Alleyway Blowjobs
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Posted:Aug 11, 2015 6:34 pm
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I left the bar hand in hand with my latest victim, leading him at a brisk pace. I was impatient, and he said his apartment was seven or eight block away, so I nearly ran as I dragged him along. I had slipped away from my friends at the bar; they were used to such disappearances, but had yet to discover why I snuck off so often. Of course... everyone reading this probably has an idea.
“Slow down babe, what’s your rush?” said my guy in a rather annoying ‘skater’ tone. But I hadn’t picked him for his ‘popped collar’ looks or his attempts at smooth pick-up lines. I had felt great big cock in those pants. Seems like its always the assholes who have the nice big dicks... or maybe they become assholes because of it? That was a though for another day, as I felt the urge to feel a pulsing cock in my mouth overwhelm me.
Seeing a dark alley between to houses, I pulled my trailing ‘date’ into it. “What are you doing babe?” he asked with confusion as I just barely rounded the corner of the house and pushed his back against vinyl siding. Just out of sight
of the roadway where countless people were making their way home after last call, I dropped to a crouch on the gravel parking area in the back alley, and deftly undid his belt. I unzipped him and pulled his pants ant underwear to his
knees and then my mouth leapt forward to take him to his root.
I was pleased with my choice. His cock was thick, and at least seven inches long. He hardened quickly in my mouth, so that I had to start taking him into my throat to reach his base. Annoyingly, he went totally silent as I sucked his cock,
holding even his moans of pleasure. On the up side, he was leaking precum at a nearly alarming rate, and as I deep throated him my mouth began to fill with thick sticky saliva, which began to leak from my bottom lip. A thin trail dangled downwards in the cool night air until the bobbing of my head caused it to swing inwards and leave a wet streak on my tube top and cleavage.
I took him out of my mouth, and sloppily moved to take his balls in my mouth, trailing a thick strand of saliva. I stroked him with my hand, my mouth on his balls and his shaft pressed against my forehead, the viscus liquid running down my hand and arm and even onto my face as hungrily licked and sucked one ball after the other. I moaned with pleasure, and it was at this point that we ceased to be alone in the alley.
Clearly looking for a place to relieve himself, a drunk stumbled around the corner of our sanctuary and nearly failed to notice us. When he did he stopped in his tracks and stared, jaw dropped. I sensed my partner tense up, and so I reached up and placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my up and down on his cock without missing a beat. Looking up, I saw him give the drunk a sheepish grin and a shrug.
The drunken guy walked over and stood a few feet to my right, and undid his pants. As I sucked and slobbered all over a big cock in the back alley, two feet away I began to hear and smell the drunkard peeing all over the wall. I shuddered, not with disgust, but with a small orgasm of pleasure, derived
from what a dirty slut I was being. I looked up at my partner and saw his eyes closed tightly, and his chest heaving. It was time.
I deep throated him one last time for good measure, and then backed my head off so that only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth. Using my hand, I stroked him slowly up and down, moaning in anticipation of my reward. I didn’t wait long, and soon his cum was surging onto my tongue, dropping a fair sized load into my mouth. I was overjoyed, and squeezed his shaft in time with his orgasm’s pulses. As he finished, I wetly let his cock fall from my mouth, and opened wide with my head tiled back. In the low light, he could see his cum
in my mouth, and smiled.
Putting one hand on his pelvis to hold him in place, I swiveled away from my partner and towards the drunk who has stopped pissing and was now stroking his cock, watching the show. I motioned him forward, my mouth still open and containing a good dollop of cum. He immediately accepted my invitation, and thrusted his cock into my mouth. He began to swiftly fuck my face, in time to my bobbing head. Although he was only five inches long, he had an extraordinarily big head, which still managed to gag me as it hit my throat. My mouth quickly filled with a soupy mixture of cum, saliva, and precum.
I began to swallow as I sucked, not willing to lose all the cum in my mouth along with the saliva that now coated my chin, hands, and chest thickly. My first partner had quite a view, up close of me gagging on a nice hard cock next to him. My new partner was much more vocal than he had been, offering moans
and encouragement, along with a little verbal abuse. Just the way I like it. “Take it you filthy slut. You love my cock don’t you, you little cocksucker. Oh yeah gag on my cock you little .” he was nearly yelling now, and I briefly worried about someone catching us, before I forgot all about it as I rocked with an orgasm. I hadn’t even had to touch myself, the situation was so hot that it drove me over the edge.
“Ohhhh yeah I’m gonna fill your mouth, slut” grunted the drunk with a slight slur. I knelt down onto the hard ground, and sat back onto my heels, tilting my head way back and opening my mouth wide. I stuck my long tongue all the way out and presented an inviting target for him. I fondled his large heavy balls as he stroked his cock, its huge head resting on my tongue. I looked up at his face as he strained to overcome his drunkenness enough to finish himself off. As I felt his balls tighten in their sack, I knew he had succeeded.
His cum didn’t so much spurt, as it poured into my mouth. About six large streams rolled down my tongue to nearly fill my mouth up with semen. His taste was extremely acrid and sour, a testament to how much he drank that night. Something about the bad flavor actually turned me on more however, as it overpowered my senses and made me think of nothing except the giant load of cum in my mouth. With a smile, I swallowed it all down, my mouth sticky as I reopened it to show him my good work.
Shortly, my first partner and I were back on our way to his place. He sheepishly told me he wasn’t sure how much cum he had left to give me. I was nonplussed. I just told him to pick up his cell phone... he must know some guys who’d love a free blowjob. He did, and they did. I was in for a long night.
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Another good writer
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Posted:Aug 5, 2015 1:25 pm
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We are headed to a very secluded beach, with a cooler full of refreshments and a huge blanket. We arrive at the beach and it's completely empty so we take advantage of the situation, as we lay the blanket down and get naked. I ask you to lie on your stomach and I straddle your ass. I get out the massage oil and start to rub it on your muscular back and shoulders. Massaging your back slowly, and then down your arms to your fingers, outlining each of your fingers with mine. Now my hands run down your ass and I massage them feeling every inch of you. Lower down your legs slowly to your feet. Now you turn over to your back and I use more oil as I go up your legs. Your enormous cock is standing at
attention but I don't touch it. I keep on massaging and rubbing your chest and your arms. You're getting very relaxed with my hands all over your body. I lean over to kiss you. But we barely touch lips.
We're looking into each other’s eyes as you breathe my air, and I breathe yours. I'm so turned by you and the way you make me feel. I finally kiss you and feel our tongues dance together. I run my tongue down your hard chest. I stroke your cock with my hands as I'm licking your balls. I look up and there's someone else on the beach walking towards us. I don't stop and continue to take long strokes up your cock with my tongue. I take the tip of your cock and put it in my mouth and start to suck it slowly. Teasing, nibbling around the head. The person walking down the beach has stopped and is now watching us. I continue to worship your cock with my mouth as I take it in as far as i can. I'm sucking harder now. It's like I'm putting on a show for someone. I'm licking the pre-cum from your cock and getting it all sloppy with my saliva. I can hear you whisper to me, 'take it deeper’. So I take you in as far as I can. The head of your cock is at the back of my throat. I pull it out a little and press your cock on the roof of my mouth with my tongue, sucking hard. You can't take it anymore and you cum hard into my mouth. Neither one of us has noticed but we have company now.
The person walking down the beach is standing by us. My mouth full of your cum. She gets on her knees and kisses me and I share your cum with her. She is so curious about your enormous cock and asks if she can stroke it. We both say yes, and watch her as she gets your massive cock hard again. She is stroking your cock and licking and sucking it, amazed at how huge it is. I'm bending over your face and kissing you, asking you how it feels. You tell me it feels really good and you want me to lick it too. So I crawl down your body, nibbling on your chest until I get to your very hard cock. I'm straddling your face and feel your fingers start to work my clit. You know that makes me crazy and gets me so wet. Your cock is now getting licked by 2 tongues, and I start to feel your tongue work its magic on my pussy.
Your tongue swirling around my clit, teasing me, making my clit get so hard. Then you take my clit in between your teeth and nibble and suck. The pleasure / pain is so intense it makes me sit up and grind my pussy in your face. My breathing is getting heavier. Now she wants to experience your cock inside her. I tell her it's ok to fuck you, and I watch her lower her pussy on your rock hard cock. Riding it up and down as I feel your tongue envelope my pussy. The intensity is growing for all three of us, as we are all moving in rhythm together. I can hear her moans, and I know exactly what she's feeling...the intense feeling of being filled completely. You're working both of us and all three of us are almost there and ready to explode. One last thrust from you and she's screaming and your seed is flowing inside her. I'm exploding and cumming in your mouth. I fall off completely exhausted and I kiss and lick your lips. No other words are said. She puts her clothes back on, says thanks and walks away.
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The Coed Bathroom
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Posted:Jul 7, 2015 9:44 am
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It was my first year of university, and once again my boyfriend was too busy with his drinking buddies to spend time with me. Feeling lonely and bored, I threw on my pajamas and prepared for a quiet night alone in my room. I planned to hit my bed early, and spend the rest of the evening reading until I fell asleep. I opened my door and walked a short way down the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Our dormitory had the odd policy of completely coed bathrooms, and even stranger, ones equipped with both urinals and
stalls. The rumor was that they had converted the women’s bathroom into an extra double room, and just slapped a new sign on the boys room. We always joked that somebody on the floor was sleeping in a gross ex-bathroom.
I walked in and brushed my teeth and washed my face. Leaving my toiletries on the counter, I went into the first stall and sat down to do my business. Almost as soon as I took my seat, I heard the door open. Being a bit shy, I held it, and
decided to wait till the guy left to finish up. What can I say? I’m a girl. The guy walked up to the urinal and unzipped his pants. What happened next shocked me. Then the door opened and some girl I didn’t recognize walked towards
the urinal. I could see all this through that small space between the door and stall wall. The guy turned to the side showing his cock to the girl who just came in. It was huge! It was thicker than a toilet roll, and rock hard. The girl fell to her knees on the tile floor and parted her lips. The guy reacted by walking over and shoving his cock right into her open mouth.
Without even realizing it, my hand migrated to my crotch. I began to rub my clit softly, and stifled a moan by biting my lower lip. I had never seen a man's dick before and certainly never seen a girl suck one, other than in movies. I was mesmerized and extremely turned on by the situation unfolding before my eyes. The guy, standing up, grabbed the back of the dirty girl’s head and started to force her mouth to bob back and forth on his cock faster and faster. I could hear gagging noises as he forced this girl to take the entire length of his shaft in her mouth. The guy suddenly began to groan and convulse, and I knew he had cum in the girl’s mouth. Without a word, the boy zipped up his pants and returned to the urinal. The girl spit out her mouthful into the sink as soon as his back was turned, and then quickly walked out the door.
I was so turned on by this that my body began to shake, and I could hold back no more. I bit my lip hard in an attempt to remain silent, and gyrated my hips quickly against my hand as I came to an earth-shattering climax. Despite my best efforts, my breathing grew louder and more insistent, and then finally slowed. Taking long, deep breaths, I calmed myself slowly, and realized with embarrassment that anyone paying attention would certainly have noticed what I was up to.
I quickly wiped, the excess juices from my pussy and the toilet seat and pulled up pants. My face flush with embarrassment, I abandoned the idea of peeing and opened the door with the intent of making a quick escape. With a gasp or surprise, I ran straight into the guy I had seen before, who was standing right outside the stall, writing something on a piece of paper. He blocked my path and looked m up and down. “So you liked what you saw did you? I heard you getting off in there, slut. I think you would make a good cocksucker, I could always use another one. Here's my number.” He shoved the paper into my hands.
I took it and started to say, “You don't understand I'm not like that, I have a boyfriend...”
“Exactly why you need just a dick, it's so much better. Relationship entail too much dancing around, talking about feelings. My dick is here for one thing, a hot wet mouth, like yours. I know you want that pretty little mouth filled up with hard cock. Call me when you're ready.” He walked out and I put the paper in my pocket just for the heck of it.
The next day was Saturday and my roommate went home for the weekend. I had a big exam coming up, and sequestered myself in my room to study. I didn’t get much studying done, however, as my mind refused to focus on school, and instead obsessed over what I had seen in the bathroom the night before. I found
myself avoiding studying by surfing the internet looking for pictures, videos, anything I could get that was related to blowjobs. I had a one track mind, and struggled to question why I was so fixated.
I got very wet as I watched the sexy videos, until finally I couldn’t take any more. I rubbed my pussy raw, but despite my best efforts, I wasn’t able to bring myself to climax. I was too distracted to focus on my own pleasure and just kept wondering what it feels like to take a cock in your mouth the entire time. My pussy was soaked and I couldn't get that thought out of my head. I just kept thinking about that big cock I saw in the bathroom and what it must feel like
to suck it. It was driving me nuts. To make matters worse I noticed the guy's number was a campus number so there would be no problem meeting with him if I called. The urge grew and grew till I couldn't contain it anymore. I called the number. It rang and he picked up.
“Hi I'm the girl from the bathroom.” I said nervously. “I want to get together and do that thing you were talking about.”
