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Posted:Dec 4, 2014 6:03 am
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Michael P.
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Sensuous Submission
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Posted:Dec 12, 2014 7:14 pm
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Sensuous Submission
Here is a story which I wrote for a beautiful lady who lives part-way across the State from me. I had offered to write something for her and I asked whether there were any specific desires which she wanted to have addressed. She responded that she had considered how nice it would be to just be completely taken, to feel her body shake with anticipation and her yearning for meeting with a man who can make that happen. Accordingly, I wrote the following for her over the course of several days whilst riding the exercise bike after my daily lift:
OK. So we begin:
The where’s and why’s are not really important. You and your unnamed lover could spend the day at a beach, a theme park, planting daisies for that matter. In any event, you’re sitting at dinner making small talk and as the salad course arrives you feel his unclad foot touch the inside of your knee sending a small jolt of surprise and a little shiver of passion which runs up your thigh, awakens your kitty as it passes and intensifies at the ganglia of nerve endings at the small of your back before getting even more pleasurable at your neck.
Your skin is suddenly suffused with goosebumps and your lovely nipples spring forth to full and inflamed erection aching to be caressed, lightly pulled, flicked with a cool, pointed and wet tongue.
Your inner thighs part incrementally and whilst you carry on your conversation, the sparkling fire of lust, of desire, is evident in your eyes. His eyes, smoky in the dim light are harder to read but his foot takes you up on your involuntary invitation and softly strokes your inner thigh up higher, nearer your Delta of Venus.
A few minutes of this torture elapses and you are having a hard time concentrating upon what is being said, or your food, as each course arrives. Your sex, swollen and sopping, leaves a sweet, soupy stain of lubrication and as it runs down to the crack between your buttocks, you squirm about in your seat.
“What would you like for dessert?” he queries. “Huh?” You snap out of your trance as he begins to play with your clit through your sheer pink cotton panties with his big toe, manipulating your sexy, swollen button softly and sensually as you continue to shift about in your seat.
“Um, maybe we should skip dessert. I’m feeling a bit flushed. And true enough, your beautiful, even complexion has taken on a certain rosy glow just as your nipples and swollen sex has. “I was thinking that you might want a custard cream pie XXXXXX. Shall we go now so that I can give you one?”
The bill settled, you wait for the attendant to get the vehicle, your lover’s arms enfolded around your waist, his lips lightly brushing your neck, under your hairline at the area midway between the nape of your neck and your ear. Warm and full as they graze your skin.
You can feel his manhood, not erect but substantial and heavy as it presses lightly against your sensuous, sultry and not in its own right, insubstantial backside until his hands press you back more fully into him, controlling your body, and you writhe involuntarily against him, hungry for that thickness to enter your depths, to penetrate to your core and spread your wet, wet walls as it incrementally seeks to make you his cumslut.
The valet arrives with the vehicle and moves to open the door for you but your man intercedes and after giving the guy a fiver, moves with hand upon your hip to let you in. Once you are seated, he reaches across you, grasping the seatbelt and a brief kiss as well, and as his hand brushes by, he takes the liberty to softly yet passionately rub your sex, his fingers running upward between those fiery lips and just barely engaging your clit, engendering an additional flood of moist desire from within you.
After your amore gets into the driver’s seat and pulls away, he looks directly and unabashedly into your eyes and says “tonight you are mine to do with with I will. You will follow my directions explicitly and in turn, I will cause you to reach satisfaction as you never have before. Do you agree to these conditions XXXXXX?” You meekly look down and nod your head in agreement. “Say it!” he says. “Yes” you let out a little peep. “Look me in the eyes and say it louder” he replies with command presence in his voice. “Oh yes” you respond. “Yes what?” he asks, carrying out this game to the end. Grasping the significance of his query you finally respond, “Yes sir. I will follow your directions explicitly.”
“I’m glad we came to an understanding my little Cat.” He finally states after looking into your eyes for a long moment. “Pull your panties off” and you shamefully do so, feeling the warm, heated leather of the seat against your flushed ass cheeks and swollen, still wet vulva. “Give them to me” he ejects in a calm voice of absolute command. You hand them over still looking down and out of the corner of your eye you could see him bring them up to his face and also hear as he deeply inhaled your musky essence. “Open your mouth baby” he says next and against your will you do so. He reaches over and lightly stuffs the wettest portion of the panties, the lower front panel, into your mouth and you taste the nectar which your body had produced. It turns you on somehow, to be riding down the road with the soft, sheer cotton panties hanging out of your mouth and you become even more aroused when he begins to fingerbang your crotch spreading the abundant moisture about your nether regions.
He could feel your pussy sucking on first one finger and then a second, slippery with your excitement, and finally a third, providing you with an approximation of his girthy cock and providing you with the stretch you desired so hungrily.
The wetness is running down over your thighs, buttocks and rear entrance and you feel yourself tearing up a bit with your embarrassment but at the same time your pussy seeks to envelop even more of his probing fingers. He sensuously plunges his digits in and out, in and out, your hot cunt making squishing noises all the while as the heel of his hand manipulates your clit back and forth with a steady pressure. Your body begins to shiver and your legs to shake as you began to cum unexpectedly, your cries of pleasure drowning out the smooth jazz playing over the stereo speakers.
As your kitty throbs and pulsates, gripping and releasing his fingers, he applies the palm of his hand more strongly against you, rocking it rapidly from side to side which causes you to scream out in almost painful pleasure and blessed release. You cum and cum and then cum again until you weakly moan “Please, no more” and he takes pity on your kitty, not wanting to cause you pain and, to leave something of you for later. You collapse into the bucket seat, your hair hanging wet and limp over your eyes as he continues to drive you toward your assignation with depravation.
Tthe vehicle speeds toward your destination and he sings along with the stereo, seemingly oblivious to you, lost as you are in your reverie about the last fifteen minutes. You finally start to recover your equanimity as the vehicle pulls into the parking garage yet you still require a steadying hand as your legs are still a bit wobbly and weak.
As you enter the comfortable confines of his home you can see the lights of the city twinkling down below, the moonlight casting enough illumination to make out the interior and to easily see your own body and that of your lover in a suffused soft glow.
He stands behind you, enfolding your voluptuous body in his muscular arms and you can feel his chest, powerful, wide and deep against your shoulder blades. You can also feel a thick, solid and meaty bulge a bit lower, nestling itself between the sweet cheeks of your ass as he undulates slowly and sensuously against you.
He disengages himself and saying in a sonorously sensual sotto voce “I’m going to disrobe you and have my way with your body.” “OK” you softly and meekly respond, knowing that you would give yourself totally and willingly to this man, as if there was a choice.
He proceeds by pulling your skirt down off of your hips, the cool air striking your buttocks and still wet & swollen partially ravaged sex. As your breath quickens in anticipation, he straightens and in so doing, removes your sheer blouse, leaving your large, plump, pink breasts and succulent nipples exposed and vulnerable.
His lips find the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he softly kisses and sucks upon it, his thick, steely shaft nestling between your cool buttocks which feel it like a red-hot iron in contrast. He must have dropped his own pants while you were lost in your feelings and desires.
As his lips send shivers and raise goosebumps, his hands reach around to firmly yet gently cup your heavy breasts and caress your already erect nipples to an aching state of arousal. Not willing to let them go fully unattended, his powerfully built hands firmly grasp your shoulders and turn you about to face his dark, smoldering eyes, still smoky with his desire for you.
You can’t help but to glance downward to see the broad head of his cock slightly throbbing in the diffuse light but it is almost immediately lost to your view as his lips find first one nipple, gently flicking, licking and sucking upon it and then, after a soft moan of pleasure escapes your throat, long, low and intense, he switches to your other breast so that it won’t feel neglected.
Your soft mewls of pleasure are regular and getting a bit louder now, interspersed by slightly ragged breathing as your passion builds. His hand reaches down to find your kitty, ******, slippery, swollen and sloppy with desire. The lips slightly stiffened, your sweet little clit becomes erect under its partial hood, jerking slightly as his hand brushes by.
Your obvious state of advanced desire calls for more direct and focused stimulation from him so he takes you and leads you by the hand to a well upholstered davenport, then bends you over the arm rest. This leaves your vulva and asshole fully exposed and he takes commensurate full advantage.
First you feel his breath, warm and languorous. Then you feel a cool stream of air directed over your nether regions, passing over your back door and making it contract slightly…then over your sexy, swollen labia…then to play over that clit making it dance ever so slightly as the electric shocks emanate faintly from it.
His mouth, drawn to you as his fingers were in the vehicle softly caresses your lips with his own as he savors your sweetly musky scent before lightly running the flat of his tongue over them, studiously avoiding direct contact with your button, downward from this juncture until it lightly brushes your bunghole causing you to squirm, moan and emit more of your juices. He greedily sucks them from you while also sucking both of your Labia Minora into his soft yet insistent mouth while his tongue slips between to tease your wet, wanton hole.
Your almost constant moaning changes to a plaintive cry of lust as that sweet, swollen, sexy cunt reacts like a sea anemone and tries to capture more of his tongue within you. He knows what he’s doing however and he removes his tongue only to replace it with a thick thumb which bends to quickly and efficiently locate your g spot, whereby his tongue plunges into your back door. You scream, gush and cum all in the same instant as his other hand holds your lower back motionless while you cry out against the waves crashing over your body and pushing you over the brink to oblivion.
As your body and mind are suffused with what feels like endless paroxysms of passionate pleasure, as you cum again and again, you almost lose consciousness from the intensity of it.
