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I looked at the clock and forced myself to get up. I had to leave in five minutes and I hadn’t even started to get ready. I sat on the couch in my pajama’s, contemplating the importance of my presence at the meeting I was expected to be at. I decided that I must go, and as I lumbered to the bathroom, I glanced over at the closed bedroom door. I guess that’s why I had been waiting, waiting for my girl to come through that door and into my arms. I stood staring at the door until I decided to go in and watch her sleep for a few minutes. I carefully opened the door and crept into our bedroom, silently praying that I didn’t wake her.

She was lying on her stomach with the blankets pushed over to the side, exposing her bare back and her long legs. Her right leg was bent slightly, causing her blue boyshorts to stretch slightly over her buttocks. Her dark hair was spread across her back, and the small ponytail she had in didn’t keep the pieces from falling across her face. Her left arm was close to her, under her pillow, and her right hand made a loose fist next to her face, giving her a childlike aura as she slept. I just stood there and looked down at her sleeping, gazing at her in awe, wishing I were in the bed next to her. Finally I could stand it no longer, and I took my hand and gently moved a piece of her hair and kissed her forehead, lingering there for what seemed like forever. I felt her move, and when I pulled back I watched her eyes open slowly and look up at me. I kneeled down next to the bed and stroked her cheek as she woke up. “You leaving?” she asked.

“Yeah, as soon as I get ready,” I replied.

“What time is it?”

“About 9:30.”

She shot up and looked at me. “You’re late!”

I laughed. “I know, I just can’t güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri get going. I was kinda waiting on you to wake up.”

She smiled at me and wrapped her arm around my neck. “Mmm, I love you,” she said, pulling me closer and kissing me.

“I love you too, my little angel. Kiss me again.” She did as she was instructed and pulled me closer, indicating to me that she wanted me on the bed with her. I stood up and she scooted over, and then pulled me down to where she was lying. It was warm and I could smell her perfume on the sheets. We both turned and faced each other and kissed again, very soft and sensual.

“I gotta go, little girl, I’m already late,” I said. She didn’t speak, but rolled on top of me and straddled me. I looked up at her, my breath coming quicker as I looked at her sensual body. Her disheveled hair fell on her shoulders, the ponytail keeping it from all falling down in front of her. Her breasts looked very soft and supple, and her pink nipples were growing hard as the cold air hit them. She thrust her hips forward and tucked two thumbs under her low-riding boyshorts and winked at me.

“I know you want some of this,” she said, giggling.

“Of course I do, my love, but you know I have to go,” I replied, giggling even more. I sat up and pushed her back down on the bed and held her wrists above her head. I kissed her neck, licked her collarbone, then sucked gently between her breasts. I looked up at her and smiled as I made my way down her stomach, then quickly moved up to come face to face with her. “We’ll save that for when I get home,” I said, jumping off of her. Groaning, she put her arms around my stomach, hampering me from getting off the bed.

“Don’t leave, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri just stay home with me,” she said.

“But I’ll be back in a few hours, love,” I replied.

“I can’t wait that long,” she said, grabbing me and kissing me passionately. “It’s our first morning together.”

“Oh sweetheart,” I said. “Every morning from now on is ours. I’m yours forever. Forever isn’t long enough?”

“No its not, I just need fifteen more minutes. Forever and fifteen minutes.”

I looked in her deep brown eyes and kissed her, knowing that I couldn’t bear to leave her. “I have to go…I’ll be back as soon as I can, you know that.” I kissed her once more and got up off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

As I started to step into the bathroom, I felt her small hand on my arm, and as I turned to look at her, she had me pinned against the wall, her tongue in my mouth and her hands roaming my body.

“Fifteen minutes…” she whispered as she opened my top and threw it to the floor. Her lips grazed across my shoulders and down my arms, stopping only to plant a wet kiss on me. She bent down on her knees in front of me and her small fingers pulled at the hem of my pants. In one swift motion she had them pulled down around my ankles, grinning up at me as she did so. She put her hands on my bare legs, running them up and down from my thigh to my calf. Her lips ran across my leg, slowly moving towards the inner part of my thigh, her tongue leading the way. When she finally reached her destination, I closed my eyes and prepared myself for her kiss…and then the phone rang.

She sat back on her knees and looked up at me. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.

“Just hold on, it might güvenilir bahis şirketleri be important,” I said, running to find the phone. Unfortunately, I was too late and once I had picked up the phone nobody was there. “Well, if was important, they’ll call back,” I said. She walked out into the living room and sat on the couch and watched me. She had taken my pajama top and put it on, and she was leaning over the side of the couch sitting on her legs. I walked over to her and kissed her forehead and walked into the bathroom to get ready.

When I walked back out, she had taken my coat and bag and had everything ready for me. I walked out into the kitchen where she was and wrapped my arms around her, putting my head on her shoulder. “You know I don’t want to go, but I have to. We’ve lived this long without each other, a few hours wont matter, will it?” I said.

“I guess not,” she said, smiling. “Here,” she said, handing me a brown paper bag. “I made lunch for you, my sweet.” She proudly handed me the bag and as I took it I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

“What would I do without you?” I said.

“You’d make it to your meeting on time, that’s what you’d do,” she said laughing. “I’m sorry if I made you late. I just don’t like being without you…I feel better when you’re around.”

“Aww honey,” I said. “I’ll call you when they give us a break, promise. And when I get home, I’ll hold you forever.”

“Sure you can’t spare that extra fifteen minutes?”

“If I could, you know I would. Bye, my love.”

“Bye bye,” she said, kissing me.

As I got in my car, I knew immediately what she was feeling. I wanted to spend the whole day with her, just holding her and telling her I loved her. I hated to have to leave, but I knew I had to. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway, and as I looked towards our house, I saw her sitting on the sofa in front of the window, holding the curtains open and waving goodbye. I put the car in drive and pulled back into the driveway to give my angel her fifteen minutes.

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Jenny was fat. She wasn’t obese but she was a big girl. She stood 5’10” tall and weighed in at a deliciously curvaceous 200lbs. Her tits were big natural 40dd, she had a big round fat ass and a positively beautiful face framed by long straight brown hair. If she had wanted to she easily could have been a plus sized model.

I was a skinny 6’1″ 165 pound geek who worked 30 hours a week and went to school full time.

We met in the fall of 1995 at work when I was sophomore in college. Jenny was two years older than me and she already had a four year old son when we met. She was sweet, sexy, sometimes domineering and always bat shit crazy. She was the most open minded woman I had ever met but she had a cornucopia of sexual and emotional issues that helped shape my sexuality.

I was wildly attracted to her the instant I saw her but I admired her from afar for a month before I finally talked to her. We worked in the service department of a car dealership where I was a part time service writer and she was a full time cashier. Once we started talking Jenny took the lead. I was shy and insecure but she was a tremendous flirt. I spent many nights in my dorm room with my hand on my cock and my eyes closed imagining us fucking. I wasn’t a virgin but I was far from experienced. I’d only had sex with three girls but I read sex stories all the time and I had what I thought were very kinky fantasies.

Jenny’s flirting got more explicit with each passing day. She started to take liberties with me by discretely touching my ass and my cock through my clothes every chance she got.

One Tuesday night in October my boss had to leave early to take his kids to the doctor and he asked me to close up the shop. The shop was in the back of the building that housed the dealership show room but it was almost like a separate building with only a single door connecting the two areas. All the technicians had left for the night and I had just shut off the main lights when Jenny walked into the shop. The place was deserted and the sales staff rarely ventured into the shop after hours.

Jenny walked up behind me and pressed her big soft body against mine as she reached around me and rubbed my dick through my pants. She was wearing a thin silky dress with a low neckline that had driven me crazy all day. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her warm breath on the back of my neck.

“I’ve seen how you have looked at me all day,” Jenny said as my dick grew painfully hard in my pants. “I’m so wet. Do you want to feel my pussy.”

“Yes,” I replied tentatively. I had dreamt about her so often I was afraid to scare her off.

Jenny sensed my fear and took charge. She spun me around and guided me to my knees on the hard concrete floor in the back of the shop. She lifted her dress over my head and draped it like a tent over me. She wore no panties and her pussy was wild and unshaven. Her musky scent overwhelmed me as I knelt beneath her dress.

“Eat me Richie,” Jenny said softly as her hands guided me to her furry mound. She parted her legs and I enthusiastically pressed my face into her fragrant muff.

My tongue sank deep into her soaking wet hole and I nearly drown from the flood of tangy delicious juices.

“Right there, a little higher, yes, harder, just like that,” Jenny directed as my tongue slithered over her wet musky folds.

I found her big hard clit and sucked on it as she moaned loudly. Anyone entering the shop would have seen us as a loud silhouette in the back of the room, but I didn’t care. I could get a new job but Jenny was a goddess.

I flicked my tongue over Jenny’s clit until she came hard. She held my head tightly as her body quivered from the waves of pleasure.

She backed away from me and smiled as I continued to kneel on the floor. “Thanks, I really needed that. You are much better than I thought you’d be.” Jenny giggled. She turned and left the shop as I knelt dumfounded.

I jerked off three times that night thinking about the feel, taste and smell of Jenny’s delicious pussy.

Jenny didn’t talk to me for two days after our first tryst. She was friendly but disinterested and I thought I had done something wrong. I was a mess but on Friday she walked up to me a few minutes before closing.

“Why don’t you follow me home,” she said flippantly. “I need some more of your special talent.” She smiled and sauntered off. Her big round ass swayed under the silky fabric of her dress and I felt my dick twitch.

“Okay,” I stammered as I made my way to the parking lot behind her.

Jenny’s apartment was on the first floor of a three family house in an okay part of town. It was sparsely furnished with a couch, an end table and an old 24″ TV on a beat up dresser in the family room. A queen sized mattress and box spring sat on the floor in one corner of the bedroom and a department store child’s twin bed in the other. There was a galley kitchen with no room for a table and there was no place to eat except on the couch.

She pulled her dress over her head and walked over to the couch in just a bra. Despite her size, her body was canlı bahis still surprisingly firm thanks to her youth and she was incredibly sexy. Her big beautiful tits were restrained by a white under wire bra. Her waist was nicely tapered with just a small belly and her hips were wide and full. She had trimmed her pussy fur for her bikini line since our first tryst but the remaining hair was thick and dark.

Jenny lay on the couch and spread her legs wide. “Come on Richie,” she said softly as she ran her hands down her body to her fragrant pussy.

The thick pungent aroma of Jenny’s arousal hung heavy in the air as I approached the couch. My mouth watered and my dick throbbed in anticipation of tasting her delicious pussy again.

“Take your shirt off Richie,” Jenny said as I stood beside her.

I peeled my shirt of and climbed between her big splayed thighs.

“You are so skinny,” she said as her fingers touched the bare skin of my pale sinewy chest. Her hands caressed my pecs and I moaned softly as she pinched my small nipples.

“You like that huh baby,” she teased and I nodded. It was the first time she had called me ‘baby’ and I was elated.

My cock throbbed in my pants as I lowered my mouth to her furry muff and tasted her sweet tangy juices. I sucked her clit and nibbled on her lips. I plunged my tongue deep inside her as she moaned her directions.

“Harder, faster, suck it hard, yes, yes, right there,” Jenny groaned as she came. She pushed my mouth away from her sensitive clit. “Lick my asshole.”

I had never licked ass before but I didn’t hesitate. My tongue slithered across Jenny’s sphincter and she moaned loudly.

“Push it inside me,” she groaned and I did.

I sank my tongue deep inside her ass as she pulled her knees up to her ears. I tongue fucked her tight asshole for an eternity until my jaw ached.

Jenny made me lay on her floor and she straddled my head. She ground her pussy hard against my face until her body shuddered with another climax.

“Take your pants off,” she directed when she finished cumming.

I thought I was going to fuck her and I anxiously shed my pants and boxers.

“You’ve got a nice dick,” Jenny praised as she stroked my thick 7″ dick and I smiled with her approval.

“Stroke it for me,” she instructed.

I wrapped my fist around my cock and slowly stroked it. I used long slow strokes because I didn’t want to cum before putting my dick in her sweet pussy.

“Turn around and let me see your ass,” Jenny directed.

I turned around as I continued to slowly jerk my dick. I felt her hands on my ass. She squeezed my cheeks and rubbed them as I stroked my dick.

“What a cute ass,” she coo’d as she parted my cheeks and touched her fingertip to my asshole. “You are so skinny and muscular your ass is like a hot girl.”

Jenny eased her finger inside of me as I continued to stroke my cock. She pulled her finger out and covered it with saliva. She pushed two, then three fingers inside me and fucked me hard. It felt incredible. She pumped her fingers into my ass as I stroked my cock.

