You walk in to the apartment lobby. I don't say hi or kiss you this time, as happy as I am to see you. I want to talk to you, but tonight I just hand you a leather collar, which you put around your neck and buckle. We walk to the lift. Alone inside, I look up at you. I stand on tiptoe and pull you down towards me. I'm excited to have you here as my toy; I'll be taking away any control you think you have. I attach a chain to your collar. It doesn't choke you, but it sure doesn't look comfortable. The buckles move as you swallow; it's really tight. I twist the chain and pull your face down towards me. I bite your full bottom lip and kiss you hard. It turns me on, I'm already slightly wet and I press myself against your body. I think you feel uncomfortable; I feel predatory. I open the door and pull you inside with me, which takes you by surprise and you fall against me a little. The contact of your body slamming into mine is exciting. Inside the room I tell you to take off your clothes, you do, but slowly enough to really piss me off, so I yank the chain to pull you down onto your knees. You're not in charge. I'm wearing a short dress and I reach between my legs to peel off my lace g-string. I scrunch it up and shove it halfway into your mouth. It's disgusting how much you like this and I pretend to be appalled. I tangle my fingers in your hair and pull you towards me. You lick slowly up the inner seam of my thigh until your face is buried between my legs and you're kissing and licking my bare pussy. I tell you to get on your hands and knees, I straddle your bare back, my naked ass perched on top of you. I have a leather paddle, its expensive, like all of my toys and you don't deserve it, but I'll use it on you anyway. You beg me to, the way a good, obedient slave should. I smack you, lightly to see what happens. I like the cracking sound it makes on your skin, so I do it some more. You moan and it sounds fake, I hit you across your ass cheeks with it, harder, a stinging slap. I reach between your legs and let my fingers trail down your ass crack and beneath, not so gently squeezing your balls. I give them a few little smacks with the leather paddle and you shout, "Ouch, fuck!" I really like this and can't help but giggle a little. I tell you that you had better get your cock nice and hard for me, that you need to grab that big cock and get it the fuck up. You start to touch yourself. I slip off your back and walk around in front of you, bending forward at my waist, so my ass is right in your face. I reach behind, cupping under your chin and force you to lick my ass. You're hard now and I want to feel your cock inside of me. I tell you to turn onto your back. Now straddling you. I reach over and pick up handcuffs, locking your hands together above your head. I don't like the way you close your eyes, so I climb up and sit on your face, gripping you by your hair. My silky pussy is pressed against your lips; your tongue flicks hungrily over my slit. I position myself back over your cock and sink down on top of you, so you're all the way deep inside my tight, hot pussy. I fuck you the way that I want it, using you like my toy. My pussy is clenching hard around your cock and it feels so good. I don't cum but I can tell you're too close. I pull your hair and slap you to bring you back. This won't do, it isn't about you, it's about me. I climb off of you and pull on my black strapon harness. You've seen this before, but this time the cock is bigger. I kneel over your face, and push it between your lips, into your mouth, force you to suck it and get it nice and wet. You do it, taking it all the way into your mouth. I push your legs open with my knees, lube it up and leaning over you, push it inside you slowly, gently. You love it, I can see this all over your face and you start to fuck yourself with it, doing the work, telling me how much you like my hard cock. I grip and stroke yours while I tell you how dirty you are, what a slut, how filthy and I decide it's time for you to take a shower. I release your hands and collar and you follow me into the bathroom. I turn on the shower taps and push you up against the wall under the jets of water. You watch me as I peel off my dress. We're both naked now and I gesture at you to sink back down the wall to sit on the floor, you do, looking up at me with anticipation. I move closer to you and press your head between my thighs, so you can barely breathe, smothering you with my pussy. I don't let you stop. You suck my clit, the way that you showed me I like and I cum hard, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Now I want to watch you cum and I lower myself down over you, grabbing your thick cock and sliding my hand up and down over it. It's the best handjob you've ever had. The sound of your moans makes my skin tingle. I tell you to pull yourself off now, your hand moves over yourself, you're harder than I've ever seen you. You know you deserve to be humiliated, degraded. You beg me for it. I move closer and spread my pussy open so you can see inside, pink and perfect. I shove two fingers into your mouth, you suck them hard. While you do I give you what I know you want, a golden shower, peeing all over your cock, a hot stream of liquid. You cum, incredibly hard, explosive, more than you ever have, over your stomach and chest. I lean down and lick it. I kiss you, your salty cum on my lips, it tastes good to me. You look so hot, sitting on the floor, long legs splayed out against the tiles. Your head rests back against the wall, a smile playing on your lips, eyes closed. You're really very beautiful. I'd like to keep you, but I kiss you sweetly and tell you "Get out", my favorite parting words.

