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None of it made any sense.

Her one true love was the Lord.

Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?

She could not even.

Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten.

She remembered that she wasn’t the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting desires.

She recalled the previous night, like many previous nights, when she had entered the communal bathroom. The two other rookies from her incoming class, who resided in the closet-sized rooms on either side hers, just happened to take their showers at the same time. They also just happened to find their calling at the same time, yet insisted it was simply a coincidence that they had decided to join the same superfluity.

She was the only one in the building who found the duo’s explanation suspicious, probably because she was the only one up late enough to spy them fingering each other in one of the shower stalls. They hadn’t bothered to draw the curtain last night, nor had they noticed her come into the steamy room, mut escort so she had gotten an eyeful of the two voluptuous women, their hands stuffed in each other’s furry caverns, moaning as the warm water cascaded over their bodies. Their antics that night didn’t shock her, as their cleansing coupling had become a regular occurrence. However, she was surprised that this time, she hid just out of view to watch and finger along with her colleagues, the three women strumming their delicate instruments as a heavenly choir of angels.

She wondered what he would think if he knew what she did last night, rubbing her nub while spying on her co-workers, ogling their feminine caresses as they held each other’s hips, sucked each other’s full breasts, and coaxed each other’s pussies to burst forth with lady cum.

He’d probably get off on it.

She reflected on her last encounter with him, during their overlapping lunch breaks at the sandwich shop. She said that they were two ships passing in the night, although recently they had been passing each other repeatedly and during the daytime.

He declared that they were both well-educated humans in nazilli escort their mid-20s, with the ability to steer in a different direction.

She confessed she was unsure about her current path.

He told her he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He needed her in his bed.

Why her? she had inquired.

Why not, he had explained.

She didn’t have an answer.

So he asked another question.

What did she think about him when she was alone?

She replied by requesting to use his shower.

He assented.

Then she invited him to join her.

He asked what kind of lady did she take him for.

She giggled and led him out of the shop and through the streets to his familiar apartment in the afternoon sunshine.

Once they had locked the front door and entered the bathtub, his digits explored her dark bush from behind, while she balanced against the tile wall with one hand and stroked his uncircumcised brown cock with the other. They were so consumed with the combined passion for each other and guilt of their unsanctioned actions that they forgot to turn on the water. As he was well acquainted nilüfer escort with the sensitive areas of her body, when she reached her first climax, he knew how to roll her into the second one, which was even louder, although with a smaller squirt than before. After his load erupted down the crack of her rosy behind, he turned her around. Then he knelt at her altar so that he could declare his devotion and eat the bread of life. The tears of joy streamed across her cheeks as his fat tongue took her higher, the stars in her eyes lighting the way to her salvation.

…

That morning, as she rose from the creaky mattress, the tears returned to her cheeks. Though she had confidence in herself, she had no idea what her future would now hold. Was she prepared to give up the certainty that her role in this institution had provided? Could she turn her back on her commitment to tradition, in the hopes to unite with a man who had never previously taken communion?

She made the bed, zipped her valise, handed her resignation letter to the Mother Superior’s assistant, and exited through the convent gift shop. After a bus ride and a short walk, she let herself into her home-now their home-with the key he gave her. She found him at the stove, bare chested, cooking their favorite breakfast: eggs over easy on whole wheat toast. He relinquished the spatula so he could hold her in his arms.

They were ready to start the first day of the rest of their lives.

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For me giving a guy a blow-job is intense, when I have my mouth and tongue on a guy’s crotch, licking his balls and his shaft, inhaling his hot male aroma that steams from his genitals, and the taste. I know that there a lot of girls that don’t like the taste of cum, but I not one of them. Giving a blow-job makes me feel in control. I mean just asking a guy if he’d like a blow-job and he’ll drop everything, including his pants to get your mouth on his cock.

Here an example: I was at the mall the other day, checking out the electronic sections of different stores. I had to replace my video camera. It had been busted since I had try making a dirty movie with some friends. Things got wild and the camera hit the floor. Oh well, the night was great even if I didn’t have a video to remember it by.

At one store this cute salesman named Lance was trying to help me. He was have trouble as he was sly, and my low cut top was giving him trouble. Bashful guy are so cut when they blush when you catch them looking. Then I suddenly realized why he was holding his clipboard down in front of his jeans like he was. So I ask him to help me with something in else it the back of the department . Once We milas escort were in back of the electronics department, hidden by several aisles of junk, so I reached right behind that clipboard and massaged the expected lump in his trousers. Lance whimpered softly.

“I’m awfully hungry,” I murmured. ” You going to give me a little snack?”

Some kind of weird croak escaped from his mouth. He didn’t seem able to speak. I took that for a “yes.”

Squatting, I pushed his hands and clipboard out of the way, then unzipped his fly so I could get his cock out in the open. It wasn’t ridiculously long, about seven inches, the perfect size for deepthroating. It was also nice and meaty, with a plum-sized crown that was already leaking a steady stream of pre-cum secretions.

He croaked again. This time, I vaguely pick out words. Something about being on the job. But I listened to what his cock, not his mouth, was saying. Rounding my lips into a perfect O, I sucked in that plum-sized crown like it was a strand of spaghetti instead of a lump of solid beef. His flesh had a faint pre-cum flavor that I love. I felt my panties dampen as I squirmed in my squatting position, mudanya escort turning my head a little to send more of his delicious cock down my throat.

Giving head is a empowering thing with me. I knew a few tricks. I can make a man cum fast or slow. Even if a guy gets a little rough, gagging me with his cock I still fell in control. In public or private a blow-job to me put me in control. In Lance’s case, since we were where he worked, it was more interesting to suck him slowly. What would his boss, for instance, say if he caught me with my lips clamped around Lance’s cock? He’d probably just fir the poor fool, but it was more fun to imagine him demanding equal time in my mouth.

Lance groaned, then choked back the sound. I felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickle my lips each time the crown of his cock slide in to the back of my throat. His cock felt as if it was growing in my mouth, so huge that it filled my mouth from my lips all the way back to the sensitive far wall of my throat.

I couldn’t help but gasp a little around the pocket rocket stuffed in my face. Spit was running hot from the straining corners of my mouth. My excitement mustafakemalpaşa escort was at fever pitch, at any moment someone could come around to where her were and see me squatting with this cock in my mouth. I could no longer resist sliding my hand under and up my skirt to massage my own pussy through my panties while I slowly sucked Lance to his own fever pitch. It wasn’t long before my fingers were inside my flimsy panties, thrusting eagerly into my wet hole.

We heard voices, footsteps. One or more people almost entered our little aisle, but they changed their minds and backtracked at the last minute. That close call was all I needed to send me over the edge. I climaxed hard. I felt my juice run out of me and with my panties pushed to the side there was nothing to catch the hot liquid as a piddle formed on the floor. My climax sent my sucking into overdrive I need Lance’s cum now. It was to much for Lance. He filled my mouth with his hot cream in one hard powerful blast. I stand up and opened my mouth to show Lance the white cream and then I swallowed it. I told Lance that if he get me the video camera I wanted on discount he could come over and help me break it in. as I left the store I hear them call for clean up on the aisle me and Lance were on and I remember leaving a piddle there. I quick but powerful climax hit me as I walked out the door.

P.S. that night the star were not out but I was as I stared in a very hot movie with Lance in my backyard, but that another story.

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After I finished showering, I got dressed and came out of the bathroom. Greg and Paul were sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I smiled, and sat down on the chair.

We were talking, when the bedroom door opens. I almost forgot Bev and Tom were in there.

Bev walks out, straightening herself up. She looks at me and says we better get going. Paul gets up and gets our coats for us. We say our good byes and we go to her car.

As we drive into town she tells me what happened with her and Tom. “Never have I been fucked so good lady!” “Do tell Bev,” I say. As I know she is anxious to tell me.

“Well, while you were busy with Greg and Paul, Tom and I slipped into the bedroom, right. He was so shy, I thought I was gonna have to do all the work.

But all of a sudden he man went mad with passion. He came over to me. Looked me in the eye, and Tam, the man was so crazed. He tore my shirt off of me literally. Ripped merzifon escort it right over my head. Not that I minded, cause it turned me on.

His hand reached around and undid my bra. He threw it across the room. He grabbed my breasts and just when I thought he was gonna just rip my pants off and fuck the hell out of me, he slows down.

He pushed me onto the bed and we kiss passionately, his hand returning to my breast. Pinching the nipple, making it hard. He moves down, and starts sucking hard on them. Making me want him more. Then he stops.

His hands move down my stomach with such a gentle touch, it makes me shiver. He reaches my pants and slowly lowers them. Pulling them off.

He does the same with my panties. He then starts undressing himself. And as he does this I watch. He has made me so wet from sucking on my breasts. I need him now.

But he is stripping, teasing mezitli escort me. I can’t help myself. I lower my hand and run it thru my pubic hair, slipping my fingers into my pussy. Finding my clit and rubbing it hard. My back arching as I hit my first peak.

Tom, watching me and growing harder. He is taking his underwear off, and I move my fingers lower and find my cunt. I lick my lips and put 2 fingers inside me. Moving them in and out and side to side.

Tom’s cock falls out as he removes his pants. It was so huge, so hard looking. I ram my fingers inside me, as he walks over to the end of the bed and crawls up to me.

He grabs a hold of my legs and my ass lifts off of the bed. I stop fingering myself. He lowers his head and licks my pussy. Pulling me closer. I feel his tongue enter my hole.

It wiggles inside of me. I am breathing harder with each movement he makes with midyat escort it. His cock growing. He sucks me dry, but I don’t stay dry for long.