I lost control and came on her floor. I was completely embarrassed but I new I could get hard right away.

I prepared to tell her not to worry because I could get hard again but she cut me off.

“Oh honey,” Jenny said softly, “that’s too bad. I was going to let you fuck me. At least this way we both had fun and there is no risk of me getting preggers.” Jenny giggled and tossed me my clothes. “If you get hungry for more give me a call. If not I’ll see you Monday.”

She lay on her couch naked as I dressed.

I was confused and upset as I slowly pulled up my pants. I wanted to stay but I was at a loss for words. I drove to my dorm in a daze and I jerked off three more times that night while my roommate was out with his girl friend.

I didn’t call Jenny that weekend out of embarrassment and she called out sick on Monday. Tuesday, one week after the first time I tasted Jenny’s pussy, she invited me back to her apartment again after work.

She got completely naked before I had shut the front door and I saw her naked tits for the first time. They were spectacularly huge, perfectly shaped and totally tan unlike the bikini tan lines on her pale white ass. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a beer.

“There’s more in the fridge,” she said as she walked back to the couch and sat down with the TV on. She was completely comfortable being naked and that really turned me on.

I grabbed a beer and followed Jenny to the couch.

“Take your shirt off,” she told me as I approached. I pulled it up over my head and waited for her go-ahead to lick her pussy. I enjoyed her body and I wanted to lick, suck and nibble every inch of her sexy curvaceous form.

“Play with my tits,” Jenny directed as I knelt between her thick splayed thighs. I could smell her arousal as her pussy left snail tracks on my naked stomach.

I licked and sucked Jenny’s big perfect tits until she pushed me down her big, curvy body. I kissed down her round belly to bahis siteleri her furry pungent pussy.

“Not yet,” Jenny panted, “lick my feet first.”

I obediently moved down her big thighs and past her surprisingly delicate ankles to her pretty but ripe smelling feet. My tongue slithered over her pedicure toes. I sucked her foot into my mouth and noisily slurped on it. The ripe fragrance enhanced the erotic experience and I alternated feet until Jenny directed me up her body to her delicious pussy.

“Make me cum Richie,” Jenny said softly as my tongue slithered over her soaking wet pussy. I licked her pussy and ass until she had cum four or five times. Each time she came she grabbed my head and ground hard against my face covering me with her juices.

She was covered in sweat and her chest was still heaving when she pushed me away from her drenched pussy.

“That was good baby,” Jenny said as I sat on the floor at her feet. “I’ve gotta pee. Be naked when I get back.”

I was sitting naked on the floor when Jenny returned. She had me lay on my back and I trembled in anticipation of finally getting my dick inside her. She straddled my face and lowered her pissy pussy onto my face. I had never tasted pee before and I was surprisingly turned on by the smell and salty flavor as I licked and sucked her to another climax.

Jenny lay back on the couch and instructed me to play with my dick. I slowly jerked myself as she spun me around.

“Bend over and show me your sexy girl ass,” she instructed. Jenny parted my ass and dribbled a cool viscous liquid down my ass crack as I continued to stroke my dick.

It felt surprisingly good and I moaned as she rubbed something smooth over my exposed asshole.

“You like that don’t you?” Jenny teased as she continued to play with my ass.

“It feels pretty good,” I stammered nervously.

“Do you want more,” Jenny queried.

“I, I guess so,” I replied.

“Relax that pretty asshole honey,” Jenny said as she pushed a 6″ dildo into my virgin ass.

I groaned from pressure and pain as my ass filled with her dildo.

“Relax sweetie, jerk your cock while I fuck your pretty girl ass,” Jenny said as she fucked my asshole with graceful fluid strokes. She was clearly experienced with a dildo.

I stroked my dick furiously while Jenny fucked my ass. Her dildo touched me in ways I never imagined and it wasn’t long before I was pushing my ass back to meet her thrusts.

“Are you close?” She asked as I approached the abyss.

“Yes,” I cried out as she pounded my ass, “I’m cumming.”

I grunted and groaned as my cock spasmed in my hand. My ass rhythmically clenched her dildo as my dick spit cum all over her carpeting.

“Look at the mess you made,” Jenny said as she scooped up my cum in her hand. She brought her hand to my face. “Open wide,” she said as she poured my cum into my mouth. “Clean up time. Lick up the rest.”

I did.

My mind was racing. I had swallowed my cum. I had licked her palm clean. I didn’t want to and I didn’t like it but I really liked Jenny and I didn’t want to lose her.

Jenny kissed me for the first time that night before I left. We kissed like lovers. Our tongues entwined and my heart pounded fiercely in my chest.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie,” she said before I drove off to my dorm. I jerked off two times that night. The disturbing part was that the second time I came while recalling Jenny feeding me my cum.

Jenny was sweet to me all week but we were both busy, me with school and she with her son, so we didn’t get to spend any time alone together.

We flirted each day at work and she touched my body every chance she got.

I jerked off several times a day after work in my dorm. Often times I thought about licking up my cum or Jenny fucking my ass and other times I thought about eating her delicious pussy. I also thought about how intense it would be when we finally fucked.

Friday afternoon Jenny invited me to her place after work. She told me to go to my dorm first to get a change of clothes and my tooth brush.

I was stoked. I knew I was spending the night and I thought I would finally get to fuck my beautiful amazon goddess.

Jenny was already naked when I arrived, suitcase in hand.

“Take your clothes off sweetie,” she said as she greeted me at the front door. She kissed me deeply and her tongue dove deep into my mouth as we stood in the doorway for all to see.

‘This is it,’ I thought as I followed Jenny to her bedroom. I left a trail of clothes on the way and stood naked by her bed as she lay back on top of the comforter.

“Lick me Richie,” she said as I settled between her big legs.

I lowered my mouth and licked her delicious pussy to two thunderous orgasms.

Jenny pulled me up beside her and kissed me deeply. It gave me a wicked thrill knowing that she was tasting her own juices on my lips as we kissed.

“I love the way I taste,” she giggled. “Probably because I love licking pussy as much as you do.” She went on to tell me she was bisexual and she had bahis şirketleri been having sex with girls since high school. It was the first intensely personal thing she had ever revealed to me and it made her even sexier in my eyes. Like most men, bisexual women were a tremendous turn on to me and in 1995 they were rare.

Jenny continued to kiss me deeply as she reached down between us and grabbed my cock. I groaned as she stroked my cock. It felt so good to feel her hand on my dick and in seconds I shot a thick load of cum onto her belly.

“I’m sorry Jen,” I said softly. I was embarrassed. “It’s been so long since someone has touched my dick.”

“That’s okay baby,” she answered, “Just get down there and lick up your mess.”

I didn’t want to but I was afraid to upset her. I felt like I was falling for her and I would do anything to make her happy. I slid down Jenny’s body and licked all my cum from her sexy hips and tummy as she coo’d encouragement.

“Roll over baby,” Jenny directed. “I just love your ass. It reminds me of my old girl friends. Do you like when I play with your ass?”

“Yes,” In answered honestly. Fantasies of her playing with my ass had become a dominant theme when I masturbated. They had largely replaced fantasies of fucking Jenny and on some level that bothered me.

I rolled onto my stomach and Jenny spun around and started to play with my ass. She drooled spit onto my asshole and eased two fingers inside me.

“Do you want more fingers to stretch your ass?” Jenny queried.

“Yes, it feels good,” I responded as she added another finger and pumped them hard.

“Did you like it when I fucked your sexy girl ass with my dildo the other day?” Jenny asked.

“Yes.” I moaned. “That felt really good.”

“Good,” Jenny giggled. ” Stay right there and I will be back with a nice surprise for you.” She left the room and I stayed face down on the bed. My dick started to soften before she came back but it reversed course the moment I laid eyes on her.

Jenny walked into the room with a black leather harness around her wide hips. A realistic looking black dildo hung from the harness.

“Get on your knees Richie,” she said in a soft sexy voice.

I knelt on the bed and Jenny positioned herself in front of me. Her strap-on was inches from my face. It was about as long and thick as my dick and it was adorned with life like veins and a bulbous head.

“Lick it,” Jenny breathed. She was clearly excited and I could smell her wet pussy. She grabbed her dick and rubbed it across my lips.

I unconsciously parted my lips and her dick entered my mouth.

“Suck it Richie,” Jenny moaned. I had never seen her so excited. She was actually trembling as the black dick touched the back of my throat.

“Oh, so hot,” she panted as I slurped on her dick. I had never imagined having a dick, real or plastic, in my mouth but it was oddly exciting.

I didn’t know what I was doing but I had seen enough pornos and had my dick sucked a few times so I tried to mimic what I had seen. I noisily slurped on her dick as Jenny played with her huge tits.

Jenny’s breathing became ragged and her body started to shudder. Her eyes were locked on me as I slurped on her black dick. “I’m gonna cum,” she moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through her big sexy body.

I had no idea a woman could climax from an image or scenario without physical stimulation. There was much that I didn’t know.

“Lay on your tummy Richie,” Jenny panted as her climax subsided. “I’m gonna fuck your sexy ass.”

I wanted it. Sucking her plastic dick was exciting and watching her cum as I did so was even more so.

“Yes,” I said excitedly, “please fuck me Jenny.” I blushed furiously as I laid face down on the bed and she lubed my asshole.

Jenny climbed on top of me and eased seven inches of hard thick plastic into my ass.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The strap on was bigger and thicker than her dildo but she was gentle and fucked me slowly as my ass stretched to accommodate her big rod.

“Tell me you love it Richie,” Jenny panted.

“I love it,” I groaned as she fucked me with long smooth strokes.

“Tell me you love my cock,” Jenny moaned. Her breathing was again ragged.

“I love your cock,” I grunted as she thrust hard into me.

“Tell me you love meeee,” she cried out as she came again.

“I love you Jenny,” I groaned as my dick pumped a huge load of thick cum onto the comforter.

Jenny pulled her dick from my ass and took off her harness. “Clean your mess Richie,” she said playfully as she took her fake cock into the bathroom to clean it.

I moved down the bed and licked my cum off the comforter. I swallowed it all and climbed under the covers with my beautiful amazon goddess.

“Do you?” Jenny asked as she held me in her arms. “Do you really love me?”

“Yes,” I said softly. My heart soared.

“Good.”

We kissed and cuddled until I drifted off in her thick arms.

I awoke sometime in the middle of the night from a vivid dream. I was covered in sweat and the memory of the dream was fresh in my mind. In the dream I was sucking Jenny’s cock but it was no longer a strap on it was a real warm flesh and blood dick. She forced it down my throat and came in my mouth.

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Reggie and Beth had been friends for the last 5 years growing up next store to each other through middle school and now towards the end of their high school years they grew closer and closer. Both had dated and messed around with the opposite sex but neither had gone all the way yet…as they were both waiting for the right person to have there once in a lifetime moment with. Reggie was an all conference basketball player and ran track in the summer and Beth was all state on the swim team and currently worked at a local restaurant waiting tables. Reggie’s parents had left town on a second honeymoon cruise of the Bahamas and with not having much going on decided to rent some movies and call up Beth.

Reggie: Hey Beth I just rented some movies want to come hang out for a bit after work tonight?

Beth: Sure…need me to grab anything on the way?

Reggie: Just grab a pizza on the way back and we will be set for the night. When do you get done?

Beth: I should be done in like 15 minutes so I’ll see you soon.

Reggie: Ok see you in a bit’

Beth: Yep…bye

Reggie had been planning this for weeks as he was going to finally get up the nerve to ask Beth to the final dance of the year…while they both were great friends Reggie was always scared to ask her out as he didn’t want to risk losing her as a friend. He knew that this would be one of his last chances before the end of the year and they both went away to college. Though they would only be an hour apart Reggie knew she’d meet other guys and move on with her life. Reggie waited nervously and set up the couch bed, changed, grabbed a blanket and some pillows and went into his room to grab his secret stash of Hard Lemonades. He grabbed the movies and preheated the oven as the door rang and he ran to greet Beth at the door still wearing her black slacks and white button up T-shirt though she let her long blond hair down on her way over.

Reggie: Nice duds hun. Did you put them on special for me?

Beth: I got down with work, stopped grabbed a pizza and came over…I can run next door to change if you want. Smartass!

Beth gives Reggie a playful shove giving him the pizza and hoping down on the couch bed. She sees the pile of movies and starts flipping through them, as Reggie unwraps the pizza and sets it in the oven starting the timer, and walking behind Beth and starting to rub her shoulders as she grabs a cheesy looking vampire movie and looks up at him.

Beth: And just what do you think your doing?

Reggie: You looked tense from a long days work and I thought you could use a little shoulder rub. What movie did you pick? I see nice…nothing like a cheesy horror flick to pass an hour or two.