Your lover, ever considerate of your strategic and operational needs, if not necessarily your tactical ones, straightens his thumb and while your pussy still sucks upon it as your orgasms slowly abate, softly kisses your rear, your beautiful flower, your clit, each sensation sending tiny aftershocks of pleasure which make you jump slightly.
He comes and sits by you for a moment, tenderly stroking your face and wiping an errant tear from your cheek, prominently presented by your magnificent facial structure. As he bends low to softly raise your jawline, he places a soft kiss upon your lips and you can taste your beautiful essence upon his lips. He then rises to help you up so that you can sit beside him.
As you embrace, your lips meet, yours slightly parted and you feel his tongue, a bit moist, softly playing along the surface, just where they turn inward to ensheath your teeth. Then he sucks tenderly upon your lips, exploring their softness, their slightly swollen state of arousal, mirroring that of your sex, flushed still as it is with recently requited desire.
While you kiss each other, the passion, never having fully abated, increases and he places his hand upon your upper thigh, not directly touching your sex but closely enough so that he can feel the heat emanating from it and the soft brush of your pubic hair against the heel of his hand.
Your thighs part involuntarily and with them, your wet and still distended sex, urging him to manipulate you to another orgasm. Instead, he arises, his powerful erection directly in front of your slightly parted lips and you feel an aching need to feel it in your mouth, to savor its shape, taste and texture, yet his objective differs from yours and he kneels before you, grasping you by the hips and buttocks as he rocks your legs back against your torso, keeping them pinioned there and then buries his face into your womanhood yet again, sucking, slurping and savoring your essence as your groan out your pleasure.
His lips, his tongue, his entire mouth seeks to possess you, to temporarily own your sex for the time being, as he seems to be doing a multitude of things at once. Sucking upon your sexxxy lips causes a pit of pressure tugging upon your enflamed clit and this in turn sends little nerve impulses which cause your bung to clench and release lightly yet rapidly so that every time that his tongue darts out to flick against it, you emit a soft scream of ecstasy.
He feels a compulsion to bring you off once more and he buries his tongue into your hot, wet, wanton box as his nose manipulates the hood of your now-enraged button rapidly back and forth. You scream out his name, the name of Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all of the saints (at least those you can remember) and with a wailing cry you cum yet again, your legs shaking uncontrollably and smacking his head as he bores into you to extract every last kernel of your pleasure.
As you refocus on reality, he stands, his erection still fully engorged and lifts you to your feet, carrying you into the bedroom and firmly placing you on the bed. “Compose yourself” he says. “I’m going to wash a little bit of your cum off of my face”. You lay on the bed wondering “what the fuck is going to happen next?” but comfortable in the knowledge that whatever it is, it will be pleasurable and relatively safe…
After a time, he comes back into the dimly lit room with a tray held in his hands and a silk tie draped over his erection. You giggle a little at the sight and he comes over and sits beside you. “I’m going to blindfold you so that the partial sensory deprivation will make your experience more intense”. “Yes sir” you reply. “That’s the attitude I like and which will pay huge dividends my sexxxy little Cat. It will be well worth your while to remember it.”
He double wraps the soft silk tie around your eyes and fastens it snugly under your raven hair so that for you, the darkness is complete. He begins by kneading the muscles of your shoulders, your back, your buttocks, thighs and calves. He almost tenderly works every knot of tension out of you, using the balls of his thumbs to separate the individual muscle strings and release any remaining tension from your body. His palms press out the larger areas of tightness and his fingertips stroke and caress your body causing you to purrrrr softly with the pleasure of it and you feel his lips softly brush and then suck on your warm skin. He places his thumbs into the sexy little dimples atop your buttocks and digs into your flesh sending strange shocks of pleasure radiating from each point.
His powerful hands pick up your lower leg, bending it at the knee and muscularly work your curvy, sexy calves. When you feel his mouth bite down sensually on the ball of your foot, your body jumps involuntarily and you feel your sex swell and become wet again instantly. You moan loudly as he does this and it encourages him to alternately bite, kiss and suck on each foot in turn until you are squirming a bit, your swollen sopping pussy leaving a slippery stain on the bed beneath you.
His hand leaves your leg and foot and reappears at your womanhood as it strokes your lips and spreads the abundant moisture about, over your entire vulva, clit and asshole. He was right, the intensity of the pleasure waves emanating from your sex are extremely intense and so very well worth it!
The sudden application of something rounded and very cold to your, by contrast, scalding pussy hole elicits a very loud and long moan from deep within you. “Ohhhhhhh Jesus Christ! You cry out as the popscicle (because that’s what is is) penetrates your core. The combination of ice cold and slight displacement gets you sooooo hot!
He spins and plunges the frozen treat in and out, in and out until your body begins to acclimate to it slightly and then you feel it removed and immediately replaced by something much larger in diameter and very hot by contrast as you also feel his body atop yours, muscular, horizontal and superimposed. His thick cock enters and opens you and your pussy embraces the softly ensheathed hardness so that you begin to undulate your hips slightly yet involuntarily so that your bodies begin to move together in a rhythm, forward and back, again and again so that each movement is increased in magnitude. You are moaning very regularly now as he begins to slam his penis into you, hard, deep and repeatedly, your pussy making a sucking sound on his meat, his big balls hitting your clit at each deep instroke.
Your moaning gets louder, FucK me! FucK Me! FucK ME! you scream until your body begins to quiver, overtaken by an orgasm that rips though you with force and intensity.
Your lover can feel your cunt tighten around him as it spasms again , deep within you but somehow he holds off, buries himself deeply into you and lets your cunt thrash up and down on his big, meaty hard on, running out your orgasm to its full limit and intensity. Oh God, Oh God, OHHHH GOD! as at last your most powerful orgasm yet wracks your body while your mind attains a blissful numbness. You can’t move anymore and he takes over, putting his hands over your skull and pile driving your pussy until you cry out begging him to stop.
He hovers over you for a bit, enough for your latest orgasm to run its full course, then dismounts and softly kisses your neck, torso and breasts, paying a specific visit to your belly button and placing a soft, tender kiss thereupon.
He continues to run his face softly over your trimmed yet womanly pubic hair, black and luxuriant, inhaling the fragrance of your sex. Then he goes further, with just the lightest touch of tongue to hood, lightly flicking back and forth, knowing that any direct contact would be way too painful right now…the aftereffects of your climax still emitting those tiny electric shocks.
He must however, taste you once again and he almost hesitantly and carefully uses his lips and tongue on your swollen and somewhat ravaged vulva, feeling and tasting the raw sexual qualities of your opening as he does so. He slowly and sensuously licks and kisses your ravaged hole almost as if to make it not hurt any more.
Finally, his oral fixation satisfied for the time being, you lay together, side by side. Your head nestled into his chest, your hand possessively grasping and lightly squeezing his manhood as he strokes your waist and torso with the hand beneath you and uses his free hand to warmly caress your breasts and nipples until you doze off together.
Something interrupts your light slumber and you awaken with a slight start to find your hand still wrapped around your lover’s still thickened penis. You carefully disengage from his dozing form…he looks almost like an innocent, like a little boy sleeping thereas he is, but you know better…and your still throbbing, slightly sore pussy knows it too, lover.
You go and get a drink, then return and move down so that your sensuous lips are directly over his groin then begin to satisfy YOUR particular oral fixation. This causes him to awaken with a start…then a smile…then a soft groan of pleasurable appreciation as your lips kiss his cock whilst your tongue seeks out its taste and textures. Flicking the smooth and bulging underside of his glans, now suddenly, fully and extremely hard once again, then swishing over the hole, making him moan again and shiver a bit as well.
You cup and lightly squeeze his big balls, still loose and relaxed with sleep as you take as much of his hammer into your mouth that you can, choking just a bit and feeling the tears start to well up. You feel your pussy throbbing with renewed wetness and desire but you want to take his load in your mouth in the worst way, to feel it blast into you, to coax and milk every drop from him like its Robitussin (Thanks for the metaphorical device, Chris Rock!) but this is his show and he gazes down upon your luxuriant black hair, your pretty face, looking so sexy and lusty impaled upon his pole and he says “Ride my cock, ******. Get on me and put it inside of you now” in a voice that will brook no shit nor hesitation. “Yes sir” you respond, knowing your place in this game and you almost reluctantly bid his penis a goodbye with a little farewell squeeze.
You dutifully climb astride him, rubbing his broad head over your sopping vulva, your asshole, giving you a thrill, thinking of it up inside there but…duty is duty and orders is orders as the British say so you stuff him deep inside of you, wriggling around and getting it seated with a mix of slight pain and greater pleasure as he grasps your ass cheeks and arches himself slightly for full penetrative effect.
You lean forward slightly and your lips meet in a passionate kiss…completing the circuit as it were, as your sexes writhe together in powerful prurient pleasure.
He lifts up slightly and inserts a pillow under his bum, the deeper to feel you surround him and you feel every excruciating inch of him stretching your walls and nerve endings as those inflamed sexes glide together in sensual rhythm.
His fingers dig into your ass cheeks and the thrill of slight pain causes your pussy to swell and tighten as you reach your orgasmic plateau. He can feel it too and begins to slam upwards into you as you lean backwards and scream, your orgasm overtaking you while he digs a finger deep into your back door which sucks upon it as you cum…and gush…and cum some more.