3 November 2019

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The course was designed by a seasoned tour professional, renowned for his long hitting and clever approach shots. The fairways were cast upon acres and acres of lush greenery, breathtaking scenes, dense hazards, ample water and eighteen holes of pristinely manicured landscaping. A golfer's dream. The course was only available to members and almost impossible to gain access too. The common man and public could only dream of stepping foot on the sacred greens. Membership alone was nearing $100,000 per year and only the very successful ever played at the illustrious and private course. Naturally, such a price had its perks and there were many rumours surrounding those who carried membership. The course was shrewd in its secrecy and a haven for the rich and famous. It was also almost exclusively for men with only a handful of women ever known to have graced the course. Emma had two hobbies, golf and investigative journalism. Both hobbies had often led her longing to get inside the walls of the club and experience all the course had to offer, for better or worse. The only issue was that you had to be recommended by a current member who would take you on a round but only once you paid the 10% deposit. That meant almost $10,000 would need to be spent just to access the course for a single round. As much as she loved the sport, that kind of money was out of her reach. Emma had begged her boss at the local newspaper to give her the funds to complete the round and get an inside view of what the club offered. 'I know they are hiding something in there.' She had pleaded. 'I just need a chance to expose them. The story could be huge!' Her pleading had mostly fallen on deaf ears but out of the blue, he had accepted and, in doing so, had completely taken her by surprise when he had made a startling admission. 'The owner has expressed a desire to have more women at the club and they have a few openings, I can take you for a round and they will waive the deposit.' 'What about being escorted by a member?' She had asked with her excitement peaking. 'I am a member.' He had confided, causing her jaw to drop. 'I'll take you on a round this Sunday and you'll be given the full tour, the whole package. You'll be treated like a member for the day and you'll see all it has to offer.' He stared at her, enjoying her reaction and uncontained excitement. 'And I'm told they are so keen to have a few more females that you'll be given a way to join the club, free of charge.' 'Free of charge!?' she exclaimed. '$100,000 off? They must be really keen for more women!' 'You in or not?' 'Does a bear shit in the woods?' 'Meet me here on Sunday at 8am.' With that Emma was sent back to work, a skip in her step as the delirium of the occasion echoed through her body. She could hardly wait. The day dragged as did the week, but she practically bounded out of bed when her alarm sounded Sunday morning. She arrived at the meeting point at 7.30am, parking her old sedan in the empty garage. No one worked on a Sunday and she had her pick of the parking spots, choosing to stop near where her bosses often parked. She jumped out the car, nervous energy pulsating through her. Emma grabbed her clubs and waited. At exactly 8am, a rather expensive and unfamiliar sports car rolled to a stop beside her. Two men were inside, and she recognised one to be her boss who gradually got out the car to meet her. The other man was introduced as the owner of the course and handshakes were conducted. The owner, Drew, looked over her intently, taking in her long blonde hair, light blue shirt and short white skirt that had a faint pink outline down the seams. Apparently, he approved and motioned her to get into the car. Emma had grabbed her clubs, but Drew had raised a hand in protest. 'You won't be needing those dear, he smiled, handing her the car keys. Today, you're getting the whole membership package which includes a brand-new set of clubs and a car. You'll be member 167, hence the licence plate.' Emma stared in disbelief at both men and took notice of the plate which simply had the number 167 on it. No more. No less. Emma wondered at its legality which caused the journalist inside her to twitch, however, the golfer inside of her was far more interested at this point and she eagerly grabbed the keys. She had never driven a sports car before and the engine purred as she pressed down on the accelerator. Twenty minutes later and perhaps taking a slightly longer route than required, she manoeuvred the vehicle down a long drive, past the security gates and into the private surrounds. Taking in the scenery for the first time and gasping at the affluent grounds, she parked the car beside a row of similar vehicles. Looking at the licence plates she concluded she had parked between members 117 and 142. There were approximately 30 other sports cars within the parking spaces, all with personalized number plates. Three motorized carts immediate appeared and Emma became aware she would have her own transport for the round. The cart was far from the usual golf attire and was decked with gold, leather seats, wine cooler, radio and numerous other features. Her cart was the only one that held a set of clubs and she marvelled over the brand-new set, a popular brand and seemingly tailor made for her. On closer inspection, she saw 167 had been etched into both the cart and every club within her set. As she marvelled at the attire, she noticed Drew and her boss in discussion before the owner approached her. 'Emma, love, we are quite keen to have more females at our club, but we only offer our membership to the very best. I'm willing to place a wager with you, if you beat me today, you can join for free. Right here. Today.' 'Oh wow!' Emma was ecstatic at the opportunity. 'Thank you! But you mentioned a wager? What happens if I lose?' 'You'll be given a chance to meet some of our other members and given a second chance.' 'So, if I win, I'm in and If I lose, I still get another shot?' Emma asked inquisitively. 'Correct. Shall we start?' Drew asked, motioning towards the sign with 'Hole One, 457m, Par 4' written upon it. 'Absolutely!' Emma shrieked. For the most part, Emma was an exceptional golfer and she had entered many tournaments previously. She was confident in her ability but soon fell behind both men, their accuracy and power lending for several better positions on the long, expansive course. Unperturbed, she took in the course management, astounded by the beauty of the course and the immaculate upkeep. Everywhere she looked, screamed wealth. The paths were marble, and the signage all laced in gold, there was not a stone or leaf out of place and the clubhouse towered in the background, the three-story building etched in stone and not unbecoming of a castle. Emma was in love and enjoyed every shot, even as she slowly lost ground on the two men. By the last hole, Emma was seven shots behind her boss and nine shots behind Drew. As she stood on the green, about to make a simple foot-long putt it dawned to her that this might be the last shot she ever makes on such a course. She felt an insatiable sadness in her stomach as the little ball rolled toward the hole, a ting emanating as it found its target and sunk beneath the ground. 'Well played, you were a couple under par there, impressive.' Drew smiled. 'Thanks. I really enjoyed it. You had me beat pretty early, but you mentioned a second chance?' 'Yes, I did, didn't I.' He admitted. 'However, I'm not really sure it's for you. Perhaps it's time we return you to your car.' He looked over at her boss who merely shrugged in reply. 'I'd really appreciate the opportunity.' She said, pleadingly. 'Well, you see dear, the girls at the club are expected to be exceptional and while you are certainly better than the average player, you'd have to benefit the club in other ways to maintain a membership here.' 'Other ways?' 'Yes, only about 5% of our members are females and they tend to work here. You know, when they are not playing.' 'I think this would be an amazing place to work!' Emma exclaimed before realising she was within earshot of her current boss. 'You know if it were possible and everyone agreed.' 'Well, it would only be once a week, on a Sunday actually.' Drew said. 'I'm sure that will be okay with you?' He looked at her boss. 'She doesn't work weekends currently?' Emma's excitement grew as she watched her boss nod in agreement. Work once a week to earn membership to an exclusive $100,000 per year club? This was too good to be true! What would she be expected to do? Did it matter? She'd do anything! 'Well, I guess we could give her the afternoon to trial.' Drew said, looking at her. 'Thing is, I don't know if you're the right fit.' Emma sensed her opportunity being taken away. 'I'd love to give it a go. I'm happy to do anything.' 'Anything?' Drew asked, cautiously. Emma nodded her head in agreement, a little unease sweeping through her in the way he spoke that single word but still, she wanted that membership more than anything. Also, she felt a need to inspect further with her boss on hand and having given her the opportunity to investigate. She needed to know what else was here. What was the story? 'Follow me.' Drew said, getting into his cart. 'Let's see if she's good to her word.' Emma followed the motorized buggies as they raced towards the clubhouse. Once parked, Drew came over to her and ushered her forward through the glass sliding doors. The clubhouse resembled a palace with an internal waterfall and an almost obscene amount of gold, silver and crystal. Emma's mind boggled at the cost of building such an entrance, however, she was quickly escorted from the foyer and into a side door. Drew sat her down on a wooden seat inside a room that appeared to be a locker room yet was carpeted and abounded in wealth. 'Well, Emma.' Drew started. 'This is your second chance draw. Behind me are several small rooms, you'll see 167 has been sketched upon one of the doors. That is your room. You'll find it adjoins several other of our member's rooms and, if you wish to join our club, all we ask is that you keep our members happy.' He paused. 'The role I'm offering you is to work a full Sunday, every Sunday, within your designated room.' 'And what do I need to do within the room?' Emma asked, suspiciously. 'Whatever is required.' Drew answered, cryptically. 'Should we give it a go?' 'I'm not really sure what I need to do?' Emma replied. 'You can leave now if you prefer?' 'Will I be alone in the room?' 'Yes.' 'I'll be alone in the room every Sunday? 'Yes.' 'How do I keep your members happy?' 'Would you like to give it a go or would you rather finish the tour here?' Drew asked. 'I really need an answer.' Emma's mind raced with possibilities but casting her mind back over the 18 holes she had just played and the overall celebrity experience, she couldn't bring herself to leave. Not yet. 'Okay.' She said meekly. Drew led her towards the back rooms and opened the door marked 167. Emma peered inside and was surprised to see a quaint cubicle, padded seats lined the outer walls and there was a desk, tv and couch centrally. Drew motioned for her to enter and remarked; 'We'll give you an hour and see how you go.' She stepped inside, and the door closed behind her. Emma took in her surroundings and made a bee-line for the couch. What exactly did they want her to do? She looked over the desk for instruction but there was nothing written. She sat on the couch and glanced around the room. Odd that all the furniture was in the middle, why was there padded seating around the whole perimeter? The shower and locker at the far end were the only resemblances of a typical locker room. Weird. It took only a minute for her to have her answer. As she searched for the television remote a soft sliding of wood caught her ear and following the noise, she realised a small hole had appeared in the right-hand wall. Inquisitive, she approached and kneeling upon the padded seating, casually looked through the hole. The room she peered into was similar to her own. Emma could clearly make out the shower and locker at the far end, and something appeared written on the far wall. Emma Leaned in closer to attempt to read the print, irked and mystified at the whole experience. Squinting, she could make out the writing. "Keep the members happy and keep your 167 membership. You have one hour." Besides the writing, a clock with huge illuminated numbers beamed 60 minutes and zero seconds. As she stared, the clock moved and 60 became 59.59 and it began its descent, the seconds quickly falling by. Emma read it twice and pondered its meaning before hearing a now familiar sound. Wood being slid open. She surveyed the room and was shocked to see a large semi-erect penis protruding through the wall. On it, a single piece of paper hung via a thin thread. Emma stared in horror at the intruder. It certainly wasn't the first she'd seen but never in this kind of circumstance. She stared at the paper before curiosity got the better of her and she crept over towards it. The meat flinched as she reached out and tugged the thread, the piece of paper coming off and resting in her palm. The paper had only one word scribbled upon it, in what was clearly a gentleman's hand-writing. It simply said, "hands". Emma watched in a weird sense of fascination as the penis began to stir and rise a little in anticipation. She marvelled as it grew, eventually stretching out and resulting in seven inches of thick meat protruding into her locker room. She read the note again and it dawned on her that she would be required to please this member with a hand job. "Please the members." She thought, realising that Drews words may not have been referring to those who played at the course but rather the projection between their legs. Emma thought back to the round she had played, the feeling of rejoicing of new clubs, the thrill of the ride and the car that awaited her if she survived the hour. "Ah, to hell with it." She thought and grabbed the erection between her fingers. It was an odd sensation to her, feeling his pulsations through her hand but having no other contact with him. Her lovemaking was often sensual and erotic while this felt strange. She grasped his member firmly and slowly ran her hand back and forth, increasing her rhythm incrementally until she felt his erection start to shake. She kept her hand moving up and down his shaft as it tensed in her hand and gushed a sticky white liquid over her fingers and down the padded seats. As she eased her rubbing motion, the package withdrew, and she was left with a sticky mess upon her fingertips. Emma walked over to the shower and used the sink. A soap dispenser had been installed and she washed her hands thoroughly. What would her boss think about this? Her thoughts were scattered and wild, recollecting what she had just endured and the eeriness of it all. Rumours had abounded for years on the practices between the course walls, but this was a little unsettling and completely unexpected. Another sliding in the wall interrupted her thoughts and she stared as another lump of veiny meat poked through the wall. Again, a thread with a tiny piece of paper hung from his shaft, already erect and glistening in anticipation. This member was thicker and longer than the last, almost nine inches and was up there with the largest Emma had encountered. She took the note and read the single word upon it; "Mouth". Emma knelt on the padded cushions and stared at the cock before her. It was long and firm and bent on an upward trajectory. She found that she wanted to taste it, that it almost beckoned her. In a weird trance, she put her lips on the tip and felt it flinch to her touch. Slowly she licked the lip then ran her tongue along the entire shaft, lubricating the skin and causing it to shimmer in the locker room lights. She placed her lips around the shaft and pressed them tight around the head, her tongue flicking over the tip. Gently she pushed forward, taking inch by inch into her mouth and agonisingly negotiating her way down his shaft. After a few inches, she paused, savouring his taste and using her tongue to run circles over the firmness. It completely took her by surprise when after only a minute of teasing, it erupted within her mouth, discharging a wave of fluid straight down her throat and causing her to gag in surprise. She pulled back a little but kept her mouth upon him as he shuddered and spat at her, her tongue pooling his release. Without a word, the erection disappeared back into the wall and the opening slid shut. Emma swallowed and sat there blinking in astonishment. A minute or two passed without incident and Emma waited expectantly for the sound of wood sliding open. She noticed the original hole in the wall was still there and drew her eye alongside to peek inside. The clock was still moving, 46.47 upon its digital dial. A sound she was now accustomed too caused her to turn her head, only a meter away, another package poked through the wall. This one hung limp, barely protruding, with the note hanging lose. Emma walked over and saw this one had written "Hands". She almost felt disappointed as she grabbed it between her fingers. A few tugs and gentle persuasion as the member started to swell, eventually, it peaked, and Emma had just about a handful to work with. She began to stroke the ridged swelling when another opening appeared right in front of her. The second intrusion was much more impressive, already erect and standing proud. Emma could read the note without taking the piece of paper off and she instinctively put her lips around the shaft. She now had her right hand manoeuvring up and down a skinny four-inch phallus while her lips pushed down hungrily over the larger erection. Her nose touched the wall as she took him within her throat, resisting the urge to gag and trying to ensure she kept a moderate pace with her preoccupied right hand. Emma had never entertained two men at once and the scenario seemed unreal, a dream, she worked on both strangers, completely unaware of any of their features. Were they old? Young? Masculine? Tall? Handsome? She had no idea, but the uncanny scene had her heart racing and her body was beginning to react. With her free left hand, she almost unwilling reached between her legs, surprised at how damp her underwear had become. The member in her right hand suddenly spluttered and a drool of cum escaped, wetting her fingers. It disappeared before she even realised it was over. With only the sole cock to occupy her attention, she sucked deeply, her lips sealing around his shaft in a vice-like grip. With enthusiasm she bobbed her head back and forth, all the while her fingers played with her own body, delicately rubbing and flicking at her own sensitive button. She had her nose pressed against the wall, her tongue flicking over the engorged meat between her lips when her body began to shake. She held the pose, taking in as much as she could, the tip of his erection bulging her throat as her own legs quivered and trembled. She was still shaking when she felt the shaft between her tips tense. Emma made the mistake of withdrawing her lips to watch the erection shake and she felt the salty fluid splash across her cheek and down her chin. Impulsively, she clutched her lips around the pulsating meat and felt as drop by drop entered her throat. She swallowed hungrily, savouring the taste. The man kept his manhood protruding through the wall and Emma continued to lick and savour every drop, eventually, the well ran dry and after a minute or two, he clearly couldn't stand it any longer and the little door slid shut, his erection disappearing. The next opening revealed a large black penis and Emma almost literally choked upon the owner's request. She had never taken a black man in her mouth before and had struggled to get her lips around the monster, his hard package stretching her lips wide apart. Eventually, she had tasted his release and her jaw was numb and throbbing by the time the darkened phallus disappeared through the wall. The next two members had given her time to repair with both asking for her hands to greet them. The eighth erection to enter her stall had brought a surprise when the owner had placed a condom upon his manhood. Her suspicions were founded when she read the note, the word "pussy" scrawled across the paper. Emma had taken some time to arrange herself in the doggy style position so that she could welcome him between her legs. The sound of her cheeks slapping against the wall echoed around the room and Emma orgasmed twice before the erection disappeared. She was unsure if he had finished or not with the latex wrapper preventing any seepage between her walls and her own legs shaking too violently, she was unsure who was shaking the most. With a sudden break in proceedings, she glanced back into the original hole to view the clock. 7.21. She almost felt sorry that the day was coming to an end. There was just time for one last massage and Emma gripped the cock hard between her lips, letting her tongue flick over the shaft and bobbing her head back and forth frantically, wanting to conclude the man before time ran out. The door to her cubicle opened just as the man found release, and Emma removed her vice-like oral grip and glanced towards the doorway, causing his seed to splash across her cheeks. Drew walked in and Emma got to her feet as the erection disappeared. "I think you have earned this.' He said, giving her the keys with 167 written upon the tag. 'I think I'll enjoy being here.' She smiled, wiping her face. 'You must remember this is an exclusive club and what happens here, stays here. Any member caught disclosing even the slightest information, whether it be about the course, the clubhouse or what goes on here will be severely dealt with. You must understand powerful people work here and expect their privacy. That said, if you obey these rules you can come here and play as often as you like and take in all the club has to offer.' 'It sounds amazing.' Emma replied. 'Just remember, Sunday is your day in here.' He winked. You'll be expected to show from 6am and stay until 12pm. Lunch will, of course, be provided.' 'I'm sure I'll leave full.' She giggled. 'Oh, one last thing before you leave.' Drew said. 'I picked your boss up this morning, do you mind dropping him off back home? 'Not at all.' She confessed. Tidied up and with her seat belt on, she reversed out the parking lot, her boss smiling at her. 'So, you managed to get a membership?' He exclaimed. 'Congratulations!' 'Thanks.' She smiled back. 'I can't wait to play here. I might even beat you one day!' 'We'll see about that.' He retorted. 'So, what did you have to do with the second chance draw? How'd you get your membership?' 'You know I can't tell you but I'm pretty sure you have a good idea.' 'Oh? And what gives you that impression?' He asked. 'Well, there are a couple of reasons.' Emma stated. 'Firstly, you're a member but own a newspaper capable of telling the world what happens here. I've been begging you for months to find a way to get inside so I could write a story and you've never even dropped the slightest hint that you were involved here. Clearly, you are looked after and given all the membership benefits.' 'And the second reason?' He inquired. 'Your fly is still undone.' -End-