Reggie stops rubbing her shoulders and pops the tape in and walks over to the frig grabbing two Hard Lemonades and laying on the bed next to Beth who has taken off her shoes and socks and is sitting up on the couch looking up at Reggie. Reggie twists the top off the bottles and hands one to Beth before bahis firmaları taking a swig and setting his on the table. Beth smiles sweetly before taking a sip and setting hers down on the floor next to the bed, before looking over at the screen then back to Reggie.

Beth: I see what your up to…naughty boy! You’re going to wine me, dine me, and then have your way with me huh?

She winks before leaning in closer to Reggie playfully. Reggie leans close into her ear and in a whisper speaks softly.

Reggie: That is the plan.

With that he pecks her on the cheek then flops down on the bed with a smile on his face, while Beth fakes a shock and smirks down at him, before grabbing a pillow and slamming it down on top of him before rolling off the bed clutching a pillow and smiling at him with a cute little smile that looks perfect on top of her 5ft8in frame with pouty blue eyes and the reddest lips imaginable. Reggie covers up in fear of more shots before grabbing a pillow of his own and chasing after her before she stumbles onto his parents bed and he comes behind and smacks the pillow against her ass and then runs off laughing.

Beth turns with the pillow gripped in her hand and chases him into the living room knocking him down onto the bed where she smacks the pillow against his chest then falls on top of him and plants a huge kiss on his lips parting them ever so slightly letting it linger for a few seconds before breaking the kiss looking down at him and backing up slowly till she hits the wall. He gets up with a look of lust in his eyes as he tosses the pillow at her and pins her arms against the wall and plants a huge kiss back parting her lips and letting his tongue snake into her mouth and tangle with hers as he presses his hips into her slightly.

He takes a few steps back drops the pillow and pulls her over to the bed and lays her down on it and starts to caress her sides as he returns to passionately kissing her on the lips in soft slow kisses savoring every moment as there hands roam over each others backs and sides. He breaks the kiss and leads a small trail of wet kisses over to her earlobe where he sucks on it gently before blowing on the wet lobe sending shivers down her spine. She rolls him over so she lays on top of him and starts running her hands up the front of his shirt as she leans over and whispers into his ear.

Beth: I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long long time…and I am going to make sure that I get everything I’ve wanted from you finally!

Reggie looks up at Beth puzzled as she begins gently nibbling on his earlobe before he starts to slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She leans back giving him more access as he finishes unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it to the side revealing her crimson red bra holding two perfectly round 36 C breasts. She reaches down rubbing them slightly before pulling his shirt over his head and rolling onto her back with him straddling her. He leans down and passionately starts kissing her again letting kaçak iddaa his tongue toy with hers and exploring all over her mouth. He reaches behind her and easily unhooks her bra letting it lay loose over the top of her breasts. As she starts to lean up to let it fall off the timer rings. They break they’re kiss and she looks at him with an evil smile before moving from under him and walking to the kitchen holding the bra loosely over herself. She turns off the timer and the over letting it open a bit before walking towards the bed looking at his growing tent in his pants and smiling. She lets the bra fall onto the floor before smirking and getting down on her knees in front of him.

She runs her hands up his legs and over his erection gently rubbing it through the jogging pants before gently pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees and placing a small wet kiss on the tip of it and then wrapping her lips around the head and sucking the precum off the end before looking up at him and smiling as she climbs up on the bed next to him. She leans into his ear and whispers.

Beth: Ain’t I A tease?

She starts to gently run her hand up and down his shaft for a moment or two before he grabs her hand stopping her and sliding off the end of the bed and pulling her legs and wrapping them around his head as he grabs her zipper in his teeth and unzips her black slacks before kissing her panties and then wriggling her black slacks down and off her lovely long legs. He plants small wet kisses all around her now damp panties as he lets his fingers caress her now hardening nipples between his fingers in small circular motions. She moans and arches her back a bit as he lets his hands slide down to her panties and with sliding a finger in either side of the matching crimson red panties slide them down and onto the floor next to the rest of the clothing. He smirks as he stares up at her clean shaven crotch and starts planting small kisses on her knee and inches up a little at a time spreading her legs with his hands and as he gets to her pussy lips he plants a kiss on either side and then kisses back down her leg to her knee and then slides up next to her and whispers in her ear.

Reggie: Two can play at that game.

She giggles a little bit as she runs her hand down and starts stroking his cock more firmly and faster this time as they kiss once again and he lets two fingers slide down and enter her pussy moving in and out slowly while letting his thumb grace against her clit sending a wave up her spine as she starts taking control and slides down the bed kissing and sucking on his nipples and then kissing down further till she starts running her tongue around his belly button moving in a slow sensual fashion as her breasts rub against his hard cock. She moves her body around in a circle letting her breasts rub against his cock making him even harder as she kisses down until her lips hover over the head of his hard cock, where she moves her lips over it up and down and up and down squeezing kaçak bahis her lips over it harder and faster as she takes more and more into her mouth each time as he moans and whimpers slightly in extreme pleasure.

She lets a hand slide down and start fondling his balls ever so gently kneading them in her hand before slowly starting to run her hand up and down the base of his cock as she runs her tongue in a circle around the head. She can feel him start to swell up and looks into his eyes as she engulfs his whole cock in his mouth forcing him to shot load after load of cum into the back of her mouth as she begins swallowing…after he finishes and his body stops shaking she cleans him off and slides up next to him toying with his nipples before passionately kissing him on the lips there tongues playing with each other before he breaks the kiss and rolls her onto her back. He slides his hands down over her hard nipples and down to her wet pussy and starts stroking two fingers in and out of her and running his thumb against her clit as he slides down till his tongue stands straight from his mouth inches from her nipples.

She arches her back up trying to reach his tongue but he moves it each time she tries to reach him. He smirks then flicks his hard wet tongue across her hard aching nipple moving it all around in a small circle before kissing over to the other nipple and running his tongue from the base of her breast all the way up to the top running directly over her nipple. He stops smiles and moves his lips over it and begins pulling on it gently with his moist lips, before wrapping as much of his mouth around it as possible and bobbing his head up and down taking all of it in his mouth and letting it all out until he just has the tip of his tongue against her hard nipple. He lets his hand slide out of her wet pussy and brings it up to her mouth where she gives a cautious lick and smiles before he slides down further leaving tiny kisses down the center of her body before he sticks his tongue into the top of her wet slit barely coming into contact with her clit but making her moan slightly.

He moves his tongue only a tiny little bit down and then back up toying with her clit before running his tongue up and down her slit making his quiver and moan loudly as she started convulsing in a wave of orgasmic bliss. He moved his lips over hers and lapped and sucked all her juices from out of her as he darted his tongue in and out and in and out moving faster exploring all over getting all the juices possible before her orgasm began to fade and he slide up next to her once again beginning to get erect which she noticed and with a few quick strokes he was fully hard again. He looked into her eyes and began to speak.

Reggie: I’ve never you know…gone further than this before…so be gentle okay?

With that he winked at her and kissed her hard on the lips before breaking the kiss and with a bit of a worried look on her face began to speak.

Beth: You haven’t? Um…well me either…I was kind of hoping you would be able to take the lead…

They both nervously smiled at each other as the phone rang and they looked at each other and smiled breaking the nervous situation…

To Be Continued…

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Do you like large women? Does the sight of large beauties turn you on? If so, here at the Big House Brothel, we have a bevy of large women for you. We’re embarking on a trip to go meet plenty of them. It’s going to be something, folks. You’re going to see large women doing all kinds of freaky things. Oral sex. Anal sex. Group sex. It’s all good down here. Don’t say you weren’t warned. It may thrill you, it may shock you, but we’re certain it’s going to leave a mark. Strap yourselves in for a chunking good time, folks!

Gina Terrier is one of the large women of the house. A five-foot-nine, red-haired, green-eyed, big-bottomed and large-breasted large woman from Idaho. This average-faced Irish gal makes up for her shortcomings by being the kind of slut who will literally do anything for sex. Next to her is Kali Marvel. A five-foot-ten, average-faced, thick-bodied, wide-hipped, big-bottomed and bow-legged black woman from Chicago. Her skin is jet black and she is rather average in the face department. While quite ordinary, she possesses extraordinary sexual talents. Looking at her, you’d never know that she was the best oral talent in the house and that her list of favorite sexual proclivities include a talent for anal sex. Yeah, you read right. The large black woman digs booty sex!

Last but not least, there’s Lola Valdez, the gal from Mexico. This young immigrant is new to the United States. She spent her whole life in Mexico. Culture shock aside, she has adapted quite well. Finding steady employment rather quickly. Well, the world’s oldest profession is always hiring. This five-foot-eight, bronze-skinned, round-faced, shifty-eyed, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Mexican woman found her sexual talents in demand in this new country. That’s why she ended up at the Big House Brothel, whose clientele was rather refined, though demanding.

Tonight’s clients were a diverse bunch. First, there’s Adam Leroy. A tall, good-looking Black man. A six-foot-three, ruggedly handsome professional football player and small business owner. Second, there’s Michael Lamont. A five-foot-ten, good-looking, middle-aged Frenchman with long blond hair, green eyes and an aristocratic demeanor. Last but not least, there was Pablo Carlos, a stocky and ruggedly handsome Hispanic gentleman with black hair, bronze skin and light brown eyes. Pablo Carlos was a professional race car driver as well as an entrepreneur. The three men sat comfortably in the lobby of the Big House. All three of them were brought there by the same need and desire. A special interest which none of them dared to admit in the light of day. They had come to indulge their secret lust for large women.

The madam of the establishment was actually a mister. Master Ebony, a stern-looking black man from Columbia. Master Ebony was a tall, good-looking black man. Back in Columbia, he worked as a gigolo, servicing both male and female clients. He hooked up with Emilia Guillermo, a wealthy Columbian widow and became her lover. The widow in question was once the wife of Pedro Guillermo, a wealthy and powerful Columbian warlord whose legions of followers once güvenilir bahis tried a coup against the government. Emilia Guillermo, a beautiful Latin woman in her early forties had both male and female lovers. Her sexual escapades were the talk of the Columbian capital. She was known to sometimes be cruel to her lovers. Master Ebony had been no exception. One night, fed up with her cruelty, he ignored her cries for help when a brigand assaulted her in a dark street. She died from knife wounds inflicted by the urban criminal. Master Ebony, whose real name was Paolo Ramirez took the widow’s money and moved to America.

Once in America, Master Ebony worked as a male model. He eventually met a female porn director who offered him a lot of money to star in her videos. Master Ebony appeared in dozens of gay, bisexual and straight videos. Equally comfortable having sex with men and women, he was totally cool and looked good on camera. Also, the fact that he was gorgeous and well-endowed also won him legions of male and female fans. Master Ebony retired from the porn industry with a lot of money. He went to college, got a degree in accounting and worked for a firm. When they discovered he was once a porn star, they fired him. He walked away from that life and never looked back. He met an aging porn actress named Betty, the former madam of the Big House Brothel. They ran the place together. When Betty died, Master Ebony took over. He was the Man of the House.

Master Ebony observed the three men who sat in the lounge. They were all handsome professionals. He ran their names through his super computer and discovered all kinds of facts about them. Adam Leroy, the gorgeous black football stud was dating a white supermodel named Jessica Derrick. Michael Lamont, the French businessman was married and had two sons and a daughter in college. Pablo Carlos was single, but his race car buddies and conservative fan base wouldn’t approve of him frequenting a brothel. Smiling, Master Ebony took their money, told them the rules and introduced them to the ladies. Then, he retired to observe behind the scenes. He would see everything on camera from the top secret control room.

Adam looked at Gina. Damn, the sexy large Irishwoman was tempting. She took his hand and led him to a secluded spot. Once there, they began to do their thing. Adam was not a very eager man. He wanted to appreciate the charms of the larger woman. Gina put on a show for him. She slowly undressed, letting him see her large and sexy body. Adam enjoyed the sight of her. For reasons he couldn’t fathom, he found himself checking out large women while in public. He hid this from his fans, all of whom were successful, macho men who dated only the prettiest women they could find. He kept his lust for full-figured women to himself. He only indulged himself through discreet encounters. It was ironic. One of the most sought-after bachelors in America, a professional football stud who had women throwing themselves at him had to pay for sex because he feared what people would say if they discovered he liked large women.

Gina grinned at him and gestured for him to come türkçe bahis to her. He got up, and kissed her. She kissed him back. She could tell that he liked her. She touched him through his clothes. Yeah, he really liked her! She unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. Out came his manhood, which was both long and thick. Gina stroked him gently. Wow! This stud was well-endowed! She knelt before him, and took him in her mouth. At first, Gina didn’t know what to expect. No two men tasted the same. Once she had a taste of Adam, she knew exactly what sort of man she was dealing with. As she sucked him off, she sensed passion, virility and masculine strength in him. And she couldn’t get enough of it! Adam was perfectly willing to give it to her.