“And what was that?” he asked huskily.
“You know.” My voice wavered. “The walls are thin around here I don't want people to hear me say that word.”
“But I thought you wanted a manly cock in that virgin mouth of yours.” He demanded.
“I do.” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
“Not bad enough if you're not willing to say it.” He said dismissively. “Sorry, my cock's reserved for people who really want it.”
“But I do want it ” I insisted, surprising myself which how quickly, and loudly I protested. “You want to be my cock sucker?” He asked forcefully.
“Yes!” I replied. My pussy quivered at my own words.
“You want to get on your knees and feel my big hard erection fill your mouth?”
“Yes!”
“Prove it. Say it to me now!” It was not a request, but a demand that could have only one response.
“I want your cock!” I moaned into the phone.
“And what do you want to do with it?”
“I want it in my mouth! I want to suck your cock! I want to be your cocksucker!” With that, the deal was done. I had admitted my deepest desire. He was pleased.
“Good.” Was all he said. I nearly moaned aloud at his approval.
And with that he gave me his address and told me to come over now. I ran out the door and ran across campus to his dorm. I didn't care if anyone had heard me back in my room. I didn't care about anything at the moment accept getting
a cock in my mouth.
I got to his door and he let me in. He immediately took his cock out of his pants. It was fully erect. He pointed it towards me and held it firmly in his hand. Even gripped in his fist, the protruding part was huge, at least six inches. All together
he must have been nearly ten glorious inches. He told me to take off my clothes and get on my knees. I nervously obeyed. Once I was on my knees naked he approached me and held his big hard cock just inches from my face. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. There I was totally naked and exposed in front of a man for the first time and all I could think about was what it would feel like to suck his dick.
He grabbed my head by the hair and forced me to look up at him. “If you want it, you have to give yourself to cock. Once you suck my dick you belong to my dick. You become my cock sucking slave and I become your master. Are we clear cocksucker?”
“Yes master. Please let me suck your cock.” I moaned without reservation.
He pushed it through my parted lips. I felt his head slowly move into my mouth and I closed my lips around it. It was incredible to finally having his huge hard cock in my mouth. It was even better then I imagined. I had never been so turned on. I twirled my tongue around it trying to impersonate what I had seen
in porn videos. Three more inches of his hard erection was in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to bob my head slowly back and forth taking more and more of it in. I wanted to take the whole damn thing in my mouth. Then I felt his hands on the back of my head and I let go of his dick. He pulled it completely out and shoved it forcefully back in my mouth. He started to work hips back and forth thrusting his cock into my mouth harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He shoved the whole length of it down my throat! I gagged;
it felt incredible. He was using my mouth to get off like it was some pussy. He was yelling, “Take it cocksucker! Take my cock!”
Then he moaned and slowed it down. He held my head firmly in place. Then all of sudden, I felt the streams of liquid shooting down my throat. I tried to move my head but he held it in place forcing me to take it. He was cumming in my mouth! I couldn't believe it. Once I realized that, I was even more turned on. The streams of warm man juice shot down my throat till it turned into a dribbling salty stream I gleefully licked off his head. When the cum stopped he pulled out and zipped up. He said he had no more use for me at that moment and I could leave now. I put on my clothes quietly, my head still spinning from the experience. I was nervous but excited. He asked me for my number and where I live and I told him. As I left he told me he would see me tomorrow.
The next day I heard a knock on the door at about 1:00 PM. I opened the door to find it was Him; My master.
“Hello, cocksucker, ” he said. I couldn't believe he said that in the hall! I nervously motioned him in. He followed me through the door.
“Get on your knees, cocksucker! It's time for you to swallow my dick again!” he said loudly.
I cringed, and whispered “Don't say it so loud! My neighbors will hear you.”
“Don't say what? That you're my cock sucking slave who lives to have dick in her mouth?” He said even louder, smiling while I squirmed. He unzipped his pants and took his big hard erection out. He held it firmly in his hand and I looked at it with awe. Suddenly I cared less about what everyone around me heard and more about that piece of man meat being down my throat.
He continued to yell, “If you want my cock they'll be no more complaints! Get on your knees now slave and suck your Master's dick!”
“Yes Master.” I dropped to my knees and took his man meat in my hand as I ran my tongue up and down the side of his giant cock. I ran my tongue all over it getting it nice and wet. I tongued and sucked on his balls and he groaned loudly.
Then, suddenly, I took his whole cock in my mouth and began to bob back and forth wildly on his swollen tool. I held onto his ass for leverage as I madly sucked his dick. I kept taking it in as deep as I could. Occasionally I found my nose hitting
his pubic hair and his balls slapping against my chin.
He grabbed the back of my head to make sure I continued the motion while yelling, Yes, suck my cock, you slut! Take it! Suck your Master's cock! Take my dick, cocksucker! Take it!! Take it!!!
He just kept getting louder and louder. It was okay because I wanted him to. I wanted my master to scream so loud the whole dorm would hear how well I sucked his cock. All I cared about was getting that cock in my mouth off.
Suddenly he pulled out. I was afraid I had done something wrong but then I saw him rapidly stroking his hard cock. I had seen enough porno’s to know what was next but he said it anyway, “I'm gonna cum on your face cocksucker You're
gonna wear your Master's cum on your face Get ready for it, !”
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wide as I could as a huge stream of hot gooey cum shot into my mouth. He purposely missed my mouth with his next few squirts. I felt stream after stream of his warm cum hit my face. It was all over my nose and forehead. I felt his warm, hard cock rub against my cheek, rubbing his dribbling jizz on my cheek. His cock then traveled across my lips to my other cheek and finally to my chin, marking each place with his cum. His cock pulled away and hung in front of my dripping, cum soaked face. I could feel my master's cum oozing down my face, dripping onto the floor. I opened my eyes to see his cock in front of me.
“You like wearing your Master's cum don't you cocksucker?” He asked.
“Yes, Master.” I meekly replied. It was true. I loved it.
“But you do need to get cleaned up don't you?” He asked mischievously.
“Yes, Master.”
“I want you to walk over to the bathroom and wash you face off.”
“But Master it's across the hall. People will see.” I was mortified by his request. My desire for cum briefly mollified, I became very aware that my neighbors could very well have heard my antics.
His reply was quick and harsh. “Shut up, bitch! Do as I say!”
I had no choice. I got up and opened the door. I walked directly to the bathroom. Several people where in the hall but I didn't look at them. I got to the sinks and washed my face off. There were two girls in the bathroom who looked at me but didn't say anything. I wiped my face dry with a paper towel and hurried back to the room. By then my Master is gone.
Two days had passed and I hadn't heard anything from my Master. I really missed the feeling of his cock in my mouth. My boyfriend and I were supposed to get together that night when he finally called me. He told me to come over right away. It was only an hour before my boyfriend was supposed to come
over. I told him I couldn't make it, that I needed to see my boyfriend tonight. He told me I should break up with him but I didn't want to, he was such a kind, good boy, and I knew it would break his hearty. My master told that his cock was better for me and that I didn't need a boyfriend anymore because I was his slave now. He demanded I get rid of him, or there would be no more cock. I begged him not to, I just couldn't bare to hurt my boyfriend. My master suddenly changed his mind and told me to instead come over right now and that would be enough. I asked him to make it quick so I could meet with my boyfriend. He chuckled and agreed.
When I got over there he standing there completely naked with a flaccid dick. Even flaccid, I couldn't keep my eyes off his huge member. He told me to take off my clothes and get on the bed. I obeyed. He then proceeded to tie my hands
to the bedpost.
His naked body mounted my bare chest as he furiously stroked his cock. He slapped it all over my big round breasts and rubbed the head on my nipples. I didn't take long for it to get hard. He proceeded to grab my head with both hands and shoved his erection into my mouth. I was completely plaint and let him use my mouth as his own personal pussy. His hips thrust it in deep, hard, and fast. As he kept going it felt I was going choke on it but, with my hands tied, I couldn't do anything about it. He kept yelling at me to Take it I was completely at his mercy. He pulled out and turned around so his back was against the headboard and his balls were hanging just above my mouth. He then proceeded to point his erection downward and shoved it down my throat. He proceeded
to fuck my pussy mouth that way.
He kept this up in various positions for three hours, cumming about four times. I was a flat on my back just begging to be fucked over and over. I just couldn't get enough of my master's cock. I was so helpless the entire time. It was great.
When I got back to my room and realized how much time had passed I immediately called my boyfriend and apologized, making up an excuse about a tutorial that ran late. He was furious but she was willing to let me make it up to him the next night.
The next night, he arrived at my dorm room and I apologized again for standing him up. He smiled and said it was okay, I was just being a good friend. Then the phone rang. It was my Master. I told him my boyfriend was there and that we're
making up for last night. He told me I had to make a decision between my boyfriend and his cock. He said I had to come over right now. He had something to show me that would make the decision easier. If I didn't come over now I would never see his cock again. He said it would only take a minute and this time he promised he'd let me leave anytime I want to. He didn't sound like I could negotiate with him at all. I couldn't give up his cock. I told my boyfriend
one of my friends was in trouble, and that I would be back in twenty minutes. He grudgingly let me go. I ran across campus not knowing what the hell I was going to do.
I got to my Master's room. He opened the door and there were two black guys in there with him. He shut the door.
“These are my friends. I told them how much you liked to suck cock and they thought they would try you out.” I was too shocked to reply, and livid with anger.
Suddenly, the two friends both unzipped their pants pulling out the thickest, longest cocks I had ever seen. Their dark dicks weren't even erect and they were bigger and longer than my Master's. I stared at them for a moment and then my Master said I have lots of friends like them. But you can only have them and me if you dump your boyfriend right now. What do you say?
I couldn't resist. I had to have those big cocks in my mouth. I said yes and he told me to drop to my knees. The black guys came over beside my and rubbed their long dicks on my cheeks. My Master dialed my number and handed me the phone. My boyfriend picked up. I told him I wanted to break up and that I never wanted to see him again. I hated being so mean and rude to him, but it was only way to get him believe something that was this out of the blue. I told him she should've spent more time with me instead of his drinking buddies. My Master
looked at me and told me to tell him the real reason. I shook my head no, and my master insisted, saying he wouldn’t let me suck the two big beautiful cocks that were now oozing precum onto my cheeks.
“Tell him you're a cock sucking slut slave who's found a master. Tell him what you've been doing for the past few days, ” he commanded.
I couldn't disobey my Master or the newly erect black cocks that were pressed up against my face. I told her, “I've discovered the power cock and I don't need you anymore. I've become a cock sucking slave. I've been on my knees sucking my Master's cock for the past five days. All I really want is a nice big cock in my mouth. I have to go now and suck some dick. Good bye.”
I thought I heard him sob as I hung up the phone. I felt a lump in my throat, and then also felt a wave of relief. I now totally and completely belonged to my Master and that's all that mattered. I wouldn’t have to lie or juggle schedules.
I had no will but the will of his cock. We both knew it. I looked at my Master as both of the black guys pointed their incredibly long and hard erections at either side of my face.
Then my Master said, “You have my permission to suck both their cocks.”
Immediately I took both of their dark fuck tools in my hand and began to swallow the one on my right. My head bobbed back and forth on it wildly trying to take more and more of the monstrously fat cock in my mouth each time. I firmly held
onto the other black dick in my hand and slowly stroked the entire length of its shaft as I furiously sucked the one in my mouth. Then I switched and sucked the one I had been stroking while giving a hand job to the cock that was dripping
with my saliva. Both their tools were so big. I had to stretch my lips to get it all in my mouth and I couldn't even take their whole length in my mouth. Hell, I gagged just taking three fourths of it in.
I alternated between the two black dicks. At certain points they would grab my head and force me to suck harder and deeper till I choked on their man meat while yelled stuff at me like “Take my meat you little bitch! Suck my dick you little white bitch!” I loved every minute of it.
Then my Master interrupted and pulled out his own hard cock and said I needed to suck that too. I had both black cocks in my hand as my Master walked toward me with an erection that already had precum on its head. He wiped the precum
on my lips and then I took his cock into my mouth. The thought of this cock being in my mouth for the rest of my life was a good one. I sucked his cock and then one of the black guys said, “Hey, our dicks are feeling deprived here, slut.”
My Master pulled his cock out and they formed a circle around me. I took turns blowing each one while the others were in my hands or rubbing and slapping precum on my cheek, hair, and eyelids. I went from cock to cock faster and faster as their groans of pleasure grew louder. Finally my master pushed me away and they all rapidly jacked their raging hard-on right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I felt a stream of warm cum shoot in my mouth followed by two more streams that simultaneously hit my upper face
and mouth. More cum barrages followed which drenched my face completely in warm gooey, man jizz. I swallowed the massive loads I had in my mouth. They all zipped up, leaving me with a thick mask of cum on my face.
The black guys left while telling my Master how good his little cock sucking bitch is and that they want to come back sometime for more. My Master agreed. He closed the door and then pulled a towel away from me as I reached for it. He
wanted me to give him a nice long individual blowjob, with fresh cum all over my face. I obeyed. This would be what it was like for the rest of my life, on my knees with a cock in my mouth. The life of a slave. What could be better?