29 October 2019

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Matt stretched out on the couch and flicked the television on. It had been a simple day. An easy afternoon. A weekend. A day off. His 26th birthday. Long gone were the days where he'd celebrate and long gone were the days when others would make a commotion for him. He had received a couple of kind texts and both his father and brother had rung him, however, he had expected very little in way of either surprise or present. Truthfully, he was just happy it had fallen on a weekend and had therefore, allowed himself to take a relaxing day of doing nothing. A far cry from the usual hustle and bustle of labouring and a welcome mental break from wondering how to keep the walls around him. The mortgage had fallen upon him alone when he and his high school sweetheart had parted ways, the candle having burnt out and the temptation of something different having fuelled her desire to part ways. They had been together since they were sixteen and neither really knew a relationship outside of one another. Matt had taken it upon himself to set her free and thus had refinanced the house into just his name, allowing her to take a sizable amount of the equity and move on. He had done so thinking a friendship would be salvaged. That was two years ago, and he had never heard a word from her since she backed the car out the driveway, the boot overfilling with her possessions as she made her final retreat. Whispers had it she had become engaged and pregnant. Matt didn't care to find out. He had spent many an afternoon working on their little house and was immensely proud of the landscaping and surrounds. A gravel area separated by paving that overlooked a gazebo and swimming pool. It had been their home for four years and now it was his home. He worked two jobs and put every dollar he could into the mortgage, even so, he was only just keeping the bank at bay. Losing her was one thing and a battle that left him deflated and bruised. He would not lose the house too. A beep on his phone, caused him to stir from the couch and he grabbed the device to see another text from a friend, wishing him a good day. He didn't bother to respond. It had always perturbed him that people he never spoke too ordinarily, suddenly had nothing but well wishes for him once a year. It felt fake. He was a little surprised to have not heard from her, though. Not that it bothered him, and he couldn't recall telling her when his birthday was, however, after a few months of dating, he had assumed she'd find out and would have called. She was his first real relationship since the departure of the one before. Sure, he had a few dates here and there and a little excitement once and a while but with the pressure on to pay the bills and mortgage, he had found himself mostly at work or recovering at home. His social life was non-existent and as a result, he had rarely met anyone who he'd even cast a second look at. Samantha had put an end to that dry spell. Literally. She had caught his eye by wearing the jersey of his beloved football club and the two had instantly found something to talk about. Talks turned to laughter, laughter turned to kissing and kissing lead to a welcome return to the game after a two-year absence. Samantha had an almost submissive personality and a willingness to please. Boundaries that he had often pushed and even though their relationship had been thus far brief, the pair had engaged in some nights to remember. He smiled, recalling one such occasion when he had placed her, naked, upon the kitchen bench top. Samantha loved to talk and was the life of the party. Her demeanour never changed when naked either and her moans were loud and boisterous. He had caught a glimpse of a neighbour looking out the window to see what the noise was about, only to quickly look away embarrassed when spotting the blonde upon the benchtop, her legs wide apart. Matt was sure both neighbours knew when Samantha was around, although, he had found a few ways to muffle the noise, a process that had revealed that Samantha lacked any gag reflex. None. Nil. A submissive, lean, friendly blonde who enjoyed sex, had no gag reflex and got excited about the footy. How had she ever been single, he mused. He debated calling her. His blood rushing around his body, recalling memories of their previous passionate nights. He could probably guilt her into just about anything by now. Who forgets their boyfriend's birthday? Though, in fairness, she lived almost an hour away, the only downside to their courtship. The pair were too fresh in their relationship to consider any alteration to their current homing situation, though both had stayed at the others plenty. She had made the drive on several occasions before. His place had always been the more convenient rendezvous as she shared an investment property with her father. That had led to a couple of awkward nights as Matt had tried multiple ways to suppress her loud moans of passion, fearful of waking the man sleeping only a room away. He had tried just about everything to keep her quiet, but he still couldn't meet her fathers' eyes come the next morning. She might have been twenty-six herself and her innocence long departed but no father wants to hear his daughter climax. There had been a couple of awkward moments but forgetting a birthday would top the list. His mind raced at the things he could suggest she do to make up for it. A knock at the door disturbed his daydreaming. Odd, he'd not heard any car or witnessed the glow of any headlights. He hoped it wasn't a neighbour, keen to discuss the noise that had been recently piercing the quiet night ambiance. Matt opened the door and nervously peered outside. A hooded figure stared back at him. 'Hi.' She said, flashing a smile. 'Surprise!' Matt laughed. 'What on earth are you doing here? And what are you wearing?' 'You thought I forgot, didn't you?' She insinuated, pushing past him and entering the home. 'Forgot what?' Matt said ironically, embracing her before running an eye over her outfit. She wore what could only be described as a black raincoat. An almost plastic garment that covered her from head to toe, a hood over her head, locking her long blonde hair away and revealing no pertinent features. 'Did you rob a convenience store on the way over?' She flashed him a smile, her white teeth glistening through the dark plastic backdrop. 'It's your present.' She said coyly, her demeanour changing from excitement to nervousness. 'You know, your birthday present.' 'How'd you know?' 'I asked on our first meeting and Alonso and Gerrard are my two favourite players.' She smiled. 'Ah 14 and 8.' Matt said, recognising the link between player and jersey number. 'Yep. It's how I remembered the 14th of August and knew that you were worth keeping.' 'That's the reason I'm worth keeping?' 'Well, you have a few other traits.' 'Oh?' Matt asked, suggestively. 'Do you want your present?' 'Will it get you out this thing?' Matt said, pulling at the plastic and suppressing a laugh. 'That's exactly your present.' She said before taking a step back and in a single motion, pulling the plastic apart. The clip-on buttons popping as they parted to reveal red lingerie beneath. 'Woah.' Matt replied, a little taken aback. He looked over her, lacy red lingerie partially covered her breasts with the hint of nipples showing through the fabric, a matching piece of lace left little to the imagination as it barely covered her womanhood. As she paraded before him and spun around, Matt could see the lace only appeared at the front and a single slim red line, between her cheeks, was all that suppressed his view of her backside. 'You like it?' She asked tentatively, her voice mixed with excitement yet concern, her need to please evident. Matt instantly knew she would have driven the whole way, worried that he'd not appreciate her gift and be disappointed with her. 'You look amazing.' He reassured her, spinning her around again and grabbing her butt. 'I like this bit, the best.' He giggled. 'It's certainly an improvement on the raincoat!' 'I only wore that in case I got pulled over by the police.' She chuckled. 'Or, one of your neighbours saw me arrive. I don't think they like it when I visit.' 'How would they even know?' Matt teased, pinching her backside in the process. 'So.' He hesitated, looking her over again. 'Now what?' 'Well' She started, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Now that you have your gift, you'd best open it.' 'Oh. And how do I do that?' 'However, you want.' She cooed, her eyes dropping. 'You can do whatever you like with your present.' 'Whatever I like?' Matt echoed. 'That's a dangerous game.' He warned, teasingly. She brought her eyes to his and in a rare moment of total confidence, replied 'You can do whatever you like to me. Tonight, I won't say no to anything.' Matts mind raced with unlimited options, desires and unfulfilled fantasies. He resisted the urge to dive right on in. 'Guess you should jump on the couch then.' He said, feigning an order and not yet taking full control. He wanted to believe her words. He wanted to take full advantage, yet he also wanted to share his pleasure with her. After all, she had put in a fair bit of effort, best he prolonged the event and savour the moment. He didn't want her drive to last longer than he did! Samantha instantly complied and, ensuring he got a great view of her, slowly crawled to the couch where she took a seat in the centre, staring back at him and awaited command. Matt leant over her and planted his lips on hers, embracing her kiss for the first time that night, their tongues flicking over each other. He placed his hands on her body, using his fingers to trace outlines on her back in a familiar fashion to what he knew she craved. Slowly he used only his fingertips to dance around her body, slowly caressing her back before moving towards her chest, his fingers providing the slightest of touches through the lace. He moved south, again only allowing his fingers to breath upon her skin, his touch lingering on her legs and tantalisingly moving centrally before pulling away just as the thin lace was nearing. A little gasp escaped her mouth as he grabbed her hand and placed it between his legs, his manhood standing at attention, fighting the fabric of his jeans. He continued his fingertip parade of her body while their lips continued to press against one another, her hand clutching and investigating his firmness. Matt abruptly stood up and as he towered over her, took down the zipper that her hand trembled over. He guided her between the opening, allowing her to grab at his erection, now only separated by the thin wall of his designer underwear. Enjoying the sensation, he permitted her to grasp at him before guiding her hand between the front opening of his undergarment, a passage only evident on the new men's workwear type range. A passage designed for an easy exit when nature calls and an ability to remain belted, however, on this occasion, an easy entrance when lust came calling. Her hand finally allowed skin on skin contact without him removing his jeans. Samantha used her hand to gently caress the length of his manhood, slowly moving inch by inch, her fingers entranced as her grip encompassed his width. Her movement restrained, she pulled him out of hiding and guided him through the openings, his meat bouncing forward and springing free. Instinctively, her head made a movement towards the sight before her and glancing into his eyes, she almost pleadingly sought permission before placing her lips over the head of his erection and, eyes now closed, breathed him in. Matt moved her hand away so that only her lips contacted him. Leaning forward, and whilst still sitting on the couch, she placed both hands on his behind and with her new-found grip, moved her head towards him. Slowly and deliberately she took him in, inch by inch. With every foray further into her mouth, she paused, adjusting her tongue to flicker over the intrusion and savouring the taste. He placed a hand behind her head and gently encouraged her deeper, her lips eventually contacting his jeans and halting her progress. Holding her head in place, he bucked his hips to allow himself to gently thrust back and forth. His package entering her fully and finding the back of her throat. Undaunted she allowed him to slide in and out, her tongue working feverishly to caress him before being unable to move as his entire length filled her. She loved the feeling of him between her lips and knew he loved to force himself deep within her, her lack of gagging seemingly a welcome trait. She breathed through her nose as he cut off her passageway and lingered, enjoying the feeling of her throat stretched and lips firm against his belt. Holding her in place he allowed his free hand to roam, grabbing at her chest and pinching her nipples. She tensed and quivered at the touch, unable to gasp or moan with her mouth fully occupied. Reluctantly Matt released his grip and withdrew himself from her oral cavity. He watched as her eyes never left his package, he smiled inwardly, recognising her raw desire. Cheekily he patted his penis on her outstretched tongue. He pulled her up so that they were both standing and embraced her, their lips again locked together. Whilst lip-locked, he ran his hands over her body, firmer this time, pulling and kneading at her behind, bare except for the little lace security. He ran his hand from back to front, feeling her warmth and recognising she had flawlessly prepared by shaving her region. He guided her towards the rear of the couch and then spun her around so that her back was to him. Bending her a little over the couch and still yet to remove his own jeans, he pointed himself towards her entrance. Not bothering to remove the lace, he simply pulled the thin strip to one side and pushed himself within her. She gasped at his entry and supported herself against the leather fabric of the couch. Inch by inch he pushed himself forth. Matt was engulfed by her tightness and found himself having to pause as her body compressed around him, almost reluctant and impenetrable. Believing that she had yet to fully warm up, he brushed his fingers along her inner leg and homed in on the warmth between her legs. Finding her inner passage, he ran a hand over the dampness and only then realised the situation. Having been so eager to enter her, he had found his aim a little off and unwittingly had pressed himself a little higher, against her rear. Having met no resistance, he had pressed forward and now found himself several inches into her rectum. Having been eager to please and determined to allow him "whatever he wanted" Samantha had gritted her teeth and allowed him, without restraint, to enter her anal cavity. She had allowed him access here previously but with the aid of a lubricant and her body stretched, argued, ached and pulsated with the unoiled intrusion. Excited by the revelation, Matt used his fingertips to stimulate her button while carefully pushing himself further into her passageway, her inner walls acting as a sheath to his sword, begrudgingly accepting the invasion. He propelled himself forward until his testicles came to rest against her cheeks, his length fully within her. Unhurriedly he began his withdrawal, her body obliging in his retreat. With his manhood halfway from escaping her sanctuary, he pushed himself back forth and, meeting less resistance than before, he drove himself forward until he again could make no further headway. Back and forth he continued his routine, half retreating and providing a sense of relief before squeezing himself fully forwards. Gradually he improved his pace and his retreat become longer, almost exiting her completely before thrusting himself back into her passage. Her body compressed around him, his inward incursions not meeting as much resistance as before. With both hands upon her hips, he steadied into a rhythm, the slap of his two stones hitting her cheeks becoming more frantic. Samantha eased into the rhythm, each prod pushing her into the leather couch. Each new lunge, numbing the last. She closed her eyes and as her body started to accept the sensation, she found herself desiring the next intake. She began to relax, pushing back to greet him. Sensing the change in her reaction and realising that she had started to rock back and forth with him, Matt reached underneath her and toyed with her vacant opening. He slid a finger inwards and curled it backwards in the way one would when gesturing for someone to come towards them. A moan escaped her lips as his lone finger danced within her. His erection bouncing between her cheeks, withdrawing only to then plummet back, deep within. Her body, having acclimatised, began to savour the momentum. Her breathing became louder and more hurried as she felt a familiar feeling brewing. She arched back, forcing him even further within her tight tunnel. Her orgasm almost sent him over the edge too, catching him off-guard as she loudly moaned and panted. Knowing that she would soon emit a piercing type scream, he instinctively put a hand over her mouth, allowing her to suckle on his fingers and her body began to shake and tremble underneath him. Allowing her commotion to subside, he fully withdrew himself and beckoned for her to join him as he sat on the couch. Pulling her towards him, he again spun her around so that she sat in his lap, her back to him. Arranging himself beneath them he found her rosebud tightening, recovering from its previous assault. He lowered her onto his manhood, standing at attention, and she hesitated only briefly before reinviting him into her tightest hole. This time, Matt pushed her body onto his, ignoring the thin red lace that still adjoined her midriff and forcing her to take him in his entirety. Once he had fully deflowered her, he sat there stationary, his manhood thoroughly within her rectum. Matt allowed his hands to wander, knowing their destination and pre-empting another loud encore, he pushed two fingers into Samantha's mouth whilst his free hand generously began to rub her love button. The mixture of sensations overwhelmed her. She greedily sucked down on his fingers, enjoying the obvious distraction as her asshole began to ache from the statuesque prodding while her front began to flourish at the wave of tingling brought about by his fingers, flicking back and forth. Her body reacted, and she violently shook. Her legs weakened and vibrated. Her heart raced and pushed against her chest. Desperately, she attempted to suck his fingers deeply to prevent the loud excursion she knew was potentially bellowing. She had never experienced an orgasm from anal prior to this night and was amazed at the viciousness of each wave of pleasure. Had it not been for the fingers trolling her throat she would have screamed the house down. The vibrations through her body were felt along the shaft of his member and he knew he was nearing conclusion, the sucking at his fingers only adding further fuel to the fire. Matt roughly pushed her off him and allowed himself to exit, enjoying a brief respite from the enteral clutch and vicelike grip she had on him. He abruptly bent her over so that she was on all fours, her backside presented to him. Once again, ignoring the thin line of lace defence, he pushed himself within her puckered hole. Without any delicacy, he thrusted himself fully within her, his ballsack slamming against her tingling pussy. Mercilessly he chiselled at her rectum, with both hands firmly holding her hips, he pounded away, his sack swelling and urging release. 'I'm going to cum.' He panted and pulled himself out from within her. Samantha, now empty, turned around and knelt before him, her eyes darting towards his package only inches from her face. Instinctively, she moved her head forward acting on autopilot. Realising she was about to robotically take him within her mouth, Matt put a hand on her forehead, half to stop her from the taste and half because he was over the edge and couldn't take any more. Straddling himself in earnest and with one hand still upon her forehead, his release came. Streams of white liquid shot forth and landed upon her cheeks and face. With her forward momentum halted by his hand, she stuck out her tongue as his seed landed all upon her. Like a faucet, Matt released himself. Wave after wave aimed at his kneeling companion who could do nothing but smile in shock as she received stream after stream. As the last drop trickled from his shaft, Matt surveyed the scene in front of him and had to suppress a laugh. His girlfriend knelt shocked and saturated with semen beginning to run down her cheeks and dripping off her chin onto the tiles below. Her hair had a matted wet patch across the front and her lingerie had coped a fair bit, wet and stained as it dripped from her face and unto her bra. She had never received so much reward for her efforts and a moment of pride raced through her as she licked her lips and tasted the salty aftermath, aware that several little rivers had been created across her face as they dripped towards her chin. Her right eye burnt slightly as a trickle escaped her eyelash. Still, she refused to wipe away the graffiti upon her facial canvas, allowing him to look and savour. She felt accomplished. 'That's a lot of cum.' She said, looking over her body, licking her lips then smiling up at him. 'I saved you from going ass-to-mouth then!' he reminded her in a mock and needless defence. 'True.' She confessed, embarrassed. 'But you've covered me! I think I need a shower.' She surmised, slowly getting up as another drip landed on the tiles. 'Guess you should have kept that raincoat on, huh.' 'Least you'll never forget this birthday!' She laughed, as she hurried down the hall towards the bathroom. And truthfully... I never have. -End-