Michael Lamont, the handsome Frenchman looked at Kali, the gorgeous large black woman. Grinning, he asked her to show him what she was working with. Kali smiled. It’s always good to see a man who likes large women. Such men were held in high regard in her eyes. They often had class and good taste. Michael leaned back, relaxed and enjoyed the show. He watched as the large ebony dame got naked, showing off her full-figured body. His eyes widened when he saw her thick bubble butt. Damn, this woman had a really nice behind. He began stroking himself through his pants. Grinning, Kali asked him to feel her up. He did. She unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt before gently pushing him down on the bed, which was conveniently nearby. Time for this gal to go work. Michael lay on the bed and gently stroked that fine hair of hers as Kali began sucking on his erect manhood. The lovely black dame really knew what she was doing, of that he was sure.

Meanwhile, Pablo was having some fun with Lola, the lovely Mexican gal. the two of them laughed as they kissed and undressed each other. Pablo couldn’t believe his luck. This was his first time going to such an establishment and he had found a lady from his own background. A lovely Latina. Lola eyed Pablo coyly. He was certainly handsome. Judging by the way he kissed her, touched her body and played with her, she knew that this Latin stud knew his way around the female body. He was suckling on her breasts and his fingers slipped into her womanhood. She felt his digits searching, probing and exploring. She gasped at the welcome intrusion. He played her body like a fine musical instrument. Yes, he was loving it and so was she! He gently pushed her down on the bed and went to town on her. He probed and licked her, for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, the floodgates opened. Lola screamed as wave upon wave of pleasure hit her body. Pablo looked at her, and nodded with satisfaction. The Latin stud still had the magic touch.

Meanwhile, Kali and Michael were going at it in full swing. Michael lay on the bed, his hands firmly planted on his partner’s hips. Kali looked at him, grinning as she straddled him. She thrust downward, impaling herself upon his erect manhood. He thrust into her, at last sheathing his member deep inside her. Kali gasped as Michael entered her. Slowly, they worked on establishing a good rhythm both güvenilir bahis siteleri of them were comfortable with. They changed positions. Now, Kali was on all fours. Michael came up behind her and gently spread her full, around butt cheeks. He spread them, and placed his member against her back door. With a swift thrust, he entered her. Kali did not scream when Michael inserted himself into her anal cavity. She had been expecting this. Slowly, she backed up against him, driving him deeper into her. Michael placed his hands on her hips, and thrilled with the fact that she was so into it, began to take her with all the passion he could muster.

Pablo and Lola were also doing their thing. The lovely and curvy Latina looked at the macho hombre who had taken her to high heaven with his dexterous talents and skilled lovemaking. How she wanted to return the favor. He straddled her. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed him into her. Pablo smiled as he felt her fleshy body embrace his stocky, muscular form. How he loved this! He thrust into her, reveling in the supple firmness of her flesh. He was loving every second of it. They went at it like this for some time. He was thrusting into her and she was undulating underneath him, loving his every thrust and feeling the passion behind it. She screamed, begged him for more. Like a real macho Latino, Pablo gave her all he had. This was his first time indulging this particularly sexual interest of his and he intended to enjoy it to the max. And he did.

Adam and Gina were trying their own particular brand of lovemaking. He was suckling on her breasts and fondling her genitalia. She welcomed his fingers and tongue into her womanhood. He was quite dexterous and knew what he was doing. He made her cum rather spectacularly, after probing and teasing her for an eternity. Eager to return the favor, she gave him oral action the likes of which the rest of us can only dream of. When she had him at his hardest, she climbed on top of him like he was a stepladder and began to ride him for all she was worth. Gina gasped as he entered her. The handsome black athlete thrust into her, filling her up. They went at it like this for some time, then changed positions. Gina got on all fours. Adam gently spread her butt cheeks wide open, and inserted himself into her anal canal. Gina gasped then smirked, welcoming the intrusion. She backed up her fine behind, grinding it against his groin, craving more. Adam smiled and gave her all he had, thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow. He took her like this and they screamed passionately, reveling in the sensations they experienced until they lay exhausted on the bed, pleasurably sore.

A short while later, the three couples parted ways. Adam, Michael and Pablo became regulars at the Big House in the following months. Kali, Lola and Gina were always pleased to see them, as was Master Ebony. Indeed, on those nights that the three professional gentlemen visited, the action burned up the screen where the Ebony Master watched everything in private. Action like this was the result of true passion, a rare thing in this world. Thanks to his special interest clientele, Master Ebony was amassing quite the video collection. For his eyes only. Those were the perks of being the Man of the House at the Big House Brothel. He got to indulge his voyeuristic tendencies, and then some.

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Volume three: Exposing Cindy – The butterfly vibrator

Chapter one — a night on the town

Jim and I had been married several years, and we had a reasonable assortment of various experiences in the first years of our marriage. So I was not shocked when he showed up on a Friday evening with a gift for me; a ‘butterfly vibrator’ which had its own harness to hold it in place; however the pair of latex panties also contained in the package he handed me had me confused.

“OK, what’s with the girdle?” I asked. I knew at 5 ft 4 in. and 105 pounds with a slim waist and perky breasts, my figure had not deteriorated to the point of needing a girdle.

“That’s to hold the vibrator in place.” Jim responded.

The harness resembled a g-string that held a vibrating set of ‘wings’ against a clitoris, or more specifically, against my clitoris. The device had a six foot wire connected to a controller that held the batteries and allowed the device to be set to any of five intensity levels. Jim knew that the harness would not actually function holding the vibrator in place, so my engineer husband found an improvement to the design: latex panties.

At Jim’s request, I stripped and stepped into the harness, placing the vibrating wings on my clit. Then I wrestled into the latex panties, securing the ‘wings of the butterfly’ securely in place. Jim turned the vibrator on the lowest setting and it buzzed to life. It felt great. Jim tested several higher settings, and I found that the mid-level setting of three was very arousing, but level four was too simply too intense; and level five was simply unbearable.

Jim informed me we were going out tonight to ‘test drive’ my new toy. My protests were immediately dismissed I was instructed don my ‘butterfly vibrator’ and to get dressed in a rather sheer, tight fitting blouse, that would accentuate my erect nipples nicely; and to wear a wrap around skirt that came just below my knees and a pair of my best FMPs (fuck me pumps high heels). Jim was explicit, I was not allowed to wear a bra tonight.

I bathed, put on my make-up and donned my assigned ‘outfit’ for the night. Jim ran the wire from the controller and batteries out the waist band of my skirt and placed the controller in my skirt pocket, where he had easy access to it. He set the intensity level on two which was highly stimulating but not enough to bring me off. In fact, it was just enough to leave me in a constant state of sexual frustration. I could not help rocking my hips as the constant buzzing on my clit reminded me of how badly I wanted to cum; but I simply could not ‘get there’ at level two.

We arrived at a club, not far from our home. It had a nice bar and dance floor, and the music catered to people in their mid-twenties to early thirties. Jim got us a table near the dance floor and ordered us a round of drinks.

“Baby this vibrator is driving me crazy. It has me just on the edge.” I confessed as I squeezed Jim’s hand.

“I can tell. You have that beautiful flushed look that you get before you cum, and your nipples are even more erect than usual. It is a good look. You carry it well.” Jim reached into my skirt pocket and removed the controller. With a strange look on his face, Jim unexpectedly turned the intensity level up, sending a shock through my clit and up my loins.

I bolted to attention, grabbing the sides of the table with both hand, responding instantly to the intense vibrations on my clitoris. “Oh God, Jim, please, too much….too much….please.”

After about two or three seconds, Jim returned the intensity to the more tolerable level three. But it was obvious, Jim enjoyed my sudden and stark reaction to his ‘test’.

“Whoa, that must have hit a nerve.” Jim joked, proud of himself.

“It’s like a lightning bolt hitting canlı bahis your baby’s clit. At the higher levels it is too intense; more painful than pleasurable. But is gets my attention, that’s for sure.” I paused for a second, then continued, “this level you have it on now is nice; and it warms me up nicely.”

We sipped our drinks for a few minutes before Jim took me out on the dance floor. It was a nice slow song and Jim held me close, and teased my erect nipples as we danced, though I doubt anyone noticed my husband feeling me up.

When we returned to our table, we found the waitress had brought us another round of drinks. Just as I sat down, Bob, one of Jim’s golfing buddies came over to the table to say hello. I was a bit put off by Bob intruding on our play date, but made pleasant talk with him and Jim asked him to sit down and join us for a drink.

Bob seemed quite distracted by my braless nipples which were standing at attention under the sheer silk of my blouse.

After a few minutes of small talk, Jim shocked me by reaching into my skirt pocket and pulling out the vibrator controller. I gave Jim my most serious ‘WTF’ look, indicating I did not think this was a good idea, not a good idea at all.

The controller and wire, which ran into my skirt waistband, definitely caught Bob’s attention. “Jim, my man, what’s this?”

“It’s Cindy’s controller.” Jim responded with obvious amusement. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.

“You have a controller for your wife? I need to get one of these. How does it work?” Bob clearly had not yet figured out the puzzle.

“Cindy, tell Bob how the controller works.”

I blushed ever more deeply, “Jim! Stop it.”

“Now Cindy. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Bob just has a keen intellectual curiosity about such matters. Tell him how it works.”

I sat there fuming, not sure what to do, but realizing that in the end, I always do comply with Jim’s instructions and requests. Without looking at either man, I said, “it controls the vibrator Jim gave me earlier tonight.”

“You have a vibrator inside you?” Bob asked in disbelief.

“Not internal; external.” Was my curt answer.

Jim then handed the controller to Bob, placing the intensity of my clitoral stimulation in his friend’s hands, so to speak. It should be no surprise to anyone, least of all me, that the very first thing Bob did when handed the controller was crank it up to level five.

I bolted to attention, again grabbing he sides of the table as I shook, rigidly immobile, feeling like my eyes were rolling back in my head. “Oh shit, oh shit, please turn it down…that is too much ….oh God, I can’t take it….please….turn it down.”

Bob complied, and returned to the level to 3, but he was very impressed with my reaction. “Jim this is the coolest thing I have ever seen. Damn son, this is great. Did you see how Cindy reacted. Oh man, I love this thing.” And he turned it back to five for a brief instant before returning it, delighting in initiating another sudden and violent spasm.

Jim smiled, “do you want to test drive it on the dance floor?”

Bob looked at me, then Jim, “Do you mean it? Hell yeah. Cindy, would you like to dance?”

I looked at Jim pleadingly, “Jim, this is a bad idea. Let’s not do this. Not here.”

Jim dismissed my concerns again, “Oh, what can happen? It’ll be fun. Trust me. Have I ever led you astray before?”

“We’ll discuss that last question later.” I said to Jim. I turned to Bob, took his hand as he led me to the dance floor. “Can you behave yourself? Or should I ask can you be trusted with that damn thing?” motioning to the controller in his hand.

“Of course. I am like a boy scout.” He replied flippantly.

As we walked from the table to the dance floor, my mind wandered; bahis siteleri I thought of my puppy, Buffy. Buffy is a honey colored cocker spaniel that Jim gave me as a Christmas present the year before we were married. She was the cutest thing, and I adored her. When Buffy was about 1 1/2 years old, Jim convinced me to breed her and sell the puppies. I remember vividly taking my baby, Buffy, to the breeders where should would be ‘introduced’ to Beau, the stud dog. As I handed the leash to the breeder and he led Buffy away, she looked back at me, scared and confused. She did not fully understand what awaited her. Beau had already caught her scent, and he fully understood what was about to happen; but Buffy was scared and confused, and unaware. She showed her fear as she looked back at me as she we led away to the breeding pen; her huge brown eyes asking me ‘mommy, what are they doing to me?’ It tore my heart to see her look back at me that way s as she was being led away.

Now Bob was leading me to the dance floor. The wire leading from the controller in Bob’s hand into my waist of my skirt, was amazingly similar to a leash, and as I looked back at Jim, scared and confused, as if to say ‘what are you going to let him do to me?’ At that moment, I understood exactly how Buffy felt that day she was led away for Beau to ‘mount’ her. I felt like a ‘bitch in heat’ being led to a breeding cage; however, unlike Buffy, I had some idea of what was happening. I had an idea about what awaited me on the dance floor. And it scared and confused me. But knowing that I was being led to a ‘breeding cage of sorts’, also excited me on some level. I knew that Bob had caught wind of my ‘scent’. I knew I was about to be played with and teased. And the fact that this was occurring on a public dance floor limited my options of how I could respond. And the fact that my husband, Jim, not only approved, but was enjoying my predicament, excited me.