He stops, letting go of my legs. He turns me over. On my hands and knees, he puts his hands over my ass, rubbing my cheeks. He comes closer and guiding his enormous cock into my ass.

I moan out cause it almost stings going in. He starts off slow but works up to a hard, fast thrust. I lower my head to the pillow. He reaches around my body pulling me back up. I scream out.

He starts moaning. His balls slapping my ass. Harder, harder, faster and faster. He falls onto me, and I fall onto the bed. His cock still in me. He rolls over. Runs his fingers thru my hair.

Then we hear you come out of the bathroom, and I thought we better get going. So we kiss, I got dressed and came out.

You know Tami, I have had many men, but none like Tom. I mean like yeah, I have been fucked up the ass, but not like that. When a girl says size don’t count, Tom’s counted big time.”

By this time we were at my house. I said good night and walked into the house, shutting the door and leaned up against it. And thought about what we did. Who knows what will happen next time!!

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We finally meet. We aren’t as awkward as I feared. The friendly hugs and kisses, hinting at more than mere friendship. We spend the evening talking about our lives sharing stories. Eventually we decide to order in. Since we want to be alone together. Our smiles the way we hold hands. The fact that we are happy tells everyone we are together. The food arrives and we eat suddenly very silent as the bedroom looms larger in our thoughts. I say that we could go to bedroom and fuck like bunnies and while that would be fantastic. I think we both are looking for something more than bunnies. I say that I just want to get to know your body and how it reacts. If you are ticklish. What your cock looks like when hard. What your face does when you are close to cumming. How your cock feels right before it comes. You are silent and very aroused.

“How melikgazi escort are you expecting to accomplish such things?” you ask.

I reply, “Tonight I’m going to do it with my fingers.” I move over to you and we spend forever hugging kissing and petting.

I smile and say, “I feel like I’m a teenager.” Kissing you before you can reply that you still are a teen. You manage to undo my bra under my shirt and I slip out of it then say that I won’t tempt myself from my mission and that being topless would definitely distract. Your impish pout is sweet but I’m determined and I kiss you again taking time to remove your clothes as we wander to bedroom. You lay exposed on bed and I ask you to roll over.

You comply and are in heaven as I massage baby oil into your legs working up them menemen escort to your behind and sitting over you as I rub oil into your back neck and shoulders. You feel really relaxed, and I ask you to roll over. You do somewhat shyly and I once again working from your feet massaging oil into your skin. I skip over your crotch and do your chest enjoying feel of your body, playing with your nipples. My eyes on your face watching you blush occasionally. I reach your face and slowly deeply kiss you enjoying the sweet response of your lips and tongue.

“We have all the time in the world,” I softly whisper. I lay between your legs my focus on your cock now just inspecting it from every angle fascinated by it. Letting my mind wander to how it would feel deep within me then pulling my focus back to the present. meram escort I cup your balls feeling them seeing how you respond. Then looking back to your cock admiring the slight curve of the shaft and smiling at how the tip has one glistening drop upon it. My fingers run over shaft feeling like a thousand tiny feet upon your cock. Finally I grow courageous and grip it very loosely hand slowly gliding up and down my free hand roaming over your hip and thigh. Stroking firmer and faster and you manage to utter a few preferences. My soft capable hands stroking sensitively, almost perfectly to cumming. You moan my name followed by long creamy strands arcing high. I watch with childish delight at the results of my work.

Stroking softer and softer as you come back down to normal. Glancing deep into your eyes seeing your face tell all. I gather some Kleenex to clean up and kiss you as I do feeling the warmth of your climax spread through me. Once you’re clean I suck one finger licking the smears of cum upon it. I make no comment on taste before I curl up next to your warm naked body and cuddle feeling very safe and happy with you.

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Jenny let herself into the small boutique just off the high street. The good smell of furniture wax hit her as she walked through the first part of the old Tailors, the tiny bell ringing out her presence as it had for many years. As she waited for old Mr Thorpe the tailor she examined some lovely cloth from the metre rolls surrounding the cash desk, planning out her next handmade outfit down to the last detail. She had always had money, and there was something decadent about getting tailored clothes in this day and age.

A polite cough behind her made her turn around, but the tailor was nowhere to be seen. Instead there stood a much younger man, offering his help.

“What happened to Mr Thorpe?” she murmured, as she drank in the appearance of the stylish man before her.

“I’m his son, come down from my shop in London to give him a hand. He’s getting too old to deal with all the admin you know?” he smiled, “How can I help?”

She began to reel off the outfit she had planned in her head. It was a party dress, for her annual New Years Eve party. She wanted it in black material, coming to just below the knee with simple embroidery on the hem. She wanted something elegant and flattering because she knew there would be a lot of unattached men there and it been so long since she had had anyone else in her bed, she’d begun to think it would be empty forever. She saw his straight nose wrinkle a little with distaste as she described the dress to him and she faltered.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just that in a woman as striking as yourself, it seems a little plain. Would you like to take a look in the back and see some of the new fabric we have in? Dad wasn’t too adventurous when it came to ordering goods, but I’ve been splashing out”.

She blushed at the compliment from this handsome young man and agreed. They made their way through the small brown door she’d never been through in all the years she had visited the tailors shop. The place was a warren, with endless rooms veering off out of sight containing every kind of material. It was silent but for a radio playing quietly in some far off room.

“Name’s David” he extended a hand as he walked, stepping over rolls of unpacked cloth, “sorry about the mess, Dad’s unimpressed.”

“Jenny” she smiled back. He really was an interesting looking man, cool blue eyes, a lean face, mouth always on the verge of a smile, and when he smiled he was transformed, lighting up his eyes, with an infectious laugh she couldn’t help responding to, as he showed her around the shop, making her laugh and throwing compliments at her over his shoulder.

She liked the way he moved. His body seemed to stalk, making her think of some wild animal. She was aware of his eyes on her, had been on her ever since she walked in.

They admired some cloth and reached out to touch it at the same lefkoşa escort time, stroking it, fingers touching. Did his fingers linger on hers? Jenny felt a slight heat in her face as she recognised the look in his eyes, he made no pretense of hiding his admiration for her. Turning to face her, he reached and stroked her cheek softly, stroking his thumb slowly across her full lower lip, as he whispered “So soft…”. With that he turned away and loped off across the room, leaving her a little breathless.

“I have just the thing” he murmured, calling her over to a small room, where the silk was stored behind tissue to protect the expensive cloth. He set one of the rolls free; a soft chinese silk green, it glowed softly in the dim light. She touched the soft weightless material, jumping a little as she heard him speak quietly by her ear and realised how close he was.

“Why don’t you try some on? I know you’d look amazing.”

“What, now?”

“Why not?”

As he spoke he began to ease her coat off her shoulders, and Jenny dimly realised that she wasn’t stopping him. In fact her hands had moved to her blouse and she was slowly undoing the buttons, knowing he was still facing her back, beginning to feel more than a little aroused at this daring act. She began to slip it down and she heard his stifled breath as he turned round. Had he not believed she would do it?

She felt a little powerful as she moved to the side, just to the very outskirts of his vision, and began slowly to remove her skirt. She stood for a second in her underwear, considering her next move. She looked past the package of green fabric to a standing roll, tearing open the tissue covering it, she found the crimson silk beneath. It was beautiful.

At that moment she decided what she would do. Pulling one edge of the roll, she unwound a long bolt of the blood red, and pulled it across her. Behind this veil, she removed her underwear, then she wrapped the silk around her curves, knowing that every contour of her breasts and body were visible, her skin pale and creamy above the scarlet.

“What do you think?” she spoke, her voice low and husky.

He turned, his eyes raking over her, “God, you look so different!”

She was pleased he sounded so dazed. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her body. Perfect. She decided to have some fun.

“Oh are you sure?” she pouted, pulling the silk in tighter, knowing her nipples were hard against the fabric, running her hands over her body, holding it aginst her, letting one smooth pale thigh come into view. As the slit got higher it went all the way up the side of her body, past her hip to just below her breasts, showing nothing but one creamy line of flesh, letting him know she was absolutely naked beneath the cloth. That was it. His cool was blown. He ran a hand through his hair and stuttered, lüleburgaz escort actually stuttered!

“So you’re like, naked under there?”

He sounded like an adolescent boy confronted with his first kiss. She smiled and decided to keep up the act for a little while.

“I hope you don’t mind, I just love feeling this against my skin, it’s so cool and I’m so hot…” With that, she took his hand and placed it on her belly, letting him feel the heat penetrating through the thin material.

He swallowed as she leant back against the rolls of silk with his hand still on her, slipping down slightly over her skin. It took guts but she placed her hand over his and slowly led him to the inevitable. The slow trip of his light fingers down was intensely erotic, his eyes met hers and their gazes locked.

He watched her face as he pushed down over her pussy through the silk. She opened a little for him and he slipped his fingers into the hot cleft within, coating her skin with damp silk.

He needed no more encouragement now, and his other hand slid up to cup the soft curves of her breasts, stroking and squeezing gently, pushing his hard body against hers, his fingers stroking her, he looked into her eyes for a few seconds, watching her gasp and shudder before covering her mouth with his own, feeding on her mouth, dragging ever deeper kisses from her swollen lips crushed against his.

He moaned softly as his roaming hands encountered velvet soft flesh above slippery silk, the heat of her body stirring his own. He was so hard.

As he stood back to pull off his shirt, she let the cloth slide slowly of its own accord from the slopes of her breasts, exposing the pale swell of them, their pink tips hard under his gaze. He struggled with his top and became impatient, she heard a tiny rip and smirked a little. Now this was power.