You keep riding and riding…and cumming and cumming until with a sound of animal fury he cries out “I’m gonna cum!” Deep and guttural in his chest. You immediately jump off of him …you will not be denied, and you put your lips around him, furiously pumping his shaft with your hand as you feel his cock expand within your mouth, the crimson head swelling hugely as he pumps stream after stream of his essence into you while you milk him to completion, your hand working to ensure that you receive every last drop of his cum into your mouth and ultimately, down your throat. You watch his eyes almost close in ecstasy and his body shudder with the intensity of it as he moans in abject pleasure. Finally, as you look up into his eyes, you give one final squeeze and lick that last bit from him, savoring its feel and flavor on your tongue.
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She Was His Favorite
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Posted:Mar 25, 2015 10:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2015 3:28 am
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She was his favorite. But it was time.
It was time to cut her loose, it was time to let her go.
With his years of experience there comes a point where you just know, when the pluses are outweighed by the minuses but it's not even that, it's when the signs are unmistakable, unavoidable.
This wasn't his first rodeo. How many had there been? Certainly less than twenty.
But this one stung. Like when you're a and the doctor says "this'll sting a little bit", and it hurts like a motherfucker.
She was his favorite.
It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to the harsh realities of how life is, he'd seen people die, friends, loved ones, strangers. He'd taken a few out himself when requirements dictated, but perhaps because he was getting on in years and was closer to his own end he was a bit more emotional now. Coming face to face with one's own mortality tends to change perspective that way.
She was his favorite so he had done everything reasonable when he started noticing her restricted mobility, walks to build strength, pain meds, weekly visits to the Chiropractor but even so, nature and time are relentless so when her appetite left her, he knew.
As he cinched up his old lifting belt one last time, the one with the meticulously hand-engraved, perfect rendering of the bevo totenkopf (how appropriate in this case), he gathered her and hoisted her weight, still north of an hundred pounds, (over seven stone for you limey folks...no offense, but what the fuck is a stone and why is it fourteen pounds?) Into the vehicle and tried to make like it was a normal trip to the Chiro. The air had that clean smell that it does when its rained after a long dry spell but he still felt dirty.
He'd called ahead to make sure that everything was layed on for the festivities and tried to keep from thinking about it, cranked some Purple...Lazy, and Acca Dacca...It's A Long Way, but thoughts, memories intruded nonetheless. She was over fourteen, nearly fifteen after all, and for a big beautiful bitch like that, well...she sure didn't get ripped off like his dad. Thanks, Vietnam, thanks Monsanto Corporation, thanks Dow Chemical.
Well, she knows somethings up because this ain't the chiropractor but he's given her a doggie downer so it's chill and in they go. Her caregiver's been taking care of her since her first shots and he weighs her and makes sure that there's a surfeit of the blue juice so there's no chance of any needless suffering.
The guy does what he always does, he cradles her beautiful white head in his arms and kisses her, telling her he loves her and that he hopes to see her again...and soon, then...it's done, quick, easy, her circulatory system was still good.
So he bags her and tags her and putting the surprisingly small yet dense package onto a sheet he gathers her up and shoulders his burden like some sad, somnolent, sobbing Santa Claus he lays her in the back and takes the long drive to the county line. Plenty of time to think, to remember...he and the ex birthing her and her brothers, and a sister who didn't make it, and how the ex had screamed in surprise when this one had come...so white, so pure, when the others had all been fawn, how she was always the sweetest, how she loved to bite at the strongest streams from the hose. All the cute mannerisms which...
She was his favorite.
And when he dropped her off he'd pick up her dad who'd been languishing on a shelf for over a year now...he'd make a special trip for her.
She was his favorite.[/COLOR]
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Chestnut Mare
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Posted:Mar 18, 2015 11:52 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2015 1:56 am
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He awakened. He awakened and the first vision which greeted his eyes, gritty with oak pollen, was the tangled mass of her reddish mane, those beautifully entwined curls spread out in rills about her pretty face. That visage, that oh so perfect, peaches and cream complexion offset by her naturally red lips, lips made more so by the previous nights' pounding by his penis, thick, big and hard. A welcomed intrusion , to be sure but a physical onslaught nonetheless, he had face fucked her and taken his pleasure so vehemently.
She had whimpered and whined as the drool had come, the mascara had run and she had received her final reward of the evening yet here she lay, peaceful and serene as he leaned close and inhaled the fragrance of her titian hair, the womanly musk of her sleep-matured spent passion, and the essence stirred him.
The covers had been kicked off by her during the night and convenience allowed him to gaze down upon her body. Again, peaches and cream, dark red protruberant Nipples which just screamed out to be sucked, squeezed, pinched, pulled and tortured in turn, her sensuous stomach and cute navel, then down further to that sexy mound of darker red hiding those somewhat large, beautiful pink lips that he loved to wrap around his thick cock when he fucked her clit.
They were hidden beneath her sheer, partially see-thru goldish beige panties and as she lay on her back, her legs apart, he felt the urge to scent her as Canis Lupis is want to do when in predator mode. He got between her legs and that's exactly what he did, again inhaling, deeply and audibly of her scent. It stirred his loins so that his morning erection throbbed with painful desire.
He softly kissed her vulva, her clit, faintly visible behind the cloth and she moaned softly in her sleep. He kissed her inner thighs and trailed down to flick his tongue against the back of her knee causing an involuntary shiver to run up her body. He slowly kissed his way back toward the juncture of her legs to witness the wetness and to see that her pretty petals had become more swollen in their unconscious excitement so he...
She stirred, slowly becoming sentient and the first thing that she felt was the brushing of his soft lips upon her own, restrained though they were by her undergarment but she felt him nonetheless. A moan escaped her and then a husky "Good morning" which he failed to acknowledge. "Mmmmmmm, oh God!" she uttered as his mouth continued to do it's work, sucking on her lips then the tongue, oh my! that tongue! flicking her button back and forth and swirling around it so that all she could feel was the intensity of it as the neurons at the small of her back exploded and radiated outward like the ever widening ripples from a cast stone into the center of an endless pond.
She started to sit up as she said "Fuck me with that big dick" but he pushed her back forcefully with a loud "Shhhhht" just like the Whisperer...The Pussy Whisperer. and he moved the fabric aside to free her sexy cunt from confinement. He sucked first one lip, then the other, then both into his mouth and she gave out a groan of pleasure as she felt him stretching them forth. Then with his hand still about her throat, controlling but not choking, he ran his tongue deep into her cleft and she could feel herself, already wet and swollen, grasping at it with her hot hole. God she loved the way he ate her pussy, the predatory and possessive way in which he devoured it, devoured her until she was left sorely spent and sated of her immediate need.
It appeared that today would start no differently.
He drilled his tongue into her, spearing again and again as she felt his upper lip move over her clit and then, the delicious pressure of his other hand was around her ass cheek, painfully digging into it, holding her, she felt like a piece of meat on a rotisserie in a way, held as she was, almost immobile between the hand around her throat, the other, grasping her ass and his face, as deeply buried in her as it could be.
She moaned in that sexy, deep, Jennifer Tilly morning voice as her legs started to shake and she felt the obliteration begin to overtake her body, mind, and soul as wave after wave of her pleasure wracked her, and that release of endorphins, the shuddering, the graying out of consciousness consumed her...
He took his pleasure in hers and as he watched her cum...felt her cum, his grip tightened slightly around her throat and with commensurate dispatch, loosened from its vice-like control of her beautiful bum. He saw her eyes roll back in her head, just like Captain Quint's description of a shark's eyes before sinking it's teeth into prey, and knowing her as he did, he inserted two thick fingers forcefully within her.
He was going to have his way with her this morning and as he slid so very easily into her, the viscous lubrication being so abundant, he immediately found her spot and pressured it in the way she needed, meanwhile starting to choke her a bit...
She was dimly aware of the restriction at her throat, and the slight fear that it engendered coupled with the manipulation of her g-spot caused a strangled scream of emancipation and a slight twinge of embarrassment as she soaked the sheets with her powerful release. She could hear him say, as if through a long, gauze-filled tunnel "There's my good little fuckdoll, you little cumslut, my sexy, sweet cunt ", but she was way gone by then as squirt after squirt left her. She was able to feebly shake her head from side to side as he withdrew from her and slapped his palm against her little knot eliciting even more liquid to gush forth.
He let loose the death grip from her neck and slid himself up and into her. She gasped but he gave her no time to adjust as he fucked himself into her body, deep powerful and with steady repetition, not even giving her a chance to come out of the throes of her orgasm. His hands slid over and about her shoulders and his mouth went to her neck, biting her there powerfully as his rapidly rocketing rigidity, swollen and veiny, spread her depths and gave her that perfect stretch that caused a grabbing in the pit of her stomach.
Bam! Bam! Bam! His body slammed hers, the sweat coating them both until her groaning scream and the rapid rhythmic clutching of her pussy told him she was cumming again. No mercy, he pulled out, right before spewing deep within her and heaved her upside down, shoved his thumb deep into her cunt, a finger into her bum and wrapped that perfect red mane about his thick, muscular wrist and forearm.
He pulled firmly at the base of it, and she felt the pressure, the glorious pressure of that, of the individual strands ceding their pain to the collective and the slight strain on her neck as he continued to work his hand into her convulsive pussy. His hand withdrew and he momentarily bent forward to bury his face into her salty sweetness. As he did so he growled. "Spread 'em ", and she immediately and submissively obliged him. God knew what hesitation could engender, and after he coated his face with her, without loosening the hold on her reins, he reinserted his full length yet again riding her hard.