I saw one woman look at the thin red wire strung between Bob and me, and I blushed with embarrassment. What did she think the wire was? Did she know? Did she think it looked like a leash? Did she know I was being led away from my master to a ‘breeding cage”? My face burned crimson, my heart pounded and my loins ached at these thoughts. There were all kinds of emotions running through my mind, and we had not even made it to the center of the dance floor yet!

The first dance was to a fast song, and we danced, the vibrator remained comfortably on level 3. We danced close, close enough to keep the wire from being too conspicuous, but not too close as to be really touching each other during the initial song.

The next song was a slow number and Bob pulled me close to him. Despite my confusion, shame and the fear running through my mind, the buzzing on my clit did make me a bit more amorous than normal. I enjoyed being held close by Bob, feeling my erect nipples pressing against his chest. I began to relax just a bit, and enjoy the gentle stimulation on my clit.

But I guess the temptation was simply too great for Bob. Bob could not resist turning the intensity up to four. I became more rigid immediately, I felt my knees buckle slightly, and I was forced to lean in and brace myself against him for support. “Oh shit, Bob, that is too much, too intense,….please…it is too much.”

“Give it a second. I think you’ll get used to it.”

“Bob, I don’t know if I can’t take it. It is so intense.” I realized that I was pressing myself firmly into Bob, and I was now involuntarily grinding my pussy into Bobs crotch. “Shit. Oh Bob, this thing is driving me nuts.” My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. I could not control my hips, I was shamelessly humping and grinding into Bob’s penis, which now was rapidly becoming hard and pressing back into me.

“See, Cindy, it’s starting bahis şirketleri to feel good isn’t it?”

I simply nodded, amazed at my response. Bob’s hands were still on my back, but he was certainly pushing me into him, very pleased with my loss of control. And he was right, it did start to feel good.

I have no idea who else was watching. I know Jim was taking in the entire show. But I assume other patrons were also aware of my wanton behavior and movements on the dance floor.

“Bob, please, you are going to make me cum right here. Oh shit. I can’t help it. I am losing it.” I hissed into his ear.

But sparing me from an untimely orgasm was not what Bob wanted at this moment.

I felt it starting to build, and I knew there was nothing I could do at this moment to stop my very public orgasm. Despite my efforts to control my arousal, I knew I was moments away from reaching a climax.

“Oh God, I’m cumming.” I hissed into Bob’s ear, as I humped shamelessly into his erect penis. Then, in an instant of confused lust, I kissed Bob deeply, opening my mouth to accept his tongue. In response, his hand reached up to feel my breast. We were both completely unaware of anyone around us. I ground my crotch into him shamelessly; unable to control my pelvis as the waves of pleasure shook me to the core. I convulsed and quivered. I wanted to stop cumming, but the intense vibration on my erect and sensitive clitoris kept me at an elevated peak of excitement; I simply could not stop my ongoing orgasm.

It was a long and powerful orgasm that sent waves of pleasure through my loins and my abdomen. I shuddered as I sucked Bob’s tongue into my mouth. His fingers were pulling my erect nipple until it was borderline painful.

“Oh, please…..I need to stop…….please, let me stop……please turn that damn thing off.” I was whimpering now, he had complete control and I had none. I was not aware of others around me. I was not aware of Jim watching us. I just shook and humped involuntarily as the ‘forced orgasm’ continued for several seconds until Bob turned the intensity down. I was convulsing with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. You cannot understand the intensity I was experiencing, or my need to come down from this high.

Bob had the good sense to turn the device off, and my arousal subsided as the song ended. I stood there a moment, my head resting on Bob’s shoulder, panting, as I tried to recover. I was afraid to look around the room to see if anyone was staring at me, aghast of my indecent display on the dance floor. I could not deal with the shame of looking in the eyes of those around me at that moment.

As he led me back to the table, Bob simply said, “That was the sexiest thing I ever saw. You are the sexiest thing I ever met!”

I responded sheepishly, “You were a very bad boy. You are no boy scout! You cannot be trusted with any type of power over me; or any women I suspect.”

Jim was smiling from ear-to-ear. “Cindy, did you do what I think you did out there? Did my wife have a little orgasm on the dance floor?”

“No baby, I did not have a ‘little orgasm’ out there. I had an earth shattering, eyes to the back of the head, almost black out, head banging orgasm out there. And your idiot friend cannot be trusted with the controls to my clitoris.”

“Well goddamn, it was hot to watch. Smoking hot. You two are a trip.” Jim was beaming, obviously pleased with the way this turned out. “So Bobby, how does she handle on the dance floor?”

“Jim, my man, she handles like a dream. She corners tight, and she responds great when you accelerate out of the curves.”

I looked at both of them, shook my head, and said, “you two are a couple of adolescent morons. You really are.”

I had several more drinks to calm my nerves, before I could look around the bar trying to determine if my scandalous behavior was attracting scorn. I honestly could not tell if it was. I could not tell if I had attracted much attention or not.

Chapter two — back at home (Coming soon)

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By the way the light washes through the room, it has to be well past noon. I vaguely remember seeing 3:05 on the alarm clock just before sinking into unconsciousness. Neither of us has left the bed since. More accurately, were allowed to leave. This was at Charlotte’s insistence.

We had fallen asleep in the exact position that I came, with Charlotte’s hand between my legs and her arm draped behind my head. Our faces pressed together in an unconscious kiss. She hadn’t even let me wipe up the mess I made on our bodies. Mostly, my body.

I didn’t mind. As nasty as things had gotten, what was a little cum between lovers? Besides, we did a pretty good job of cleaning up. We had been like cats licking the mess off each other.

But now, without the cover of night, I feel a little embarrassed by the idea of cum on my lips. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time; it just doesn’t seem that way now.

As I lie in bed, I listen to the soft sighing snores coming from the other side of the bed. I find them soothing. Such an innocent departure from the filth coming out of her mouth just eight hours ago. It’s relaxing. Sweet, even.

I’m of course, no longer aroused. Last night took a toll on my body and even a full night’s sleep can’t shake the hours that came before it. Last night’s debauchery was just too shocking. Our actions, too unspeakable. In the light of day, shame starts to rear its ugly head.

We’ve shifted enough in our sleep that we are no longer touching. I quietly turn over and see the silhouette of Charlotte’s body on its side. A perfect hour-glass but for the extra bump in the bottom half. I like that it’s disproportional. Such a large and round ass.

I still marvel at the frenzied sex of the night before. I kick myself a bit for cumming so soon the second time. Or for that matter, the first. Having anal with Charlotte is just about the best sex I can think of, so I’m a little disappointed I didn’t give myself the chance to actually do it.

I guess there’d still be time later in the week. I suspect that after last night, we’d spend today gambling. Which wasn’t the worst idea in the world. We did come to Atlantic City for a reason. I look down at myself, completely naked; and completely soft.

I can’t remember the last time I woke up without a hard-on. I decide to give myself a pass. I did after all, have the craziest sex I ever had last night. I still couldn’t believe Charlotte had given herself up like that. So nasty. So dirty. I wonder if she’s going to act as if it didn’t happen when she wakes up. I figure I’d take her lead on that. No sense in recounting what might be embarrassing for us both.

Only, I can’t get the events out of my head. There is a part of me that’s dying to know whether it was being tied up or being so dirty that got me aroused the second time. It suddenly seems very important for me to know. It seemed to happen so fast. The fact that Charlotte took total control certainly didn’t hurt. And the way she talked, God, that was so incredibly hot.

Thinking about that makes me think about the Champagne and I simply can’t get over that experience. I wonder just how much of that Champagne she really had. She was quite the animal. Overall, I had a feeling it would be a night I’d come back to again and again in my imagination. More likely than not, with my cock in my hand.

When she’s at her most playful, Charlotte will put dirty panties in my bag, text me nasty messages, and indulge my deepest fantasies. But I had never known her to be so…so, deviant.

I imagine that she didn’t count on me tearing open her tights; which in Charlotte’s book, was probably a step too far. Hell, it went too far in my book — but only after I came. Prior to me cumming, it seemed like the only thing I wanted.

The only thing I needed. Once again, my inner-Jeckyl and Hyde plays its tricks on me. It occurs to me that Charlotte actually broke that spell last night. How was that possible? As I think this, my eyes are drawn to the bottom half of the hourglass.

That ass. That damned ass. Surely I wasn’t so perverted that the smell of her ass was enough to do the trick. To undo Mother Nature’s limits. But that smell was so strong. So potent. And sure enough, it was her backing up on my face that did it.

I look at the mound under the comforter again and tell myself that can’t possibly be right. Something as simple as smell can’t be the one thing that arouses me after I’ve cum. It was too simple; and quite frankly, too deviant. After all, it wasn’t something as scientific as pheromones.

Or even the salty taste of her sweat; which I’ve told myself many times is what turns me on about her dirty panties. There’s no doubt that pungent smell can do the trick, but there was none of that last night. She hadn’t been slaving away at work, or walking around in the same pair of panties. She had just showered. And of course, the other thing.

I feel extremely conflicted. It confounds me. And then, I suddenly have an idea. I’m not aroused, so now is exactly the right time. bahis siteleri I flip up the cover, just enough to see Charlotte’s half naked body. Lucky for me, Charlotte likes to sleep with the bottom half naked. Neither of us cleaned up after last night, so why not see if this is what does it?

A part of my mind (the Hyde part), chides me for being stupid. What the hell? You’ll just make a damn fool of yourself and besides, what if she wakes up? We were both a little tipsy last night and sure, things got out of hand, but it’s daytime now. You don’t want to do this. You’re just going to gross yourself out.

And even worse, you’ll gross out Charlotte if she catches you. What’s she going to think about you? Fucking pervert is what she’ll think. You’ll be lucky to get anywhere close to that ass again. Just roll back over and go to sleep. Hell, last night was fun and spontaneous; but her ass isn’t a science experiment I tell myself. Scream at myself.

I pull the cover back over her. Done is done. And we have two more days to fit plenty of fun in. Just…just not right now. Not only was I not horny, I didn’t want to get horny. And Charlotte had her fill. At least for a little while. We don’t need to keep going at it like a bunch of horny teenagers.

Each time I make it dirty, you’re gonna clean it up. The memory of her words bring a smile on my lips. Even as I start to doze I replay all the nasty words that had spilled from Charlotte’s mouth. Each time I make it dirty, you’re gonna clean it up. Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll fucking dirty it up again. You’re gonna get it so dirty baby. You’re gonna get it right after I make it dirty.

Jesus. Was that really Charlotte? I catch myself lifting the comforter again. The curvature of her hips. The white creaminess of her skin. It’s not sexual. It’s more of an artistic admiration.

Last night I threw curiosity aside for lust. Now its lust that’s secondary to my curiosity. What would it be like to just put my face down there? Would it still smell? Would it still taste sweet? But most importantly, would it still turn me on? I’m conflicted. There’s a part of me that hopes the smell of her ass won’t do anything for me. Then again.

Ah hell. What was the matter with me? When would I get this chance again? As I get ready to wiggle myself down, Charlotte stirs. I completely freeze. There’s a rush that reminds me of the first time looking at porn. The fear of getting caught. The conflict of curiosity. I count to six before I hear that soft snoring sound again. I exhale.

When I finally get my nerve, I slowly pull back the comforter.

“Good morning baby.”

My heart catches in my throat. I’m able to conceal my surprise, but just barely.

“Hey baby.” I manage.

“What time is it?” Her voice is sleepy. Sleepy but incredibly cute.

“I dunno. I just woke up myself.”

She turns around and smiles. It’s sweet Charlotte that looks at me. I can’t help but lean in for a kiss. She returns it; but it’s chaste. The devilish lust in her eyes from the night before is completely gone.

“My breath stinks. I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”

Before I get a chance to respond, she stumbles out of bed. I drop my head back on the bed, content. A great night of sex followed by a great night of sleep. I am perfectly happy. I start thinking about getting up; getting myself ready for the tables at the casino. As I do, I stretch my arms out and yawn.

My hands sweep the linen and purely by luck, it comes across the tattered nylon. I know what it is before I even have a chance to wrap my hands around it. Without thinking, I immediately bring it to my face. I need to know. To answer this question before Charlotte gets back. I find the tear, find the spot, and without even looking, bring it to my face. I inhale. As deeply and as passionately as if she’s wearing it. Again. And then again. I’m desperate to find that smell. To have it make me hard. To have that nasty taste in my mouth.

But I don’t find it. Or rather, I do, but I don’t find that feeling. The smell is vague. Dull. Far away. The funny thing about smell is once it gets in your nose, you get used to it. It becomes less prominent. Less potent. I can smell it, but it doesn’t do much for me. I sigh. I guess not. I put it up to my face one more time, close my eyes and — .