29 October 2019

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I received a message need your holes be here in half hour I showered cleaned out inside got dressed put on his favorite panties that he liked. arrived at his house he lived around corner I went in he was in a robe we chatted he said hope you are ready porn was on tv he stood up opened his robe suck this i went over to him and started sucking him feeling him grow in my mouth which I love. he held my head and throated me held me deep then let me go get on bed bitch going to fuck you so hard he lubed up and slowly slide all of his seven inches in once all him he held hips a m d pounded away he was fucking so hard I grunted on every stroke he put the panties on my mouth then going then out and said suck this he gave me a dildo to suck as he pounded he then tyurned me over s pread my legs and started again looking up at him with dildo in mouth he pushed both his cock and dildo deeper into me you slut look at you mmmmmmmph was all I could say he then grunted and unloaded in me he pulled out put a plug in and said clean this mess o lent forward and sucked him clean now go in done tommorr o w night you better do better that tonight I left was plug and full of cum

29 October 2019

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Denial of Denying The End Game “Good morning Sir” came the text The sun had just touched the land “Good morning special one” I replied, “So Sir, what do you have planned?” She was eager to know what it was That awaited her arrival that night She’d been asking, guessing for an entire week My lips, sealed, try as she might “I have told you to be here at 8, and further questions not to ask. You’ll arrive and then you’ll be greeted and only then be given your task” “Yes Sir” she replied immediately Accepting her persistence wouldn’t, break my silence regarding that night, and that ask me again, she shouldn’t Eight on the dot came the knock “It’s me Sir!” cried her voice “Come in. Sit down” I instructed Instructed...... no “if”, no choice She entered to a darkened room And sat down with hands on her lap I approached silently from behind And on her shoulder did I lightly tap She jumped and smiled back at me “You startled me Sir, I’m sorry” I smiled caressing her face “It’s only me my special one, don’t worry” Her shoulders relaxed, she sighed I reached out, she took my hand I led her to the bedroom where In the doorway she did stand Looking in to what I’d prepared She was both shocked and pleased She knew all of the items there, Some for her pleasure, some for her to be teased “Sir...” she began to utter “Hush” I interrupted her request “Clothes on the floor, lay on the bed, “Be a good girl”... “Sir, I’ll do my best” And with that my heart was filled. She knew that pleased me most Her desire to please, to try, to want Was what I’d emphatically boast She laid down and I began to strap Wrists then ankles, not a peep, not a holler Her thighs tied down then she uttered, “Please Sir, may I have my collar?” “Of coarse you may precious” And with that, I fastened it tight Laying a kiss on her soft lips Her eyes glistened in the soft candle light My mouth then ventured south Tasting her supple, soft neck Her shoulder, then her chest Her nipples in anticipation, erect I tasted each of them As I did, I heard her moan in delight She wanted to grab the back of my head But her entire body was strapped down tight I made my way down her belly Licking, kissing, lapping her soft skin Her legs already spread wide She had no idea of the position she was in As my mouth danced around her pussy Her legs clenching as she tried To bring my mouth atop her clit As her frustration she tried to hide With a smile on my face I whispered “No my dear, you must wait” “Wait for how long?” She whimpered “Till I say so. But it won’t be too late” Caressing her inner thighs Her body wriggled, she screamed “Please Sir, I can’t take it!” That’s when toward her I leaned I took her swollen clit in my mouth and stroked her wet pussy with my finger She was ready for my tongue to go crazy But instead it was still and merely lingered She pushed her hips upwards As if to force the friction upon it This was met with a spank on her arse She understood and relaxed as I licked her clit With the first lick her moan Could be heard from outside Her excitement and anticipation Grew with each lap, with each glide Of my tongue on her entry Then suddenly I came to a stop She looked in astonishment As off the bed I hopped Her eyes nearly crying “Please Sir, please may I cum?” “Oh special one, some patience; your journey has just begun!” I reached under the bed And brought out her spreader bar Click, click in place it went “Are you ready my little star?” And with that the vibrator came out and on her clit it came to rest “Are you ready for what’s to come?” I said Her reply; “Sir; I’ll do my best!” With that I flicked the switch And her orgasms instantly started With each of them her screams grew louder And wider her legs seemingly parted As her pussy grew wetter and wetter Her shaking body rattled the bed “Please Sir, no more, please!” So I turned up the intensity instead She screamed louder and louder “Yes, yes!” Then “NO MORE!”, with every exploding orgasm, two, then three, then four Five to ten passed quickly We were in double digits now “How can I make this more intense?” I asked myself And with that, I knew exactly how Her nipples standing erect I clamped the left one, then right And so neither of them fell off I screwed them on extra tight Screaming again she begged me “Please Sir; may I have a break?” Then I turned the dial to maximum And looked on at her body violently shake Nineteen, twenty, twenty one Twenty two, then three, “give me one more!” And as she screamed, sheets utterly drenched I turned the machine off at twenty four She lay there, an utterly gorgeous mess As I unfastened her cuffs and bars Her body reduced to jelly As she lay gazing at the stars In my arms I held her, She cried quietly into my chest “Did my special one enjoy her little journey?” “Sir”, she sobbed “I enjoyed twenty four the best.....”