HARD!, and his grip tightened around her hair, forcing her around so that she was staring into his eyes, his expression one of snarling fecund feral ferocity and she could feel the rampant, animal movement of his penis inside of her when he was in the zone, a feeling like a dolphin rapidly leaping through the waves, smooth and arcing, hitting her everywhere all at once and she came again, hearing him growl and fill her cunt with his seed, the increased slippery feel and pressure extending her orgasm and in turn maximizing his.
He finally eased the pounding and placing his forearm against the back of her neck, pushing her head into the pillows, meanwhile, cracking the cheek of her ass so strongly with his free hand that it jiggled and instantly became white, then reddened with the imprint. He leaned into her ear and in an animal whisper said "Thanks Cunt. What would you like me to fix you for breakfast baby? "
said "Thanks Cunt"..."What would you like me to fix you for breakfast baby?"
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The Admin
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Posted:Feb 11, 2015 3:56 pm
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The Administrative Assistant
It was a Tuesday and I was in the midst of a project. There I was, putting together a package for a and had a Friday deadline. My head was pounding and I was wading through paperwork. Checking figures and making sure that everything was in order. I sat at my desk, rubbing my temples and looking down at the small marina over by the bay. I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten as the rays of the sun slanted acutely toward me, suffusing everything with a deep yellowish glow.
I nearly jumped when Decorsey (dacourse-e), my administrative coordinator placed her smooth hands and well-manicured fingers over my delts and began kneading my shoulders. She leaned forward, her naturally blonde hair, dyed raven black, falling forward, and as it brushed over my neck it brought forth a slight shiver of excitement. Her large, round yet firm breasts, which I had no choice but to take note of every time she wore something low-cut, pressed against my upper back. She purred in a low and slightly husky voice, “You seem tense Sir. Is there anything I can do to help?”
I had always considered her very attractive, beautiful even, and something about her told me that she was a bit of a freak. Perhaps it was the hint of a Gothic look, the occasional black fingernail and/or toenail polish, the way she called me Sir with just a slight inflection, or the contrast between her creamy white complexion and that purposely black hair set off by those blue eyes an oh, so devastating combination from my perspective.
Decorsey was curvy and delicious but I always kept our interactions professional, for business reasons, yet friendly with a hint of playfulness. I never felt that she had any physical interest in me seeing that there was over a decade’s difference in our ages and I don’t consider myself to be that hot looking although I do work out and am fairly muscular.
The way she kneaded my shoulders seemed to remove any doubt of her desire as she felt my muscles swell and ripple a bit under her caress. She continued to talk to me in those dulcet tones, “I mean anything.” I reluctantly turned my chair to face her, not wanting the feeling of her soft, sexy hands to end but I looked into her smoky grey-blue eyes and asked “Do you realize the full implications of your question, Decoursey?” She slowly nodded her head, her eyes slightly wide, a solemn and perhaps even slightly frightened expression on her pretty face.
Yes Sir, I do. I’ve noticed a bit of tension in you lately, and I’m sorry but I overheard you talking to a friend last week telling him that your last lover had moved out of State and you were getting a bit horny. My pussy got wet when I heard that and I had to shift around in my seat for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t wait to get home so that I could bring myself off that evening.
“I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock since I first started working here” she said, and continued, “and my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago, the cheating prick, and I haven’t been laid since”.
“Well,” I thought “it would be a terrible thing to suppress the intensity of my desire for her…and her obvious desire for me even with the potential complications that the onset of this experience might entail”. “Sir,” she continued, as if reading my mind, “If you would be willing to take care of me, just this once, I promise that you needn’t feel obligated to do so again...unless you want to”.
I stood up and held her head in my hands, my thumbs brushing her ears as those silky raven locks fell about them. I grasped her head and pulled her slightly back so that those cerulean eyes, shining with depth and intensity stared into mine and my lips found hers, soft, warm and yielding. I sucked upon them, softly and with matching intensity as we continued to gaze at each other and both of us shivered from the passion of it. I felt her tongue softly probe for mine and obligingly, I slashed mine against hers, tenderly mimicking what I wanted to do to her button if given the opportunity.
My hands found and wrapped themselves through the tendrils of her hair and I grasped it, firm and strong as we continued to kiss while she began to sensuously grind her lower body against me. I parted my lips from hers with a reluctant necessity as I tenderly kissed her throat and with my left hand still intertwined in and tugging upon her now-tangled tresses my free hand ran slowly down the beautiful curves of her body only to come to rest on her hip, feeling the heat and sexuality which seemed to radiate from her.
Our kissing continued and I felt almost as if I were becoming lost within it, as if the hunger were consuming me when she bit my lower lip…hard, and I involuntarily cracked her on the ass with my right hand, equally hard, causing a moan and shiver to run through her. “Don’t do that” I said, “or I will put you over my knee and tan your hide!” She purposefully and with a look of almost playful defiance bit my lower lip again, not as hard this time, but with the clear indication that she wanted to play.
I obliged her, spinning her around and pushing her over my desk, her round, sexy ass exposed under her thin, woolen skirt and with my left hand holding her immobile against the cold glass covering my desk, I began to work her over with my right hand, callused and hard from years of pumping iron. Gloves are for women and pussies was always my motto and the toughened skin on the palm of my hand allowed me to give her what fer. She gasped a bit and cried out a time or two but she took it and liked it, I could tell by the way she shifted her ass around as if seeking out the pain.
I paused, in between blistering strokes and rubbed her buttocks to sooth the sting and could feel the heat rising from both her ass and from her sweetly tumescent cunny and I have to admit that I got turned on by it. Turned on and a little pissed off that she had manipulated me in this way therefore I really decided to give it to her so I lifted up her skirt, exposing the fact that she had neglected to wear panties and began to really berate her rear end like she was a red-headed stepchild until my hand stung, pissing me off even more. She was sobbing now and I paused to rub the sting out of both her beautiful buttocks and my hand when I accidentally brushed the rear of her inflamed lips.
She moaned in her heat and desire and pressed back against my hand. She was very wet, and the silky, swollen sopping feel of her against my fingers was exquisite. My manhood was throbbing itself to maximum engorgement and my hunger for her was raging. I bent down to soothe her with soft kisses and then bury my face into her from behind. “Ohhhhhhh” she moaned and I was soon lost in the pleasure of giving her pleasure. My tongue trilled against her clit and the little metal barbell I found emplaced above it, playfully twisting it a bit as I did so. I can’t say how many times she came but whenever she did, as I lightly flicked her clit back and forth, around and around with my finger, her pussy gripped and sucked at my tongue, making me want to get it further into her in order to feel as much of her verdant, velvet vice as possible on me.
After at least twenty minutes of the most intense oral pleasure she finally begged me “Stop, please stop Sir, so that I can taste you” and I chose to comply with what, at the time, seemed like a totally reasonable request (It still does, as a matter of fact). She knelt before me, her make-up mussed a bit from the tears of pain and then pleasure and then unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and in one smooth and practiced move, exposed my thick, throbbing tumescence.
She eyed me as a lioness evaluates a herd of antelope on the savannah and then with abandon, she swallowed my rod, swirling her tongue momentarily around my helmet as she forced as much of my cock as possible down her throat. My hands cradled the back of her head as she sucked hungrily upon me, my knob buried in the back of her , and she worked her head on my very swollen cock until I almost felt that I was going to spurt a massive load down her throat. How I was able to keep from giving her every bit of my juice I have no clue but I must have really wanted to feel that beautiful pussy surrounding my thick shaft
I pulled her head reluctantly off of me and could hear the suction release as we separated. She looked up at me and gave a little moan of frustration but I said “lay on the desk, Decoursey” and she complied. I grasped her ankles, her skirt hiked up around her waist and smacked the head of my cock against her swollen cunt again and again, the wet sounds of impact resonating throughout my office and making both of us oh, so hot. Then I slid into her, just the tip of the head, feeling her heat and wetness, savoring the intense rush of anticipation and desire.
I left it there, at her swollen entrance for a count of three, five, seven, before I moved forward slightly and let her engulf my entire helmet, coating me with the manifestation of her lust. For a time we just rocked slowly back and forth together until she looked me in the eyes and said “Fuck me Sir, I need you to fill me with that thick cock” and that is exactly what I did, slowly at first, the better for her to experience the gradual spreading of her tunnel by my shaft. Working it into her bit by bit, in a fraction, then back out until in time, I was fucking her with my whole shaft, banging into her in an increasing frenzy of passion and desire.
Her head was rolling from side to side as she gasped out in her own agony of ardor and affectivity. I could feel her start to tighten up as she approached orgasm and I released one ankle and began to rotate her clit as she screamed out and came on my jackhammering cock. It felt like she was trying to squeeze me out as she convulsed and I could see those pretty blue eyes rolling back into her head as she was gone from me for a while. Damn, she wailed like an Irish banshee as she was cumming and the sound, feeling and intensity of it made me want to cum too but I knew that she really wanted to taste me so I just let her ride the waves of her orgasm to their natural conclusion.
After we had ridden out those convolutions of pleasure and subsequent aftershocks of her desire, I said “Decoursey, get up”. She rose, unsteadily to her feet and leaning upon me for support She looked at me with the joy of satisfaction that the release of endorphins creates. She looked down at my throbbing cock, shiny and coated with her juices as it pulsated in the diminishing light, and reached down to grasp it, pumping it up and down with a possessive quality.
“Mmmmmmm” I said, “I want you to sit in my chair and bring me off with your mouth”. “Okay, Sir” she answered and did just that, leaning forward to take me again into her hot, wet mouth, to swirl her tongue over the helmet, underneath to the most sensitive area as her fist stimulated me and I got closer to my own orgasm. She twisted and pumped her hand along the length of my cock all the while as her mouth made small sucking sounds, greedy and hungry for my juice, her teary eyes looking up at me as she worked.