“What are you doing?” I have no idea how long Charlotte’s been gone. With the sound of her voice, I jerk fully awake.

“I…I …baby I was..”

“You didn’t get enough last night?”

“No…I was just wondering…”

“What the hell?”

“Baby..i was just…”

Charlotte yanks at the tights and puts them to her nose. She looks down at me, shaking her head, as if disgusted with me. Before I can say anything else, she pulls down the comforter.

“What the fuck, you’re not even hard?”

“I just wanted to … I was just…”

“Just what?”

For the first time I look at her. Really look at her. She’s still wearing the tank top from last night, but now she’s pulled on a pair of black panties. canlı bahis siteleri Charlotte’s hair is a tangled mess, but it only adds to her sex appeal. She still has the tights in her hands.

“Just what?” she repeats.

“I wanted to see if…you know if it would…”

“What? If my dirty ass would make you hard again?”

“Well…yea..i guess.”

“It doesn’t look like it worked.”

“No…I guess not.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Why?”

“Come on, get up. Let’s get some breakfast.”

“Baby, what’s a shame?”

“A promise is a promise.”

“Baby, I don’t understand.”

“You promised me.” She’s hesitant, but her voice is also wanton.

“What did I promise?”

Charlotte leans down and whispers in my ear. “Every time I make it dirty, you have to clean me up.” My eyes snap up to meet her gaze. The tone of her voice has changed. Her breathing is short and rapid. Just saying those words out loud gets her excited. She looks at the tights in her hands, brings them to her nose again, and then tosses them down. “These aren’t going to work. You need something fresh.”

I look at her incredulously. Sitting up, I say, “Baby? We should probably take a brea-“

“I don’t care if you’re horny or not,” she gasps in my ear,” I just got dirty.”

Charlotte leans over to pull off her panties. I think she’s going to give them to me but instead, she tosses them aside as well. “No more panties. You need the real thing.”

“Baby, i…”

As I sit with my back to the headboard, she climbs across my lap. Even as she does so, I get the fresh scent of her. My heart starts thudding in my chest almost immediately. It’s not arousal, just an impulse response to the anticipation. Just as I think, this is going to be bad, she says those exact words out loud.

“You really want me to-“

“Yes.” As she says this, she brings herself up on all fours; exactly perpendicular to my body. Her ass just a foot away from my face. The blast of her odor overtakes my senses again. It’s even more powerful than last night. There are no panties this time. No barrier to give me a chance to get used to that perfume. It’s just her naked ass, rising up towards my face. It doesn’t take long before I’m completely immersed in her scent. That scent.

“Did you really just …?”

“Oh yes.”

“That’s…this… this isn’t ok.”

“Then why are you so hard baby?”

I’m suddenly aware of the downward pressure on my cock against her naked skin. I can feel it jabbing into her pubic area. I realize I’m the one that’s pushing up; grinding myself into her.

My split personality goes into overdrive and the bottom half is clearly winning. Still, I tell myself that enough is enough. Somehow, this is different from just sniffing her dirty panties. Charlotte must be psychic because at that very moment, she says,

“Go ahead baby. It’s just like sucking on my panties.”

“No, it’s really not.” I know it’s not. I just can’t explain why. There’s something inherently wrong with this. But Charlotte is right. Why would I be so hard?

“No, it’s really not,” she echoes. “My panties aren’t this nasty.”

I’m so conflicted. But not about wanting to do this. It’s the fact that her ass is saddled between my cock and my face. I want her ass down so I can grind into her pussy, but I also want her ass up higher. Much higher. Much closer to my face. And there’s only one reason why.

“You know I can only get so clean without showering,” Charlotte says lasciviously, giving her ass a little wiggle. She uses one hand to pull open her right cheek. The smell is overwhelming; so much so that I actually think I’m getting high. I should be repulsed, but the only thought running through my head is “why is my cock so fucking hard?”

It’s been abused so much in the past 12 hours that I worry the damn thing is just going to fall off. Or explode. Still, it feels like it won’t stop getting harder. Bigger. Every time I think I’ve had enough, that I’ve had my fill, Charlotte sticks that ass in my face and I get hard again. How is that possible? How can that be so easy for her to do?

But it’s not just her ass she’s putting in my face, is it? Oh no. It’s much more than that. Charlotte’s been putting her ass in front of my face for the past seven years. Just not like this. Not all dirtied up like some slut. The contradiction is the key. How can this beautiful, lily-white ass that’s so round and soft and otherwise, perfect, smell so obscenely bad?

I put my hands over hers. Together we slowly part her cheeks. The smell is absolutely…gorgeous. Charlotte is right of course. It’s more than just nasty. It’s dark and noxiously intoxicating. Forbidden. Soiled.

I am completely mesmerized. The line splitting her fascinates me. The dark hole in the middle, even more so. It’s perfect. The smell is what makes it perfect.

“What are you waiting for? I know you want to. I can feel how hard you want to.”

Once again, Charlotte takes my pause for hesitation. She doesn’t know that it’s taking güvenilir bahis every part of my will power to not just bury my face in her. To breathe in her deliciousness. To taste it. IT. That one thing that I find, makes her ass so perfect.

“Baby?? You don’t want it?” Now she’s the one that’s nervous, insecure. Before I get a chance to respond, she crawls off of me. I look down to see my cock is raging. Unbelievably hard. Having cum twice last night, I can’t even imagine how this is possible. I actually wrap my fingers around it to make sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me. When Charlotte turns around to see me with cock in hand, she says, “Baby just come here and fuck me.” She turns herself over on the bed, spreading her legs for me to get a good view of her pussy.

“Now I need you to just…” she’s practically panting now that my face is close enough to feel my hot breath. “I just need…you…” Charlotte’s breathing so heavy she can’t get the words out. “I just need you to put that big cock inside of me.”

I stop stroking myself. Partly to calm myself and partly to figure out what I should do next. I put one hand on each of her bent knees and position myself in front of her. With my cock still raging, I gently guide it against her wet pussy lips. She cries out each time I push against her. I don’t penetrate, instead, I just bump my cock against her wet pussy lips. It’s too much fun watching her suffer.

“Put it in. God baby, put it in me now!”

As she says the word “now,” I slide my hands down her thigh, grip her waist and ram myself in as hard and as far as I can go. Her eyes bulge in surprise and with another two pumps she starts to make that low keening noise I know all too well. Instead of pumping faster to take her where she wants to go, I stop. Her eyes widen as if in panic. She starts gyrating her hips and I immediately pull out. To deny her.

“Baby? What are -“

I dive right back with the full length of my shaft. I do it all in one stroke and sink even deeper inside of her. She is so incredibly wet that there’s almost no resistance at all.

“Oh MY GOD!”

I pull out all the way again and repeat this motion. Again. And then again. Each time she screams out. Each time she grinds herself harder against me. Each time I deny her the opportunity to finish.

I can see it’s killing her. When her frustration boils over, Charlotte sneaks a hand between her legs. I grab both of her wrists and bring them over her head as I plunge back inside. I don’t thrust. I just slide in and hold it there.

“You don’t get to cum yet,” I whisper.

“Oh my God baby, I need it so bad.”

“You cum when I say you cum.” With that, I reach over with my left hand and grab her left ankle. I guide it across her body so she has to turn over. We’ve done this move a million times. Going from missionary to doggie without pulling out.

It’s what I love about the sex we have. The practiced motions of long time lovers. She immediately rolls over, getting on all fours. I push in, making sure I’m wedged deep inside of her. The sound she makes is music to my ears.

“Now, I’m going to make you cum baby. I’m going to make you really cum.”

“Oh…oh…my …Oh my God yes baby.”

I start a jackhammering motion that moves the entire bed. It takes one, two, three thrusts before Charlotte falls into lock-step with me. She pushes back as I thrust forward. It takes less than thirty seconds before she is screaming, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Over and over again.

The advantage of having cum so much the night before is that I feel like I can go forever. I’m nowhere near the point in which I might let go myself. I let her have it. Thrust after thrust. Orgasm after orgasm. I lose count.

Each time I pull back, I look down and see her puckering hole. It teases me. The motion of me pounding her backside wafts that scent of her to my nose. It is so much more than nasty. It is completely taboo. I love it. I put both hands on her cheeks to steady myself… and to pull them apart. I can’t stop looking at it.

I position the thumb of my right hand on her sweet spot. It’s moist, either from her sweat, the cum dripping down from her pussy, or maybe even something else. I don’t care. Just the feel of it makes me want to bring it directly to my face. Not that I need to. I can smell it from where I am.

She has become so wet my cock slides out twice during the pounding. Both times I slip it back in without missing a beat. When she finally collapses, out of breath and panting, I fall on top of her. I make sure my cock stays deeply wedged inside of her. Every inch of my body is touching hers. My arms shadow hers, all the way to our interlocked fingers. We lie cheek to cheek.

She’s become completely incoherent, murmuring a string of nonsensical phrases even as she tries to kiss my lips from below. She brings her arms in close, hugging me tighter to her. As she does so, I remember that my right thumb had been pressed right against her dirty rim. I catch the scent of it and instinctively wiggle my bottom half against hers. With our fingers still locked, I bring my hand right up to our faces. I inhale, but Charlotte miss takes this for me wanting her to suck on my thumb. She doesn’t hesitate. She sucks on it like an infant.

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Author’s note: Here is my first attempt at putting smut on Lit. It is kind of a paean to the great erotic writers of Lit who have invested so much of their time to share their fantasies and experiences. I have frequently enjoyed the fruits of their/your labor, and hope the following story expresses my admiration sufficiently. Anyways, hope you enjoy and please feel free to praise what you liked and suggest changes to what you did not.

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I was halfway through my macroeconomics class when I got the itch. It was not an itch that good Chinese girls like me were supposed to get, that tingling in my pussy as I felt it moisten. Shifting my weight, I crossed my legs and tried to type more notes on aggregate supply and demand. My fingers nervously pecked at the keys, desperately wanting to access the internet and head to my favorite sites. I was sitting in the back; no one would see or care if my fingers happened to brush my…cunt. That is what the stories I read always called it.

“According to the Keynesians, changes in the aggregate demand….” droned the professor.

Just a little peak, a tease, I promised myself as I started accessing the network. I glanced around the lecture hall, most of the students were half asleep, no one was looking my way, and the professor was equally disheartened taking refuge in her notes. No one saw me as my hand slipped under my jeans and panties, feeling the sparse tuft of smooth dark hair, then sliding one delicate finger along my pussy lips, sucking in a little breath as I felt that familiar tingle.

I still remember the first time I masturbated, the first few tentative tickles giving way to frantic rubbing, the occasional gasp becoming bahis firmaları deep moans. At first I kept looking at the door, afraid my mom would open the door and see her precious little girl doing such naughty things, but the more I stroked myself the more I needed to stroke myself, closing my eyes and letting my fingers dance around my clit with abandon. Soon my hand had found it’s way to my budding breast and squeezed, and I felt the tension building. Then all that tension exploded in glorious orgasm. My back arched and I moaned like a madwomen, then collapsed, quaking slightly with my mouth hanging open, still in shock. I had known of such things only from hushed, giggle filled conversations with my friends, huddled around to share our most intimate thoughts. They had not done it justice. Soon I began to adventure online, dirty chat rooms (where I might have been the only real girl), story sites, always remaining anonymous. I loved the dirty feelings it brought up with in me, a release from my structured, clean, ambitious life. I explored farther and farther, until I got here, surrounded by peoples and still covertly touching myself.

“Supply siders, on the other hand, argue that…”

My breath was quickening between my full lips as my fingers traced my labia, spreading them gently and brushing over the moist flesh in between. A few quick clicks and I was reading one of my favorite stories, about an Asian girl getting fucked by a Black man with a large dick, cheesy and racist I know, but well written and gave me that wonderfully dirty feeling. I lifted my hand and brought it up discreetly, giving my breast a light squeeze on the way, dragging my palm over my shirt and kaçak iddaa bra covered nipple. It rested on my collar bone fingers lightly caressing my smooth skin, sending chills through me. My eyes skimmed words about how the woman was taking his cock in her mouth, and the details of all the things she was doing with her tongue, sliding it along his shaft, kissing the bulbous head. I don’t know why it turned me on so much, but my breaths were getting shallower and I could feel the flush spreading across my face. I darted off a few quick looks and saw no one looking back. Thank God, I thought, I need this. I need it so bad. He was sliding that huge dick down her neck now, leaving a trail of her saliva and precum, and then circling one of her nipples with it. My fingers followed his path on my own body. I started rubbing my pussy harder as I circled my nipple, feeling it become painfully stiff against my bra. I dared another look over my monitor, no one was looking, but my gaze lingered a bit, seeing the world with lust tinted glasses. The guy in

front of me was well built; I wondered what he would do with his dick if he had unhindered access to my body. The girl sitting next to him was a cute, curvy Hispanic woman and I wondered what it would be like to lap at her cunt. Even the professor, with her gray hair was starting to look good. She had big tits, and I wondered what it would

be like to tear open that blouse she wore and suck them, even if they probably sagged.