29 October 2019

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We had known each other well before I met my husband and he was the first man to really fuck me properly and make me cum in my early 20's I'm now 35. He didn't have the longest cock I've been with, it was about 7 inches but it was thick, the kind of thick I couldn't get my fingers all the way around when I caressed it and held it to rub it all over my face, the kind of thick no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't deep throat, the kind of thick that made me wet just thinking about it and made me crave it like no other, the kind of thick I could spend the rest of my life trying to conquer. I had told my husband stories about how he used to fuck me and he'd even seen pictures and videos of us. He got off on it, the thought of me his wife, playing with and being pleasured by her favourite big dick got him into a submissive horny state he couldn't get enough of and when I realised this, I realised I may not have to give it up. I could have my cuck husband and eat a big beautiful dick too. One night everything fell into place, me and my husband were up late messing around watching porn, home made and online porn when I got a text from him. I hadn't been with him since meeting my husband but we had always kept in touch and flirted via text and email... "what you doing? Send me a pic of your tits" .... I showed my husband and the look in his eye told me how to reply... "Mmmmm hopefully I'll be doing you, come over now! Instead of a picture I'll rub my tits all over your hard cock. I need you in my mouth so bad!" I sent him our address and before I knew it I heard the roar of his car in our driveway and my pussy got instantly wet. I answered the door in my lingerie, he loved my tits so I made sure they were on show and when he saw me he got hard immediately, his big dick pushing against his silky basketball shorts. I grabbed him by the cock kissed him hard and said "come in I've been waiting for this for too long". He smiled and said "are you ready?" I knew I was in for it and couldn't wait. He knew my husband was in another room and that he would be able to hear us. We were always loud and couldn't help it. From the slapping of him pounding so hard against my body, to the bed moving and creaking from the vigorous fucking, to the moans and groans that came out of me involuntarily and I think knowing that he could hear us turned him on more cause he was rock hard, harder than I ever remember. I made sure the web Cam was recording and in the perfect spot cause I didn't want to miss a minute. I knelt down in front of him looked up into his eyes and I pulled his hard dick out his pants. It bounced out all strong and hard, the big vein underneath full and throbbing hard. I giggled and got all excited I couldn't believe my absolute favourite dick was back in my hands and about to be all mine for the night. I love giving head in general but I especially enjoy sucking his dick. He held my head and moved my hair away from my face looking into my eyes and telling me how much he loves me sucking his dick. I start rubbing it over my face in awe of its size making sure that him and the camera could see how big it was and my excitement and joy that it's all over my face. I start licking and teasing with my finger tips from top to bottom all the way up his shaft, gently sucking and teasing the head of his big dick rolling my tongue around the tip caressing every bit of it. Really making love to his dick with my mouth and moaning in pleasure while I do cause I'm so happy it's filling my mouth. I slowly and rhythmically worked my way down his big thick dick my lips wrapped around him and my tongue massaging his shaft as I go, getting that sticky wet spit from the back of my throat going as I gag on his dick trying to take as much as I can. Back and forth again and again pushing as far down as I can trying my hardest to deep throat to the base, not forcefully and rough but lovingly and firm. I get so upset I can't touch the base with my lips I just want it all down my throat so bad. I I Pull back and spit on his cock so it's sloppy wet and rub it on my face, running my fingers up and down feeling the strength of the cock I adore as hard as it can be. Hearing his moans of pleasure just get me hotter and hotter and I beg him to fuck me, "fuck me like only you can" He guides me to sit on him cowgirl and I do as he says, standing over his big cock and lowering myself down on him, his big thick dick pushing my pussy apart and filling every part of me up. It feels so good and he's so hard, he starts bouncing me harder onto his cock as I ride him and pushing my hips down onto him... I beg him to take me to fuck me, to own me and he flips me over onto my back, pulls my legs up in the air so my pussy is open wide for him and lines up his big dick with my hot wet pussy that's crying out to be filled up by him. Our bodies fit perfectly together as he starts to pound my pussy hard in the missionary position just like I remember and love. I scream "yes fuck me hard, you fuck me so good!" "don't stop!" as he jackhammers away with his big thick dick filling my wet hole and pushing and hitting spots my husband never could. It's the kind of fucking that takes you to another place, you let your head fall back and give in to the motions. "Fuck yes" he says as he starts to grunt and moan, not stopping for a second or losing stamina he keeps on pounding till we both start to climax.... "oh my god yes yes yes I'm gonna cum on your big dick" I scream begging him not to stop... I "I'm cumming on my god yes, I fill me up, cum in my pussy, please!!!!" I grab his hips and hold him close to me as I feel him start to throb and cum in my pussy. Both our hot juices mixed in my sweet pussy after the most amazing fuck I had since the last time we were together before I met my husband. We laid together for a few minutes getting breath back and telling each other how amazing it was. I tell him I need him like this atleast once a month! I kissed him and said " "you better go, my husband's got some cleaning up to do".... He smiled and got his clothes on and kissed me goodbye "that was great, next time I'm cumming on your face and he can clean that up." as soon as the door shut my husband was in the room between my legs gently licking my swollen pounded pussy, taking photos of the cum trickling out my hole and sucking up all the cum juices in sight. He made me cum eating me out to make sure I pushed out every last drop of the big dick juices and we fell asleep together in our marital bed, the one my favourite boyfriend just owned me on.

18 October 2019

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I'm a non smoker but find female smokers sexy,....she was sitting across from me at the table in a skirt having a drink and ciggie, smoking all sexy and stuff knowing it was turning me on.she slowly opened her legs as she drew on her cigarette I slowly got up walked over to her and started sucking her swollen clit as she moaned and smoked the rest of her cigarette, we then had long intense hottt intercourse when she was finally satisfied she pushed me on my back slid down on my shaft reached for another ciggie lit it and started thrusting back and forth on me while enjoying her cigarette. She knew this was really turning me on as she leant over and pushed me with her hot smokey mouth and knew I was close, as she started grinding harder and faster as she was reaching another orgasm also.as we where climaxing together she drew on her cigarette and when finished her orgasm exhaled in pure pleasure satisfaction.she sat there wriggling her hips around getting every last drop out of me as she finished of her cigarette

18 October 2019

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He had driven this road before. Only this time the outcome would be different. Very Different. He indicated left and took the exit and continued two kilometres down the road until he found the Lazy Motor Inn. Her car was already there. She had checked in and was awaiting his arrival. He parked his car and grabbed his over night bag, he couldn't leave that in the car. He then proceeded to room seven and knocked three times on the door. He heard he voice on the other side of the door say "it's open". He grabbed the handle and turned it, walked through the door and closed it after him. The sight that greeted him sent a sudden rush if blood to his already stiffening penis. She had littered red rose petals all over the room, everywhere except for the bed. For on the bed lay the woman that had stolen his heart. She lay there with nothing on but a lacy red lingerie ensemble. An ice bucket stood next to the bed, filled with a chilled bottle of Veurve Cliquot. Nothing but the finest. But he wasn't interested in the wine. He dropped his bag to the floor and approached the bed. She stood up. He grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. Grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed herself into him. He stepped closer to the bed and slowly laid her down, never stopping kissing her.he sat up only to take off his shirt and undo his pants, to reveal a black and red pair of Calvin Klein underpants, they weren't leaving much to the imagination as his penis was now nice and erect. She felt how hard he as as he laid on top of her, feeling for her breasts as her kissed her again. Pinching her nipples and making her moan. He sat other up and undid her bra, revealing her lush breasts, both nipples erect and red from being pinched. He kissed her again. Moving down her neck and reaching her nipples, he licked them both, then he took one in his mouth and sucked hard until she whinged in joyful pain. He then bit down. Listening to her moans get louder and louder as he pinched the other on at the same time. He felt her hand move down his chest and start to rub his hardened member through his pants, a small amount of pre-cum had escaped his penis and she could feel it. His mouth never left her breasts while she fondled his stiff cock. Both lovers moaning with pleasure as they continued to fondle each other. He let one hand move away from her breast and moved it down to her groin. He could feel how wet she was, he couldn't wait to taste her moist pussy. He moved her lacy g-string to the side and slowly teased her lips before sliding a finger inside her. Her moaning got loader, he pushed her back and started kissing her again. Keeping a finger inside her as he did so. H inserted another finger, then another, until he felt her body shake. She then took control, switching positions with her lover and making sure he was on his back. She slowly kissed his lips before kissing his nipple, slowly biting them, she knew how much he loved this. She then placed her hand on his clock again, it was harder than before. She kissed her way down to s pants. Licking along the shaft of his penis then back up. She then pulled his pants down, revealing his hard veiny cock. She slowly licked the head of his penis before taking his cock in her mouth. It felt so warm. He loved having his cock in her mouth. She knew this. She got him close to cumming then teased him, she then did it again. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her on top of him, his hard member sliding into her wet vagina. She moaned as he slowly pushed all the way in, then out again. He entered her again then pulled her onto her side and fucked her hard and fast at first while kissing her lips and pinching her nipples. He then slowed down the temp and let her back on top. Slowly riding his cock. He loved watching her face between her shoulder length hair. The amount of erasure displayed on her face was amazing. Her breasts bounced rhythmically as she increased the tempo of her thrusts. He grabbed one and pinched the erect nipple. She collapsed on top of him, kissing his neck then his ear, driving him insane. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up and placed her on her back. Staying inside her. He pulled her legs up and pounded her wet pussy. She had already came, he wanted to taste he so bad. He reached down and kissed her mouth, down to her nipples, then he withdrew his erection and replaced it with his tongue and forefinger. She tasted beautiful. He slowly lucked up and down her lips, he added another finger. Then he sucked on her already red and throbbing clitoris. She squealed with pleasure, pushing his head down into her. He sucked on her clit until she begged to have his cock in her again. He dually obliged, he placed his cock in her again and started to fuck her. They were both close to climax. She could feel his thrusts getting deeper and quicker. And she whispered into his ear "cum for me baby, cum. Deep inside me" he felt his thrusts quicken again and his cock started to throb as he let out a loud moan and came inside her. Thrusting until he collapsed on top of her. She grabbed a dildo that was on the side of the bed and handed it to him. He turned it on and placed it on her clit. The vibrations sent instant pleasure up and down her spine. She moaned loudly, screaming as he came, pushing out his load as she did so. They both lay in a heap. I each others arms, unable to move until he suggested a bath to clean themselves before dinner. But after they got into the bath, I think they realised there wouldn't be much dinner going on tonight

16 October 2019

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just to tell about our first 3 sum one day while watching a porno my husband said he would like to watch me getting cock from another guy I said would you and he said yes . so we then decided to find a guy so that night I got sexed up and no panties on we went to a pub and after a while a good looking young guy come in and sat just across from us and after a while he seemed to be looking at me in my low cut dress and hubby said that he thinks the guy was having a good perve and I agreed with him so I opened my legs to give him a better look and he smiled at me .we then asked if he wanted to join us for a drink and he said yes after awhile hubby asked if he liked what he had seen and he said bloody oath then hubby said would he like to come back to our motel room and he said sure so we started to go back to our motel and as we were walking I touched his cock which was getting hard and he then grabbed my arse we got back to the motel and got in the lift and he asked if he could have a feel and hubby said yes and the guy put his hand up my dress and felt my pussy which was wet and slipped a finger in my pussy .we got to our room and as soon as we shut the door hubby grabbed me and took my dress off and I unzipped the young guys pants and started sucking his now hard cock and then I laid on my back and told him to fuck me hard as hubby got undressed so I could suck his cock and for the next 3 hours they took turns in fucking me while I sucked their cock then the young guy said he was cumming and I said fill me with his cum and he cum hard deep in me and as soon as he pulled his cock out hubby put his in me and cum hard and deep as well then they watch their cum ooze out of me then we all got in the shower to get clean then we sat and chatted for a little bit then he fucked me again while hubby watched then we all fell asleep and in the morning he fucked me again before he let it was the best thing that I had enjoyed for a long time and it was not the last time I have had young guys fucking me as I love their young hard cocks and big loads of cum and hubby now films and takes picts for us to remember our god nights of fucking

15 October 2019

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I had spent the afternoon with his wife. Awesome kinky girl sex. My girly side totally satisfied....but now I need good hard cock. Getting ready for him had me again fired up and horny as hell. Not sure how I had cum so much with his wife. I showered and dressed in my sexy little pink dress, stay up stockings, gorgeous silver heals, and no underwear. I was dripping as I did my makeup to look classy and sexy. My body throbbed as I received the message he was on his way to the front door. I was shaking And excited as I took the elevator downstairs to let him up to my room. I love the contrast between the classy look and the downright filthy kinky slut underneath. As I walked towards the the glass doors, i got to see his face as he saw me, and I almost came as I stood there. His first words were 'wow' and I was more than ready to have him all over me. It was impossible to keep our hands off each other in the elevator, his hands running down my back and over my practically bare ass. My legs could barely take a step as we got off the elevator. This wasn't our first meeting and I knew what I was in for when we got back into my room. As soon as we were in the room he had his hands and mouth all over me. Going to work on my pussy under my dress. Devouring me and making me cum so easily. I needed his cock to fuck me hard but first I needed it in my mouth. Ohhh how I love taking that cock all the way down my throat and his physical reactions. After he'd had enough of my mouth he took a hold of me and threw me on my back folded my legs back over my shoulders and slid his cock deep into me...And straight away was pounding me until I exploded all over him. Squirting and cumming on his cock. He flipped me over to make me from behind while I was laying on my stomach. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my stomach so he could get a better angle and hit that spot so few can get. He pounded me hard and fast until i exploded again and again. He took me and fucked me over and over, making me cum and cum and cum, twisting my body into everypostion he wanted me in. I was in sex heaven. Lots in the orgasms...until it was time for me to take his cock back in my mouth and drain every last bit of cum from his body...