Finally, I could not resist the intense sensation she was giving me and I groaned out “Oh baby, you’re gonna make me cum” which caused her to redouble her efforts on my rod. It felt like I was going to erupt like a volcano as that feeling of inevitability took over and I felt my cock swell even more within her mouth, my muscles tensed and I could feel shot after shot of seeringly sweet, sticky seed shoot into her while she sucked for all she was worth in order to contain and capture it all.
She kept it up until well after my last spasm of orgasmic pleasure ended and as I stayed hard, she looked up at me and said “Mmmmmmmm, you taste sooooo good. Will you please fuck me again, Sir”. I lifted her up and bent her over my desk as I had when I gave her such a beating but this time, my attack was much more localized and pleasurable in its goal. I entered her again, my cock still pretty hard considering the orgasm I had just experienced.
Grabbing her by those beautiful hips, just at the juncture where they flare out at the commencement of her ass and her waist, I again gave her what fer, pounding deeply into her, hearing the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh, No other sound quite like it nor quite so erotic and looking down upon her, that creamy white sexxxy ass, I let off a crack with my right hand just to let her know that I knew what she liked…and what she wanted…and just how to give it to her. I was going to pound her into submission all right. Pleasurable, prurient, satisfying submission.
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A real hero
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Posted:Jan 20, 2015 5:31 pm
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An honor was bestowed upon me yesterday...
I had the honor of shaking the hand of a Marine Raider this afternoon. I was going in to pay my cellular phone bill when I saw a vehicle parked in front of the door. There was a bumper sticker on it proclaiming the owner to be a Marine Raider and below that, another one that said "Corpsmen...the best part of the Corps". He also had small USMC emblems emplaced on various spots on the car.
I felt compelled to knock on his window. He rolled it down and I shook his hand thanking him for his sacrifice and for his heroism. Think about it. The Raiders were formed in early 1942 to fulfill a role similar to the British Commandos enacting behind-the-lines missions of recon and destruction on Japanese held Islands. To be captured was to be killed. When nine Marines were mistakenly left behind during the Makin Raid the Japanese Admiral in command subsequently had them beheaded. He was hanged for his crimes after the war.
The Raiders were disbanded in very early 1944, when the First Raider Battalion were incorporated into the reconstituted 4th Marines (4th Marine Regiment) and ultimately formed a component of the 6th Marine Division. Other units went on to become members of the 5th Marine Division. In the most iconic photograph of the war, three of the six flag raisers on Iwo Jima were former Raiders.
They only amounted to a maximum of 4 battalions of about 1000 men each One unit, Edson's Raiders, essentially single-handedly saved Henderson Field from being overrun during the campaign for Guadalcanal. One of the President's sons served as a battalion executive officer(second in command). They were an elite within an elite and were high-speed bad boys before the term even existed.
even if he was only 16 or 17 when he enlisted (and I had a friend who enlisted in the Corps at 15 with his dad, a WW1 Marine at the outset of WWII. ) that would make him at least 87 years old today and probably at least 90. His grip was still firm and he was driving his own vehicle. There can only be a handful of these guys left. God bless him and our veterans of every war!
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Italian Gravy
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Posted:Jan 12, 2015 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2015 1:10 pm
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I wrote this in a nice Algerian font which is not available here. I have removed my friends responses and direct comments during the IM portion of this as she has requested but you can get a feel for the dynamic. She enjoyed what I was writing for her extemporaneously.
Italian Gravy
i HAD BEEN TALKING WITH MY FRIEND ON THE CHAT LINE AND WE HAD DISCUSSED ME WRITING SOMETHING FOR HER. I HAVE HER PERMISSION TO USE MY PART OF THE CHAT BUT IN DEFERENCE TO HER, I HAVE REMOVED ALL OF HER RESPONSES.
• Me: Yes, XXXXXX. I was going to do this in the form of an email however IM is cool too. What I was going to say was that I just finished at the gym, a little busted up but nothing major and I feel that it's too late to eat so after taking care of the beasts I am now stretched out upon the bed...nekkid, and ready to write. I hope that you don't mind if I indulge myself with a little food porn before I get into some more erotic material.
• Me: One never knows. You may just want to get to the nitty gritty ASAP.
• She responded that she didn’t wish to rush me.
• Me: So, the way I envision it, you and your lover have spent a very nice Sunday attending bible school, er, I mean going to a local art museum in St. Pete. It could be the Dali, Chahuly or the Museum of fine art. After arriving back at your place, the two of you briefly kiss once inside and then head to the kitchen to prepare dinner. It's going to be Italian gravy and noodles (Spaghetti to all of us non-paisanos)
• Me: So, as you both break out the materials...a large pot, two large saucepans, implements and groceries, your man starts by pouring a generous amount of aromatic, extra virgin olive oil (the only virgin thing in the place, by the way) into the bottom of the large pot, adds several cloves worth of garlic and after dicing them, two very large and sweet onions to let them sweat.
• Me: You, meanwhile are mixing the ingredients for the meatballs, Italian bread crumbs, a couple of eggs and the ground meat. Your hands making a smacking sound that reminds you of the last time you were masturbating him to a shattering orgasm.
• She responds that she likes this
• Me: It stirs you slightly and you feel your pussy lips fill just a bit and your clit give a little twitch.
• She enjoys touching as do I
• Me: Me too, XXXXX. It's so sensuous and fulfilling.
• Me: So, as the onion garlic infusion sweats and starts to clarify, he cuts up the roma and plum tomatoes, opens a large can of Contadina tomato paste, a large can of crushed tomatoes or two and cleans two packages of sliced baby bella's and two packages of medium button mushrooms, a can of jumbo, pitted black olives and pulls out some queen stuffed olives from the fridge. You have rolled the meatballs and lightly brown them in a pan with olive oil and minced garlic.
• Me: In another pan, he browns a package of sweet Italian sausage again using the minced garlic and as the sweating is finishing up, he throws in a handful of the minced garlic into the pot for good measure.
• Me: I don't cook much for myself but I am known to be quite competent when needed.
• Me: I'd like to hear that, XXXXXX.
• Me: He adds a package of ground beef, another of ground sausage and a handful of fennel seeds to the oil and after they are browned, throws in all of the tomato based products plus some Italian herbs for good measure. The fennel seeds will neutralize the acid of the tomatoes and is more natural than baking soda. and yes, it's a blast to cook with someone...not true. I worked in a kitchen at one point during college and if everyone has assigned tasks it's not a problem. Plus some people can naturally work together in harmony.
• She appreciates my knowledge and detail.
• Me: As you work, he brushes up against you occasionally, running his hands softly up your slim, supple yet firm thighs, You back against him, feeling his manhood, full yet not erect against your buttocks and you take the time to kiss deeply yet not in an animalistic way...yet. You do feel a hunger...for each other. But nonetheless, the pot is about half full now and by adding the rest of the meat (I'd like to add some meat, allright!) the olives and mushrooms plus a generous helping of rich, red wine (port or burgundy perhaps) as well as a bit of drier red wine, the pot is
• Me: now almost full and you turn the heat (on the stove, that is) down to simmer.
• Me: You both turn to each other and he looks at you with a smoldering desire to take you. You are equally ready to enfold yourself into his arms and he bends slightly to feel your lips upon his. So hot, so moist and succulent.
• Me: A slight moan escapes you as he softly sucks upon your bottom lip, just like he does your clit when you are deep into your climax and you feel his strong hands cup the cheeks of your ass, nearly covering them as he pulls you close and you softly grind into each other.
• She expresses to me that it is very good.
• Me: Thank you, XXXXXX. It's what I do...Write, that is, for a living.
• Me: As he slowly turns about, still kissing you, he lifts your ass up on the counter and with one smooth motion, he pulls your shorts down over your long, lovely legs and exposes your sexxxy bum to the cool granite of the countertop.
• Me: Ok, I'll put this into email form perhaps and expound upon it later. XOXO.
So, he pulls your shorts from you, you're not wearing any underwear you naughty, naughty girl and proceeds to cup your ass, bringing it to the edge of the counter so that, with your legs over his shoulders, he can give you oral pleasure, the same way he was sucking upon your lower lip, now he sucks your MUCH lower lips, softly savoring their taste and texture, feeling the rush of wetness, savoring it's salty sweetness and enjoying both your moaning and the involuntary undulating of your hips as he begins to work your sex in the way which really gets you hot and bothered and ready to be taken.
His lips reluctantly pull away from your loveliness and he instead, uses his tongue to investigate every part of you down there, feeling along the side of your hood, sweeping over the top of it where it joins your body and then down to explore your wet, wanton opening, which quivers slightly as he enters it. You moan louder now and grab the back of his head softly in an effort to force more of his protruding tongue within the confines of your hot, horny hole. You want him to fuck you with that tongue, to plunge it into you again and again, deeper and faster each time, poping it out along the bottom rim with each withdrawal and applying a pressure to it that tugs slightly upon your clit.
His hands are working your ass, their palms kneading and lightly pressuring it which intensifies the slight tugging on your clit. You groan deep in your throat and then emit a soft cry of ecstasy as he slips two fingers into you and slashes across your swollen button with his tongue. Your ass bucks against his remaining hand which controls and steadies you, your legs and feet thrashing against his back as you cummmmm, long, drawn out and powerfully.