I went back to the story as the big black man was lifting up the petit Japanese girl, his dick sliding down her taught abs. I could almost feel that warm lump of manhood moving down me. As he started to kiss his kaçak bahis Asian lover I felt my tongue slide over my own lips, realizing that they were parted. Shit I am horny, even if someone looks ups at this back corner I don’t think I could stop.

He was at her entrance, the head about to pump into her. She was begging for it, as desperate as I was. As he slammed into her, my fingers slid into my cunt and I began to fuck myself with the same rhythm as he fucked her in my head. In and out. In and out. The tempo was increasing as I moved towards orgasm. My thumb found my clit and circles it as best it could while the rest of my hand kept pumping. I clenched my other hand into a fist to keep from squeezing my breasts.

Shit shit shit, I thought with each thrust into myself. I had to finish, but I had to finish quickly, before anyone happened to see me working myself.

The characters in the story were declaring that they were going to cum, and I knew I was about to as well. My hand slid out of my pussy and started vigorously rubbing my clit. My juices flowed around my fingers and my breaths became faster and sharper as my muscles tensed and I began to quake slightly

Almost there.

I worked my self so fast my wrist felt strained, but I did not care, I could feel it building, the tension seeming to slow everything down. Then it released, like a rubber band snapping I felt the orgasm hit me. An explosion of pleasure washing over my whole body, it was more powerful than any orgasm I could remember since the first. I let out a

little “uuh” through clenched teeth, trying to conceal it, but I knew I twisted tensed for the few moments it had me in its grasp. When it left I felt my body go limp, taking a few moments to collect myself. I surveyed the room and did not notice anyone giving me any weird looks, and then I saw her, a girl a few rows in front of me, looking back at me grinning.

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[Readers will benefit from reading the earlier chapters to understand the characters but especially should read the immediately preceding Chapters 07 and 08 in which the current part of the story starts. Warning: Those offended by bodily functions should read no further.]

Marian was lying face up in the bathtub staring at Deb’s attractive pudendum. She had swallowed the pretty domme’s hot pee and then licked her dry. The 50-year-old somewhat plain Marian had never seen herself in such a classically submissive position, but all this had followed from her coming to her daughter Karen’s doorstep after her husband had abandoned her.

That was when Marian learned to her dismay that Karen had grown into a dominant if still little woman. But she made it clear right away to her mother that Marian’s stay at Karen’s magnificent living space was premised on the once-abusive mother’s becoming totally submissive to her daughter.

Karen now lived with her great friend and lover Emily. Emily was both an accomplished businesswoman and an heiress. Karen too had achieved some modest success in her work as a corporate analyst. And at their home, Emily had entrusted her lover Karen with authority over Emily’s older sisters, Linda and Leslie, both in their 30s, one still shaken by a bad marriage and the other never having yet found herself.

Both sisters were now submissive not only to their younger sister but to Karen, and it was Karen who controlled their daily doings. She made it clear that while she enjoyed cooking, they were entirely responsible for cleaning the townhouse and for keeping track of all housekeeping, beginning with making the beds and cleaning up after Karen and Emily.

Marian had joined the two as a third submissive. She did not accommodate herself well to the changed circumstances of her life, so Karen took advantage of meeting a new friend, Deb, a lithe blonde domme who lived with her own sub, Marge. Deb agreed to host Marian for a weekend to train her. Karen felt a shiver when she thought of Deb’s doing this, because she realized immediately that Deb had more severe instincts than either she or Emily did.

Meanwhile, Marian stared up at Deb’s crotch, hoping that she would not have to receive Deb’s bowel movement, as she had been made to do on her first evening at their home. Instead, Deb rose gracefully and with her little finger, summoned her larger but warmer roommate and sub, Marge.

Marge stepped into the tub and let down her trousers and panties before squatting over Marian. Marian had had to remove Marge’s tampon the previous day and then replace it, after licking Marge’s period flow from her vulval area. Now Marge’s hairy split loomed again over Marian’s face and she heard Deb instruct her again to take Marge’s soaked tampon out with her teeth.

Knowing she had no choice but to comply, Marian endured the rich metallic smell of Marge’s menses as she grasped the white string between her front teeth and tugged on the tampon, which slid right out and plopped, reeking with menstrual fluid, on Marian’s face.

“Now clean her off with your tongue,” Deb ordered briskly, expecting Marian to be well schooled in this humiliating task.

Marian overcame the overpowering smell of Marge’s bleeding vagina and licked the large woman’s hairy hole, then reached for the Tampax box to take out a new tampon to insert.

But Deb stopped her.

“No, she’s misbehaved, too,” Deb said petulantly. “So she will have to get along with a small pantiliner today. Marge knows that when she’s naughty, especially during her period, I will not hesitate to make her ‘difficult days’ even more demanding.”

She handed Marge the small liner, which likely would be soaked bahis firmaları within an hour, and watched as the larger woman shamefacedly pulled up her full white cotton briefs and slipped the liner in the crotch to try to stem her heavy flow.

Marian thought for a moment how cruel Deb was to her own lover. Then she realized that Marge got off on being treated this way. Marge either was a glutton for humiliation—that was what Marian figured—or else she was smart enough to get Deb really annoyed. The lithe blonde clearly was capable of being an extremely severe and punitive mistress if the occasion in any way presented itself to her.

Marge stepped out of the tub, pulling her slacks back up. As she did, Deb told Marian to lift her bottom and Deb slipped a large diaper under her and proceeded to tape the ends together. Marian now was wearing a diaper for the first time since she was a toddler.

“This is part of your training, Marian dear,” Deb drawled mildly. “You will need to ask Marge or me to change you but I warn you not to ask us before you’ve been wearing it for a good while because I expect that you will use the diaper for what it is meant for.”

Marian now understood that she would be doing her business—pee and poop both—in the shameful adult-sized diaper. The diaper was nice and snug, as Marian resembled her daughter in her slight build.

Marian was now allowed to get up and out of the bathtub and to put her bra, blouse, and skirt back on.

“So long as you’re around the house,” Deb explained, “you needn’t wear plastic panties. But if you have to go out when diapered, you will wear them.”

Marian cringed, as she thought of how the plastic panties would crinkle and make noise, letting anyone near her know that at her ripe age, she had been put into diapers.

Deb then went into her study to complete some work for her job, and Marge invited Marian to join her and watch some television.

“Don’t let this upset you,” Marge said. “She does this to me—the pantiliner instead of a tampon or pad—whenever she thinks I’ve gotten too big for my britches, and you can see that I wear pretty large-sized britches.” Marge grinned and Marian relaxed, if only for a moment.

“Marge,” Marian said, in what sounded like an almost girlish voice, “I just know now that I won’t be able to hold it in for long because I needed to go when she took me in there and made me take her pee and lick her dry and serve you.”

“What do you have to do?” Marge asked.

Using the words her daughter Karen now required that her mother use, to magnify her humiliation, Marian quietly said, “I need to make a wee-wee and probably a big doody.”

“Oh, really,” Marge said, sympathetically. “You will probably have to go in your diaper, sweetie, because this will be part of Deb’s training regimen for you. Don’t worry, she’ll change you or have me do it before you get a rash or something.”

Marge’s assurance gave Marian scant confidence, given the fearsome likelihood that she would soon soil her diaper. Marian already felt the cramping that she was used to feeling when she had a large movement in her system almost ready to be excreted. Deb’s plan was working in that Marian was getting hot and bothered both by the serious internal pressure that would build on her anal sphincter and the almost as untenable situation as her bladder filled and also started to press on that as well as its own sphincter.

Marian tried bravely to control her functions but after about 15 minutes trying to concentrate on the TV program Marge had on, she let out a little cry and her face became quite red.

“Did you do it in your didee?” Marge asked, concerned.

“Yes, Marge,” Marian responded kaçak iddaa in a little voice, because she felt she was now about three years old, messing her own diaper.

Marge affected a somewhat motherly concern. “Did Marian do both in her didee?” she asked in a humiliating tone appropriate for interrogating a naughty child.

“Yes, Marge,” Marian sighed, “I did a major doody in my diaper and peed too.”

Just saying the childish words made Marian cringe but she thought to herself that at least her own daughter wasn’t there to lord it over her.

“I’m sorry but you will have to wait until Deb comes out to be changed,” Marge said with a kind note in her voice. “She doesn’t like to be disturbed when she’s working in there—especially for something like this. So just be patient, because you don’t want her to cane you in the diaper position, now do you?”

“Oh, no, not that, please,” Marian pleaded. “I will be good, I promise.”

Marge, despite her submissive nature, felt herself getting warm and wet as she listened to the older woman’s child-like whimpering.

“Just be quiet and act like a good girl,” Marge advised, as one might speak to a five-year-old.

After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only about twenty-five minutes, Deb emerged from her study.

“Whew,” the lithe blonde said to Marge, “I am exhausted from catching up on all that work.”

She saw that Marian was unusually subdued and immediately realized what had likely transpired in her absence.

“Oh, Marian,” Deb asked in an innocent way, “did some little girl go in her diaper while I was engaged in my work?”

Marian reddened but managed to stammer out not much more than a “Yes, Miss Deborah.”

“Well, Marge,” Deb said with a smile but resolutely, “that means that we will have to change our little girl here, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Deb,” Marge said, being permitted to address her domme so equally, “it would be best so she doesn’t get a rash.”

“Fine,” Deb answered. “Marian, get your little tushee up on the changing table,” she ordered, pointing to a plain white formica table that seemed perfectly suited for the humiliating function about to be performed on its surface.

The diminutive Marian clambered onto the table and lay on her back as Marge unzipped her short skirt and lowered it, disclosing her bulging adult-sized diaper.

“Oh, it looks like this little girl has made a big one in her diaper, doesn’t it, Marge?” Deb went on in her humiliating tone.

“Indeed, yes, Deb,” Marge responded, as she untaped the diaper’s fastenings and motioned Marian to lift her hips up off the table. Marge then carefully slipped the full diaper out from under Marian, showing the contents to Deb, who sniffed and made a face at the sight and smell of Marian’s feces and piss.

“She managed to deposit quite a load for such a small girl,” Deb added condescendingly as Marge wrapped the soiled diaper, taped it and deposited it in the lidded metal waste container.

“She did not retain for very long so I think this time she needs to be plugged,” Deb said, making Marian now frightened as she imagined how she was about to be punished.

Marge opened a cabinet and handed Deb two plastic cylinders, sized to fit in a sub’s vaginal and anal openings. Deb put a dab of lube on the anal plug and slid it into Marian’s dark anal opening, then added some more onto the larger vaginal intruder and slipped that into Marian’s wet snatch.

“Hmm,” Deb commented to her own sub, “Marge, this girl is quite wet. I think she gets excited when she gets to have something in her pussy. So maybe she won’t feel that she’s being punished.”

Marge internally sympathized with the scared Marian kaçak bahis but knew she could not in any way help her avoid the inevitable discipline Deb would now administer in a very humiliating and painful fashion.

“Grasp your legs at the calves, Marian,” Deb directed, “and hold them up in front of you.”

While Marian’s fear only intensified, she did what she was told and held her lower legs so as to expose her bottom, thighs, and most critically, her anus and her cunt, to Deb.

“She has a rather pleasant-looking pussy for an older lady,” Deb remarked to Marge as Marian winced while her intimate charms were discussed so blithely.

Deb then reached for her thin cane, lay it across Marian’s bottom just above her anus, and applied two quick flicks to Marian’s bottom cheeks, eliciting cries each time.

She kept flicking the little cane across the cheeks, moving it so it was now hitting the cheeks right above the anal crack and crinkled little hole. Now Deb applied a lighter but stinging stroke further down Marian’s bottom so that it barely tickled the lower edge of Marian’s vulva.

The punished woman let out a scream more out of fear than pain because the cane had not actually touched the tender vulval flesh on or inside Marian’s thin labia.

Deb interrupted her application of the cane to prod the two plugs with her finger, causing Marian to flinch from feeling this deep inside her vagina and anus.

She then ceased the caning and told Marge to sponge Marian’s bottom and vulva clean and provide Marian with a clean pair of white cotton panties.

Marian smiled briefly at the prospect of escaping further diaper discipline and Deb reminded her, “You’d better be a very good girl or you will be back in those diapers.”