Soon he stood there in his boxers, his desire very evident. He kissed her again pressing it into her soft body, his arms surrounding her. Her hands moved around him and pulled down his underwear, feeling that amazingly sensual moment when his erection burned through the silk at her hips. Now there was only one last barrier between their bodies, grinding against each other in the heat of their lust for each other. Suddenly, he stopped and stepped back with a sexy glint in his eye, walking quickly to the back of the room. He came back with a huge pair of metal dressmakers scissors, gleaming in the light.

He stood before her, as she eyed them, unsure of his next move. Now he was in control. He touched her thigh softly, making her shiver, growing with desire for him. Then he held the material slightly away from her skin and began to cut with the sharp scissors into it. Slicing up and into it, leaving it in tatters hanging from her form. And as he snipped away, exposing magosa escort more and more of her creamy pale flesh, she felt the touch of the ice cold blades caress her skin, sending thrills racing through her body, she gasped out loud, wanting more yet not wanting this dangerous touch to stop.

He exposed her nipples again, brushing the sharp metal against one, before lowering his hot mouth to it and surrounding it entirely, licking softly, maddeningly, then sucking hard until she could feel herself becoming wet and tingling, ready for his touch. As he kissed and softly rubbed his lips across the other breast, his arms were around her and he was brushing the scissors very softly up and down her spine and around her hips, the sensation was incredible. She writhed beneath him, his lips moving up to her neck and lips.

As he began to tease and suck gently on her neck, she wanted to regain control. She knew just what to do. Her hands delved between them and she gathered up a handful of strips of silk, slowly wrapping them around his cock, smiling as his lips slowed on her throat. He breathed heavily, his hot breath almost driving her wild. She began to masturbate him slowly through the cloth, hearing his gasps.

Somewhere, a large pair of scissors dropped to the floor.

She gripped him loosely letting him feel the slippery soft texture of the cloth on his sensitive flesh. Soon it was almost too much. He moaned her name and she knew he couldn’t take much more.

She lost herself in the depth of his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes of his need for her, as if his body wasn’t enough. She let go, dropping to her knees, pulling off the silk and licking her lips.

As her soft wet lips surrounded his cock she felt him shake, letting his head fall back, loosely stroking her blonde locks, obviously wanting to guide her. Suddenly her hands came down hard on his, pushing her mouth as deep as she could go, and he almost came right there and then.

Sensing she liked it a little rougher than he was giving it, he pulled up by the shoulders, kissing her fiercely, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her arms. He turned her around and leant her against the rolls of cloth, spreading her legs apart slightly, touching her gently, fingers sliding between into her wetness, stroking her clit skillfully, almost making her legs buckle.

She felt his cock nudging against her pussy against his own fingers and she tilted her hips back to allow access. At the first touch of her silken wet interior he went wild, grabbing her hips and pushing into her hard. Within seconds she was in heaven. She felt her orgasm building, and as he pumped in and out of her fast, she couldn’t help her moans of delight.

With a few final thrusts she was shuddering, crying out and he was right behind her, ramming it into her velvet depths as he reached climax and the world faded away….

As they lay on the floor in a soft veil of scarlet, kissing softly, Jenny had never felt so sexy, and snuggled up next to this wonderful man, she decided red silk was the only option for her New Years Eve party dress, and now she had the perfect date too. It was going to be a good year.

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At this time of day, her brown eyes are already fixed at the clock by the cashier’s corner.

For Damaris, heading home has always been the best part of her work week and it was nearly 4pm before she gets off work. Being a sales attendee at a book shop is a good job, spending time with books has always been her idea of spending a day and even quite enjoyable to have it as a job. But for Damaris, getting home is extra special. Just thinking about it makes her knickers wet in anticipation.

Traffic was inevitable and she had to run most of the time to get ahead of the commuting crowd. It is unfortunately an everyday competition. She finally managed to get herself in a bus and took a seat at the back corner making herself comfortable by the side near the windows.

With her eyes staring in space, her lips began to curve in a smile with her left hand tracing the outline of that band around her neck. When her hand finally rested on the heart-shaped lock, her smile grew wider.

Memories of last night flooded her being making her cunt yearn and eager kozan escort for more of those painful and sweet episodes of last night.

Her reminiscing was ended by the sudden halt of the bus, taking it as a signal for her to get down, she quickly made her way towards the Marina. It was 5pm and the sun was already setting. The glow of the late afternoon sun framed the yacht “Silhouette” making the big yacht look like a beautiful painting from a distance.

When she got there, she climbed aboard, her skirt blowing up in the breeze and her cunt responding to the warm air. She slid through the hatch and down the companionway into the cabin. Someone was waiting for her inside.

Having put her backpack on the floor, Damaris stripped herself naked. It was rather quick. She was eager and her cunt was eager (seeing how wet her knickers has been when she took them off).

“Master?” I’m here! Damaris cannot contain her excitement any longer and her Master knows this. The lights were still turned off and the room darker now with a hint kumluca escort of only the sun’s remaining rays making their way through the windows and open hatches.

He was at his office table, with His back on her. Damaris silently walked her way towards her Master. His smile is irresistible. It makes Damaris’ heart beat quicker.

Damaris stood up beside Him with her legs slightly apart. Master’s hand quickly slipped between her legs to cup her cunt, feeling the wet softness of it, taking what was His. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes to the experience. She needed more from Him.

This is what she looks forward to coming home every day: Her need for use.

Sensing this, her Master stopped and stood up. He was a tall 5’10” of a man towering over Damaris’ petite 5′ figure.

He looked down on her with a cunning smile on His lips.

“My perfect slut has a needy cunt,” He said.

“Yes Master, she does have a needy cunt” Damaris uttered smiling back.

She felt her hair yanked from the lara escort back forcing her to look up to Him. She saw desire in His eyes and He saw the need in hers as well.

Damaris likes that look from her Master. It means she is in for another night of rough use.

Yes, rough use is her need and her Master knows perfectly well how to meet it. Every night is different, every experience is unique.

Dinner has been prepared and waiting on the table: Roast lamb strap, roast pots, and peas served with red wine. The aroma was making her hungry but her hunger for use was more.

Her Master opened up a drawer for her leash. It was made of the same white gold as her collar, a “Y” shaped leash of box chain links. He hooked it through the “O” shaped band on her collar and anchored the ends of the leash to the rings in her pierced nipples.

“Dinner’s ready slut” her Master said, leading her by her leash towards the dinner table. Her Master then bound her hands behind her back with manacles. Standing up, He pushed Damaris slowly to bend towards the table and had her legs spread wide.

“I want to play with your dirty holes before dinner” her Master whispered in her ear.

Damaris smiled. It was going to be a short dinner and a long night for her and it will be fun, she closed her eyes and waited for her cunt to be impaled…

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Maria was a mere twenty years old, but she possessed the poise of someone many years her elder. She had experienced a “relationship” here and there, but nothing significant enough that she could consider herself weathered in the area of romance. Even so, she had suffered heartbreaks and even had caused some. She was a confident, intelligent, beauty with a penchant for sarcastic witticisms that she used to protect her heart and self esteem from the stark cold reality she knew existed all around her. Maria often found herself in positions of romantic power; she was comfortable when she was the dominant partner in the relationship, confident in the copious adoration that her various lovers and boyfriends held for her. As a result, she often found herself regrettably unfulfilled in her relationships… Her lovers could rarely carry a conversation or challenge her intellect and, while she frequently complained about the dullness of her partners, she was content – she knew that little threatened her status as the object of their idolatry. Every once in a while, she allowed someone to creep through the cracks in the wall she had build to protect her heart. During these rare occurrences, Maria fell fast and she fell hard. Too hard… Her last boyfriend manipulated her emotions so painfully and so repeatedly that she feared injury more than ever. To protect herself from the heartache that seemed inevitably to follow any and every emotional intimacy, Maria entered relationships cockily, boasting of her inability to become attached to her “fuck buddies,” attempting to dehumanize her newest companion as much as possible – hopefully reducing him to the status of mere sexual partner. She was the sexual vixen, perfecting her aesthetic appearance so as to become the image of sexual fantasy, thus dehumanizing herself in the eyes of her partner, reducing herself to the status of sexual icon – not romantic companion.

Still reeling from the painful complexities of the current situation with her ex, Maria returned home to Virginia from school in New York for Thanksgiving. She was ready to throw all emotional cares to the wind and was anticipating a random hookup or two over the weekend.

Saturday night, barbeque, old family friends, lots of alcohol. Maria stumbled into Kate, an acquaintance from high school whom she was just beginning to reconnect with. Kate introduced Maria to Hunter, her twenty-nine year-old brother home for the holiday.

In her drunken state, Maria first identified the handsomeness of her friend’s older brother. Hunter was not very tall, but well built and conspicuously attractive. He had dark eyes set deeply under heavy brows… His eyes sparkled when he smiled, his lip curling upward. His short dark hair was plain, but complemented the olive tinge in his skin tone. Broad shoulders and strong arms caught Maria when she tripped over her own feet, her tall boots uncomfortable to feet accustomed to sneakers.

Hunter was characteristically shy that evening, standing against a wall and talking idly with whomever approached him. He nursed beer after beer, occasionally gazing past the shoulder of whomever was speaking with him and checking out the multitude of young women in the room, all the same age as his sister. One girl in particular caught his eye and his pulse quickened when Kate led that same girl over to meet him.