His mouth begins to softly suckle upon your cute, sexy clit as the powerful orgasmic contractions wrack your body with pleasure and his oral exhortations only work to intensify and lengthen your waves and waves of almost unbearable pleasure as
your ass dances up and down upon his hand and the countertop. Your hair, wet with perspiration now, hangs into your face partially obscuring the wildly sensual look in your eyes, those magnificent cheekbones, luscious pouty lips, now part way open with lust.
As you slowly return to consciousness, your movements slow, and so do his, he pauses for a moment to let you regain your breath and senses, stands up, adds some bay leaves and oregano to the pot and then he returns to you, grasps you about the waist and places you atop his fiercely erect cock so that as you lock your legs around his waist, the head enters your cunt, spreading it and causing you to gasp as his hands cup your ass and draw you closer to him, giving his dick full penetration into your hot core.
You thrash around upon his oh so aroused member, feeling every bit of him as his thick head butts against your cervix just as his balls crash into your asshole with each powerful down stroke of you onto his unit. You cry out "Fuck me, fuck me fuck me baby, Like that, oh just like that!" as he seems to fill every part of you with his manhood. Your lusty cries of pleasure urge your lover to fuck you even harder and he somehow manages to maintain his balance as he uses weight and leverage to smash your bodies together with speed and intensity.
He can feel your hot, sloppy-wet pussy begin to contract as another orgasm approaches, seeming to want to suck the cum from his thick dick and it takes all of his willpower and stamina to keep from spewing his hot, molten semen into your very depths at that moment. Your legs begin to shudder and your voice to take on an animal quality as you start to scream out "oh god, Oh God OH GOD! I'm cumming" and you do so, soaking yourself, him and the kitchen floor in the process with your squirt...TBC
As you cum, your legs, slim and sexy are shaking as they remain wrapped around your lover's torso. Your clit is throbbing and sending out nerve impulses throughout your fit, sexy body as it grinds against his pubic bone. You bury your face into his chest as your screams of pleasure become louder and less intelligible until they almost turn into sobs as you can't stop cumming on the thick, powerful penis buried within your body, stretching your core.
Finally, your orgasms begin to abate after you've lost count of how many there were and he gently carries you into the adjacent office, setting you down upon the cool leather of a sofa. Your sexy blonde hair is disheveled giving you that perfect "just fucked" look as you shake your head from side to side trying to recapture a sense of where you are.
He sits down beside you and you move your legs over his thighs. He begins to softly massage your thighs, your calves, your feet, working any remaining tension from them and he can see your swollen flower looking so intoxicatingly enticing, so pretty and ready for additional sexual abuse. His penis is still as hard a Chinese arithmetic and you look down to see it throbbing, empurpled and still slippery with your juices, and you want to feel that swollen head and shaft inside of your body once again, you wanton slut. You need to feel it, to experience that stretch and the combination of delicious friction and smooth movement that engages the internal nerve receptors which are specifically designed for that pleasure.
"Fuck me baby, please take me again" you keen in a soft, almost pleading voice as your lover smiles passionately, looking into your lustful deep blue eyes with a dark, smoky and lustful intensity in his own. Instead, he grasps your legs by the ankles and emplaces them upon the floor, moving himself next to you and hungrily kissing, sucking and slightly probing your sensuous lips with his own and with his tongue. Not penetrating deeply but softly probing as he sucks upon them.
Your hand wraps itself around his shaft, feeling the steel underneath as you stroke its length. Feeling it as a living thing under your hand, throbbing with life as it were. He caresses your left breast with his hand, stroking the pretty pink nipple to full erection and inclines his head to flick it back and forth repeatedly with his tongue before capturing it lightly between his front teeth and resuming a lite and rapid flicking motion which elicits a soft, sensual moan of pleasure from you. He sucks upon it now, causing a rush of sensation...and moisture to suffuse you and you pant in your heat and desire "I need you inside of me...Please fuck me now!".
He has no choice but to comply with your urgent request. To do otherwise would be neither gentlemanly nor fair and to be honest about it, his desire is at least equal to your own. He wants to feel your slippery, swollen, hot and grippy walls surrounding, pumping and milking his organ once again. He wants you in the very best way. In a primal and animalistic way. He wants to pound you and pound you, feeling himself fully inside of your hot body so he stands in front of you, his penis bobbing before your face, pulls you to your feet and picks you up, carrying you into the bedroom and laying you atop the large bed there.
He takes the time to put a pillow under your sexy ass and then says "open your self for me, Nikki, I want to see your pussy gape open before I put my swollen head into you" You comply with a feeling of wanton hunger mixed with a bit of embarrassment, just a tiny bit of self consciousness which at the same time, makes you all the more horny for its licentiousness and he loves you for it.
He places his swollen head at your entrance, and softly smacks it against your wet opening more than covering its entire diameter. As he rubs the glans softly over and around it, he spreads the wet evidence of your desire over your sex and than smacks his head against your clit, softly and rapidly, making a audible sound of impact and sending a delightful stinging sensation coursing out from it and through your body.
Your legs spread apart on their own, and he sinks that head into you, causing a soft, and long moan of pleasure to be uttered by you as it hits your channel, right where you want it to be, stretching and stimulating the nerve endings at your entrance. Inducing a hunger to possess more of it even as it slowly moves forward, incrementally, and then back as you feel the ridge at the back stretch your hole even more as it engages them yet again.
Your lover eases forward once again and makes a bit more um...headway, as it were so that you feel it a bit further inside of you, the angle provided by the pillow letting you experience a bit more pressure than normally felt along the anterior wall of your cunt until you feel the pressure of that firm ridge as it engages the bundle of nerve-laden tissue which comprises your g spot.
It feels so delicious, the pressure, the fine movements, the feeling of fullness that you begin to cum right then and there, your head moving from side to side as the orgasm overtakes you. "oh God, Oh God Oh God, FucK me like that, fucK me like that, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop" the last, an almost plaintive cry, but your love has no plans of stopping or of cumming even though your words, your voice, your pleasure make him start to slam into you with abandon, filling your entirety with his own.
His full strokes bring you pleasure again and again as he long-strokes your wet hole until the combination of fullness and pressure upon your g spot when his glans keeps gliding by, causes you to start gushing.He moves his thumb downward and without slowing those delicious strokes, he uses it to rapidly rotate your button and you scream out in obliteratingly powerful release once again.
You feel his hard pubic bone smash sharply into your sex each time his cock fully enters you, and his balls, large and smoothly shaven, smack your bottom entrance as well, the wet sucking sound of your two bodies adding to the erotic, decadent, sensual arousal each of you are experiencing. He pauses as you fully surround him, and softly grinds himself into your deepest recesses, pausing momentarily to rest it fully inside you, flexing his kegel muscles so that you can swear that you can feel his tightly swollen organ pulsate within you, his head swelling even bigger while you thrash about underneath his large, muscular torso and lock your legs around his lower back to better feel that almost painfully pleasurable penetration. The electrifying clench of your stomach as his penis is at depth.
Finally, you have had enough, almost too much and you weakly press him away from you. He slowly disengages from you and kisses you softly atop your wet forehead with it's damp hair sticking to it. He gets up to check on the gravy and walks out of the room, his still fully inflamed hard-on bouncing in a way that makes you giggle just a little. After a couple of minutes, he returns and lays down next to you. You roll over to be next to him, grasping his thickly erect penis as you do so and pump it with your hand just a bit, you feel it swell under your caress. You look down to see the head change from deep crimson to almost purple as you squeeze and release, squeeze and release until you can't bear it anymore and clamber atop him to shove it deep into your hungry heated hole.
You again feel that delicious grab in the pit of your stomach as his big head enters you, that feeling of nothing other than engagement when your nerve endings encounter just the right combination of slippery friction and pressure to make them sing.
As you slowly begin to rotate your hips, he assists by thrusting upward into you, again rubbing that clit with his pubis giving you a combination of stimulation which makes you into the wanton slut that you ache to be. He is fully inside you now and your head shakes wildly back and forth, your fine, blonde hair cascading back and forth as he reaches up to squeeze your breasts between his muscular yet dexterous hands, pinching your nipples as he does so and driving you into a frenzy of lust.
You can feel his thickness deep inside of you now and you cry out yet again in your pleasure as he continues to buck himself up into you ...XXXXX, I am going to fall asleep now...commuting to Ft. Myers today and all weekend and I am beat, but be assured, I intend to write some more for you at the earliest opportunity. Kisses, and numerous well placed licks, XOXO,
Michael P.
So, XXXXX. I trust that you are having fun at the party...I can only hope for your sake that it is one in which you are the center of sensuous attention. Back to our little story though:
He continues to thrust up into your cute cunt, his hammer head hitting you just right...kissing your cervix in sharp refrain every time you drop down upon his hips and he thrusts into you. Now, you want to feel him power fuck you again so you climb off his torso, his full erection making a wet plopping sound as your sexes separate and it slaps against his belly. You roll onto your back and grab your ankles, holding your legs wide apart and toward your chest and with an almost glaring expression you say "Fuck me, hard and deep. Fuck me until we cum together and you fill my hot cunt with your baby juice. I want to feel every spurt of it all the way inside of me."