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For Cyndi
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Posted:May 17, 2015 10:01 pm
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As she drove the 3 hours to the hotel where she was to meet Him for the first time, her thoughts raced to each and every phone call, e-mail or text conversation they had ever had. Remembering how easy it was for her to give in to him, to submit to him. How natural it seemed to respond to every request he asked of her. They had spent nearly a year conversing back and forth as she became more and more enthralled with him. As she drove there was not one moment of hesitation, fear or regret in her mind, just an overwhelming sense of anticipation.
They had discussed this meeting for weeks – everything had to be perfect. She had checked off each requirement on His list like it was her wedding day. She had grown her hair out over the last year to an appropriate ‘pulling’ length, which was now almost mid-back. They had shopped online for a dress, tight, slinky, black and red, mid-thigh length. He directed her to a corsetteer who made a new, form-fitting, under bust, tie-up corset for her. She purchased a new, lacy, push up bra that he had to approve, as well as new thigh high leather boots. He had asked that she be freshly waxed – not one, stray hair on her pussy – and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using to prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy.
Now just a few minutes away, she grabbed her phone and texted Him as He requested. The response was only, “Room 950.” He was in room 950. He was probably there, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat. For one, split second she thought she must be crazy. Meeting his Man she had never met. That feeling lasted only that split second, as she pulled into the parking lot of the large, upscale hotel.
Grabbing her single suitcase, she proceeded into the hotel and directly to the elevator, pressing “9” her heart began to beat faster and faster. The ride up to the 9th floor seemed to take an eternity. Following the signs to the room she noticed how incredibly quite this hotel was, it almost seemed deserted. Standing outside of the room, she noticed that it was open, the inside slide lock holding the door ajar.
“Sir, are you in there,” she called, squeakily from the door.
“S.C., should I come in,” she asked when no answer came. SC was his agreed upon ‘casual’ name. Sir was the preference, or Master, but SC was the casual alternative. It was significant, as it stood for something very special.
With no answer, she pushed open the door a little at a time, until she was standing just inside the door. She noticed a dim light coming from the inner portion of what she now realized was a large suite. There was a large bathroom with whirlpool tub. A sitting area with chairs, a couch and a few tables. This opened up to a large bedroom.
“Sir, are you here,” she called once more, walking slowly into the main room. She looked around and took it all in. It was a beautiful hotel suite. She turned to go into the bedroom. It was magnificent. A large bed was in the center of the room, and on it, a box and a note, which she read – HIS handwriting:
“Hello, Little One. I have left you a gift. I would like you to open this and do as instructed. I will return soon. X ~ S.C.”
She sat down on the bed and began to open the box, and as she did so, she saw movement next to her and jumped. It was simply her reflection. She hadn’t noticed previously that the entire bedroom seemed to be covered in mirrors. She took a look around, everywhere she turned she saw herself in a mirror. She looked up, above the old-fashioned 4-poster bed and saw yes, mirrors there too. She was a bit amazed, as this was a very upscale hotel, and this sort of over sexual tone seemed out of place.
Back to the task at hand she opened the box. Inside was a dark, almost black/red lipstick and another note. This one read:
“Please go to the bathroom, slip out of your traveling clothes and put on the dress we have picked out. Wear NO panties; wear the black bra put on the thigh highs and boots. Do your make-up as previously discussed, wearing this lipstick.”
A little confused, she went to the bathroom and noticed another box and note on top of it, it said, ‘Read Me.’ She decided to get dressed first, and once completed she opened the next box. In it was a small, black butt plug, a small bottle of lube and a note:
“Use a dab of lube and place this butt plug into your lovely ass. Then, take the elevator to the bar in the lobby. Go to the bar, order a drink and wait. Do NOT let the plug fall out and do NOT walk with indignity.”
She was extremely aroused at this suggestion. Holding a butt plug in place and walking was quite a feat, but she was confident she could do it. She lifted up her skirt, used a very small amount of lube and pushed it up into her. She instantly felt extremely aroused. She checked herself in the mirror and left for the bar.
Arriving downstairs she noticed the bar was very busy, full of people. She walked to the bar, trying not to look around for Him. She ordered a red wine and sat at the bar. She sipped it slowly, but finished it quicker than she would have liked. She wanted to order another, but the note said ‘a drink’ and she knew that the devil was in the details so she sat there, patient and eager. Men came up to her, asking to buy her drinks, and each time her heart raced, thinking it was Him. She graciously declined, and continued to wait for Him. Almost an hour passes and finally she feels a hand on the small of her back. Without looking around she knows it is Him. He kisses her neck, and nibbles her ear as he sits down next to her. She is afraid to look up, but he takes her chin and forces her eyes to meet his.
“You need to look at me Little One, you know better,” he purred in that sexy, soft voice.
She looked up and met his eyes, she felt instantly secure and comfortable. Smiling, he said, “Oh Little One, you have pleased me very much, you look delightful. I assume everything is as it should be?”
Assuming he was referencing the plug, she responded, ‘Absolutely, Sir.’
He ordered himself a Crown Royal Manhattan on the rocks and her glass of wine. They sat quietly speaking about nothing in particular. She had almost settled in to a sense of comfortableness when his hand landed on her thigh. Then moved up to her INNER thigh. He bent to her and said, ‘Little One, spread your legs for me.’
Her mind raced. She was excited to be able to spread her legs for him in real life, but she was in a very, very crowded bar with many people around her. She wasn't wearing panties and the skirt was short enough that it would show everything if she spread her legs.
“Little One, you need to do this now,” he repeated his command, a little more sternly.
She spread her legs, a little, then a little more. His hand went immediately to her pussy, feeling the smoothness there. He rubbed his index finger over her lips and tapped her clit – she squeaked a bit. She noticed that the businessmen sitting at the table across from the bar were staring – intently – at them. S.C. continued to finger her gently, as she became very wet. He dipped a finger in and a moan came from her throat. She looked down, almost shyly. The couple next to them at the bar looked over, and at this point she didn’t care. She was instantly in her subspace and the only thing that mattered to her at all was pleasing him. She found herself spreading her legs even more, while looking right at Him. He was sipping his drink and playing with her in the most nonchalant manner.
She realized that people were really starting to stare and whisper. She was sure that a better part of the bar was now firmly aware that she was getting fingered. He continued his slow assault on her pussy and she felt herself getting so very, very wet. She was starting to contract her pussy around his fingers – as he now had 2 inserted into her wetness. The butt plug was adding to the sensations. She knew, if he continued on, she was going to cum. He turned her a little more toward the bar, and started to work her clit a little harder; she was starting to shake and was very aroused.
As if sensing this, He leaned in and whispered, “Little One, I know you need to cum. I give you permission to cum now, and I fully expect that you do. Be as quiet as possible.”
He knew darn well that she never came quietly. He WANTED to hear her, and he wanted others to hear her too. He started to work his fingers in and out of her pussy while pinching her clit between his fingers. All the while sipping on his drink. The bartender came up and asked if they needed more drinks and he just waved him away, never stopping his attentions on her. She sat there, legs spread. Skirt up to her crotch, being shamelessly fingered and began to shake, just a bit, and then the orgasm hit. She came in a hot rush, squeezing her legs together over his hand, squeaking and emitting a long, ‘Ooohhhhh…..followed by a quiet fffuuuck’ and when she had come down, he removed his fingers, and brought them to her lips, smearing her lipstick just a bit with them. He grabbed her hand, urged her off the barstool and walked her out of the bar, everyone staring right at them. She didn’t care – not one bit.
Once in the elevator, he took her by surprise, wrapping his hand around her neck and pushing her against the wall of the elevator. He kissed her neck, roughly and brought his hands back up between her legs, thrusting his fingers almost roughly into her. He continued to fuck her until another orgasm ripped through her, his hands sticky with her sweet cum; he again brought them to her mouth and stuffed her fingers into her mouth. As the door opened she was in a state of sweet shock, and she literally floated
back to the room.
Once in the room he took her to the main sitting area and directed her to sit on the couch. He sat down next to her, brushed the hair from her face, and kissed her, passionately. It was their first real kiss and it was fantastic. Her entire body warmed with just the touch of his lips, and this kiss was more intimate than the finger fucking she had just received.
“Little One, you have pleased me immensely. However, I did sense a moment of hesitation when I asked you to spread your legs. You understand that when I ask of you that you are to do what I say? If you do not, you will be punished.”
“Yes, Sir, I am sorry, it is just a bit surreal,” she responded.
“I understand. Why don’t we order in some room service and just sit and talk for a bit,” he remarked.
She sat there, legs crossed, holding his hand and feeling comfortable. A knock on the door and room service was provided. Some more wine, light food and some water. They sat, ate and just interacted. He would touch her intimately on the cheek, neck, arms. He brushed her tits, ran His fingers over her thighs. Just teased her with touches.
“So, Little One, what would you like to do now?”
What she wanted, more than anything, was to see his cock. He had the most magnificent cock. It was big and thick and had the most splendid curve to it. She had fantasized about that cock for nearly a year. She had imagined it on the entrance to her mouth, sitting at her lips, teasing her tongue. She had imagined it sliding down her throat, gagging her, making the most delicious sounds. She had imagined it slapping her face, cheek, clit. She had imagined it sinking into her for the first time, spreading her
wide and stretching her tender pussy in a delicious mix of fullness and yielding softness. Oh yes, that is what she wanted, she wanted to feel his cock on her and in her.
“Sir, can I go to the bathroom before answering that,” she asked, a plan already in her mind.
He sent her off and she went to the bathroom, prepared to answer his question not with words, but with action. She removed her dress and the bra. She stood there, naked in front of the mirror. Her large, firm breasts were flushed. Her practically iridescent skin was flawless except her tattoos and naval piercing. She took the corset from her suitcase and put it on. She was taking a risk by dressing without his permission, but she thought it would be all right. As this corset was underbust, her breasts sat outside of it, as if being presented on tiny shelves of leather. She pulled the strings to the corset as tight as she possibly could, and instantly her waist was cinched in. This corset really did fit her like a glove, and the silhouette was stunning.
Taking a deep breath, she excited the bathroom and walked back to where SC was seated. He looked up at her with definite pleasure in his eyes, and she sunk to her knees between his legs. She looked directly at him and spread his knees apart. Her hands wandered around his legs, first calves, then knees, then thighs, then inner thighs. She noticed his cock stirring in his pants, but she continued to look at him. She moved toward the belt and undid it swiftly, then unzipped his trousers, snaking her hand in just a bit. Feeling the beginnings of his hard on and the way his cock jumped as she touched Him made her instantly wet.
She grabbed the waist of his trousers and pulled up and He lifted his ass to let her remove His trousers and boxers. She deftly did so, never leaving his gaze. His cock was already standing at attention and she loved that she would be able to bring it more to life. She took it gently in her hand and began to squeeze the base, just a bit. Then she ran her fingertips lightly over it, until she reached the head. With each stroke He got harder and harder. She rose up on her knees and hovered over His cock – her heart beating as she was about to take her first taste of His cock. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over his cockhead…..he tasted so good. She started to run her tongue around the base of his shaft – up and down – and finally taking his balls one, then the other, into her mouth. She looked at him as she did this….and his eyes were rolling back in His head. The lovely curve of his cock was very evident, and it made it fun to lick the underside, as his cock literally jumped as she tongued him.
She was about to take His cock into her mouth, when He pushed her away. What? Was she not doing a good job? Confused, she sat back on her heels. He went into the bedroom and she hurt a zipper being unzipped. He returned with a pair of black, fur lined handcuffs and a brown box. He sat back down on the couch and opened the box, it was a cigar box. They had discussed how aroused cigar smoke made her – so her heart jumped just a bit. He clipped the end of the cigar and lit it. Taking that first puff, He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, blowing it down onto her. She shivered to her core. Her pussy was
instantly wet and flowing.
“Little One, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” He asked.
Doing as told, she allowed him to cuff her hands behind her back. Then she turned herself back around to face him. The tightness of her arms behind her made her tits stand out even more. Even though she was very big breasted, they were definitely full and not droopy.
“Now, let’ see what you can do,” He smiled.
She started at his cock head again, licking around the head, sticking her tongue right under His glans. He leaned back, puffed on his cigar and blew the smoke down around her as she teased His cock with her tongue; the effect created almost a cloud around his cock. She was getting very hot smelling the smoke and sucking his cock, she began to work it feverishly and aggressively down her throat. He began to moan…and moan…and she continued to bob her head until she felt it – His hand on her hair, forcing her down, gagging her with His cock. He bucked His hips up and forced His cock into her mouth…the sound was amazing and the spit oooozed down her cheek and chin and dripped onto her
breasts. Finally, in one loud, ‘Mmmmmmmmmmm…..ffffuuuuuuuuccck’ He came, down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed the sweet cum, making sure not to drop a bit of the love juice.