Maria was tall, imposingly so with her high heeled boots on. Taller, in fact, than Hunter – but that only served to catch his attention. She was uniquely striking in a room of women who seemed to dress and behave alike. She had short, wavy, light-brown hair, cropped around her face. Her eyes were almond shaped and wide, with delicate eyebrows framing them. She had beautifully high cheekbones and she smiled as she drunkenly giggled at whatever conversation of which she was a part.

Hunter’s attention, however, didn’t stay long at the appearance of the young girl’s face, as he instinctively moved his gaze down her body. She was slim with perky breasts and prominent hips that curved out from her smooth, flat stomach, which Hunter noticed as her shirt slid upwards when she threw her head back to laugh. Her ass was on the wide side, and round, curving deliciously down to her legs.

Conversation turned to an after-party occurring later that evening and, eventually, people were moving towards the door. As they exited, Maria leaned in and breathily whispered into Hunter’s ear, “I’m drunk!” Hunter smiled to himself as he imagined the expanding possibilities of the evening that lay before him.

Soon the two reconvened at the after-party, sitting in a back room full of unfamiliar faces. Maria was spread across a big leather chair, drunkenly gesturing as she told Hunter some inane story or another. Hunter listened attentively, smiling at the charmingly intoxicated girl who was so open and friendly. He could hardly believe the opportunity that seemed to be lying immediately in front of him, in the form of a sexy twenty year-old who seemed all-too-interested in Hunter.

After the completion of one of Maria’s stories, Hunter attempted to kestel escort respond over the din of the crowded room. When she couldn’t hear what he was saying, Maria leaned from her seat in the big leather chair toward Hunter, who was sitting in the accompanying ottoman. Her legs, uncrossed, alternated with Hunter’s, and when she leaned in to hear what he was saying, the warmth between her legs brushed against his knee.

Initially, Hunter thought that the contact was purely incidental. That is, until Maria leaned in closer, placing a hand on his other leg, and apparently positioning her crotch on his knee, swaying ever-so-slightly back-and-forth, rubbing herself against him. Meanwhile, Hunter was speaking in whispers to Maria, their faces inches apart and their eyes locked.

Maria couldn’t resist. The multiple glasses of wine she’d imbibed throughout the evening took hold, as she leaned in and, open-eyed, pressed her lips against Hunter’s. She lifted her hand to his neck, simultaneously parting his lips with her warm tongue, proceeding to kiss him deeply.

Hunter, incredulous, was at first unable to respond, but once he regained his wits he quickly pulled away. Taking Maria’s beautiful young face into his hands, he whispered, “There are people all around us… And my sister is still here.”

Despite these protests, Maria leaned in and suckled Hunter’s earlobe before whispering, “No one’s watching… And Kate is long gone.” Immediately afterward, she licked lightly around his ear before trailing a path down his jawbone with her tongue, eventually reaching his lips. She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands, ground her hips into his knee, began to rub the growing bulge in his pants with her knee, and kissed him passionately, not allowing him to pull away or think twice before kissing her back.

After several seconds, Hunter once again pulled away, requesting that they move outdoors. Maria giggled and complied, and the two spilled out the door onto the back steps. At once they recommenced their passionate necking, as Maria sucked deeply on Hunter’s neck. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her. He moved one hand down to her tight ass, gripping the curves of her ass cheeks as she placed her hand on his bulge. Maria moaned lightly as she gripped Hunter’s growing cock and pressed her breasts into his chest. In response, Hunter moved his idle hand to her crotch, pressing his forefingers into the warmth and rubbing lightly. Maria moaned more deeply and shook lightly, pulling Hunter even closer to her before whispering in his ear, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Soon enough, the two found a ride back to Maria’s from the party. When they reached her house, she pulled out her car keys and clicked a button that unlocked her 1998 Ford Explorer, motioning to Hunter that he should follow her in. Before she was able to move the car from park, Hunter reached across and grabbed the back of her head, passionately plunging his tongue into her mouth. She breathily kissed him back and felt the intensity of their passion throughout her body. Again, Hunter moved his hand down her body to her crotch. With his palm pressing into her pelvis, Hunter rubbed her warm nub through her jeans. Maria moaned – louder now, in the privacy of her car. She ground her hips into Hunter’s hand, before pushing him away and telling him, “Hold on a sec.”

She quickly moved the car to drive, and pulled away from the front of her parents’ house. A block or so down, she rapidly shifted to park and shut of the ignition, immediately thereafter leaning over to Hunter and kissing him deeply, placing one hand on the ever-increasing bulge in his pants. She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I want you… Right. Now.” In response, Maria gently pushed Hunter away and motioned that they should move to the back seat.

Not needing a second instruction, Hunter quickly jumped into the back, followed close behind by Maria. Immediately, she leaned over and kissed the older man, as she swung one leg over him, pressing her warm crotch into his hardening cock. As she kissed him, she gyrated in his lap. Soon she could feel her pussy dripping through the denim of her jeans. She reached down into her pants, dipping her first and middle fingers into her cunt, and then lifted her wet fingers to Hunter’s mouth. Hunter eagerly accepted Maria’s offering, sucking her fingers dry, before she kissed him deeply enough to taste herself. She began to unbutton his shirt, baring his chest in seconds, before she pulled her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra. Instinctively, Hunter brought his hands to the chest of the young girl sitting on his lap, taking a breast in each hand, caressing each nipple between his fingers as Maria sighed and kissed him even more deeply. Keeping on hand on the girl’s tits, he brought his other hand to her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping them and soon slipped his hand into her pants. Now, with one hand squeezing the firm, round, perky nipple of Maria’s left tit, Hunter used his other hand to deftly touch her kırıkhan escort warm, dripping wet pussy. At first he stroked the outside of her cunt, barely letting his fingers rest on her throbbing clit before he pulled back and pressed his first two fingers into her waiting pussy. Maria’s cunt embraced Hunter’s fingers, and she squeezed her muscles around his digits, pressing her pelvis down into his hand.

Sighing, Maria moved her lips from Hunter’s face, kissing his ear and neck lightly as she moved her mouth down his body. Soon she reached his shoulders, and gently ran her tongue along his prominent collarbone before moving further down to his chest. She took each nipple in turn, sucking gently on each before nibbling ever so lightly. Hunter had moved his hand from her pussy back to her tits, which he squeezed enthusiastically as the girl kissed down his body. Maria soon moved from his lap, settling on her knees in front of Hunter, gazing up at his eyes as she ran her fingers behind the elastic of his boxers. Keeping her gaze fixed on Hunter’s, Maria adroitly unfastened his belt, and speedily unbuttoned his pants, eagerly attempting to slide them down past his knees.

Hunter’s cock, hard and long, sprung upwards in Maria’s face after she released it from the confines of his pants. She kissed the tip lightly, before she leaned forward and kissed Hunter’s belly button, trailing her tongue slowly downwards. She kissed each inner thigh, allowing her breasts to rub gently against Hunter’s erect cock. Soon, she advanced her kisses to his balls, and one by one, she took them into her mouth, while she held his shaft. She hummed lightly, moaning, even, as she touched herself with her free hand. After a minute or so of suckling Hunter’s balls, she removed them from her mouth, placing them into her palm, still wet from her pussy. She squeezed his testicles lightly, as she licked up Hunter’s cock. When she finally reached the head of his dick, she wet her lips and then pressed them around his corona, keeping one hand on his balls and simultaneously stroking his shaft with the other. Intermittently, she would bring her lips down his cock until its head pressed into the back of her throat. Meanwhile, she had slowly brought her middle finger to Hunter’s asshole and was circling lightly around his anus, all the while continuing to grip his balls gently and energetically stroke his shaft.

Hunter had his head thrown back, his eyes shut as he gyrated his hips into Maria’s face. He could hardly believe that this sexy young woman was giving him such an incredible blowjob. She seemed voracious, enjoying the activity as much as he was, if not more. Soon, all too soon, Hunter felt the familiar contraction of his balls. Immediately, so as to stave off his imminent orgasm, he pulled Maria’s face to his, kissing her deeply as he leaned over, pushing her onto her back.

With Maria now on her back, Hunter pushed her legs apart and pressed his body down in between, rubbing the wet spot in her pants with his thigh as he sucked on her neck. Maria moaned from the contact, thrusting her pussy up into Hunter’s thigh, sighing as she groaned, “I. Want. You. Now.”

Hunter pulled back and looked Maria in the eyes. Leaning back, he placed his hands on her hips, then gripping the beltline of her pants in his hands. Glancing downward, he asked softly, tauntingly, “Do you want me to kiss you… There?”

Maria nodded, her beautiful eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Tell me, Maria. Do you want me to lick your pussy? You have to tell me,” Hunter continued to toy with the young vixen that lay below him.

Softly, Maria responded, “Yes. Yes, Hunter, kiss me there. Lick my pussy… Please, Hunter, PLEASE!” Her voice rose as she vocalized her desire.

Smiling, Hunter leaned down and began to kiss the girl’s soft stomach. At the same time, he tugged off her tight jeans. Again he leaned back, this time only to take in the incredible image lying before him. The tight, fresh body of a twenty year old who was looking up at him with such desire… Every inch of her seemed preened for sensuality: her smooth legs, her soft skin, her navel with its ring of dangling silver that gleamed in the moonlight, and her pussy… Maria’s mons was shaved bare, except for a small, rectangular patch – a “landing strip” – above her clit, which was now swollen and desirous of attention.