13 October 2019

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"You're beautiful" as his eyes roam over my breasts he kisses down between them avoiding my hard nipples that are begging to be touched. He continues over my stomach and lightly kisses the top of my mound again painfully avoiding where he could but his mouth on or something else . He's teasing me as he kisses the insides of my thighs , I feel my legs tremble and I feel my juices not just flooding my pussy but running down to my asshole, I begin to squirm to feel some relief. He looks up at me with a stern look on his face. He crawls down the bed spreading my legs , I wrap them around his waist as he positions himself at the apex of my thighs. He slips a finger between my wet folds deep inside me and begins thrusting in and out of my sex, he crooks his finger and it hits just the right spot to make me come undone , I arch my back as my core clenches around his finger he bends forward and latches onto one of my nipples as I begin to squirt all over his hand and the sheets beneath me. "Stay still I'm not finished with you yet" He commands and I think a new load of juices flood my pussy from his commanding words. I feel his tongue slowly giving me light little licks between my folds and over my clit. I can't help but want more as I push my pussy into his face, I feel his hot breath and the vibration of his laughter against my sex. He pulls away from my clutches and I feel his cock at my entrance, he bends over me and positions the head of this cock then brings his other hand round and pinches one of my hard nipples as he pushes inside me at the same time, there is so many sensations he's picked up his rhythm with deep thrusts into my sex hitting me so deep it feels so different but also unbelievable good, he's raining kisses across my shoulder while whispering sweet dirty words in my ear. I feel the familiar swell of his cock inside me as his own orgasm builds, he grips my hips and slams into me with brutal strength of his passion with both hands and holds me to him as he digs his fingers into my skin which i know will leave marks in the morning but I don't care and I'm actually glad I'll have something to look at tomorrow to remind me of this moment.

10 October 2019

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With the arrival of the warm weather we decided on a visit to Birdie beach. My wife was keen to look her best so had trimmed her pubes and shaved around her pussy lips and as she stripped off at the beach she did look very nice and she layed on her back with her legs well spread so any guy passing could admire her efforts. There is always a passing parade of guys checking out the ladies and after an hour or so one guy asked if he could sit next to us , anne smiled and indicated he sit next to her. I was surprise when after only a few minutes she reached over and discretely massaged his cock , he immediately leaned over to kiss her nipple and started fingering her pussy . this went on for about 10 minutes , when anne stood up , and asked her new friend if he would like to go for a walk , he also stood up and they walked hand in hand into the sand dunes. Anne returned 20 minutes latter by herself and sat down on her towel opposite me , I asked did you blow him and she just smiled and lay back and opened her legs , her just fucked pussy opened up and cum started leaking out , she put 2 fingers in her pussy and when they were covered in cum reached over and massaged the cum on my now hard cock . When I suggested it might be time to leave she just nodded.When we got back to the carpark I could not wait so dragged anne into one of the toilets , leaned her over the basin and fucked what was a very loose and sloppy pussy . We have a regular stud visit each week but I have been asking my wife if she was interested in anyone else , I hope this is the start .

8 October 2019

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My expirences one on one with girls has been very limited. In fact before yesterday on twice had I played with another woman without her partner with us. Last time I was in town I'd had the privilege of a playdate with her hubby, she had been unavailable. And wow what fun we'd had. My lead up to a playdate usually consisted of lots of pic sharing, filthy dirty flirting and learning the things I need to know to be a good little toy. This time and with her we really hadn't had much if that at all, so when she messaged me she was on her way up the nerves went into overdrive. I was throbbing, wet and felt so unprepared. Getting ready for her arrival I had asked her hubby what he thought she'd like me to be wearing, I fucking love to please. We had chosen a black corset with black stockings attached to the suspenders. I put on my little black zip up dress. My slutty sexy look. My favorite, and what is like to find waiting for me. Damn, I placed my hand up my dress to feel the heat and moisture there. Fuck I was ready for this. Out of my submissive comfort zone, I'd decided to take control when she came into my room. And the moment she put her bag down I walked up and kissed her. Shaking, nervous and in desperate need to touch her and be touched, I let out a little moan. Wow. That was enough for her to push me to sit down on the bed and take control. She unzipped my dress, pulled my lace panties to the side and eagerly began to explore my pussy with her hands and her mouth. Having a gorgeous woman take control of my body had me cumming all over her and her face. Fucking wow. After having her devour me and play with me like that for quite a while, I felt it was time for me to devour her tasty pussy. I'd been able to get my hands on it for a moment or 2 while she all over me. But trying to use my hand while she was licking, sucking and finger fucking me was nearly impossible. I was just barely able to focus enough to have felt and then licked her wetness off my fingers. Yum. I needed to enjoy that delish pussy. It was my turn to explore her now. And what a body and pussy to explore. I thoroughly enjoyed making her cum all over me with my hands and mouth. I fucking love making girls cum. I had to get my toys out. First a gspot dildo and to my delight, which made my pussy throb, she was squirming within minutes. Yummy another orgasm, and then I grabbed my wand from of the bedside table. I had already had it ready and plugged in. On the first setting I placed it on her clit and used the dildo at the same time. And fuck me more cum. Damn I do enjoy the body of a sexy woman. Gonna leave it there...but know that we enjoyed my strap on and double ender very much.