“That was fantastic Little One,” she said, praising her. He put his cigar in the astray and took her by the arm, helping her to her feet. He walked her to the bedroom, hands still tied behind her back. He pushed her, gently, onto the bed and said, ‘put your ass up!’ – and up her ass went. Face down on the bed, hands behind her back, she hear more rustling behind her. Then, she heard the telltale buzzing of Hitachi Vibrator. Her heart jumped.
“Spread those knees,” He commanded.
She did as told and turned her head to one side. It was then that she saw her reflection in one of the many mirrors in the room. There she was, face down, tits hanging, legs spread and He was behind her on the bed. He placed the Hitachi on her pussy…running it around her mound. The feeling was amazingly intense.
“Do NOT cum Little One,” he said, “you must wait until I tell you that you can!”
With that, he placed the wand right on her clit….buzzing away the feeling was intense. The plug STILL in her ass was contracting…..He began to work the plug in and out of her beautiful, full ass while teasing her clit with the wand. She started to shake…the pleasure was too great. She started to move her ass and hips, trying to avoid the wand. He had her training herself not to cum too quickly with direct stimulation, but the reflection in the mirror was too much to take. Watching him working that plug into her ass while teasing her pussy with the wand was achingly erotic. She knew, without a doubt, that she was going to cum.
Just then, he removed the plug and placed His thumb into her asshole, almost picking her up with the pressure he used and then He placed the wand directly on her clit, putting the speed on HIGH. He bent down, ‘cum for me Little One, and don’t be shy about it.’
Cum she did…..
“Ohh…..oh….fuck….I’m….fucking…..cummming……..Sir….pleasedon’t….stop….fucccckkkkk... keep….making……me ……fucking……cum……….AHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Her body shook, her hands forced against the restraints, her hips wide, her knees spread, fucking against the wand she had orgasm after orgasm until the wand was removed…..
She folded down in a heap on the bed…..feeling wired and totally in subspace.
“Now THAT was an orgasm, Little One,” he purred as he removed her restraints and lay down next to her on the bed.
“You know, we have only just begun,” He reminded her. She knew she was about to have the most magnificent experience of her life, and couldn’t wait to continue to please Him.
He didn’t want her to get too relaxed there on the bed, as it always excited Him to know that she was in a constant state of arousal. The phone calls, texts, pictures, suggestions worked like a magic button with her. One little phrase: “Cum for me Little One” – usually rendered the most magnificent orgasm wherever she may have been. Stores, school, family functions – if He said cum, she came.
He stroked her hair and her face. He turned her over onto her back and kissed her. This was the first time that they had met, so He felt it necessary to go backwards to a more formal progression by kissing her passionately. He kissed her nose, her eyes, her forehead and her cheeks. He began to kiss her lips gently, then slightly harder, then with more passion and, yes, aggression. She melted into him and almost forgot where she was. Her entire body tingled. Her nipples became erect, her face flushed, her pussy began to drip with excitement. Her body was arching, her hands started to move instinctively to his cock. That feeling didn’t last, as she was snapped out of it by a painful tweak of her nipple and His hands around her throat. She had gotten too comfortable, and she had forgotten that now, she was HIS. He needed to remind her. He grabbed her hair around His hand and said, ‘sit up, Little one.’
She sat on the edge of the bed as told. He got up and went to the closet, removing a large box wrapped in beautiful paper. He handed it to her, asking her to open it. Inside the box was the most beautiful leather corset with a very light pink ribbon that laced up the front and traditional cross ties in the back. There were also matching thigh high boots. The shiny, black leather was a stark contrast with the flatness of the pink ribbon – it was almost an expression of her inner self – the emotional contrasts of slave and Master.
“When you went to my corseteer, I had him make this for you, Little One,” He said, with obvious sincerity.
“Please take the box and let’s get you into this.”
She was extremely excited. She loved corsets, and the idea that He had chosen this just for her, well, it was intoxicating. She followed Him to the bathroom, where He undid the other corset, dropping it to the floor. He stood there – staring at her – intently, staring at her. He took his hand and raised her chin so she was looking in the mirror at their reflection.
“Little One, you will hold your head up. Submitting to me is a privilege, one you need to show with deference,” He said to her, with loving, yet stern tone. She continued to watch in the mirror.
He began to run his fingers over her body. All over her body. Neck, face, arms, legs, stomach, breasts. He did it slowly and He watched her response in the mirror. When she twitched, He smiled. He took the corset and instructed her to raise her arms, He then encircled her with the corset and had her hold it still while he pulled the laces – HARD. He cinched her so tightly that she almost felt like she couldn’t breathe. She took a deep breath and he pulled HARDER. Her breasts were barely contained under the
soft leather, and her areolas were almost showing.
He turned her around and sat her upon the counter, and pulled the boots out of the box. They were the sexiest boots she had ever seen. He placed them on and laced up the sides. When he got to her thighs, his hands took a detour to her naked pussy. Just the slight brush of his fingertip made her shiver and that made Him very happy. Then, He stood back and looked at her. He didn’t comment, but he made a shallow ‘growl’ which made her heart jump.
He took her hand and led her out to the bedroom again.
“Stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your back,” He instructed.
He grabbed the cuffs off the bed and swiftly cuffed her hands behind her back. Then, he circled around her and slapped her ass – HARD. He moved around the front and tapped her breasts. Back around the rear he slapped her ass again – harder. Finally, he circled around the front and ran his hand between her legs.
“Good, your pussy is wet,” He said, “it had better stay that way!”
Then He smacked her firmly on her pussy with an open palm and she jumped up, just a bit.
“Don’t jump! Stay still,” He instructed.
He again circled around her and smacked her ass, harder. The sting was immediate. Then He circled back around and smacked her pussy again. She didn’t jump. He stood to the side of her and continued to spank her ass, harder and harder until she emitted a small “squeak” then He moved on to the pussy again. First, gentle taps, then harder smacks. She could see His reflection in the mirrors, which just added to the entire experience in a very intense manner.
“Spread your legs further, Little One!”
She did as told and now His whole hand could come up between her legs. He would tap in rapid succession, making sure to hit her clit just right, and soon she felt the build-up of the orgasm. Her pussy was hot with anticipation, and the combination of the erotic feeling of her clit being teased with the slightly painful feeling of the smacking was quickly putting her into frenzy. She knew she was going to cum and so did He. Each smack got a little harder, and now He began to grope her pussy with every, other motion. She felt her pussy beginning to get hot with the soft sting of His punishments. Each time He rubbed her tender clit and followed it up with a smack it was if a lightning bolt was grounded on her pussy.
She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, and she also knew that she had to hold out as long as possible, as not to disappoint Him. Her feet were spread pretty far apart now, and holding herself still was starting to make her thighs ache – a delicious ache. He moved himself around and stood in front of her, looking down at her. She was still much shorter than He, even in the heels. He took His time slapping her pussy hard, right on her clit, while looking right into her eyes. It was incredibly intense.
“Cum, now, Little One,” He said.
She did. Instantly the rush of the release hit her and she felt her legs buckling. She fought the urge to fall to the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she heard the buzzing before she felt it. The Hitachi wand was once again on her clit, making this tremendous orgasm never ending. He literally pushed the wand onto her clit and she felt as if she were going to melt. The orgasms hit one after another – creating an intensely uncomfortable but HIGHLY pleasurable sensation. He had been having her bring herself to continuous orgasms with her own Hitachi, and now she knew why.
After countless orgasms, He removed the wand. He took her hand and walked her closer to the wall mirror so she could see her dripping and bright red pussy.
“That, Little One, is a beautiful thing,” He said, as He gently caressed her tender pussy lips.
Taking her hand, He walked her to the bed. He undid the handcuffs, releasing her hands, and instructed her to lie down on her back. He moved around her pulling something out of the mattresses. She looked in the mirror on the ceiling, above the bed, and could tell that they were restraints that had been hidden under the mattress. He took each hand, each ankle, and securely tied her hands and feet spread apart. He then took a blindfold from the nightstand and affixed it over her eyes. He brushed her cheek and kissed her mouth.
Then, he whispered in her ear, “you are going to beg to be released from those restraints, by the time I am done with you.”
She had to admit, it did cause her a moment of pause thinking about what He had said. The fear – or apprehension rather – was part of the thrill.
She lay there, on the bed, thinking about what was coming next. She never heard Him approach her, but before she knew it she felt His fingers on her pussy – then, pushed inside. She was very wet, very wet indeed, so the sound was truly luscious! He was fingering her with 2 – or maybe 3 – fingers and He was doing it with great intent. She knew what He wanted and she hoped she could give it to Him. He continued His upward and forceful fingering of her tender pussy and soon she felt that build-up that indicated she was going to squirt. She felt the heat rising within her and her entire body was on fire.
She needed to release, and she knew He knew it, as she was writhing and battling against her restraints. She was worried she would cum before He gave her permission, but she also knew once the launch sequence was activated, there was no stopping her.
The fact that she was spread so wide – making her clit taught and tender – was building her up all the faster. All the previous orgasms had primed her pussy like a well-tuned engine. He changed the angle, just a bit, and instantly the fluid started jetting from her pussy, as she came in a loud, hot rush. It was unintentional and nothing she could do would stop it.
“Ffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…….fffffuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” was all she could say as orgasm after orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. She felt the wetness all over her stomach and her thighs. She knew the bed was going to be soaked with her juices. He was undeterred, He continued His fingering of her until she began to whimper, slightly, trying not to fight it off, but finding it impossible to continue at this pace. She wondered if this is what He meant by she would be begging to be let free?
Just then, He stopped. Removed his fingers from her pussy and brought them to her mouth. The taste and smell was magnificent. She felt hot breath on her pussy, and felt His tongue, for the first time, on her hot mound. He lapped hungrily at her clit, making little ‘mmmmmm’ sounds as He did. He was gentle in his touches, almost like his intent was simply to taste her, not necessarily to arouse her more.
He got off the bed, and she lay there, breathless and trembling. Her entire body felt as if she had been wrestling for hours, and indeed, in a way, she had been. She started to nod off in relaxation after such intense orgasms when she sensed Him above her. She felt Him get up on the bed, and straddle her face. She knew, instinctively, what she was going to feel. She was wrong.
She expected his warm, hard cock in her mouth. What she got was hard and COLD. Slick, cold, unyielding. He had gotten her glass dildo that she was told to bring and was forcing it into her mouth. She caressed and licked this toy like it was His cock. She sucked it and gagged on it as it slid down her throat. Just as she got into a rhythm, He removed it and she felt it slide into her pussy. In and out it went, teasing her insides. Then, it stopped.
Finally she felt His cock on her lips. The blindfold was really throwing her for a loop and His intentional change-up with the glass toy had her feeling a bit topsy-turvy – which she was sure was His intent. He began to tease her lips with his cock. In and out of her mouth it went. He was teasing himself with her mouth. Slapping her face with his cock. Tapping the head of it on her lips. Rubbing it on her cheeks, rubbing it across her mouth. Growling as he did so.
“Open your mouth, Little One,” He instructed. She did as told.
He began to slowly, slowly thrust His cock down her warm throat. Hitting the back of her throat, she barely gagged, but the more forcefully He entered her, the more she began to salivate. The thick saliva was drooling out of her mouth, and she could feel the line of spit that went from His cock to her mouth. She wished she could see it. He grabbed her head and pulled her onto His cock.
“Fucking make me cum with your mouth, Little One,” He growled.
She sucked his cock all the way down her throat, licking and sucking with as much verve and pressure as she could muster. She felt his cock begin to throb, and tasted the sweet pre-cum oozing from Him. He sped up His pace and soon felt him go rigid, His cock buried down her throat.
“Ahhhhhhh……ffffuuucccccckkkk…………” He growled, as He emptied His entire load into her
mouth again. He was most certainly enjoying her to the fullest. She licked, sucked and swallowed every bit of His love juice until He withdrew from her mouth.
Her arms were already aching sweetly, and her pussy was throbbing. Making Him cum sent shivers through her entire body. She really did ache to please Him, and so far hoped that she was doing a good job.
She sensed Him back on the bed once again, and felt Him reaching into her corset, pulling her nipples out. He attached a nipple clamp to each nipple, leaving them exposed out of the corset. He then removed her ankles from the restraints but quickly pulled her feet back toward the sides of her face, locking her legs in a spread open, and bent backward, position. It was fairly uncomfortable, even with the flexibility she had.
She felt him then attach a clamp to her clitoral hood as well. This clamp was different, it had TEETH. Her clit was achingly sensitive, so just the act of Him applying the clamp made her wince and squeak. This did not deter Him, as he pulled up on the chains. She heard a rustling and then felt all of the clamps pulled TAUGHT. She wondered how he was pulling all 3 at once as she heard Him leaving the bed. She would find out later, after the blindfold was removed, that He had manufactured a small tripod, that sat above her and the chains could be attached to. This left His hands free, but put constant pressure on the clamps.
She felt his hot breath on her ear, “Little One, just stay here and enjoy the clamps, I will return soon.”
Stay here? Enjoy the clamps? Where was He going, she wondered. She heard the door to the suite open, and then close. She lay there, alone, and VERY aroused again. She had been in a constant state of arousal for most of the day, and wondered how much more she could take. She really wanted to fuck Him – or, to have Him fuck her. She tried to adjust slightly, but any and all movements caused those clamps to pull. She could feel them pulling her large breasts up and holding them tightly. She knew she was to be patient. Everything was a process. Everything was a lesson. Everything was made to make
her submit more fully. Everything was, completely, for Him.