Hunter smiled to himself as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Maria’s pubic bone. He kissed slowly, lightly down the small patch of hair until his lips met her engorged clit. Immediately, Maria groaned, instinctively lifting her hips to meet Hunter’s mouth. In response, Hunter began to suck on the girl’s nub, simultaneously flicking his tongue against it. Maria gyrated her hips uncontrollably in passion, pressing her pussy to Hunter’s mouth. He looked up occasionally, and felt his erection throb as he watched the girl writhe from his touch, passionately rubbing her hard nipples and moaning with closed eyes. Maria moved her hands down from her breasts to the back of Hunter’s head, kızılay escort gripping his hair as he continued to tongue her clit. As this action carried on, Hunter brought one hand from under Maria’s body to her pussy, and began to trace light lines over her labia, which were now dripping from her arousal. As he did so, the girl’s sighs deepened until she greeted the entry of Hunter’s fingers into her soaking pussy with a long guttural moan. Now Hunter pummeled Maria’s tight wet cunt with his two forefingers while maintaining pressure on her clit. As he continued, he brought his other hand to the girl’s asshole and began to draw tiny circles around it with his forefinger.

Maria’s moans were uncontrollable. She could feel her body tensing up as Hunter voraciously ate her pussy. Her juices were pouring now, dripping all over his hands and smearing across his face. She opened her eyes and caught his gaze as he increased the speed and pressure of his attack. She couldn’t bear it much longer and, bringing her hands back to her tits from the back of Hunter’s head, her body exploded in orgasm. She felt every muscle in her body contract uncontrollably, her back lifted from the leather seat of the car, and she pulled Hunter’s face from her pussy, kissing him deeply so as to taste her sweet juices on his lips. Their tongues intertwined, caressing one another in tight, warm circles, as Maria sucked the taste of herself from Hunter’s mouth.

Leaning forward, Hunter pushed Maria down, pressing his chest to hers. While she traced circles on his broad, bare back with her fingernails, Hunter took Maria’s hips into his hands, pressing his hard cock against her pubic bone. Maria raised her hips in response, wrapping her warm thighs around his waist. She lowered her hands down to Hunter’s ass, pulling his hips to hers. Responding to Maria’s shallow moans, Hunter took his throbbing hard cock into his hand, guiding it to Maria’s dripping wet pussy. She greeted him with her hips, raising them to meet his cock, as she dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him closer to her.

Hunter slid the tip of his cock into Maria’s soaking cunt, but didn’t press it in any further until Maria pulled him into her, groaning deeply. “Fuck me, Hunter, please fuck me,” Maria whispered into Hunter’s ear, before she began sucking on his earlobe.

Hunter pulled back, smiling mischievously, “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you, Maria.”

She stared at him wantonly, not sure whether or not he was mocking her. After several seconds, silent aside from the light sounds of Hunter’s slow, methodic thrusts into her sopping pussy, Maria said more and more loudly, over and over again, until she was practically screaming, “Fuck me, Hunter… Fuck me, please… FUCK ME, HUNTER, FUCK MY WET PUSSY. I want to FEEL you in me, pumping your cock into my body. Please FUCK ME, Hunter!!!”

Overcome by desire, Hunter grabbed Maria’s right leg, bringing it to his shoulder, as he looked down to his hips, watching himself fuck Maria’s young, wet pussy with his hard, throbbing cock. His slow, deep thrusts gradually increased in intensity, until he was slamming Maria’s small, slender body into the door of the car. He pumped his throbbing member into her pulsating wetness repeatedly, until, recognizing that he was on the verge of orgasm, he pulled his cock from her body.

He leaned forward, licking the glistening droplets of sweat from Maria’s neck before whispering in her ear, “Turn over, baby… Let me fuck you from behind.”

Immediately and without any hesitation, Maria pushed Hunter from her chest and rolled over, getting on her knees and wiggling her round ass in Hunter’s face. “Fuck me doggy-style, Hunter… Please baby, fuck me like you wanna… I want you to cum, baby.”

Looking down, Hunter could see Maria’s pussy dripping, quivering in anticipation of his thrusts. He bit his lip as he grabbed Maria’s left hip with his hand, gripping it for balance as he brought his pulsing, hard cock to the wet entrance of Maria’s cunt. She pressed her hips back toward him, groaning, “Hunter, baby, please fuck my cunt. I just want to feel you inside of me. Please, baby, PLEASE FUCK ME.”

In response, Hunter pressed his cock into Maria’s body, groaning as she took all of him in one thrust. “YES BABY, FUCK ME LIKE THAT!” Maria screamed, as Hunter’s cock stretched her pussy, filling all of her.

Grunting from exertion, Hunter pounded his cock into Maria’s pussy, over and over again. With each thrust, Maria’s hot, wet pussy squeezed the length of Hunter’s cock. After a minute or so of these powerful, body-shaking thrusts, Maria reached back behind her, grabbing Hunter’s ass with one hand and taking his balls in her other, squeezing them lightly. Hunter groaned and brought a finger to Maria’s asshole, tracing light circles around its tight wrinkles. When Maria groaned deeply, Hunter pressed down on her asshole, entering the hole with his strong finger. Instinctively, Maria pressed her hips back onto Hunter’s hand, encouraging him to proceed, thrusting his finger in and out of her puckering hole. Maintaining his finger-fucking, Hunter increased the speed of his thrusts into Maria’s pussy and brought his free hand around to rub the young girl’s clit while he fucked her. Meanwhile, Maria was toying with Hunter’s balls with one hand, and rubbing the forefinger of her other hand against his asshole.

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It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning. I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is located. It’s a small shop, specializing in rare and unusual books, with a large section dealing in erotic literature of all kinds. I’ve loved reading romance / erotica since I was a teenager, and being able to make a living with my passion is a dream come true. Best of all, I can spend a lot of time reading and no one can tell me I can’t.

My favorite books are the ones that involve Dom/sub relationships. I’m not into pain or humiliation, but the thought of total control calls to me on a deep, almost primal level. I’ve never had a relationship like that, but a girl can dream, can’t she? The problem is finding the right guy. Most guys say they “like to have the girl take control” once in a while when having sex, but that’s just a euphemism for them wanting the girl to initiate sex, not dictate when, how and how long things happen so as to ensure maximum pleasure for both.

I unlock the security blinds on the front of the store and let myself in. Since it’s still early, I lock the door behind me and leave the lights in the main area off. I walk to the back, turn my computer on and bring up a spreadsheet so I can take care of some administrative stuff before it’s time to open to the public. The new landlord, Maxwell Clark according to the correspondence I’ve had from him, would see me here at 10. There was plenty of time to open up and get things out of the way so that I could pay full attention to him when he showed up.

As I’m working I hear the chimes on the front door and seconds later Mary calls back “Hi Jade, it’s me!” Mary works with me as all around helper, cashier, part-time cleaning lady and general company. She’s also a Domme at a local club and has invited me to go with her and get to know the scene first-hand since she knows how much I like the stories about it. First-hand experience is tempting, but I’ve never taken her up on the offer.

“Hey Mary, I’m in the back” I call out, not looking up from the computer. Mary walks into the back room, casual Goth outfit of black, ripped jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a white Catrina print on it and red Vans. Her hair is black with bright purple tips, though not long ago it was streaked with green. I’ve always been a bit envious of her having the confidence to dress and do her hair however she wants. She looks good and she knows it, and it certainly helps the business.

“You ready to meet the new landlord?” she asks, bringing up the topic of conversation that has been going on between us since I got the notice that the former owner had sold the building. It was really too bad, because we had a good, though strictly business, relationship. I paid rent on time and he did any major repairs the store needed without getting into each other’s hair. I could only hope that the new landlord would be as easy to deal with as the former one was.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply, glancing up from the computer screen. “It’s not like I have a choice. I just hope that we can get along like we did with Ed.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine” Mary replied as she set her stuff down and started filling the coffee pot. She’s addicted to coffee and will drink up to 5 cups a day if possible. I truthfully don’t need coffee like she does, but I enjoy a cup in the morning to help me get started. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow asking if I want a cup and I nod in agreement, finishing up with my work on the computer so we can drink the coffee together. We talk about the landlord a little longer, and then change the topic to invariably talk about guys. I ask her how the date with her latest guy went and she goes on and on about how great he is and how much fun she’s had with him, both in and out of the club. As I listen to her I wonder how it would feel to have a guy obey my every command like that and it really gets me going.

Soon after Mary and I wrap up our conversation and she goes to open the store to the public. I pick up the coffee cups and rinse them out in the sink before heading out to stock the recent arrivals. As I’m doing that Mary walks up to me with an extremely tall, athletic-looking man behind her. His light, honey colored eyes make a sharp contrast with his dark hair and coffee-colored skin. He’s wearing dress pants and shoes, and a long-sleeved button down shirt, though no tie or coat. Even with the shirt on his shoulders look enormous. My eyes move down his body, taking in the broad chest, narrow waist and strong legs. I can’t see his butt, but I’m pretty sure it’s got to be toned like everything else.

“Jade, this is Maxwell Clark” says Mary. “He was looking for you so I brought him over.”

“Call me Max” he said, holding kocasinan escort out his hand for a handshake.

“Jade Nichols” I say, taking his hand. A shiver of awareness snakes up my arm and down my spine on contact and I look up into his eyes, slightly startled as that had never happened to me before. He looks at me intently, seemingly as affected as I was. I quickly let go and step back, trying to regain my calm. “How about we go into the office?” I suggest, looking away, sure that I was blushing. “Thanks Mary, can you keep an eye on things out here, please?” I ask, already walking towards the back of the store, not looking back to see if Max was following me.