7 October 2019

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This story recounts an experience in 2018 with my ex, M. I pick you up from work. It’s dark. You’re waiting outside the luxury hotel where you’ve just wrapped up your late shift. I lean across to open the car door and you slide in next to me. Long, straight black hair frames your young Chinese features and even though every line of your face is etched in my memory, I’m taken aback by how beautiful you are. I nuzzle in and kiss your neck, whisper to you to take off your panties. It’s a game we play, you in the passenger seat naked beneath the thin veil of your skirt, me touching you as we drive along the darkened streets of the city. What you don’t know is that tonight the rules of the game have changed. I explain I need to make a stop to pick up something for the exhibition I’m designing that opens in a few days; there’s a particular stainless steel fixing I need for the construction. Our route takes us through one of Sydney’s inner city industrial suburbs and the diversion will only take a few minutes. You nod and stare aimlessly out the window, a blur of city lights silhouetting the profile of your face. We drive down a narrow lane, slowing to pull up to a wide metal gate. Summer is approaching and the night outside is warm and still. At the entrance, awaiting our arrival, is Steve. We’ve never met in person—he replied to an ad I posted online—but we’ve talked through the details of tonight over several weeks. He opens the gate and waves us through. It’s as he described, a large industrial yard foregrounds the warehouse that houses his construction business. I drive through. The yard is littered with material offcuts: steel trusses, rusted mesh, plywood, shipping palettes, but its centre is a wide open space and it’s here that I park. Steve follows along behind and as planned approaches us from your side of the car. I press a button; your window winds down. ‘Hey mate’ Steve leans in to greet us, his arm resting on the sill of your door. He looks like his pictures: a conventionally handsome face, somewhat weathered in the way so many Australian men’s are, sits upon broad shoulders. ‘Hey’ I reply. I nod toward you: ‘Steve this is M, M this is Steve.’ You smile, slightly quizzical, clocking the oddness that its your window he’s leaning through. I catch and hold your eye before slowly and deliberately saying ‘M, I have a strong feeling that Steve would enjoy taking a look at your pussy’. An odd expression darts across your face, surprise, anger, embarrassment and desire mixing into something I can’t quite fathom: a merging of resistance and surrender? As is your habit when embarrassed you clamp your eyes shut and turn your head sideways against the seat’s headrest as if averting your gaze. ‘Would you like that Steve? Would you like to see M’s pussy?’ ‘Yeah mate, actually I would’ he drawls. You’re motionless, eyes still closed, breathing heavily. I feel the tension in your body as I reach down and slowly lift your skirt to reveal your pink hairless youth. Time freezes. I can hear the slight breeze, cicadas, the distant sound of traffic. ‘It’s pretty nice don’t you think?’ I ask ‘Oh yeah, beautiful’, Steve agrees. I lean in to your ear and whisper ‘I think we should give Steve a better look, don’t you?’ Your breathing quickens but still you say nothing. I reach down and cradle your knee in my hand and gently lift it, placing your foot on the car’s centre console, spreading you wide open to his gaze. I see the muscles in Steve arm shift, the rhythmic pulsing of blood in his veins. He leans in closer, and I wonder if you can feel the movement of the air as it enters and exits his lungs. ‘Would you like to touch M’s leg? I ask. Barely perceptively he nods, reaching down to gently brush above your knee with the back of his hand. ‘And the inside of her thigh?’ I ask again. The rough skin of his fingers moves higher and you gasp, your head still turned, eyes still firmly shut. ‘What do you think?’ I ask ‘Oh yeah, she’s so soft’ he replies. Pulled back the way it is, your skirt does nothing to hide you from his slow scrutiny. ‘I bet you would enjoy touching her there’ I say to Steve. ‘Fuck mate, yeah I would.’ I lean in close and whisper in your ear ‘Shall we let Steve touch you there, touch your soft pink pussy? You say nothing but I see a shiver of desire run through you. ‘Why don’t you see if it’s wet?’ I say to Steve, ‘I think she would like that’ and I watch your lips subtly separate, your mouth opening as you feel his fingers begin to stroke that softest, most innocent part of you. I look at Steve, his strong hands insistently exploring. ‘Is it wet?’ ‘Oh yeah, very’ he replies, and as he runs his fingers around your skin you can no longer resist, your raised knee drops fully to the side, opening you further, your hips push slowly back against the intrusion of his fingers. And now they are inside you, sliding in and out, slowly fingering you, now faster and more urgently. A wave of spasms pass through your body as you come and hot liquid shoots across Steve’s hand, splashing the footwell of the car. I adore this about you, how like an overexcited puppy scrambling to greet its master, you lose control of your bladder in these moments of intensity. Together Steve and I take off your skirt, unbutton and remove your blouse, the monochrome moonlight caressing your erect nipples. You’re naked, fully exposed before us. Steve’s hand returns to its task, more aggressively now, its fast, rhythmic slap-slap-slap overlaying the guttural moans that emanate from deep inside you. You come again. ‘Slap it’ I say to Steve, and now I’m holding your knee, keeping you spread open while his flattened fingers rain down upon your softness, each wet thwack punctuated by your sharp intake of breath. You come again, faster and more urgently. I look at Steve’s torso half through the window, an expression of calm gratitude upon his face: ’Shall we move this on?’ I ask. He nods and we both smile knowingly. I open the door and get out and for the first time your eyes open—in alarm. I know what you’re thinking, that I might be about to leave you here, alone, with this stranger, and while that idea has a huge appeal, to just abandon you to whatever urges this man wishes to inflict upon you, I know it’s a step too far for this evening and I mentally file it away for another time. I walk around to your side of the car. Steve takes a step back and I reach in and grab you by your long soft hair, pulling you roughly to your feet. You’re standing now in the warehouse yard, totally naked and helpless before us, before me, your owner, and before Steve’s imposing physique, muscle hewn from years of manual labour. His isn’t the sharpest intellect and he lacks the imagination or focus of mind to have orchestrated tonight’s proceedings, but that’s not what’s required of him. Dragging you behind me by the hair, I lead you around to the drivers side, open the door to the back seat and direct you to hop in. I look up across the roof of the car and smile at Steve. ‘She’s all yours’. He opens the door and climbs in next to you. Back in the driver’s seat I turn to face you both. Taking your face in my hand I run my thumb across your lips, pushing it into your mouth. You run your tongue around it then take it deeper. I shift my hand to tilt your gaze toward Steve. ‘Look how hard you have made him’ I say. He’s wearing gym shorts, his cock making a tent out of the soft, loose fabric. ‘Why don’t you feel how hard he is?’ I remove my wet thumb from your mouth and take your hand placing it on his thick cock. You moan. ‘Feel what you’ve done to him’, I say, and rhythmically squeeze your hand, tightening its grip. I look into your eyes and smile lovingly. ‘Impressively sized, isn’t it?’ You moan again. ‘Would you like to see?’ Again your eyes clamp shut in embarrassment. ‘I asked if you would like to see it?’ I insist. ‘Yes’ you shyly whisper and direct your gaze, first at me, and then down at the bulge between Steve’s legs. I loosen my grip and Steve slowly peels down his shorts, his cock springing up as the waistband passes over it. It’s thicker than it looked in his photos, long taut veins protruding from its meaty shaft. I place your hand back and you slowly run your fingers along it, drawn irresistibly to explore its contours, it’s damp foreskin and large shaved balls. ‘You know where that belongs’ I say, and apply the gentlest of pressure to the back of your head; little encouragement is needed. You look up at Steve then slowly lower your head to take him in your mouth. He exhales deeply and his body slumps back into the seat, the spread of his thighs widening. You do your best but the angle imposed upon you by the car and his significant size means you can only take in half its length. I apply more pressure, firmly this time, and you moan as his cock is forced deeper inside your mouth. Keeping my hand there I address Steve, talking to him over the top of your head. ‘Happy?’ I ask ‘Oh yeah man’ he replies. ‘She’s so beautiful’ ‘She is indeed. Would you like to fuck her?’ I feel you flinch beneath the pressure of my hand ‘Her pussy is all yours if you want it’. The actions of your tongue are preventing him from speaking but he murmurs his keen interest. I can feel little spasms run through you—the thickness of Steve’s cock is making it difficult for you to breathe—but I hold your head there, feeling their intensity grow, the struggle for air permeating your body, your hands reaching out to push yourself away. But I hold you firm longer, and then a moment longer still, until finally I release and you pull away gasping for breathe, a long arc of saliva still connecting your lower lip to his now rock hard cock. I take you again by the hair and pull your head back. Leaning in I kiss you tenderly, telling you how much I love you, how I’d do anything for you, but that now, right now in this car, you must do something for me. Still holding your hair I turn to face Steve. ‘You want to fuck her’: a statement not a question. ‘Her pussy is yours. You can do want you want with it. Fuck it how you want. As hard as you want. For as long as you want.’ And now I address you. ‘Steve is my friend and you will show him every courtesy. Your body is his. You will give it to him willingly, without complaint. If something is too much to bear you know what it is you have to say, but otherwise you will submit to his desires, his will, his insistence. He can fuck you how he wants. If the size of his cock hurts you, you will not complain. If he wants to choke you, to slap you, to cover your mouth, or open it up to spit inside it, if he wants to fuck you slowly, or slam you with ruthless force, if he wants to bite you, hold you down, draw out pain or use you with unfettered brutality, you will lie there without complaint, lie there and willingly submit to his desires.’ I hold your gaze, stare at you silently for 10, 20, 30 seconds, my eyes never shifting from yours. ‘You will do this, and anything else asked of you, not for him, not for his pleasure, but for mine.’ Again I pause. ‘Do you understand?’ You nod. ‘And do you agree.’ You say nothing, looking deep into my eyes and then your head slowly moves backward, then forward, as you offer your silent consent.

7 October 2019

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The Hotel Bar We meet in a hotel bar, the kind of large business hotel you’d find in any city; tastefully generic. It’s reasonably quiet, mostly corporate types unwinding, a smattering of couples from out of town. I lead you to a sofa, tucked away down in a corner and sit opposite on a padded footstool. We drink our cocktails—you down yours quickly out of nervousness and I see the alcohol flush your cheeks. Our knees are touching and I hold your gaze, feeling the sexual tension between us. I lean in, gently nuzzle against your neck, and whisper in your ear... ‘You are to take off your panties and give them to me’. You’re too shy to reply, but i see your look of doubt. I take your wrist and firmly command ‘Now’. You look around. The other people in the bar are caught up in conversation and your back is to them anyway. You lift yourself up slightly off the sofa, reach up inside your dress and slide your small black panties down. I take them from your hand, slowly, methodically spreading them out on my knee, neatly folding them, and then place them in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. ‘Good girl’. I whisper We’re sitting opposite each other and I run my hands run up the sides of your thigh, touching your soft skin. I reach down, lifting your foot and placing it on the footstool between my legs. Gravity does its work and your short white satin dress slides back slightly exposing your soft, hairless pussy to my gaze. I tilt your knee slightly spreading you further open and then firmly say ‘I like this view. You are to keep your foot exactly here. I can see in your eyes a mixture of self-consciousness and excitement. You begin to smile but your eyes suddenly widen as I raise my hand to motion to the bar’s sole waiter that we’d like to order more drinks. As he walks towards us I press down on your foot, a physical reminder of the position it is to stay in. He’s a young guy, in his mid 20s. Good looking in a slightly clueless, boy next door kind of way. I can see through his tight, cheap hotel uniform that he clearly works out. ‘What can I get you guys? he innocently asks—and then I see it—a momentary shift in expression and the dart of his eyes as they catch your exposed pussy peeking from beneath your dress. He quickly looks away Your face flushes red and your eyes glare at me, but I’m enjoying this. ‘Just give me a minute’ I say as I pick up the bar menu and slowly work my way through the drink options. I can see in my peripheral vision that his head is titled towards your crotch. I feign interest in he menu. I slowly scan the options. I umm and ahh. Time crawls and I see your head tilted down in a mixture or embarrassment and desire. Finally, I ask: ‘Are your martini’s any good?’ and as I look up I catch him pulling his eyes from you, and I see the outline of his cock straining awkwardly against his tight pants. ‘Excellent sir’ he replies quickly I look down for one last, slow flick through the menu. ‘Two martini’s then’ He notes the order and as he turns to walk off I see his last fleetingly glance between your legs. With one one hand on your knee I lean in close to whisper to you, and as I do I reach down with my other hand and forcefully slide two fingers inside you, making you gasp. ‘You’ve been a very good girl’ I say. I lean back onto my footstool but keep my fingers deep inside you, my knuckles pushing in hard against your clit, your wetness growing around my fingers, and begin a slow upward stroking motion against the inside of your pubic bone. I tilt the knee of your still raised leg further out and with my leather brogue push your other foot to the side fully spreading and opening you up to me. Your dress rises higher. If anyone were to now walk past they would see your pussy fully exposed, my fingers slowly but forcefully easing in and out. Your eyes are closed in embarrassment but you’re leaning back into the sofa, unable to resist the pleasure now pulsing through your body, your wetness costing my hands. Your muscles contract and loosen against my fingers, rising in speed and intensity, and I feel the heat in your body as it reaches toward climax. But, right at that moment, I withdraw my fingers. You eyes part in surprise and frustration. ‘I was so...’ you begin, but I cut you off. ‘Shhhh... Open your mouth’. I command and as you hesitantly part your lips I slide my sex covered fingers inside. I hold them there, warm with saliva and the salty taste of your wetness. ‘Our waiter is on the way back with our drinks but the reception back here is terrible and I need to make a call’, I say, slowly beginning to rise. ‘You are to stay like this. Exactly like this. You are not to sit forward. You are not to shift your feet. You are not to reposition your thighs, to smooth down your dress, or shift in any way. Do you understand?’ I ask firmly With my fingers still in your mouth you nod yes. ‘Our boy waiter will come and place napkins on the table. You are not to move. He will put our martini’s down on those napkins and you will still not move. You will give him this credit card’ I say, placing it into your hand, ‘to pay for the drinks and still you will not move.’ ‘You will look into his eyes as he takes the card from you and charges our drinks. And if he smiles at you, you will politely smile back, but you will do nothing to bring your thighs closer together. Even as he looks down at your soaking pussy. Even as you see him adjust his cock in his pants. Even as he thinks about reaching down and touching you. You will stay here like this, without moving until he has finished his work, however slowly he chooses to complete that work, however long he stares, until he is finished and returns to the bar. Do you understand?’ Again you nod yes. And with that I stand, slowly slide my fingers out of your mouth, and leave you spread wide, exposed and helpless on the sofa.