She accepted that eagerly...
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Lucia grinned shyly up at Angelo as she licked his cock clean of the residue of his fluids. With a fatherly pat on her cheek, he guided her up out of his lap, and began to redress himself. He took one last lustfully satisfied look at Lucia’s naked body as she re-wrapped herself in her blanket, and smiled contentedly as he recalled the earth-shattering orgasm she has just brought him to.
“And now that we have had our pleasure, bella, I must attend to business.” Angelo announced with a wry grin of disappointment. “I wish that I could spend eternity with you and your luxurious body, but alas, work beckons.”
Lucia stood in the centre of the room, unsure of what she should do, or where she should go. She wondered if in his mentally addled state, he would leave her alone, giving her the chance to escape. Despite her enjoyment of sucking him off, she was under no false impressions about the likely end this night, and had no intention of going willingly into an early grave. To her disappointment, Angelo went to the door and beckoned, calling for Giovanni.
When his lackey arrived, Lucia overheard Angelo giving him quiet instructions. “Gio, lock her up in the bathroom... separate from the boy... be gentle.” The last part she caught had a severe finality in his voice.
Gio nodded and strode towards Lucia confidently. “Get into the bathroom.” he said, his voice a low rumble.
Lucia meekly led the way, holding her blanket tightly around her body. She shivered in the slightly chill air, and hoped that she would find a way to escape the bathroom once she was left alone. When she entered the bathroom, she paused at the sink and leaned over, cupping her hands under the water flow to take a drink. She rinsed her mouth, trying to remove at least some of the acrid and salty aftertaste of Angelo’s cum from her mouth. Gio looked on with a mocking grin.
“I’ll bet the old man’s cum is pretty potent.” he mused. “The old guy probably hasn’t cum since 1985 HA ” he guffawed at his own joke.
Lucia sincerely doubted that was true, but his cum had been very potent; something she had noticed in a few older men she had sucked over the years; as if their cum became more concentrated over time. She spat one last mouthful of water into the sink, and then moved to sit on the toilet, perching on top of the seat.
“That’s a good girl, now hold still.” Gio commanded, producing several zip ties.
With a surprising speed and dexterity, Gio fashioned two sets of shackles, one for her ankles and the other for her wrists, and zipped them into place. So much for escape, Lucia thought to herself.
“Fuck, Ang doesn’t have bad taste though.” Gio said as he manhandled her body in to position to be tied.
Lucia quickly realized where this line of thinking was headed, and shot Gio a dagger-like stare. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your hands to yourself. I’m Angelo’s property.” Lucia announced, hoping to nip his ill intentions in the bud.
“Is that so?” Gio demanded. “Oh, well then, I guess I better be careful huh?” With a mocking laugh, Gio suddenly reached out and pulled down the front of her blanket where it covered her chest. “Nice tits hunny.” He said with a grin.
“Hands. Off ” Lucia exclaimed, near tears.
“Listen bitch, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll stick my fist in it and claim you were trying to escape. Angelo is busy with work, and you’re going to do what I fucking tell you.” Gio emphasized his statement with a sharp slap across her face, not hard enough to leave more than a pink cheek, but enough to mentally alert her to his violent temper.
He began to knead Lucia’s large breasts with his hands, as tears rolled down her cheeks in reaction to his slap. She found herself growing hot in the face, dismayed and ashamed at the way she was forced to let him treat her.
“That’s better.” Gio said, standing up in front of her. “Now lets see what Angelo was so weak-kneed about when he came to the door.”
Without further elaboration, Gio unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. Lucia held in a smirk as she saw his slightly less than average size, knowing that angering him at this point wouldn’t be wise. He must have caught a glimmer of the thought on her face though, for he suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, and used it as leverage to pull her head towards his musky member.
Lucia gagged slightly at his scent as his hard cock pressed into her face on her left cheek. He had the distinctive odour of testicles that had been sitting in a car and driving all day. Lucia resisted slightly as he tried to guide himself into her mouth, and in response Gio reached down to cup her chin with his other hand.
“Open your fucking mouth slut.” Gio ordered.
Sensing his violence near the surface again, Lucia complied, and found it filled instantly with his short cock. With a pent up aggression that surprised her, Gio immediately began to fuck her face, with gusto. Though he wasn’t long enough to gag her, Lucia found it hard to breathe as Gio buried himself to the hilt, her nose plugged by his stomach, and mouth filled with his cock. She opened her mouth and gasped for air as he pummelled her, and the sounds of wet, sloppy, mouth fucking filled the room as a result.
“Yeah... take it you fucking bitch. Eat my cock. Big enough to choke your slut throat, eh bitch?” Gio asked rhetorically.
Lucia was uncomfortable, but it was far from being the most brutal face-fucking of her life, so she took it all in stride, knowing he wouldn’t last long. She knew his type, all anger and swearing, but without the staying power of your truly dominant sexual male. Gio’s lack of self confidence was to blame for his behaviour, rather than an honest fetish for control and dominance. Proving her right, he stopped taunting as his breathing became more ragged and desperate.
“I’m gonna paint your face, .” Gio managed to gasp between breaths.
Knowing that to protest would be useless, Lucia merely sat still while Gio pulled his cock out of her mouth, still holding her head in place with a grip on her chin. He tilted her face upwards and stroked his cock with his other hand, groaning with finality. At the last second, Lucia closed her eyes as she felt several jets of cum begin to spurt onto her face in distinct strands. The first rope landed from her forehead to her chin by way of her left eye, the next splattered into her hair and forehead. Four more bursts liberally basted her face, landing to cover her nose and right eye as well. She felt the viscous liquid begin to run down her cheeks and onto her shoulders and breasts as Gio gasps and rubbed the head of his cock onto her lips.
“Taste it.” He commanded.
Lucia snaked out her tongue to taste his cock. She was surprised to find that it was much thinner than Angelo’s and actually quite sweet. She licked her lips.
“Good slut. Clean it all up.” Gio ordered, as he began to use his fingers to scoop the cum on her face towards her mouth.
Lucia gagged slightly as she swallowed several more mouthfuls, as the cooling consistency of the semen became less palatable. She sat still while Giovanni used a towel to wipe the rest of her face clear, intent more on covering up the evidence of his transgression more than out of sympathy, she didn’t doubt.
“Thanks.” he muttered as he zipped up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and leaving Lucia alone in the dark.
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The Cabin #1
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Posted:Apr 5, 2015 10:30 am
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This is wonderful.” Steven opined as he snuggled up to Lucia by the fireplace.
“Mmm it definitely is.” she responded, sinking herself deeper under the blanket they had brought over to lay on the floor before the fire.
The young couple had rented the isolated cabin far from town for a reason. Although they had been dating only a few months, the couple shared a love of escaping the city and spending quality time alone. He had won her over after a long campaign in the workplace; Steven, the consummate gentleman, emphasis on the gentle. Though he was very different from her usual ‘type’, Lucia loved having him make her breakfast in the morning or rub her feet at night. Though many of her baser sexual urges were left unfulfilled, Lucia liked him enough that she was willing to overlook it, at least for the short term.
Though she was feeling more than a little aroused by the romantic setting, Lucia kept her hands to herself, knowing that her as the aggressor had a tendency to emasculate Steven. She sighed, knowing that after the blowjob she had given him in the car on the ride up to the cabin, he would be totally drained, and uninterested in sex until at least the next afternoon. She resigned herself to an intimate cuddle instead, and planted a kiss on his cheek before drifting off to sleep.
At some point in the night, they both awoke, cramped from the hard floor, and moved into the bedroom of the cabin to sleep through the rest of the night. Lucia was not asleep long before she was awakened by a noise. Unsure of what it was, she lay in bed listening intently. Suddenly she recognized it, the sound of a car engine, pulling up very near the cabin. Knowing there wasn't another town or settlement around for twenty miles, Lucia wondered who could possibly be arriving at their quiet retreat at three in the morning. She gently shook Steven awake, and got up to investigate.
Confused and mildly alarmed, Lucia wrapped a blanket around her naked curves before walking to the bedroom window to peer out between the blinds. Steven stood back nervously, asking what she saw. “Nothing, just lights.” Lucia replied, straining for an angle that would allow her to see what was happening. Walking as swiftly as the swathe of blankets would allow, Lucia moved to the main room of the cabin to look out the front window and get a better view.
As they walked, Steven trailing a few feet behind Lucia, the distinctive sound of several doors closing in succession rang out from the front of the cabin. Lucia crossed the remaining distance to the window quickly, and swept the curtain aside. She let out an involuntary yelp of alarm, as she saw three men, two of them large burly goons, just outside the front door and approaching quickly. They came up short as they noticed the pale skin of her face and arms peering out of the window, highlighted by the moonlight against the background of the darkened room.
“What is it?” Steven asked, the nervousness unconcealed in his voice.
“Bolt the door Quickly ” Lucia commanded, thinking fast. Hearing her through the glass, one of the men bounded quickly forward, reaching the door mere moments before the hesitant Steven, and kicking it open with a resounding *BANG*. The unfortunate Steven managed to scuttle backwards before the door caught him with its full force, but was still left standing holding an injured hand when the two bigger men entered the room. Lucia backed away from them slowly, towards Steven, trying to place the couch between them.
“What are you doing here?” She demanded, her voice wavering, just as the smaller man entered the room.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied confidently. By the moonlight shining in the front door she could make out few features, but enough to see that he was an older man, though still upright and with a very confident bearing. The silver streaks in his hair gleamed in the low light, and she could tell from just the cut of his overcoat that it was expensive.
“We've rented this cabin for the night.” Steven attempted to protest. “You can have it when we leave in the morning...”
“I think not.” The old man cut him off. “We have business here tonight, and we will be completing it.”
“Then we will get out of your way.” Lucia offered. “We’ll jump in the car and go.”
“Again, I think not.” He replied. “The nature of our business is not one which I would like to have the police preemptively interrupt.”
“But we wouldn't report it Just a misunderstanding in the booking of the cabin I’m sure ” Steven exclaimed.
“Alas, I cannot count on your cooperation.” The old man replied. “It appears you two are merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Lucia shivered at his tone, so cold and calculating. Despite the unexpected presence of the young couple, he seemed utterly unperturbed, and seemed to already have developed a plan in his mind to continue despite them. Steven babbled in fear as the two henchmen walked toward him at a motion from the older man’s hand.
“Calma riggazo. Calma.” The old man shushed. “You are not going to be harmed. You must simply be our guests for tonight, and as long as you stay quiet and do nothing stupid, you will leave in the morning without incident.”
“How do we know if you’re telling the truth?” Steven blurted out petulantly.
“Ah. You do not. But as I see it you have little choice but to trust me, capire?” The older man spoke this sentence with a tone of finality that conveyed further protests would not be met as kindly. “And now,” he followed up “you sir, will go with my associate Paulo, and he will secure you in the next room. Do not struggle, and he will not harm you. If you do...” He let that thought linger in the air as Paulo approached Steven.
“What about Lucia?” Steven asked weakly, as if compelled by societal ideals to at least inquire after her safety.
“She will not be mistreated. We will keep you separate only to prevent you from trying to plot escape. Now go.” This time he was less than cordial in his command, and Paulo grasped Steven firmly by the arm just about his right elbow, leading him away. Steven looked back over his shoulder only once, locking eyes with Lucia and shrugging helplessly.
“What a gallant hero.” Lucia muttered to herself, pondering Steven’s less than virtuous defense of her honor.
“What was that?” The old man asked, eyes now taking in Lucia’s silhouette in the darkness.
“Nothing.” Lucia replied. “Which room will I be locked in?”
“Not so fast, not so fast ” The old man protested with a grin, half hidden in the shadows. Snapping his fingers at the remaining thug, the old man indicated a lamp on the coffee table. Deftly pulling out a matchbook, the man lit the lamp, and a warm orange flame flickered to life, bathing the room with its glow.
Lucia blinked as the light strained her eyes. Taking a better look now, she saw that the old man had a lined face, with the consistency of leather from years spent in the sun. His face had a hard edge that made him looked older than his years, which Lucia guess at early-60s. When he smiled, as he was now while he appraised her in return, his face cracked with a spider web of wrinkles. Despite his age and hard looks, there was still something decidedly attractive about him, Lucia determined, likely a result of his self-assured confidence and the air of dignity with which he held himself.
“Ah. This is much better, in the light.” the old man said with his cracked grin. “So bella, tell me, what is your name?”
Lucia paused before answering. She felt as if he was testing her, and she had the distinct feeling that her answers could effect the outcome of this night, and make the difference between her escaping alive and well, or... the alternative.
“Lucia.” She replied curtly, meeting his gaze.
“Oh What a beautiful name ” the old man exclaimed. “And tell me, bella Lucia, where is your family from in Italy?”
Lucia was slightly taken aback by his question. Did he already know something about her, or was it mere an educated guess. Seeing her hesitation, he probed further.