We get to the office and go over the rental contract. We finish going over business and start talking about the store, and how I got it started, then move on to talk about other stuff as well. It’s definitely not the kind of conversation that I would have had with Ed. It seems like neither one of us wants to stop talking. We move from the desk to the sofa where I sometimes crash for a nap after lunch and continue our conversation. Just general chit chat, but just being in his presence makes something inside of me restless, makes me want to be much more assertive than I usually am. I try to tell myself to calm down, but the tight knot of desire keeps growing in me. I glance down at Max’s crotch and there is an unmistakable bulge there. At least I’m reassured that I’m not alone in this.

Taking a huge risk I put my hand on his leg and feel his thigh muscles tighten under it. Max goes completely still and looks at me, stopping in mid-sentence. In for a penny, in for a pound I think as I move up on my knees and lean in towards him so I can kiss him, somewhere between passionate and hesitant. I’m still not sure why I’m doing this, but I just couldn’t resist anymore.

Max seems shocked as at first, his hands moving up to grip my arms. I’m almost sure he’s going to push me away when instead he pulls me closer and I fall across his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist. I quickly move to sit up, not breaking the kiss, so that his legs are trapped between mine and I grab his hands to pull them away from my waist and push them against the back of the sofa by his head. I pull back to break the kiss and we’re both panting, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. I can feel his rock hard cock just a breath away from my pussy which by now is sopping wet, separated only by our clothes. We look at each other, chests heaving, breaths uneven. I’m still holding his wrists on either side of his head, and he hasn’t made any attempt to move or dislodge me.

“What was that?” Max finally asks, breaking the silence.

“I’m not sure” I reply. “There’s something about you I just couldn’t resist any longer. Do you want me to get up and let you go?” I ask as I lightly rub my pussy over his cock.

He replies, half-jokingly, “No apology for manhandling me?”

“Nope,” I say while I smile at him. “I’m not sorry at all, so why apologize?”

Max throws back his head and laughs, exposing the long, muscled column of his throat. I lean in and nip him just where his neck meets his shoulders and he lets out a low groan. “Is this going where I think it’s going?” he asks at the same time he flexes his hips and grinds his cock against my pussy.

“I’m certainly trying to get it to where I want to go” I reply between nips and licks of his throat and jaw. “Just be quiet and enjoy the ride.”

As soon as I say that I can feel his body relax into the sofa, which I take as permission to carry on. My hips undulate against him, rubbing my pussy back and forth over his cock. I let go of his hands and start unbuttoning his shirt. “Stretch your arms out along the back of the sofa and don’t move them from there,” I instruct as the gap between the sides of the shirt grows wider and wider.

“Now why would I do that?” he teasingly asks as I run my hands up and down his well-toned chest and abdomen.

In all seriousness I look into his eyes and say “You’ll do it because I told you to, and you’ll do what I tell you to do because you know it would give us both great pleasure to have you obey me.”

Max seems completely taken aback by my response. I can see the gears turning in his head and I’m sure that I just blew my chance to be with him by letting my fantasies get the best of me. I’m so prepared to have him say “You know what? Forget this, this is madness”, that I almost miss his quiet response.

“What did you say?” I ask, not trusting my ears.

“I said ok,” Max replies, loud and clear. I can still see a little bit of doubt in his eyes, but my hormones have now kicked into high gear. I can’t believe my luck that this gorgeous specimen of a man is willing to do whatever I ask of him. I’m certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I lean in to kiss him again, my hands thrust into his hair to hold his head in place, my tongue konak escort swirling over his lips before delving inside his mouth to twine with his, drawing it out and into my mouth so I can suck on it and then thrusting my tongue back into his. My chest and stomach rub against him as we kiss and I feel the heat emanating from his skin through the thin cotton of my blouse.

My mouth leaves his and roams over his jaw, kissing and licking before I move to his earlobe and suck on it. Again he groans and I can see him clenching his fists on the sofa, trying to be still as I asked him to be. I continue my exploration of his body with my lips and tongue, down his neck to the place I nipped him before, this time sucking softly. His hips flex again, driving his cock against me but he doesn’t move his hands. I let my hands drift over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges and indentations of his muscles with my fingertips and following with my tongue. I pay special attention to his nipples, tiny little nubs of flesh that I can flick and scrape my teeth over, then lap and suck to greater hardness.

My hands move down to his belt, and I unbuckle it while I suck on one of his nipples and quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. I move back and say “lift your hips so I can get them off you” and Max doesn’t lose any time obeying me. I stand up and finish pulling his pants off, drinking in the sight of his muscular body and long, thick cock standing straight up at attention. I can see the ridges of the veins stand out starkly under his skin, the head a shade lighter than the shaft.

I pull off my shirt revealing my pink leopard print bra with black lace edging. Max draws in his breath and says “Please let me finish undressing you. I want to touch you as well.”

“You can help me undress, but you can’t touch,” I reply, more as a test to see if he’d obey me than anything else. I can’t wait to feel his hands on my body, but we’ll get to that in due time. I hold my hand out for him to take it and stand up. Max stands up next to me and I fully realize how much taller he is than me: the top of my head barely makes it to his shoulders.

I run my hands over his chest and abs, enjoying the heat and softness of his skin against my palms, at the same time causing him to complain. “No fair,” he says, “you can touch but I can’t.”

“Them’s the breaks” I say, smiling up at him. “Now play nice or we don’t play at all.” I turn around and wait for him to unbuckle my bra, which he does without a word. I take a step forward before turning back to him so he can see me lower the straps and take them off my arms while holding the cups to cover my breasts. His eyes burn holes into my as I finally let my bra drop. I see him lick his lips and clench his hands, obviously wanting to touch my breasts, but he doesn’t move an inch. Having him follow my instructions so far is making me dizzy with need, my pussy and clit pulsing along with my heartbeat.

“Now my pants and underwear” I say, stepping close to him again. Max clenches his jaw and breathes deep, his cock jerking as he reaches for the button to my jeans and opens it up, then slides the zipper down.

“I have to touch you if I’m going to get your pants off,” he says, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine and tightens my nipples even further.

“I’ll allow that much, but don’t try any funny business,” I say mock-seriously as Max slips his hands between my clothes and my skin and pushes them down along the curve of my hips until he’s kneeling in front of me and my clothes pool at my feet. My pussy is just about at his eye level and he can see the moisture leaking from my lips.

He looks up at me and asks “What now?” as he struggles to comply with what I’ve requested.

“Now,” I say as I run my fingers through his hair to hold his head as I raise my leg over his right shoulder, exposing my pussy to him, “you can touch.”

“Thank you!” he says fervently, his hands coming up to clasp my butt and pull me closer as his mouth descends on my pussy and he starts to explore it with his lips and tongue. I gasp as his tongue licks up my slit and hits my clit just before he fastens his mouth on it and starts sucking. My head falls back and I moan from the pleasure his mouth gives me, my hands in his hair and my leg pushing at his back so that he’s tight against me. I can’t keep my hips still and I rock them against his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue, sliding in and out of me over and over. His hands knead my butt and then he moves one so that he can insert two long fingers into me, fucking me with them as he concentrates on my clit with his mouth. I can feel my pulse pounding through my entire body, my breasts swollen and nipples impossibly tight peaks, and still his lips and tongue wind me up tighter and tighter until finally I snap and scream out my release as wave after wave of my orgasm thunders through me.

Max keeps licking me as I come back down konyaaltı escort to earth, my pussy so sensitive it feels like I could cum again at any moment. I draw in a shuddering breath and push him away, lowering my leg from his shoulder. Max kneels back and licks his lips, his face covered in my wetness. I hold out my hand to help him to stand up. As he stands I sink to my knees in front of him and run my hands up his legs, my mouth watering at the thought of his hot, hard cock stroking into it and down my throat.

“Hands up behind your head,” I say, my mouth just a hair’s breadth away from the tip of Max’s engorged cock. He looks down at me, surprised, but raises his hands, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “If you let them drop at any moment, I immediately stop,” I warn him as my hot breath bathes the head of his cock. Max groans, his hips thrusting forward, trying to close the distance between us. I anticipate his move and pull back just in time. I dig my nails into his hard thighs, impatient for him to agree so I can finally wrap my lips around his cock. “Say yes,” I insist, brushing my hard nipples along his legs.

“Yes…” Max finally groans out, his cock twitching in anticipation, pre cum leaking from the slit and beading at the tip of his cock.

“Good,” I say and lick up his cock from his balls to the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching that small drop on the tip and bringing it into my mouth, savoring it. We both groan at the same time, incredible pleasure welling up and expressing itself in audible form. I decide to prolong both our torment and instead of finally letting his cock slip into my mouth I trace the veins up and down all along his shaft, licking at the underside of his smooth head, lapping at the pre-cum that continuously wells up. Max’s hips jerk towards my mouth, his thighs and ass flexing as he tries to push his cock past my lips.

I dig my nails into his thighs again. “Oh no,” I say between licks, “only when I’m good and ready”. I chuckle at Max’s groan of frustration and slap between his thighs lightly to get him to spread them, which he does. I use one hand to lift his cock out of the way and bend down to take his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them, letting them pop from my mouth and licking them. At this point I’m just as impatient as he is to have his cock in my mouth so I lick my way back up his shaft and around the head before I finally allow it to slip past my lips.

Slowly, teasingly I let one inch at a time disappear into the warm, wet heat of my mouth, moaning around his cock as the hard heat of it slides along my tongue to the back of my throat and bumps against it. I slide my head back slowly and then take him deep again, over and over, my throat working around the head of his cock on each stroke, squeezing and stroking with my tongue. Max’s breathing is loud in the room, the only other sound besides the sucking and licking sounds made by my mouth on his cock. I can feel the strain in his legs and his butt as he tries to hold back from fucking my mouth. I slide my mouth down his length once more, this time taking him all the way in until my lips wrap around the base of his cock and my nose is nestled against his groin, my throat working and squeezing around him, his heavy sac cupped in my hand.