“Now do you think you can go back to your daughter’s home and be as good a sub to her as we’ve taught you to be here?” Deb asked, most insinuatingly.

“Oh, yes, Miss Deborah,” Marian replied immediately in a voice that was high enough to surprise her. “I have really learned how to be a good girl here with the two of you. Thank you so much for taking the time to teach me, as I know I can be a trial at times.”

Clearly, the experience with Deb and Marge had affected Marian’s outlook. Now the middle-aged mom appreciated the comparative attractiveness of her living situation with her daughter. Karen may have become something of a bitch—Marian was even starting to accept that she had been at least partly at fault for this aspect of Karen’s development—but she lacked the sadism Deb exhibited, albeit masked by her charming manners, appearance, and friendly drawl.

Now Marian was ordered to bend over and she quaked in fear of further severe punishment from the sadistic Deb.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Deb drawled. “Marge, pull down her panties and retrieve the plugs.”

Her larger friend reached down and lowered Marian’s white cotton undies. She carefully withdrew the two plugs from Marian’s vagina and anus as the 50-year-old breathed deeply.

Deb took a glance at Marian’s still-red bottom and somewhat untrimmed bush.

“Hmm,” the lithe blonde domme mused, “I think we need to clean you up a bit to return to Miss Karen.”

She motioned to Marian to get up on the table and lie on her back. Marian complied, mostly out of fear but managed to ask in a small voice what kind of cleaning she needed, fearing an enema.

“Oh, Marge, darling,” Deb drawled, “I think our little girl here is afraid of a little bowel rinsing. No, that will take longer than I’d like. We’re just going to trim that messy pussy hair of yours a bit.”

Marge handed a little trimmer to Deb who proceeded to start clipping the brown curls from Marian’s mons. Soon she was left with a very short covering of her fleshy triangle.

“Consider yourself privileged, missy,” Deb went on. “Usually we shave subs who come to stay here but I think we’ll leave you a ground cover down there.”

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Sunday

Jack opened his eyes and looked around. They adjusted to the low light and he made out the familiar shapes in his spare room.

He spread out and stretched into a star shape. He had slept well in the double bed in his room.

He reached across to check his phone for the time: 6:45 am. His body clock never changed from the week.

He could feel his hard cock straining underneath the sheets. His mind raced back to the fun that he had had with Anna and Ellie last night.

Anna was so sexy. She knew how to arouse him. She knew what he wanted even when he didn’t.

Ellie had stayed over last night and the two of them had slept in Anna’s bed together. Jack’s cock pulsed as he thought of the two of them together in bed and the things they had got up to without him there.

Jack grasped his cock and started to stroke the shaft underneath the sheet. He moved his head up and over the ridge around his cock head and then gripped tightly back down the shaft. He breathed out and moaned quietly. He needed to cum. He continued to stroke. Where though? He didn’t want to mess up his spare sheets with his cum.

He stopped and moved onto his elbows to have a closer look around the room. He then thought he could tiptoe into the bathroom and finish himself off in there.

He threw the sheet of him and swung his legs onto the floor. He was sat in the edge of the bed and he listened.

He heard a quiet giggle from the bedroom next door. He held his breath to try and hear more. Jack heard a stifled laugh from both of the girls. He would never be able to make it to the bathroom now.

Then he heard her.

Anna lightly padded across the landing towards his door. He shot back back into bed, his cock bobbing against his toned stomach. He threw the sheet half over him and watched the door to his room. He saw a naked Anna tiptoe passed his room holding a towel. She was heading for a shower. He heard the bathroom door lock shut and the shower started up.

Jack turned into his back, frustrated. He slipped the sheet off him as he internet casino lay there naked and stared to slowly stroke his cock again. The feeling and the need to cum was starting to overwhelm him now. His cock was like steel.

He slowly stroked his cock up and down, thinking how close he could get to cumming. In his head the two girls were kissing passionately and grinding their pussies into each other.

Suddenly he was interrupted with someone in the doorway. Ellie was stood there watching him stroking his cock.

She had on one of Anna’s silk nightgowns. It was fully open as she stood in the doorway. He couldn’t see her breasts in full but he could make out her breasts as her nipples were erect. The nightgown covered her breasts but was open down the centre of her body. He could see her pussy mound because the gown was open. She was making no attempt at covering up.

“Morning Jack,” Ellie whispered, “what are you doing?” She looked down at his hand on his erect cock and raised an eyebrow.

He released his cock and opened his mouth to speak.

“No,” Ellie instructed, “carry on.”

Jack gripped his cock again and, looking straight at Ellie, he slowly started stroking his cock.

Ellie watched intently and started to stroke her finger nails lightly over her neck as he stroked his shaft.

Her hand moved down over the silk nightgown over her breasts as she watched Jack. He slowed his stroking down, he was already really close to cumming.

Ellie circled her fingers around her erect nipples and the gasped silently when she grabbed her breast in her hand.

Jack felt the tingling in his ball for third time this morning, the third time in the space of ten minutes. He lifted his hips up to meet his hand like he was fucking his hand. His breathing shortened.

“Jack!” Anna suddenly said, “you can’t cum. Think of the mess Jack.” She hadn’t stopped looking at him as she spoke.

Jack had to release his cock because he feared he would cum from just holding the shaft. His cock bobbed and pulsed, he wondered canlı poker oyna whether it was too late. Pre cum drooled out and down the shaft of his hard cock.

Ellie stepped into the room and moved over to the bed where Jack lay. She stood next to where his head was and she looked down at him. She stood with her legs open. Jack’s eyes were level with her pussy.

“However,” Ellie continued, “I can cum because I make very little mess. So stand up please.”

Jack got up, his heart was pounding in his chest. He could still hear the shower running next door.

He stood next to Ellie. His cock was touching her thighs and leaving a trail of pre-cum on there. Ellie looked up at him and smiled when she felt it. She closed her eyes and briefly brushed her lips against his. Jack started to pucker up to kiss her properly but she pulled away and lay down exactly where he was a few seconds ago.

Her silk nightie had come open and he could see her body in its full glory as he looked down at her on the bed. He breasts were bigger than Anna’s, more full. Even though she was flat on her back, they were still pert and supported on her chest. Her nipples were erect and she had her hand between her legs on her pussy.

“Ohhh Jack,” Ellie moaned, “watching you stroke your cock had made me so wet…hhhmmmm.”

Jack looked down at her fingers rubbing her clit. She was using two fingers to rub and she was speeding up. The palms of her fingers were flat against her clit.

Jack looked up her body. He followed the line up and over her toned stomach and up to her full breasts. His cock was just above her head, level with her lips.

“Ffffuck Jack, I’m close. Ssssshhhiiiit,” she moaned whilst moving her hips in time with her strokes.

Jack could hear the shower still running next door.

Ellie placed her other hand down next to her pussy and started to slide fingers inside. She used two to slide them deep into her pussy. She slid them back out and then speedily thrust them back inside. Her other hand was rapidly rubbing against her poker oyna clit.

Jack grabbed his cock, he was aching to cum. He held the shaft tightly in his hand and slowly eased it towards Ellie’s mouth. Her lips parted a fraction.

She watched him and looked directly at the head of his cock. Pre-cum had continued to gather and it was dribbling off his cock onto Ellie’s lips. Her tongue darted out as it landed and she licked her lips.

The scene was so sexy to Jack. He started fucking his hand.

“Jack…oh god…I’m going to cummm. Jack…mmm…cover my mouth Jack…ffffuuuck…I can’t keep quiet.” Ellie begged.

Jack looked at her face and her eyes were pleading him. He started fucking his hand in deep slow strokes now, he was close.

“P-p-p-please Jack…I’m so close…pleeease.”

Jack lifted his other hand and placed it lightly over her mouth. Ellie’s breathing was shorter now and through her nose. Her eyes were wide looking up at Jack.

She groaned as her body started to stiffen. He thrust forward and gripped tightly. He felt the cum building and his cock was starting to pulse, there was no stopping now.

“Mmmmmm…fffffffff…nnnnnnngggg”.

She was cumming. Her hips shook as she rubbed the orgasm out of her. She bit down lightly on his finger. Breathing rapidly through her nose, she watched as Jack started to cum.

This morning’s teasing and edging had built up and Jack started to cum over Ellie. It splashed down onto her lips, over onto the bed and onto her throat. He aimed his cock further down her body towards her breasts. He thrust forward again and cum landed across her breast and covered both of her nipples. He milked his cock one more time and cum dribbled onto her chest and down onto the bed.

“Hmmmm…oooooh,” she moved her mouth away from his fingers, “oh god. That was so good Jack, so intense. Look at all your cum. God, you needed that, didn’t you? I know I did.”

The shower stopped.

Ellie silently giggled and jumped up. She stood in front of Jack and reached her wet fingers up to his lips. He could smell her juices on her fingers. She pushed them into his mouth. He tasted her and breathed in deep. Ellie then tip-toed quickly and quietly out of his room across the landing into his main room where she had slept last night.

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I open my eyes and stare into the brightness of the sun. My covers have come off of me during the night. I can barely see, as it is so bright, and the sun is starting to hurt my eyes.

I pull the blinds, groping for them with one hand. I wish that I had a pair of sunglasses on and that I didn’t have to sit there and look at something that was just so damned bright.

I get up, tossing the blankets from me as I sleep.

I’m naked, except for a pair of socks. For some reason my skin near my feet is rather sensitive and if I even begin to nick a nail there or something, the blood begins to flow. Not like stigmata, but close enough.

The windows are open, and there is a warm breeze coming through the window, caressing my body, tickling my nipples, making them peak.

There is no one out there, no one who cares to watch me, but it just feels so good, not to have clothes on, not to be constrained by something. Normally when we all go off to work, there must be something that we all must wear, a business suit of some sort.

Whether it is a full business suit or even just a bathing suit if we work at a tanning salon.

Now canlı bahis şirketleri we have all had that fresh-out-of-the-tub feeling, right? Those sensations that we are fully clean.

I’m hungry now and realize that I need to go have some breakfast. The question lingers inside my head, should I go put something on…

‘Who am I kidding?’ I wonder to myself as I realize that this is my own house and if I chose not to wear anything, than so is it.

I walk out to the kitchen, grabbing one of the bowls from the cabinet.

I slide over to the other part of the cabinet, and reach forth to the back of the cabinet, my breasts wiggle slightly as I reach above me, stretching to reach the illusive bowl, I place my knee on the countertop, giving whomever might be above to look out and see me a nice view of my perky buttocks and if they look ever so slightly upwards, they will be able to see my cunt, open and ripe for all to see.

I really don’t know why this turns me on so, but it does.

I slide the box down, and carefully place my feet back on the ground. Believe me I can tell you this, falling onto the canlı kaçak iddaa hard linoleum floor is not the greatest, and its even worse if you aren’t wearing anything, which for me is most of the time.

I then bring the box back into the breakfast nook area, my long brown hair, swishing around my ass.

I discovered as a child I could sit upon my hair and it was the childhood curiosity of how it would feel upon my bare buttocks that led me to try this.

I waited until no one was home, and I was by myself, I don’t exactly remember what I was doing, I just know that the next thing I remembered was that I was in my room, all alone, my heart pounding, and I had the door shut.

I reached underneath my Tee shirt and grabbed the hem, pulling it over my head, and off my body, tossing it onto the floor.

I stayed there for a moment, watching myself breathe, watching the shallow outline of my ribs as I inhale and exhale.

I wanted more, and I knew that there was more, in moments my hands going for the snaps of my jeans roughly pulling them apart, and sliding the zipper down as fast as possible, letting the air caress canlı kaçak bahis my thighs, that seemed to feel so good. I pulled my panties down and slid them down, almost falling backwards, thank-goodness for the bed, and I pulled off my pants and underwear, I could feel as the tip of my hair tickled the back part of my buttocks, and it felt good. Really, really good.

I placed a hand down towards my cunt, gently pressing my fingers in and moving my cunt lips aside, pressing in further, wantonly searching for the little nugget that would drive me crazy.

When I found it, it was like fireworks, my legs started to convulse and twitch almost the second I got onto my love button. I felt my long hair strand around between my legs, so in a fit of passion I reached between my legs and grabbed my hair, pulling it towards me, and up through my pubic area. I know it sounded odd, but I didn’t care, it felt great.

I screamed out for anyone to hear, and I lost consciousness…

When I woke up later, I was in my bed, again. My old normal age, I don’t know how I got here. My hands playing with my clit, rubbing it in that way I enjoyed. I got up and went naked to the kitchen once more, my bowl and cereal still out waiting for me. It left me to wonder… How did I manage to do that?

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head. And amazingly my cereal wasn’t at all soggy!

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