“I ask because you have the beautiful curves of an Italian woman ” he said with gusto. “Not Sicily though, or the north. You have the look of a southern bella ” he flourished his guess with a lewd wink and a confident smile.
Lucia, mildly bewildered, stammered to answer. “You’re right, my family actually comes from Taranto. I have only visited once though, as a .”
“What a shame You would make an excellent statue on the beaches, sunbathing that magnificent form of yours ”
Lucia blushed at his over-the-top compliments and looked at the floor, not wanting to spur him on. By now, Paulo had returned from the bedroom, and he and the other goon stood watching, leering as the old man questioned Lucia.
“Oh come bella You cannot be as shy as all that A beautiful Italian woman like you knows how irresistible she is She exists only to torment men with her sultry gaze and spectacular curves ”
At his comment about her curves, Lucia held the blanket closer to herself, suddenly very aware of her nakedness underneath it. Oh a warm summer night in the un-air conditioned cabin, she had slept in the nude, and was now regretting that choice. She did not respond, but stood looking uncomfortable and nervous before the old man.
“Oh but how rude of me ” He exclaimed. “I have not yet introduced myself to you. You may call me Mr Barroni, or Angelo if you prefer. After all, we will be spending the entire evening locked in this cabin together No need to stand on formalities.”
He reached out his hand, offering it to her. Shuffling forward a step, Lucia reached one hand out, her other grasping the blanket tightly to her neck. She was surprised, when rather than simply shaking it, he grasped it in both hands and bent low, planting a wet kiss on the back of her hand. He held on, and looked up at her, his aged lips still hovering over her knuckles.
“Ah, what a pleasure to meet such a stunning young Italian girl, bella Lucia. Your complexion is so perfect, your hands so soft. You invigorate me ” He added, with a lusty grin.
Lucia chose to ignore the implications of his last comment, and shuddered inwardly at his advances. Determined not to show weakness, she attempted, and failed to maintain an imperial gaze downwards at him. He facade broke as she flinched while he launched a second barrage of kisses on her hand and wrist, kissing up higher than decorum would normally allow. Determined to set boundaries, Lucia tugged her hand away gently. He looked up and met her gaze, a mocking hurt look on his face.
“Thank you for the compliments. They are very kind.” she began. “You are a gentleman. Lets keep it that way.”
“Oh-ho You have fuoco, the fire in your belly.” he grinned widely, seeming to approve of her attitude. “You are a strong lady in public, yes? And then in private...” he grinned even wider, his face a mask of cracking lines.
“Which room do you want me to stay in while you do your... business?” Lucia asked again, this time with a tone of finality. She was desperate to remove herself from the situation, and hoping that out of sight, she would remain out of mind until his business was completed. She could only hope and pray that after that, she and Steven would be released unharmed.
“There is no rush, bella.” he responded with a wave of his hand. “Paulo and Giovanni are more than capable of handling the details while we chat for a while. Besides, I would not deprive myself of the opportunity to enjoy the fortuitous luck of your company.” He added with a wink.
Lucia stood awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. Not wanting to do anything that might provoke his baser passions, she gripped the blanket tightly around herself and shivered despite its warmth. She kept her eyes low, and glanced around only briefly while Paulo and Giovanni appeared to get to work, unpacking equipment from duffel bags, and making a quick search of the room with some sort of electronic wand. She almost stifled her gasp as she saw Paulo pause to place a large pistol on an end table while he crouched on the floor and unzipped another bag. Angelo’s eyes lit up at her surprise, and he grinned widely at her.
“Do not be nervous, bella. As I said, you will not be harmed. This is only for our self defense, in case our associates choose to do business in a less than ethical manner.”
Lucia gulped and nodded, returning her gaze to the floor. Angelo seemed content to merely stare at her from where he had seated himself on the couch while the other two men worked, taking her in with his lingering gaze. Wordlessly, Paulo and Giovanni headed outside, and Lucia heard the car doors opening and closing as they worked. Now alone in the room with Angelo, Lucia looked up again briefly, eyeing the bedroom door for any sign of movement from Steven. Silence and stillness reigned, and Lucia began to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As if reading her thoughts, Angelo injected.
“Your friend; boyfriend? No matter. He is alive. Paulo would not go against my word and harm him. He is merely bound and gagged to prevent any untimely outbursts or foolish attempts at heroism. Though from that one, I would not expect any.” He added with a smirk.
Lucia blushed slightly at the implied criticism of Steven, but given his behavior so far that night, she really couldn't disagree with Angelo’s assessment. Steven hadn't proven much use in a crisis.
“Enough about him though my bella Lucia.” Angelo showed his teeth in a pseudo-smile as Lucia looked up to meet his gaze. “I have decided. I must have a better look at what you are hiding beneath your blanket.”
Lucia’s mouth moved, but no words came out. Her mind raced furiously for a way out of the situation, to no avail. Angelo merely watched her internal struggle, clearly both amused and pleased to see her so flustered. His tone had conveyed no room for argument or negotiation. It was a statement of intent.
“There is no use in stalling young lady.” Angelo said in a calm, even tone that conveyed his cold logic with a harsh certainty. “I have all night, and you really do have no choice. I would much rather enjoy this time alone with you, rather than be forced to have Paulo and Giovanni encourage your participation.”
His use of the word ‘encourage’ in a threatening way sent shivers down her spine, as she realized how easily it rolled off his tongue. She did not doubt that he was both capable and experienced at ‘encouraging’ people to do what he wished. Lucia felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, and in feeble protest, her hands reflexively gripped the blanket even tighter about her. She shook her head in a silent refusal, even while her mind realized what the logical end to this would be.
“Unfortunately, bella Lucia, refusal is not an option available to you.” Angelo’s face took on a much harder look now, his weathered face shifting from his thus-far constant smile to a narrow-eyed look of intensity. “Now. As I said, I want to have a look at those luxurious curves. Lower the blanket, slowly. I want you to tease me, and show me that innate style and grace of your Italian blood.”
Lucia trembled with fear and rage, wanting so badly to defy the arrogant old man, but knowing that she could not bear to live with the consequences. Though the thought of making the choice sickened her, Lucia knew she would far rather be ogled and groped by Angelo than be beaten and used by his goons. With shaking hands, she slowly loosened her grip on the top of the blanket, and then let it fall away from her chest.
Lucia didn't raise her eyes, even when she heard Angelo’s sharp intake of breath in response to her unleashed breasts. Looking down, she saw her own large round globes, bathed in the orange glow of the candle. Her nipples slowly hardened as they were exposed to the cool night air, and the flickering light cast long shadows into her cavernous cleavage. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and raised her eyes.
The old man sat, eyes wide, smiling ear to ear as he took in the creamy complexion of her 36 D’s, wondering at her dark pink nipples, areolas the size of quarters with a nearly dime sized hardening nub in the middle. He found his mouth watering, and licked his lips as he staring intently. He nodded his approval.
“As I said. You are a perfect specimen. The prototypical Italian goddess. To see you on the beach, lounging before a crowd of young men, would be divine.” he gushed. “And now, I show me more Show me your wondrous hips and thighs and bum ”
Resigned, and disgusted, let go of the blanket all together. I fell in a swirling pattern as it slid from her shoulders, tumbling down off the curve of her hip and onto the floor around her feet like a puddle. She stood, in all her naked glory, bare in the lamp-light. The slight tremor of nervousness in her legs translated into a general quaking of her curvaceous body, setting her tits, love handles, and butt a-quiver. Placing her right hand on her hip, Lucia thrust her hips to one side, and stood staring into Angelo’s eyes. Spur of the moment, Lucia decided to appease the old man, and play up to his game in the hopes that he would be quickly satisfied. She grimaced with satisfaction as she saw his jaw drop, and his face momentarily lose its air of superiority and confidence in the face of her spectacular showing.
“Dio santo...” Angelo whispered to himself, his hand twitching reflexively as if to cross himself after a lifetime of Catholic upbringing. “Che bella regazza, you are a truly magnificent woman.”
While Angelo watched, awestruck, Lucia began to pose for him, shifting her weigh from side to side with her hips, locking eyes with him, and puckering her lips. She strained to hold in tears and maintain her composure as she debased herself for his enjoyment. Reaching above her head, she piled her long brown hair on top of it, holding it there with both hands, accentuating her breasts with the position. She paused for some time there, shaking her tits slightly from side to side, their heavy fullness swaying in time with her hips.
“Come closer.” Angelo urged in a deep insistent voice. “Come closer so I can see you better.”
Hesitantly, Lucia took a couple paces closer, carefully stepping out of the blanket piled at her feet. She could see that Angelo was now breathing deeply and rapidly, and a bead of sweat was visible on his brow. He paused his leering for a moment, just long enough to remove his over coat and suit jacket, so that he sat in an expensive dress shirt and slacks, a bulge now clearly visible in the front of his crotch. Not bad, for an old fella, Lucia mused sardonically.
Standing a foot away from where he was slouched down on the couch, Lucia felt powerful, as even at 5'7" she found herself towering over the seated old man. The feeling was a fleeting one, as Paulo came back in through the Cabin’s front door. Looking back over her shoulder in alarm, Lucia saw him pull up short and stare are her wide bare bum that was facing him.
“Wow boss, you really didn't waste any time here did ya?” Paulo asked with a loud guffaw.
Angelo’s anger was as instantaneous as it was ferocious. Sensing Lucia’s discomfort with his presence, and enraged by Paulo’s familiar tone, Angelo let loose a torrent of profanity in Italian, gesturing for Paulo to leave at once.
“Testa di cazzo Get out ” Angelo shouted with a final flourish of his hands towards the door.
Paulo quickly retreated under the intensity of his boss’s anger, sheepishly returning outside to the front of the cabin. Turning his gaze back to Lucia, he smiled.
“You see bella, there is no need to fear. You continue to play nice and I will protect you from gorillas like Paulo. That philistine could never truly appreciate your beauty anyway. He was born here in North America, and likes his silly bleach blonde sluts. No respect for a real woman. And what a woman ” Angelo exclaimed, taking in Lucia’s body for the hundredth time.
“So if I do what you ask, you promise you will not give me to them?” Lucia asked, looking for reassurance.
“Never ” Angelo proclaimed. “As long as you are mine, I would never let them touch you.”
“Thank you.” Lucia said, in sincere gratitude. While she certainly did not revel in what she was doing for the old man... wait. Was that the truth? Was she secretly enjoying playing young goddess for Angelo? The moisture Lucia felt building between her legs would say maybe, but it was so wrong
Lost in thought, Lucia did not see Angelo’s hands reach forward until she felt his rough, callused fingers grasp her full breasts, one in each hand. She gasped aloud as he began to use his strong, thick fingers to knead her soft tits, squeezing them and hefting them him his grasp. Lucia bit her lip to stifle a moan. She was enjoying some part of this In confusion, she forgot herself for a moment, and let a small sigh escape her lips. Angelo’s eyes went from her chest to her face in a flash, locking with her own.
“Ah bella, now we are seeing the real you The untamed sexual animal Do not be ashamed. Enjoy it ” he urged, pinching her hard nipples sharply between his thumbs and forefingers. Lucia moaned involuntarily, and pushed her chest forward, subconsciously willing him to keep going, and roughly play with her breasts.
Lucia bit her lip again, this time because she was overwhelmed with the sensations of his hard play on her tits. Angelo’s rigid hands were extremely powerful from a lifetime of labor, and she reveled in the feeling of a real man squeezing her tits, so unlike the way that Steven tenderly caressed them. Pinching her nipples, squeezing the whole tit, and even lightly slapping them, Angelo made Lucia moan aloud though his ministrations.
While still playing with her tits, Angelo gave Lucia instructions on what she was to do next. Without even consciously deciding to obey, Lucia found herself turning around. It was only as Angelo stopped rubbing her breasts that she became fully self aware, as she faced away from him and bent over, presenting her pussy to him at face level.
“Oh bella Lucia, I can smell your sex already ” Angelo said joyously. “You are truly a perfect woman, to be so aroused by a wrinkled old man like me.” he added with a wink.
Bent over as she was, Lucia became embarrassed to realize she could smell her pussy’s arousal as well. Her embarrassment was short-lived, and she bit her lip yet again, hard this time, as Angelo’s strong hands began to slowly knead her ass cheeks. Much like he did with her tits, the old man worked deep into her flesh with his fingers, almost giving a deep tissue massage to her ass. Lucia’s legs trembled with pleasure and she grabbed onto her ankles as she struggled to stay upright. Looking between her own legs, she watched Angelo’s fascinated expression as he played with her. Lucia opened her legs a little wider, and he took the hint, sliding one hand down between her legs, where he gently grazed her short-trimmed pubic hair before cupping his hand over her entire slit.
“I can feel the heat from your pussy.” Angelo announced. “You are as hot inside as you are on the outside, bella. And as wet as a rain-forest ”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Lucia let out a long low moan as he began to put pressure on her pelvis from below, pressing on to her pussy hard, without actually penetrating it. “Oh my god ” she exclaimed, drawing blood as she bit her bottom lip yet again.