I pull back and let him slip from my mouth and tell him to move back to the sofa where I proceed to straddle him, offering up my nipples to his mouth. As he sucks one in and bites down on it non-too-gently I slide my wet slit over his cock, my hips rocking back and forth. I take hold of his hands and bring them to my hips as I lift them up and fit his cock to my opening. “Slowly,” I instruct, not only because I want to savor the feeling of him entering me and filling me up, but also because it’s been a while and he’s so damn BIG.

As wet as I am it takes a little work for his head to push in, but when it does I can feel every ridge and bump rubbing me inside. My head falls back and I moan, knowing I won’t be able to last for very long. I lift up and start to ride him, my hips making small circles as I go up and down. Over and over our bodies embrace the rhythm we both crave as we rush towards completion. I feel my orgasm growing and tightening, centering in my pussy and clit, until I can’t stand it anymore and the sensation explodes through me. My pussy pulses and spasms around Max’s thick, hard cock, milking and squeezing it as I try to muffle my scream of pleasure against his shoulder.

Feeling me cum so hard around his cock drives Max to a greater frenzy, his hands on my hips gripping me tighter as he holds me still and drives into me with a ferocity he hadn’t displayed before. Again and again he bottoms out in me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. It doesn’t take very long for him to slam into me and hold me hard against him as his orgasm takes over and his cock jerks inside of me, filling my pussy up with his cum. He slows his strokes, prolonging the sensation for both of us until we lay limp and drained, my body plastered against his on the sofa. I can feel his strong heartbeat under my cheek, and his hands continuously rub up and down my hips and lower back. After a few minutes of catching my breath I lift up and kiss him.

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There I was again, nose deep in a sales report on the New York to DC air shuttle for my

bi-weekly trip to our head office. “Thank God for business class.” I thought as I stretched my legs in advance of the hour and a half flight. I was careful, however, not to wrinkle my skirt, since I was expected to go straight to our staff meeting after arrival. I had done this so many times before, that I begun to recognize some of the flight attendants, and gave half a wave to a few of them as they scurried by, readying the cabin for take-off.

My life seemed like an endless blur of meetings and paperwork. Buttoned up in my most conservative of suits, I considered whether I was in danger of losing myself in the sterility and repetition of my corporate existence. I sighed aloud and wondered what had happened to the unpredictable firecracker I used to be.

I glanced sideways at the reckless looking man sitting next to me in expensive sunglasses and a skater tee. What a contrast between the two of us, though he looked to be about the same age as me. He removed his sunglasses and placed them on the tray table along with his cell phone, then smiled at me momentarily, when he caught me stealing a glimpse of his bad boy looks. I immediately returned to my papers.

The flight attendant announced that the weather in DC had taken a turn for the worse, causing us to delay our take off by an hour. A united sigh of disappointment flooded the cabin and I called the office to let them know I’d be late. It seemed everyone was making calls, including my temporary neighbor. When I was finished, I couldn’t help but overhear the X-rated things he was saying. I pulled my papers up to my face and smiled karşıyaka escort privately to myself, assuming he was talking to his girlfriend. I thought it odd, however, that he didn’t seem to say goodbye or end the conversation in any recognizable way. He simply finished by saying, “Then, I will lick you clean.” and he hung up.

Noticing that I had overheard, he told me not to worry, that he was not a serial obscene phone caller. At least not per say. I looked even more quizzical and he divulged the details of his rather unique career. I learned how he’d discovered that many wealthy women were willing to pay generously for the pleasure of hearing all about the make-believe sex he wanted to share with them. He was, for lack of a better term, a phone whore.

I was intrigued by this and leaned forward to see if he would share anything further, it was fascinating. Turns out that he had been doing it for the past five years, and though it had started out as a fun and easy way to put himself through grad school, lately it had really become a drag. I put down my papers and asked him why. He told me that it had become just like any other job, monotonous and boring. And, it was turning into more and more of a chore to make his daily calls to his more than twenty clients.

I empathized with him and told him about the suffocating feeling I had been experiencing lately in response to the assimilative nature of corporate America. We laughed lightly at the irony of our situations. I looked around and noticed that the passengers across the aisle were all busy with their magazines or dozing off. Impulsively, I leaned in closer to him and asked him if he might like kartepe escort some fresh inspiration. It was his turn to look quizzical, and I placed my hand on his leg to clarify my meaning.

“Why don’t you make another one of your calls?” I slyly asked. He seemed to catch on and picked up his phone while searching my face for a clue of what was to come of this. He dialed, and I moved my hand into his crotch. He began to speak, in a gruff whisper, about throwing the legs of the listener around his neck while he slowly stroked her with his fingers and inserted his swollen cock.

He unbuttoned his jeans, allowing me easier access to his thickening rod. He leaned over to share with me, the listener’s responses to his explicit descriptions. Soft “mmmms” and the occasional “oh yes”, came from the phone. I pictured her touching herself as he spoke, her mind placing him between her legs. These thoughts caused the temperature between my own legs to rise and using my lowered tray as a shield, I placed his hand under my skirt.

He gladly slipped his fingers into my panties and traced around the perimeter of my silky opening, before guiding one inside. This sent a sweet shiver through me and I stifled the moan that danced on my lips. It was then that one of the flight attendants I had come to know came by to offer a pillow and blanket. Our busied hands froze in place and he turned away to keep his raunchy conversation private.

She attempted to make small talk, asking me how I had been and the like. I impatiently answered and hoped that she would move on. Noticing the positioning of our arms, she gave a knowing smirk before resting the blanket and pillow kaş escort on my tray. “It can get chilly in here, be sure to cover up,” she said with a wink and continued down the aisle. I breathed a sigh of relief and retracted my hand from inside his pants.

He had completed his phone call and asked if I thought the flight attendant had detected anything. I put his mind at ease, and like the couple across the aisle from us I snuggled us under the blanket and placed the pillow in his lap. He looked a bit surprised, when I told him that I would like to relax a bit. Then with my eyebrow arched, I asked him again. “Why don’t you make another call?”

As if I was curling up with my soul mate, I stretched out over his lap, placing my head on the pillow in a casual and inconspicuous way. His fly was still undone and I freed his sustained erection from the confines of his jeans while he dialed his next client. Before long, my mouth was wrapped around his engorged dick and another grateful customer was lustfully clinging to his every word. Concealed by the blanket, I licked and slurped, careful not to bob my head in any particular rhythm, giving the perception that I was only trying to get comfortable.

I could hear him say that he was enjoying the feel of her, warm and wet, as she bounced on top of him. His words were shaky, as his lips quivered with every pass of my tongue. When he finally leaked into my mouth, it was surprisingly sweet and I found myself swallowing to get rid of the evidence. I raised my self upright again, and excused myself to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I laughed aloud at the sudden jolt in my mundane routine. The erotic encounter had given me just the excitement I needed to rejuvenate my wild side. I straightened my skirt and freshened up a bit. When I returned to my seat, the flight attendant was announcing the seat belt light had been turned on and I was curious to find out how we could make the rest of our flight as interesting as the delay.

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After turning off the engine to my Miata, I glanced at the dashboard clock. I was an hour and forty minutes early. That was good, actually. It was a long drive out to Watermark Estates, about five hours. I was nervous about getting caught up in construction traffic on the turnpike and didn’t want to be late for my “date.” Besides, I’d have enough time to touch up my make up and have a drink or two in the hotel lounge.

I had been chatting on-line with John for the last few months. At 31 years old, I was recently separated – young enough to have another crack at life, and yet I didn’t want to rush into things. At this point I was just looking for a little physical satisfaction until I got my head together. And I think I found the perfect person to help me out. John was a bit older, 42 years old, married but in a loveless marriage. Both of us were looking for the same thing, namely a little tryst with no commitments. We settled on Watermark Estates, an exclusive resort in the mountains, mainly because it was far away from both of our respective hometowns.

I chat suggestively with a lot of guys on the internet. In a short time, I’ve amassed more than twenty names in my buddy list. Phone sex? Cyber sex? Done that. Initially I found those interactions hot, but the novelty has largely worn off. I am ready for a meeting in person. There’s no shortage of men willing to help me, each citing their skills at pleasing women. Some of these guys are quite attractive. And yet I found myself gravitating towards John, a guy who lacks in tact and is, at best, average looking. John is direct, almost to the point of being rude. The strong appeal, then? His intentions are very clear. He wants to control me, to use me for his personal pleasure. OK, so perhaps this desire to be exploited is not healthy. But I’m captivated with the idea. No, more like obsessed.

For the last month or so, since we decided to meet up in real life, John had been directing me. He’s devised all the plans, which I am not allowed to question. I am to meet him in the hotel bar, dressed as a hooker. He will “hire” me, and I will have to follow his every instruction, focusing solely on meeting his needs. As part of the preparations, he instructed me on how to dress. He asked me to buy a sports bra, cutting holes out for my nipples so that they would protrude. I was to wear a tight button down jacket over the bra. My skirt was to be short and sheer. He was very specific; I had to wear nude stockings with a seam down the back, held up by a lacy black garter. No underwear, and my pussy must be freshly shaved. Finally, he insisted upon stiletto heels. I rarely wear heels, as I’m pretty tall already. But John insisted on a minimum 4″ heel, citing that he was 6′ 3.” He instructed me to practice walking in the heels in front of a full length mirror, and learn to walk like a hooker, slowly and seductively, my feet purposely overlapping each other, my hips swinging out.