7 October 2019

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My 30th birthday present.. My birthday was about a month away. The big 30. My wife, who is a very fit size 8 and has subtle abs all year round, has played with the idea of giving me a threesome with a premium escort at the Gold Coast. Yes, an escort. We both agreed that if it was a professional with experience, then it could just be great. We both knew what we wanted - a wild night with someone with whom we have chemistry. Before I knew it, the night had arrived. My birthday. However, we had no luck finding someone as it was almost impossible to gauge someone via calls and messages. Not enough to be fully comfortable, anyway. We had a drink and decided to scrap the whole idea and instead head to a strip club and have a big night there. After a little entertainment we can head back to the apartment and continue with the fun there. Still an amazing night! Here we were, 11pm at Show Girls and we were both having a blast. Nothing could kill the buzz. The club; full of women and many good looking. With various shapes and sizes, anyone could find something they like. This is the frame of my mind on the night anyhow, but that’s because I knew there was still a chance something could happen. I have to be honest! Not long passed and a tanned girl walked past us as we sat in front of the stage. She had the right curves, the right skin tone and the right vibe. Before I knew it, she walked over to my wife and leaned over in front of her, and slid her hand up her skirt and began to gently rub her panties with her hand! I was blown away! My wife, her eyes wide open! I could still remember it. But she liked it. She grabbed the dancer by the arm and said “I want to give me husband a threesome for his birthday tonight. Would you come with us?” I didn’t hear her reply because half of me was stressing and the other half was in trying to look relaxed. Yeah right. Within a minute, the dancer walked away and looked as if she may be back. Not long had passed and we had another round of drinks and shots, and I hadn’t asked my wife what the exchange of words resulted in. I turned to my right, and there she was. “I can leave in 15min. Go to your hotel and I’ll meet you there.” I was in disbelief! With all her calmness, wifey passes her a napkin with the address of our hotel. With that we stood up and walked out and into a cab, heading to our hotel room. About 45 minutes had passed, we had showered and had just cheered to another drink when the intercom rang.. She arrived at the door and I let her in. She was not shy at all.. she made eye contact with me in a way that still excites me today. We went straight to the bedroom where she undressed together with my wife. They helped each other take their bras and panties off and they then made their way to the shower. I leaned on the basin as I watched them soap up each other’s bodies, rubbing their boobs against each other as they kissed and began to finger each other. I felt like imploding! I couldn’t wait another second! I opened the door to enter the shower when BANG! “No, it’s not your turn yet” responded my wife. I felt like screaming but if I said I wasn’t having the time of my life, I’d be lying. This was something straight from a fantasy. Safe to stay I didn’t get to go in the shower. Instead, I was invited to the bed. I was asked to lay down on my back. Safe sex was practiced so the dancer put on her best effort to stretch a condom on my cock. I was raging and my wife was on the floor literally squirting of excitement!! She squirted for the second time and that’s when the dancer jumped on top of me and began to ride me hard. Let me just say she knew how to engage her hips! Wow! She was on her feet and she was definitely enraged by my wife’s performance on the floor. It was the perfect chemistry, she jumped off and let my wife have her turn. Gently spreading her lips over my face as I lay on my back, she rubbed her clit on my tongue.. I was in heaven. The gentleness didn’t last long and I was tongue deep inside of her.. she jumped off and squirted just a little bit. My wife said to me “lick it, baby” and so I did. The two kissed, licked, bit and sucked on each other all while I tell my details. In a moment my wife was bent over and turned toward me as if to tell me this is where I go next. After pulling out of my wife and entering the dancer, I was ready to blow! I have to be honest, I couldn’t last longer. Not even half an hour in, and my teenage fantasy has finally become true! Or so I felt! I pulled out and felt my wife’s hand on my balls as she told me to cum hard for her. The dancer kneeled on the floor in front of me and I covered her face and boobs with an almost embarrassingly big load. My wife was in laughter of joy! I was in shock! The two kissed and made their way to the shower to wash each other clean. Me, I was in another world. I’ll never know what else happened in the shower, but I guess I can live with what my eyes had seen already.

3 October 2019

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It was going to be her first time with a girl. Is was my first time attempting to switch. The lead up had been amazing. I had gotten myself and her off on teasing her and telling her what we were going to do with her. Finally the night had arrived. I stand in the apartment dressed in my lingerie and little skirt. I have my 6inch stilettos so she can hear my footsteps when she's brought in blindfolded, by her dom, in a few moments. I've sprayed my favorite perfume, had music playing, fuck was i nervous as hell. The door opens, and he leads her in. I force myself to walk briskly over to her, my heals clicking loudly on the floor. I reach up and kiss her passionately. Her breath catches and I throb as I place the collar around her neck. Her legs almost give way and her dom has to hold her up, we both undress her and take in every inch of her amazing body with our eyes, hands and mouths. Her body responded, her legs buckled and the groans of pleasure as we took a nipple each in our mouths. I hand her dom the lead and he instantly brings her attention. He grabs her by the throat over her collar and pulls her backpacks to kiss her and ask her if she's going to be a good little bday present for me. I'm dripping down my thighs now. He leads her to the bed and lays her down for me to be able to look at and devour her pussy. I'm dying now I wanna say something but I've been told not to and the sub in me obeys that. I spent ages enjoying her pelussy with my mouth and fingers. Her writhing and groans as she enjoyed and came was amazing. All of a sudden her dom grabs her by the throat and asked her if she wanted to eat my pussy. I almost came as she grinned under her blindfold and answered "fuck yes" he put her head between my legs as I layed on my back. And she blew me away and I was coming all over her face over and over. She let out the most amazing sexy giggle as she felt and tasted me cum. After several orgasms I just had to see her eyes as she was devouring my pussy like someone who's done it for the whole life. I reached down and lifted the blindfold off her eyes. And saw the most incredible smiling sexy cheeky eyes. I came as she continued to stare at me and devour my pussy. I cupped her cum covered smiling face and spoke for the first time. "Oh my fucking god you're a good girl..... Our night continued from there for another 5 or so hours. And all I can say is... Best birthday ever.

22 September 2019

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You need work done around the house. You imagine hiring a tradie to come by and fix some things. He arrives and he's an older guy. He is well spoken and knowledgeable. You are taken by his maturity and presence. You leave him to work away while you go about your business. Every now and again you pass by and enquire how things are going and he responds that he is working through your list. He impresses you as a competent worker. One time you pass by and find yourself paying more attention to him as a man than on the job he is doing. You find your mind wandering to thoughts of perhaps offering him something a little extra when he finishes what he is doing. You begin to fantasise about what he might say and where that could lead. Oblivious to his proximity you find yourself reaching to touch your nipples through your top, caressing then squeezing as you imagine it being him doing it to you. You close your eyes and slide your hand down your clothes searching for a way past your panties. You find what you are looking for and begin to fondle your clit as you rhythmically move to enhance the feeling. So lost are you in what you are doing that you fail to notice that he has stopped what he is doing and has his eyes firmly fixed on you. You open your eyes and, startled that he has been watching you, you quickly withdraw your hand and make noises about just adjusting yourself. He walks closer to you and says in a sexy voice. "I'm a handyman and l'm here to attend to any matters that need attention. I am very good with my hands........."

22 September 2019

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My best friend and I were getting ready for a girls night out. She had been dropped at my place early for pre drinks, but I wasn't quite ready so she joined me in the bathroom, drink in hand. She sat and watched me dress as we casually talked about our days, helping me decide between dress or pants. Dress was her unanimous decision, stating I would move better on the dance floor and joked it'd be easier access for hubby later. The thought aroused me so I kept the dress on and strapped on some thigh high stockings and suspenders, with her help. I couldnt help but notice her overflowing breasts in her tight dress, she had always caught my attention,but tonight was different. I tried to push my thoughts away. Our ride arrived and jumped into the taxi,off into the city for the night. Jumping out of the car with a spring in her step she grabbed my hand and led me through the crowds of people, searching for our friends waiting at the bar. We all hugged and caught up on each others week as we downed several cocktails. The bar was busy and the band playing were so good, I just wanted to dance. Grabbing my best friends hand and calling to the others to join us we made our way to the dance floor. I closed my eyes as I moved my hips rhythmically to the music, briefly opening them to see her fixated on me. I smiled and bit my lip, she moved in closer and threw her arms around me, whispering in my ear "stop, you're making me want you" I laughed and told her to stop being silly. A few more friends joined us on the dance floor and we danced the next few songs until I snuck away for some fresh air. The drinks must have been getting to me. One of my friends followed me out and asked me "so, whats going on with you and J?" Embarrassed I had been caught I shrugged my shoulders and denied her accusations " what are you talking about?" She turned to me and winked before heading back inside. I took a few more minutes to myself before heading back in. Did she like me? She and I had always joked about sex and liking each other. Maybe she hadnt been joking. I made my way back to the dance floor, set on approaching her about it, but decided not to when I spotted her. I just grabbed her hands and led them to my waist,looking into her eyes and leant in and whispered "maybe I want you too" before pulling back and dancing the night away. It was a great night and we all decided to plan another in a few weeks time before hopping in taxis for home. J and I jumped in the back seat and she moved to the middle seat to sit closer to me, her hand resting on my thigh right below where my dress had rested,mid thigh. My heart rate increased and I could feel a throbbing in my lace panties. I turned to her and leant in and softly kissed her lips, she pushed into me and kissed harder,her tongue finding mine. Instant tingles. I pulled back and asked her to stay the night, she smiled and nodded. Hopping out of the taxi we held hands and quickly made our way inside, I was wondering if we should wake hubby up or not. We turned to each other again and let our desires take over. I kissed down her neck and onto her chest, slowly revealing one breast from her dress. I circled my tongue and took her breast into my mouth, she pulled me back up to kiss her again and undressed me as she did,pressing her body against mine. Her mouth slowly making its way to my pussy, teasing for an eternity. She pushed me onto the bed and pushed my panties to the side while stroking her tongue over my clit,circling and sucking. I felt weak and helpless, with no control over my body. It was as if she was controlling me with every touch. I closed my eyes and went with it, pushing myself into her as she brought me to climax. Licking her lips she smiled up at me and climbed slowly on top of me, now naked I could feel her warm, smooth pussy against mine. She kissed me then i threw her off and made my way to her sweet smelling pussy. I softly stroked my tongue up and down,then round and round until her clit stood at attention. Taking her clit in my mouth I sucked and circled my tongue. She tasted amazing. My hands wandered her body as my tongue and fingers made her explode on my tongue. Soaking up her juices,she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, wanting to taste herself from my mouth. Both of our pussies together,slowly i rocked back and forth as we kissed. I looked down to her and she was smiling and winking and someone,turning to see hubby watching us, she called hubby over to join the fun.

18 September 2019

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Saffy had been given EXPLICIT instructions. The time. The place. Exactly what she was expected to wear. With her dark hair slicked back, she was striking in the neck to ankle black latex bodysuit which was complemented by the 6-inch thigh-high boots she wore like a boss. Her makeup was perfect. Smokey eye. Bright red lipstick. As planned, she arrived at the warehouse precisely at 4pm and let herself through the door she'd been given the key to. It was only moments before she found the room and she confidently let herself in. The room was small - 2 metres by 2. Three of the walls were equipped with hollowed-out perfectly round holes - all 3 displayed a cock of varying girth, proportion and state of arousal. With her satin-gloved hand, Saffy took 2 of the cocks and began to pull them from the base of the hole in the walls. The 3rd cock, she placed in her mouth and started sucking it until it was poking proudly through the hole. She spat on his cock and then moved to the one on her right - again placing his shaft into her mouth and this time using a hand to twist him as she sucked. The whole time, her other hand was pulling the 3rd guy. She continued the glory hole for 45 minutes, paying equal attention to the participants. Each one began to remove his penis and Saffy knew that this was the moment that phase 2 was to be carried out. She quickly reapplied her bright red lipstick and went through another door. This room was much larger. Dimly lit mostly but right towards one end of the room was an area that was brighter. She saw now that there were 4 men and they were all in costume. Black latex chaps, entire black leather face masks. Nobody wore a shirt. They were standing around the swing that was suspended from the ceiling and also securely bolted to a wall. Some were stroking their hard cocks. The swing was one of the best Saffy had seen and she could barely wait to get in it! She laid down - her whole body supported. The guy at the lower end then additionally placed her feet in the stirrups before he rammed his cock deep into her! At first, she grabbed the swing supports near hear arms and head but before long she was grasping a cock in each hand and had one being thrust down her throat. Each one took turns to fuck Saffy and the more they fucked her, the more she wanted them to. At the most intense moment, she was vigorously sucking a cock while the other 2 guys slapped her tits through her bodysuit as she was having her pussy pounded when the guy fucking her reached up to the neck of her bodysuit and ripped it down the middle in one go. Her tits now exposed were bouncing harder and harder as he fucked her and then the other 2 who had been slapping her before her clothes were torn, blew all over her - Spurting loads of hot cum from her neck to her stomach, over nipples and rubbing their cum all over her chest and neck. The cock in her mouth could take it no longer and he totally lost his load deep down Saffy's throat. It began dripping from her mouth down her chin. With one last massive heave, Saffy felt the full blast of hot cum being rammed inside her swollen and engorged pussy. She was removing herself from the restraints when she heard the familiar 'click' of a key turning in a lock. Their next whore was on time. That was her cue to leave...

17 September 2019

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