Gone mad with pleasure, Lucia wasn't even aware that Angelo had stood up until she heard him unzip. Looking between her knees, she saw Angelo’s pants drop to the floor, his belt hitting the hard wood with a jingle. Thinking quickly, before he moved on to the next step, Lucia turned around in a flash, and threw herself to her knees on the floor on front of the old man, trying to make it appear as if her legs had given out at last.
In a deep husky voice, she blurted out, “I want to taste your cock ” before grasping at Angelo’s briefs like a tigress.
“Yes bella Show me how well you know how to use the male member. Use those thick succulent lips and pleasure me ” Angelo urged.
Wasting no time, Lucia pulled his briefs down to the floor to join his pants, and examined his dick with interest. Like the rest of him, Angelo’s dick was dark toned, with what looked like a permanent tan. Even his dick looks weathered, Lucia thought as she reached up to gently stroke it. He was about three quarters hard, his cock thick and heavy looking, but still soft to the touch. His loose foreskin slid back easily as she began to softly stroke the base, revealing a large purple head beneath its folds. She lightly tickled his balls with her free hand, feeling them pulse up and down as she stroked. His balls were larger than average, but hung very low in their sack, gravity haven taken its toll over the years. All told, his cock matched him perfectly, and if its better years were behind it, it still looked powerful, exuding a masculine odor that was distinctive, but not unpleasant.
“Put it in your mouth my bella puttana Italiana.” Angelo commanded. “Succhiare il cazzo, bella Lucia.”
Lucia ignored him, and continued to slowly explore his cock. It began to grow harder now, becoming a rigid shaft in her hand. Lucia licked her lips and watched it grow to it’s full impressive seven inches. Although not the longest cock she had ever held, it was certainly close to the thickest, seeming almost comically wide by comparison to its length. Despite being fully hard, his foreskin remained loose, something Lucia had never seen before. As she stared, she saw the flaring slit on his head begin to ooze precum, the clear liquid flowing to drip in a long line, slowly towards the floor.
Stretching out her long tongue, Lucia leaned in and caught the droplet before it hit the ground. Angelo groaned as he watched her savor her first taste of his cock juice. She licked her lips, and make a satisfied smacking sound, exaggerating her enjoyment of it for his pleasure. Lucia raised her face higher, so that it was directly underneath Angelo’s cock as she continued to stroke it. As the next bead of precum formed, she remained where she was, looking up into his eyes as this drop leaked out, and dangled from the tip of his cock before coming to rest in a line from her top lip to the bridge of her nose. She massaged his balls wit her free hand, juggling them back and forth in her palm, never breaking eye contact. Angelo moaned again as a third heavy stream of precum surged from his cock to splatter onto Lucia’s face. He shook with the pressure he already felt building in his balls, causing the line to waver and splash in drops all over her cheeks and forehead.
Unable to stand the strain of her teasing any further, Angelo fell backwards onto the couch, slouching down so that his balls dangled just at the edge near Lucia’s face. Lucia leaned in closer, never ceasing her slow, steady stroking of his cock. She pointed it straight up in the air, and watched breathlessly as his precum began to cascade down the length of his cock, globs of it escaping his foreskin on every down stroke. She was amazing at the sheer volume of it, and the fact that it nearly matched the amount produced by her once-lover Jim Bean. It flowed like a faucet, lubricating her stroking hand, and giving off the pungent aroma of male sex. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Lucia leaned in to plant an unbelievably sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, smearing his fluid all over her lips in the process.
“Ohhhh yes bella. That’s it. Kiss my fat Italian cazzo. Rub my seed all over your face.”
This time Lucia followed orders to the letter, and leaving her mouth open with her bottom lip stuck out, she began to baste her face in his sticky precum. Lucia slathered her face in it, rubbing the leaking head of his cock all over her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, neck, and even chest. It dripped and ran in places, and stuck like glue in others. She began to slap his heavy and oozing cock off of her big round breasts as she stroked him, unleashing still more precum. Angelo was practically comatose now, his eyes open only in tiny slits that watched her whenever his eyes weren't rolling back into his head with ecstasy.
At long last, Lucia slowly lowered her lips again to the head of his cock. Pulling back his foreskin all the way with her hand, Lucia exposed the shining head of his cock and opened her mouth wide, moving downwards to encompass it in her warm wet mouth. Angelo shuddered and for once was at a loss for words. Lucia held her lips loosely around his cock, and sluiced her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel her hand begin to prune as she stroked his soggy cock in time with her bobbing mouth, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with her tongue.
Taking advantage of his extra skin, Lucia ran her tongue in circles inside of it as she sucked, slathering the head of his cock underneath. At this, Angelo’s eyes shot open, and he let out a manly wail of pleasure and surprise. He began to murmur under his breath, though Lucia caught only bits and pieces of what he said. She kept at her work, swallowing down his precum by the mouthful, actually struggling for the first time ever with a blowjob that felt too wet. She hadn't thought that a possible adjective for a blowjob, but as Angelo’s cock continued to pump out copious quantities of the liquid, she found herself swallowing over and over to keep her mouth free enough to suck. Already a sodden puddle had formed under his balls as they practically ran with precum and saliva from Lucia’s cavernous mouth.
“Oh yes. Oh bella puttana Lucia. Oh YES ” With a final exclamation, Angelo suddenly surged upwards with his big fat cock, grabbing the back of Lucia’s head in both impossibly strong hands, and holding it place while he thrust upwards into her mouth.
Lucia coughed and gagged simultaneously, struggling to cope with the sudden change of pace and depth. The immense girth of his cock staggered her as he pummeled her face choking her without mercy. Finally, after less than a minute of his onslaught, his hands eased off, and he resumed petting her head lovingly, whispering dirty endearments at her in English and Italian. Lucia pulled herself off of his cock, gasping for air, saliva pouring over her bottom lip and running down her neck and chest.
Thinking quickly, and wanting to avoid being strangled to death by his huge cock, Lucia decided to use the saliva and precum covering everything around her to her advantage. Moving in closer to his lap, Lucia hefted her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them together around his upright cock. Holding them firmly together, Lucia began to slide her chest up and down on his dick, fucking him with her tits. She moaned as he reached up to pinch her nipples while she titty fucked him, her sopping-wet breasts gliding effortlessly up and down his length. Angelo began to grunt as he watched, his breathing coming in ragged gasps, wheezing from his chest. He scrabbled with his hands for the back of her head, wanting to impale her on his cock once again, but lacking the fine motor skills required to do so as he found himself teetering on the brink of sexual insanity.
“I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.” Lucia announced lustily. “I want you to give me your load, pump it onto my tongue, let me taste your manly seed.”
“Yes bella.” he replied. “Yes, eat it all. Eat it all. Eat all my cum.”
Letting go of her breasts, Lucia slid seamlessly back down to fuck his cock with her mouth, pushing herself to the limits of her endurance, taking him as deep as she could handle before coming up for air. Her nostrils flared as she picked up the pace, her chest heaving with the strain. She stroked his cock with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, putting gentle pressure on their sensitive underside. She felt his balls tighten, and his cock pulse. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and his hands clenched and unclenched in her hair. His legs began to straighten and squirm as if trying to escape his body, and Lucia prepared herself for the inevitable flood of cum.
No amount of mental preparation could truly have gotten Lucia ready for the surge of cum that followed. Angelo’s load went from zero to sixty in one second flat; one moment Lucia was pressing his cock head against her throat opening, gagging on its girth; the next she was coughing up and entire mouthful of cum that seemed to have exited his cock like a cannon shot, all at once. Cum spewed out the edges of her mouth all over Angelo’s stomach as he grunted and heaved, thrusting himself wildly towards her throat. Two much smaller shots of semen followed, both of which Lucia was able to handle and swallow down in quick succession. Her stomach gurgled in protest at the amount of cum and precum she was swallowing, but Lucia kept her mouth glued to Angelo’s cock, milking out the last drops.
Slowly, the old man’s breathing began to return to normal, as Lucia continued to suckle at his now softening cock. His eyes began to open and again, and he ran his fingers through her hair gently, caressing her scalp. Locking eyes with her while her lips remained wrapped around her cock he made a heartfelt confession.
“Bella Lucia, that... was incredible. I have not cum in a woman’s mouth, or from a woman’s mouth since I was . You make me feel like a young man again, and if I was one, I would be fucking you again this instant.”
Lucia briefly took her mouth of his soft, yet still thick cock to answer briefly. “Your cock is amazing and it is a shame that you haven’t been treated properly in so long. No man of mine would ever have to wait so long.”
“Oh bella puttana, I believe you.” Angelo answered in earnest. “I think if you were mine you would send me to an early grave... but what an exit ” he added with a feeble grin and a wink.
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Dorm Room
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Posted:Mar 8, 2015 9:53 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 4:30 am
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“Get on your knees!” he said, pushing me down by the shoulder. I heard the rustling of material as he removedhis clothing.
“Suck my cock now, you bitch!” He gripped my hair forcefully and proceeded to shove his erect penis in my mouth.
“I said suck my cock bitch! I want that whole thing down your throat! Open your mouth wider! No teeth! If I feel your teeth, I will beat you like you’ve never been beat before” He pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I struggled to open my throat wider, not wanting to stoke his anger. I began gagging and retching which only seemed to enrage him.
“If you throw up on my cock, I’ll beat you the crap out of you! Now start sucking! I want it all the way down your throat!". Fear was coursing through my body, every nerve standing on edge. Suddenly, he pulled himself away. I kneeled there not daring to move, saliva from gagging, cool on the side of my mouth.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I want you to swallow the whole thing bitch! You can’t take it? A like you can’t swallow a whole cock?"
He then guided his huge cock inside me, which instinctively sent enormous waves of pleasure throughout my body.
“Now fuck me. Fuck me like the little slut you are!” I began moving up and down along the shaft of his cock. I felt the sexual tension and pleasure beginning to build. My hands went down and touched his chest. As soon as I felt his skin, I realized my mistake and jerked my hand back but it was to late. I felt another sharp sting to my cheek, this one literally taking my breath away.
I resumed sliding up and down his very erect cock with long, purposeful strokes, rising and falling from the very tip to the base of his shaft.
I am going take my paddle and spank you like you never have been spanked before. It is going to hurt and you will cry and scream in pain! Now do it bitch! Cum!"
He grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head and like earlier, pushed my head deep into the pillow, his hand then straightening out but still pushing me with just as much force. Again, I frantically turned it sideways to catch my breath as he shoved his hard cock deep inside my still wet, freshly pleasured pussy. Pleasure once again, exploded throughout my body. I felt the entire weight of his body squarely on top of me, in a symbolic act displaying his complete domination over me, as he once again took hold of my hair. He pumped into to me ferociously and it was then I knew he was possessed by the same demons as I. Then with one final pounding, thrust, he released those demons deep inside me. I felt the weight of his body soften as he lay motionless on top of me.
Just when I began to bask in the warmth and texture of his body blanketing mine, he sat up with a quickness that startled me. I turned slowly turned over onto my back, desperate for a clue to what his next actions may be. I didn’t remove my blindfold or even dare to ask permission for fear it would anger him. He picked up my hand and gave me a glass of water. I thanked him. He said nothing, just took the glass back and put it on the nightstand.
I heard the rustling of clothes followed by footsteps and the door opening and shutting. He was gone.
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Forbidden
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Posted:Feb 8, 2015 8:24 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 4:30 am
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Soon she began to feel that he wasn't stroking her bottom simply to soothe her pain. Despite the bruises, he was enjoying the sight and feel of her gorgeous backside. His fingers lovingly traced the smooth round contours from her lower back - he kept the damned ' stamp' covered with her pj top - as her perfect cheeks curved up and out, on down to the tops of her muscular thighs then inward following the crease to her center, the center of the universe, where life begins, and where it's made worthwhile. Where even with her legs closed her upper thighs separated to show him a glimpse of her outer lips. He lightly brushed her mons with his finger tips before following the deep cleft up to begin again, each time lingering a little longer at her outer lips and pressing a little deeper to caress the puckered bud of her anus.
She was slowly spreading her legs and tilting her hips, pressing her knees down into the mattress and pushing her bottom up trying to capture his maddening fingers and delay them in their travels. She had to bite her lip to stifle the moans he was inducing.
Did he know how crazy he was making her? She looked up at him; he seemed to be in a trance, his eyes glazed. He was mesmerized by the sight of his hands caressing his 's beautiful bare bottom. His hand traveled down her thigh and then back up inside where he slid his finger up the slit of her vagina.
She gasped then, she couldn't help it. But it broke the spell and he was like a man awakening from a dream and not exactly sure where he was.
"Um, well, I uh, it's late. I'd better go to bed. You uh, you go to sleep now, sweetheart."
He got up and bent to kiss her. Straightening up, she got a brief glimpse of the bulge in his pj pants where his fully erect cock was pushing against the material.