You know that you have him now...his full attention as well as his full erection. He places his deep red, swollen sword at your gaping entrance and slides the smooth bulging underside along your slit, skimming by your clit from head to base before he backs up and then slowly yet deliberately sinks it to the hilt into your hungry pussy hole, now deep red itself from a combination of excitement and abuse. In it goes, feeling like it's taking forever to hit bottom yet hit bottom it does and again, you feel that head, hard yet pliable at the same time as it seems to slightly displace the entrance to your womb, to shift it with a delicious almost painful sensation. He puts his own hands at the crook behind your knees and begins to slam you with total abandon. Stroke after full stroke, pumping you full of his cock again and again and again until you feel the all-too familiar tightening of your channel as you approach orgasm. He feels you tighten up on his shaft, than begin the mad and rapid grip and release that he knows heralds your climax. You moan "oh God, Oh God, OH GOD" once again and this time, for him there's no holding back so that with his own primal groan, you feel the base of his cock begin to vibrate at your opening, his movements become even more powerful and deep, the head and shaft seem to expand inside of you and he shoots his huge, slippery and viscous seed up against your cervix, your legs shaking, toes curling in the intensity of your orgasm as he continues to fuck you until well after his own orgasm has fully run its course… sweet dreams XXXXXX.
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Lust Upon First Bite
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Posted:Jan 6, 2015 5:17 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2015 5:25 am
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I wrote this for my Tampa lover at her request. She wanted me to share my thoughts about our first intimate encounter and so I started this in the third person narrative perspective. After not seeing anything from my pen in a couple of days she texted me about it. Coincidentally, I had just finished about the first page of it and sent it to her. She asked me for first person perspective but after reading what I had written, she was happy with both content and perspective. I believe that it gave me the distance and objectivity to complete it without being self-conscious.
Lust Upon First Bite:
They had texted and talked extensively so she felt that she knew enough about him that she wanted to know a bit more. There was no necessity in her mind of any further preamble…she wanted sex and felt that he might fill the bill although he was a bit far from her typical desired age range and type. He was an easy going kind of go-with-the-flow type of guy so when she turned down his offer for a meeting over dinner and invited him over for a pajama party he decided that he was good with that. After all, “She can kill me but she can’t eat me”.
He softly yet audibly knocked upon her door and smiled into her sweet eyes as she greeted him. She looked up at him and thought “not too bad to look at, about like his photos, and he’s friendly and smart”. They briefly kissed in greeting, nothing too sensual or intense and sat talking for a while as he enjoyed the tactile sensation of her sensuous body, not getting rudely intimate but rather, letting her know through touch and gesture that he most assuredly found her sensuous and attractive... After all, they knew why they were here, to see if the chemistry evident in their conversations would translate to the physical realm and indeed it did.
They began to kiss, a bit too aggressively for her taste but not without some benefit of arousal nonetheless and as he explored her body a bit further, she opened up to him, her heat drawing him on so that he was compelled to allow himself to indulge in his own slight fixation and begin to give her the pleasure which excited him so…and her. The sharpness and sudden onset of her orgasm overtook her as a surprise and delighted him so that his own excitement was evident and they decided to move into more comfortable surroundings.
Once they were together, naked and alone, he stood behind her and she could feel his thick erection against her body, knowing that her sensuous curves had caused his inflamed condition gave her a sense of power and lust. This was obliterated from her mind in a power transfer which took place when he grasped her hair firmly in his powerful hand and slowly applied pressure to her skull instantly causing her pussy to get soooooo wet. His thick cock ran over her lips, over her clit, buzzing it repeatedly before he slowly began to enter and split her open, feeling her smooth, tight and hot wetness open to receive him. This felt very intense and pleasurable to the both of them but they wanted more…
He assumed a position horizontal, superior and superimposed and again began to re-enter her, the broad and prominent helmet now hitting just the right spot in just the right way. He could actually feel it as it glided by her g spot and as he really wanted to give her maximum pleasure and enjoyment, he repeatedly teased her with it and softly chewed upon her neck and shoulder until he could feel her insides swell and seem to suck upon him as she came, her voice softly moaning “oh my God” as she covered her face with one hand as if to block out all extraneous sensations and her other stretched out to grasp the bed like she was afraid to fall off the earth as the oblivion overtook her… He could have cum right there with her, the intensity of her increased wetness and beautiful pussy, gripping his entire length and milking it like a silky sensuous vice but he had a much longer game in mind and was able to control himself thankfully for the both of them.
He continued to manfully slam his length and thickness into her, building up to a crescendo of speed and power which caused her to reach her peak of pleasure again and again and yet again until she told him to please stop. He reluctantly did so and she sensually said “let’s go into the play room where the mattress cover will allow me to let go more fully”. He knew what this engendered as they had discussed her ability and affinity for squirting and gushing her love juices forth when conditions were correctly present.
He laid her down upon the bed, the dim ambient light lending a soft glow to her voluptuous and sexxxy body and began to play with her, really enjoying and reveling in her responsiveness, how wet her sex became under his hands and how it sucked upon his fingers just as it had so recently upon his swollen, distended and still inflamed organ.
She could see it throb and glisten in the dim light, still wet from her and it was all that she wanted to do to taste him, to feel that smooth and powerful cock between her lips but when she attempted to access the object of her immediate desire, he softly but powerfully held her from it, explaining that, as her DOM, he had determined from a very early conversation, after they had reconnected, that she was not yet ready to touch him orally, much less to bring him to sweet completion with her lips, tongue and ravenous mouth. In fact, he had determined that her prior experiences had made her somewhat reticent to wish to do it and felt that it was expected of her as a duty or as a quid pro quo for lovers who had given her oral pleasure.
He was a bit of a different kind of cat. Although, he loved it when his amante brought him off in this manner, and in fact, when done correctly, it gave him the most intense of releases, his goal was not in his own physical pleasure but rather, he only realized full sexual actualization when he was certain that his lover had gotten all she could reasonably take from his caress, his making love to her body, mind and soul with his skills and passionate intensity as well as his sensitivity to her wants, her desires and her own unique sexual response cycle.
Therefore, he softly yet firmly explained to her that she did NOT have his permission to avail herself of his penis in that manner and that he and only he would decide when she was sufficiently well motivated and had behaved with proper respect and enthusiasm on a continual basis for her to have the opportunity to demonstrate the obviously well-developed skills on his manhood which she had shown on his fingers and thumb as they had sat upon the couch earlier. A man of lesser will-power and strength would have suck cummed (succumbed) but he was made of sturdier cloth which she would, over time, find out.
He went back to providing her with oral pleasure which she obviously enjoyed based upon her moans and the way her body bucked under his ministrations, and he in turn, so very much enjoyed her taste, her texture, the way her sex swelled and responded beneath his lips that it was with only the very greatest reluctance and regret that he softly disengaged himself from her after the latest orgasm, pausing to kiss and lightly flick the space above her swollen button to extend the aftershocks of her pleasure. He then mounted her and very slowly yet with intensity and deliberation, began to play with her cunt using his cock as an instrument, slapping her ravaged clit with it, then rubbing her sopping length with it before finally entering her with his still-fully engorged and dark crimson helmet, enjoying her heat and moisture as he did so, slowly, ever so slowly burying it fully within her, then extracting it so that the ridge at the back struck her most sensitive nerve endings which surrounded her opening.
In due time, neither one of them could take the anticipatory pressure anymore and she softly moaned out “fuck me Sir, please fuck me now!” He willingly buried his big swollen bone fully within her and began to powerfuck her sweet pussy, making sure to hit her g spot with his helmet as he slamfucked her body again and again and still again His hands interlocked around the top of her cranium, forcing her down upon him even as he drove himself fully into her, relentless in his power and intensity, until she felt the pressure of release and went with it as he felt her warm gush of cum soak his heavy balls with sweet juice. Yet, still he didn’t slow down or cum even though he could feel her pussy gripping and milking him with each successive and seemingly more intense orgasm as it unfolded. God she was a sweet and beautiful fuck and he enjoyed every moment of her intense pleasure which she gifted to him.
After she had cum…and cum…and then cum yet again, more times than either of them had thought to or bothered to count, they finally lay breathless in a puddle of sex secretions. She felt a little dehydrated and they each had a bottle of water as they collected themselves. They finally went back to the master suite and laid upon the bed, holding each other, talking and kissing as she encircled his penis in her hand, wanting in the back of her mind to kiss and suck upon it but not daring to ask his leave to do so.
Finally, as they rolled over in the spoons position, he, holding her large and substantial breasts, his remarkably consistent cock entered her from behind and they actually fell asleep briefly with it still inside her, something which hadn’t happened for him in many, many years but stirred to consciousness, they fucked lazily yet with intensity in this position, him squeezing his thighs together to make his erection thicken even further within her until they could take it no more and he mounted her once again, pumping her body with his. Finally, after she had reached her climax several times more, she begged him softly, “cum for me baby” with her sultry, sexy Southern accent and knowing that she must be fully satisfied, he proceeded to focus upon the beautifully tight, sopping wet feeling enveloping him as in due course, she could feel his rhythmic intensity increase until groaning out in animal intensity, he pumped ribbon after ribbon of his essence from his balls into her sweet sucking sex.
They finally drifted off to sleep, spoon-like only to awaken several times during the night in order to re-consummate their affair. In all, they only slept for about two hours during the course of their first long, languid and lovely time together.
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Those pretty red panties and what they contain...