As soon as he closed the door, her hands went underneath her to her needy pussy. She tried to recreate the movements of her daddy's hands as they traveled over her vulva. Her mind drifted back to the spanking. Not the actual paddling of her bottom, that hurt like hell. But it was exciting thinking about how she had lowered her pj pants and laid herself submissively over his lap, asking to be punished. How her hands and toes were touching the floor and how her ass was raised for him. How he had pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposing her ass and her sex to her father. She remembered the pressure in her belly and pubic arch as she laid over his legs.
Then her thoughts returned to the biker; his eyes, the taste of his lips, cock and his pre-cum. How he had bent her over to fuck her from behind and how his thick cock had pushed it's way deep inside her to plunder the tender flesh.
Her head on the pillow, Amy raised up on her knees, her ass in the air. She inserted a finger into her pussy. Then another and a third and a fourth, approximating his thickness. She imagined him behind her, how he had roughly spread her wide, his hands on her hips controlling her as he pumped his cock into her again and again and again, his balls slapping her clit. She worked her hand, sopping wet now, in and out of her pussy while her other reached around to find her anus. She pressed a finger into the tight little hole just as he had done and had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out as she came, the palm of her hand filling with her own inner juices. She shook violently as spasms of orgasm overcame her. When they finally subsided, she fell over sideways on the bed panting and holding her crotch as if to keep the warm feeling inside.
The fullness of her bladder was keeping her from falling asleep and, after trying to ignore it for several minutes, Amy got up and padded down the hall into the bathroom. Sitting on the seat was too painful so she squatted over it and peed. Finishing up she heard the unmistakable sound of squeaking bedsprings coming from the other side of the bathroom wall - her father's room. Leaving the toilet unflushed she tiptoed to his door. It was slightly ajar but not enough for her to see inside. She pushed it with her fingertip and it opened a few inches and she was able to see her father lying in bed with the blue/white light of the moon illuminating him. His hand was moving beneath the sheet and his expression was one of intense concentration.
Just then he threw off the sheet and she clearly saw his hand gripping his hard penis and pumping vigorously, his other hand pinching and stroking his nipple.
Amy had never watched a man masturbate before and was fascinated. She was also excited, certain that her father was scratching an itch her own body had created when he was rubbing her bottom and touching her pussy, however briefly. Was he imagining her sucking him or was he fucking her? Was he on top, or was she? Maybe he was taking her from behind? Her pussy began to tingle with the thought that her father's imagination was filled with images of her. She saw him stiffen then and an expression that she could only describe as intense agony washed across his face. His hips lifted off the bed and a strangled moan escaped his lips;
"Angela! Oh God!"
She watched as a long rope of white cum shot up to his chest. It was followed by a second and a third. He continued pumping his cock hard until it was drained and he collapsed back onto the bed.
She quietly tiptoed back to her room and got in bed her eyes burning with salty tears of sympathy for him. It was such a lonely thing to watch. The cum that should have splashed deep inside his wife, the orgasm that she would have been pleased to induce and which might have triggered one of her own, went unshared. She felt hollow inside.
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Written by a friend "Bella-Minx"
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Posted:Jan 5, 2015 6:24 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 4:30 am
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She new that meeting him was a risk. Meeting someone off the internet is always a risk, but there was something about him. Something hot. Something intriguing. Something intense.
Their e-mail, text or phone conversations were always tinged with the naughty. Hearing his voice rendered her a squishy wet ball of need in mere seconds. Just hearing the way he purred "Mmmmmmm" in even the most innocent way caused her clit to thump and her nipples to harden. She had never quite had a sexual connection like this with someone who had never actually touched her in person. It was unnerving yet thrilling on every level. The possibilities were deliciously endless!
They had discussed their meeting - or, more specifically what he was going to do to her at this meeting - numerous times. It always began with a heated kiss and moved, quickly, to something more urgent. Whether it was his hand snaking down her pants to feel her wetness, fingers thrusting up inside her pussy and then moving up to their mouths for a mutual taste - or - her sinking to her knees to take his cock in her mouth - whatever the scenario she was anxious to experience it in real life!
She had masturbated over and over to images of him pinning her up against her car, kissing her lustfully, nibbling her neck, fingering her roughly, making her moan and shake, not caring who may be watching. She would lay in bed, lazily fingering her clit, rubbing her fingers up and down her wet slit, her breathing becoming heavier, her clit engorging with blood as she imagined his sexy voice and his large, strong fingers entering her for the first time! The thought always brought her quickly into the heat of her orgasm - and left her feeling insanely needy for the real experience!
She was on her way to have a real experience with him right now and her pussy was literally aching with the need for him! It was insane how desperate she was becoming to see him, to feel him, to taste him! As she drove to the restaurant all she wanted to do was relieve the pulsation in her clit with a nice orgasm, but she was so close to having him for real that she knew she needed to wait! She just hoped that after all this time he found her as sexy in person as he said he did on the phone or over text!
Pulling into the restaurant parking lot her heart was beating out of her chest! She pulled down the make-up mirror, gave herself the once over, applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, took a deep breath and exited her car. She placed her purse on the roof and began to straighten her skirt. Just then she felt hot breath on her neck and strong hands encircling her, pulling her tightly to him! His mouth was on her neck, his "mmmmmmm" was growling in her ear and she felt like she may faint! He held her close and she found herself grabbing at his arm, almost clawing him, as she began to whimper at the urgent way his mouth was sucking on her neck.
He turned her around, quickly almost like a professional dancer doing a spin, and caught her face to face! He smiled a gorgeous, devlish smile and said "well hello there sexy" and took her face in his hands, looking directly at her as he bent to kiss her fully on the mouth. The kiss was flirtatously slow as he almost held himself back a bit, as if the moment was to be savoured! Then, his mouth met her and their tongues danced eagerly and perfectly together. His hands worked their way to the small of her back and hers encircled him, merging the two of them in a heated embrace. The kiss seemed never-ending and got more heated as the seconds passed. Their tongues talking to one another; silently conveying the naughty suggestions and eager anticipations.
Breaking from the kiss she was winded, literally, and could barely stand! He knew this and held her to him, giving her a warm hug. Her body was on fire! The passion she felt for him was unmatched by any other experience she had up till then! He gently brushed the hair from her face and as his fingertips grazed her cheek it was if her face was on fire with his touch! He looked into her eyes and bent to kiss her again, slowly, passionately. She melted into him again as their bodies melded once again. She felt his hand brushing her breasts, slowly caressing the soft mounds, enjoying the weight of them and paying attention to the very hard nipple evident beneath the fabric of her blouse. She noticed, now, the hardness of his cock pushing into her and yearned to free it from its khaki prison. The kiss became more intense as their hands were slowly caressing and exploring each other, both of them oblivious to anyone who may be watching them.
Once again breaking free, he pulled her along effortlessly, holding her hand and directed her to his car. Opening the door, he again pinned her against his car for a quick kiss and a little nibble on her bottom lip. He closed her door, hastily got in and turned the ignition. She sank back in the seat and crossed her legs. His hand went immediately to her naked thigh, pushing her skirt up and asking, without words, that she open her legs for him. She did so, without hesitation, and his fingertips worked their way slowly, slowly up and down her leg from knee to thigh. She shivered and spread her legs more. The power he had over her was amazing! The anticipation of him touching her pussy was maddening. He began to drive but never took his attentions off of her leg. She vaguely remembered hearing him mention the hotel was 5 minutes away, and all she heard was "hotel" and her thoughts instantly shifted to him fucking her balls deep on the side of a hotel bed. She had it bad for him - and wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her!
Pulling up at the hotel, his fingertips were grazing and grabbing her inner thighs, but never actually touching her pussy. She was sure he could feel the little heartbeat of her clit and certainly feel the warmth coming from her hot core! They exited the car and he took her hand again, leading her into the lobby. She did not notice anything around her until she stepped into the elevator. It was completely mirrored! Before the door could even close he had her pinned against the wall, his hand between her thighs and his fingers working their way up inside her. Kissing her passionately, she hoisted one leg up and grabbed his neck pulling him down to her, her moans getting louder and more needy. His fingers working their way in and out of her wetness and just as she was about to clench him in orgasm, he went to his knees, placed one of her legs over his shoulder and dove into her sweet cunt, licking and lapping at her, sucking her clit and making her gush all over his face in seconds! As she orgasmed, she grabbed his head for stability as her legs shook and her body convulsed. Moaning, "OOOooooh fuck, " she was sure the whole hotel heard her and she did not care. She faintly heard a "ding" of the door to the elevator opening and could not believe that what they just shared happened in a mere 22 floors!
Walking to the room, her body was tingly in post orgasm and she was anxious to see what would come next. He placed the keycard in the door and opened the door. She through her purse on the table and turned to him, pushing him against the wall to kiss him. His mouth smelled and tasted like her pussy. His hands encircled her again, pulling her close. They kissed and he began to rub his hands all over her body. Grabbing her breasts, squeezing her ass, holding her waist. Her hands explored him as well, feeling his broad shoulders, his tight chest and eagerly searching out his cock!
There could be no more waiting, he grabbed her and moved her into the main room, pushing her toward the bed. He removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her in only her bra and panties. He growled and whispered, "damn" under his breath. He removed his shirt as she undid the buckle of his belt and ripped open his trousers, pulling them down eagerly as she sunk to her knees. Looking up at him, she released his hard and hungry cock from his pants. Fuck, it was magnificent, thick and so fucking hard!
She took it in her hands and looked at it, simply flicking the tip with her tongue, but then started to suck and lick him with verve! He tasted delicious. His hands went to her head, gathered up her hair and his moan indicated his extremely enthusiasm! She worked his cock like a pro, altering short with deep strokes down her eager throat! Her right hand twisted around his shaft while her mouth and tongue serviced his cock head. She licked his balls and nibbled him, causing him to shudder. Each moan or growl he offered her only made her hotter for him, and soon he was holding her head and fucking seamlessly down her throat! Just when the saliva was forming thick, foam-like ribbons that extended from his cock to her mouth he took his cock away and helped her up, pushing her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her and kissed her, his hardness caressing her thigh. His hands found her breasts and pulled them out from her bra, his mouth engulfing her nipple, sucking it in hard. He suckled her breast with eager attention as she moaned and arched her back, trying to rub her wet pussy on his thigh.
His mouth went eagerly from her breast down her stomach to her thigh. His fingertips gently caressed her pussy through her lacy panties and one finger slowly slid up and down the seam, moving it over gently until it grazed her wet slit. He pulled her panties off effortlessly and spread her legs, taking one moment to admire the glistening beauty of her freshly shaven pussy. He moved his mouth to her hotness and licked up and down her slit and each side of her puffy pussy lips which were extremely swollen with desire for his touch! He moved his tongue around her clit, swirling it with just enough pressure to be driving her wild! She spread her legs and one hand found her breast, the other grabbed his hair, pulling him down into her. His tongue attentions were driving her quickly to a frenzy and she knew she was going to cum any second. Sensing this, he placed 2 of his large fingers into her cunt with just the right angle and pressure and began to work them in and out while licking her clit fast and furious! She began to writhe under his control and soon the gush of wetness was spurting from her, her tummy tightening and her back arching, her legs shaking and the orgasms kept coming and coming in hot, wet waves until he removed his fingers and moved his mouth to hers for a delicious wet and sticky kiss!
Now, face to face he was smiling like a cheshire cat. He kissed her gently and said, "well, that was certainly fun. It is so good to finally meet you!" To which she responded, "yes, it is very nice to meet you too!" Smiling at him, she took his cock in her hand and said, "well now, dear one, let us see how big of a sticky mess we can make, I want to have your cum dripping out of me by night's end!"
He smiled...
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Sweet Lady
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Posted:Oct 10, 2014 12:19 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 4:30 am
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I pull your panties aside, and burrow my tongue into the pussy that I had been dreaming about for weeks. I immediately lose myself in the sweet, silky velvet of your slit under my tongue, the heat of the opening into your body, and the way you trembled as my tongue eagerly explored your soft folds.
I lashed my tongue over your bare clit, the moment I feel it, I let my tongue flutter, knowing that no woman I'd ever met can resist anything that feels this good. I chanced a look up at you now, and see your wide eyes looking at mine. As my tongue slowly gives you gentle, luxurious licks, I feel you shudder and watch as eyes close. My own arousal throbbing, hard and dripping precum, I burrowed my tongue deeper, swirling it lightly around your clit and then dipping it inside you, loving the taste of you.
I run my tongue from the top of your slit to the bottom, rubbing it from side to side, exploring your sweet pussy, relishing your shaky breathing and little gasps of pleasure. I know that I could do this forever, if you allowed it. I let my tongue slide deep inside you, moaning myself as your scent fills me up. My tongue swirls over your clit again, slowly accelerating, my lips gently sucking as my tongue vibrated on the tip, and I feel your hips lift up, as you gasp for breath.
I drink deeply of your nectar, my eyes closed, my face buried in your pussy, as your orgasm pushes thru you, a deep shudder and I feel your thighs squeeze my head, so intense and beautiful my own orgasm shoots a load of cum from my hard cock, spilling on the sheets. I gently licked you clean, kissing your thighs, and enjoy the feeling of your warmth as you lay limp and relaxed. Feeling grateful that my Mistress enjoyed herself, and allowed me to pleasure her.
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