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Posted:Dec 29, 2014 8:08 am
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2015 8:34 pm
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The buttocks, ensconced in those bright red panties...your torso bent over the foot board as your hands are tied to the posts...two pillows under your cheek to support thee...Your lover stands behind and beside you, watching you, watching your anticipation...his hard and callused palm cuts the air like a knife and impacts upon your ass...Thwak does it sting!...and the resulting jiggle is left to hang until its fulfillment is complete...Again and again he berates your sexxxy ass until HIS palm stings with your pleasure, your moisture a direct physical manifestation of your excitement, your desire, your need to be controlled and made to cum...you await the slow and irregular rhythm of his caress, the anticipation a sweet longing.. you feel the heat of the blood brought to the surface and it is hard for you to fathom how the human hand can bring forth such pain and yet such intimate pleasure at the same time. He rests it upon you for a moment, feeling the heat emanating from you, his thick fingers lingering toward your sex...feeling an even greater heat and drawn toward the wetness contained therein...a gasp of your pleasure as he plays with your womanhood, drawing a line of your excitement upward, teasing your tingly rear opening and then...the sweet, sensual abuse begins anew, one tingling palm making you jump and jiggle whilst the other hand presents a leather flog to you as a gift...the soft swishing sting of the thing bringing forth welts of pleasure which make you cry out and gasp as the orgasm begins to take you...
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A night at the opera(house)
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Posted:Dec 24, 2014 2:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2015 1:27 am
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I started this for a friend with the influence of another friend last night and finished it this morning upon awakening at oh dark thirty. Haven't edited it so what you see is what you get. Merry Christmas to everyone and blessings upon you and your families.
And paragraph Nazis, Fuck You! (and the donkeys upon which you ride).
A Night at the opera(house)
We start our evening’s adventure with a nice intimate dinner at a small, quiet Italian restaurant whereby we can chat and play a bit of footsie under the table and then to a comedy show at a fairly sizable hall in a convention center. I have backed my vehicle into a space in the corner of the parking garage and as we walk hand in hand after the show we have but one thing on each of our minds…
…The other’s sex and what we want to do with it. We stop on our way to the vehicle and kiss, our tongues seeking out their playmate and I look down to see your pretty, pink protuberant nipples alive with desire through the sheer fabric of your top just as you can feel my helmet swelling within the loose confines of my lightweight pleated woolen trousers. You can feel your clit tingling and your vulva becoming a bit engorged as well with the initial flush.
As we approach the vehicle I press the automatic rear hatch release (It is a large SUV) and shut the lights off so that the vehicle remains dark. I lead you by the hand to the rear of the vehicle, a scant 3-4 feet from the back wall and corner of the garage and say “Sit up on the lip of the cargo area and remove your panties”. You nervously look around and say “Do you really think its safe, sir?”
“I wouldn’t have you do it if I hadn’t weighed the risk/reward continuum” I reply. "OK, off with your panties, now”. You look down a bit sheepishly and with a slightly naughty cast to your expression as well, “I’m not wearing any sir. I was hoping that you would finger fuck me on the ride home. They’re in my handbag”. “I didn’t ask you to do that and it’s a bit presumptuous of you to have done so…but I like the way you think” I respond. “I’m sorry, sir. I know that I should have waited but my kitty really really needs attention tonight and I’ve been a good girl all day long”. “Yes, indeed you have, my little cumslut, so hop on up there in order that I can give the kitty a proper tongue bath”. You dutifully comply and your sweet little twat is exposed to the cold air and my hot gaze.
I remove your pumps, exposing your small, sexy and very pretty feet and lower my face so that I can begin to orally assault your sex with my lips and tongue. I place soft kisses upon your labia majora, already swollen and flushed with your excitement, and make sure to implace an even lighter kiss upon your button, still hidden from direct contact. Then I run my tongue, pointed and lightly dampened along first one lip, then the other, studiously avoiding your clit once again as a tiny moan escapes you and your clit evidences itself in its erection. This gets me hot and I focus my attention upon sucking your sweet labia into my mouth, tenderly and carefully to be sure but with desirous abandon nonetheless. Thereafter, I flick my tongue back and forth above your clit, driving you somewhat wild with desire to experience more direct pressure as your hips snap about a bit and your little moans become more regular and just slightly louder.
Your feet are resting upon my wide shoulders, pushing slightly against them so that you can leverage your pussy into my face, sliding it around in an attempt to get my lips and tongue in direct contact with your most sensitive concentration of nerve endings and I finally oblige you as I hold a finger up to your lips in a warning to keep it down lest we get popped for indecency.
I can feel the heat and wetness of your lusciousness now as my tongue flicks rapidly over your clit and your opening presses against my closely shaven chin…begging something, anything to enter it. I am able to oblige you by first putting two fingers into my mouth and then slowly, surely and steadily sliding them partway into your sensitive cunt, feeling upward for the small bundle of denser yet spongier tissue which I am looking for. The slight difference in tactile sensation and a soft scream of joyous pleasure tell me that I have located the object of my quest and with just the correct amount of pressure and movement, coupled by the application of my lips and tongue primarily to your clit, I very rapidly feel your body start to heave itself toward an inevitable climax as you grit your teeth and begin to breathe through them raggedly as your pussy tightens around my fingers and you gush a little when you cum. I quickly insert my little finger deep into your asshole to better feel the contractions which turn me on so very much and indeed I can, as it sucks upon the new intruder while you struggle to not cry out your pleasurable anguish.
Your heels are lightly pounding up and down upon my broadly muscular shoulders and delts as I finally remove my hand and slap it softly yet rapidly against your clit which causes a huge gush of cum juice to evidence itself, the tremors of your body indicative of the intensity and duration of your period of peak pleasure. You lay back upon the comforter which I have had the foresight to lay down upon the carpeted deck, your legs still in the air and your hole exposed and open.
I grasp your sexy ankles and momentarily put your feet back upon my shoulders as I, with some difficulty, disengage my cock from the confines of my trousers and finally free him to do his work. I regain a, foothold as it were upon your ankles and lever them forward slightly, exposing your channel to my meaty and distended head. It kisses you, and you let out a small sob of desire, then I start to penetrate you with it, just enough so that the very tip begins to spread you open, to become coated with your heated juices preparatory to full, penetrative effect.
“What do you want me to do with it?” I ask “Fuck me sir! Fuck me please!” you respond. “Bury that beautiful cock deep in my pussy, so deep that it hits my cervix the way I love it”. And so that’s what I do, No preamble, no languid and gradual penetration, just one long, slow stroke until my knob encounters the neck of your womb and I give you a knowing, naughty and nicely nasty look as it noses itself by with that slight feeling of painful pleasure which you love to feel. I can feel the pressure as well and once I have your little internal structure in the proper position I rock slightly so that my bell end moves it around with each slight gyration, both of us moaning with the erotic pleasure and delicious intensity of it.
I stroke your beautifully muscled calves along their undersides as we continue to rock together while I keep watch for any approaching garage patrons until I grasp you by the hips and start to power fuck your pussy, long and deep strokes that continue to give you the displacement, both of your walls and of your uterine opening, which you need to feel. Your sexy little feet implace themselves upon my thickly muscled and furry chest giving you the leverage to move yourself around upon me as I am pounding you and your head moves back in forth as your eyes close with the approach of another orgasm.
“You know that I can cum anytime that I want”, I say almost conversationally. “Do you want me to blast my load into you as you cum again?” I ask as I feel your orgasmic plateau approach and your pussy begin to clamp down upon my pistoning tumescent shaft. “No sir”, you manage through gritting teeth. “I want to worship your cock again like the last time” and I know that you mean that you wish to kneel before me, eyes gazing into mine as you bring me off with excruciating intensity with your sweet hands and insatiate mouth.
“Alright my little pet”, I respond. “So be it” as I continue to long-stroke your hole with a powerfully penetrative pounding so that it doesn’t take but a dozen strokes before… Oh God Oh God, Like that, Like that, Don’t stop Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop! You cry out before I can cover your mouth with my hand, the other reaching up to lightly but firmly grasp you by the throat as I fuck you to your oblivion, pulling you down into me so that the base buries itself into you. You cum once, then twice then a third even more intense time in very rapid succession, your head moving back and forth as your hair goes everywhere.
Your muffled keening cries continue until finally you begin to come around from your sensual high and I slow my movements into you. “Finish me off baby” I say as I disengage from your now-ravaged pussy hole and my wet and shiny, slippery and swollen cock emerges into the cold night air of the garage. You obligingly move aside as I climb into the compartment beside you and hit the button to close the cargo door which shuts and clicks with resounding assurance.
You reach your hand into my flies and extract my cum-laden balls as I get on my knees before your more prostrate form and you begin to suck my head and shaft into your mouth, savoring the taste of our recently completed act of passion. You pause to lick the palm of one hand as the other gently cups and massages my smoothly shaven testicles as your mouth pistons up and down upon my shaft. I grasp your hair at the base of your skull, not to in any way control your movements but rather so that I can see your pretty face as it attends to my meaty male member and reinforce the dominance dynamic.
Up and down you move, taking as much of me into your hot mouth as you can while still riding your hand up and down the rest of it in a swirling circular motion. A couple of minutes of this as your eyes look up into mine and your throat making sucking and swallowing sounds causes you to bring me close to the point of no return. I reach back and my hands cup the cheeks of my ass as I lean backward, my legs tucked behind and below me and groan out Ohhh Myyy Goddd!
As you feel the vibration start at the base of my cock and tightened balls, your sucking mouth and hand feels me get thicker, then, finally, I begin to shoot my hot, sweet ejaculate into your greedy mouth. You can barely keep up with it, there’s so much and it’s so forceful in its pulsating contractions but you ARE the best kind of girl and you swallow as you go until with a last, almost regretful pump, after running out my orgasm to its fullest, you snake the flat of your tongue out to capture the last remnant of my requited lust. “Thank you sir” you say with a final swallow. “It was my distinct pleasure” I answer and we begin to put ourselves together for the drive home and more intense adult fun.
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