As I stepped out of the car, I realized the game was on. Immediately, a bell hop in white gloves approached me, asking if I had any luggage to check. No, I told him, that I was meeting a client for drinks. Valet parking was quickly arranged. I wondered if I should have rented a different car for the day. Not that I was embarrassed to drive a Miata, but a Jaguar or Bimmer would have made me feel less conspicuous. Within a minute the white gloves were opening the lobby door for me.

I had visited the web site for Watermark Estates and knew that it was a classy place. But being in the lobby and seeing things in three dimensions for the first time, I fully understood why it was rated five stars. The lobby was the height of the hotel, seven stories, with a massive crystal chandelier over the front desk. Off to the left was a curved staircase that leads to banquet rooms on the 2nd floor. On the other end were three glass elevators. At each floor, cascading ivy hung over the railings. The atrium was adorned in tropical foliage, with a small trickling waterfall near the entrance.

As I moved through lobby, I noticed a placard by the stairs that announced, “Welcome District 7 American Bar Association delegates.” Ah, I thought to myself, who else by attorneys could afford the room rates, which started at $320 per night?

Since it was early afternoon, guests were starting to check in. The lobby was full of activity but well staffed. I walked slowly and seductively through the lobby, feeling the stares of the male guests, as well as some glares from the women. I located the ladies room easily, feeling the need to freshen up. Per John’s instructions I carried a small purse which contained only my car keys, a few personal items, and fir lined handcuffs. I reapplied the bright red lipstick and added a glossy overcoat to my lips. I ran a brush through my blond, shoulder length hair, fluffing it up a bit. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I realized that I could pull this off. Away from my home town, I could be a hooker. I liked the feeling kemalpaşa escort a lot, actually, to be viewed in a sexually suggestive manner.

I left the powder room and headed for “The 19th Hole,” a sports bar that overlooked the golf course. There were perhaps twenty people in the room, mostly men dressed in casual attire. As I made my grand entrance, many eyes began to follow me. A few men elbowed their friends, pointing me out. I had never felt so desirable. At a leisurely pace, I sauntered toward the counter and selected a barstool by the window, with no other customers around. The bartender, a stocky black man, immediately approached me. A minute later, he returned with my apple martini. I asked him to start a tab, but the man indicated that drinks were on the house. I seductively smiled at him.

An attractive older man, perhaps 50 years old or so, with a full head of white hair, appeared by my side in short order.

“Whatever you are selling, I’m very interested in buying.”

It amused me, really, that I – this high school librarian, pillar of the community – was being passed off as a hooker. I coyly smiled back at the gentleman, thanked him for his interest, but indicated that I was meeting a client.

“Would you mind if I shared a drink with you, while waiting for your client?” he asked, continuing, “I like the view from this chair very much.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” I extended my hand and added, “My name is Paige.” Actually, my name was Teresa, but for the show today, my name was Paige.

“Ted,” he chirped in. “I don’t suppose that there would be time in your schedule after you meet your client to fit me in. I’m supposed to be in a meeting this evening, but I would much prefer to spend the evening in your company. And I can assure you that I would make it worth your while.”

“As tempting as your offer sounds, I have plans to return home after my meeting.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Ted sat with me. He was a great storyteller, and had me laughing hard. It seemed like all eyes in the room were aimed in our direction. I sensed the envy from the other men in the room, but none of them tried to make a move. I was obviously very happy in his company. Ted took advantage of his proximity, staring at my chest, checking out my legs, touching me on the shoulder as he told his stories.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a tall man entering the room. Instantly I knew that it was John. I had seen a few pictures. Even though the pictures were 5 years old, I recognized the chiseled face, the dark hair. He was early. But then again, so was I.

“Ted,” I interrupted, “I believe my client is here.”

Ted stood up and extended his hand toward me. I expected that he would shake it, but instead he pulled it towards himself and gave it a kiss. “It was a pleasure meeting you, sexy lady.” He backed away and walked toward the bartender, ready to settle his bill.

John was still in the bar entrance, looking around the room. He caught my glance and I smiled broadly at him. He nodded and moved in my direction.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“No, please sit down,” I implored. “So, you must have just gotten in.”

“As a matter of fact,” John started, “I did just check in.” John glared at me, almost coldly. And then I remembered. He was to dominate me. As such, I was not to start a conversation, but only respond to his requests. Already I had made an error. I would not make that mistake again.

The attentive bartender immediately took John’s order and filled it. The silence was initially quite awkward, particularly after being so animated with Ted. John held the silence for perhaps three minutes, testing me. During this time, he looked me over slowly and carefully, overtly avoiding eye contact. Finally, he broke the silence. “How much do you charge?”

“It depends upon the services you require. A blow job is $150. Anything more is $200 hour, with a one hour minimum.” Mind you, I had no idea what a real hooker would charge, particularly in a setting such as this. But it didn’t matter. This was just a game, after all. There would be no money exchanged.

“That sounds entirely reasonable, providing that you are willing to submit to my needs.”

I nodded, noting “My rates may be high, but for that I am willing to be your subservient fuck toy.” John smiled at me. He had used that phrase, “fuck toy,” on me last week when we chatted on line. I’m sure he appreciated the fact that I remembered those words.

John continued, “I have a meeting starting at five, but believe that I would gladly share the next two hours in your company.”

John stood up, dropped a $20 bill on the counter, and walked toward the door. Without saying a word, I followed him by a few paces. Waiting for the elevator he asked, “Your name?”

“Paige,” I replied demurely.

“Paige,” he repeated. He had known me only as Teresa. “My name is Tony, but you kemer escort shall refer to me as Master from this point on.” I was a bit confused at first. Even though I was using an alias, it never occurred to me that he would. But then remembered that he was John Anthony. OK, so this did make some sort of sense. “You will only speak to me when I speak to you. Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Master.” I replied demurely.

As the door of the elevator opened, he asked, “Are you wearing any underwear?”

I shook my head to indicate no and he smiled at me.

“Good. I want you to stand close to the edge of this glass elevator, facing me, so that everyone can see your pussy as we ride up the elevator. Spread your legs a bit more, so they can get a good view.”

I wasn’t prepared for this request, but found it enormously seductive. As the elevator slowly lifted toward the sixth floor John looked down, appearing pleased that several men were seated almost directly below us. Nearing our destination, he reached under my skirt and pushed me out of the lift by my ass.

John didn’t say a word, but walked to the left, expecting me to follow him to his room. I placed my purse on the table, carefully removing the handcuffs from the purse. John nodded approvingly, picked them up, and then moved towards the full length window in the bedroom. I followed him. I expected that he was going to pull the heavier curtains over the sheers, but instead he opened the sheers up completely. Across the way, I could see into several other rooms. And with the shades now completely open, anyone in those rooms could now see into our room. Because of the position of the sun, I wasn’t sure if I had an audience.

“Slut, I want you to walk over by the light, so I can get a good look at you.” Slowly, I moved towards the window, walking just the way he instructed me. When I turned back around, he nodded approvingly. “Now, slut, I want you to strip for me.”

John sat down on the edge of the bed, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his pulled out his cock, which was semi-rigid. In silence, I complied with his request.

“Slowly, now,” he instructed. It felt strange to dance without music, but John seemed to enjoy it. My hands followed the curves of my body, and I slowly lifted my skirt for him, exposing the garter belt, and then lowered my skirt again. I turned my ass towards him and leaned over slowly. I then turned back to him and smiled, unbuttoning my jacket slowly and seductively. John began stroking himself strongly. I was so turned on, to see him masturbate.

“Take off your jacket, slut,” John commanded. At this point I felt a bit awkward. A sports bra with holes punched out is not exactly erotic. But I removed the jacket, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Come here, slut,” he instructed. I slowly moved towards him, my hips swaying from side to side as I walked. Now a foot in front of him, he let go of his cock and pinched my nipples, and hard. I winced; this was actually painful. He pinched my nipples again, this time harder. I tried not to wince the second time, but I was in pain. And yet, I could feel wetness forming in my crotch. John’s hands returned to his cock, now quite erect, and he barked, “Lose the bra.”

I crossed my arms in front of me and slowly lifted the bra over my head. Once removed, I tossed it to the side. I dared not smile, instead giving him my best “come hither” look.

“Let’s see those tits move, slut.”

“Yes, master.” I rhythmically moved my body from side to side.

“Nice. Now, bitch, turn around and give a show to the rest of the world.”

I turned around and wondered … was someone else watching me? Did he see someone? I continued shifting my body from side to side, also lifting up my skirt a bit.

“Now lose the skirt, slut.”

Still facing the window, I unzipped the skirt, then inched my skirt slowly down, exposing the top of the garter belt and then my ass. I moved my ass from side to side, and then dropped the skirt altogether. I then slowly turned back towards John, giving him his first view of my snatch.

“Touch yourself, whore.”

Still dancing, now wearing only nylons and heels, my hands moved towards my labia and I began stroking myself. It felt so odd to be masturbating publicly, not only to John, but to anyone who might be viewing through the window.

“Nice, bitch. Very nice.” John stroked himself faster and said, “Come here towards your master and position yourself on all fours, facing me.” I did as he instructed. He continued to jerk off, his swollen cock only a foot from my mouth. I suspected that he would want me to suck him dry, but dared not make a move without his consent. Good thing, actually, since he had different plans.

“Open your mouth, bitch. You’re about to get some of your master’s spunk in that sweet mouth of yours.”

I obediently opened my mouth. He picked up the pace a bit, and then started to cum. Initially keşan escort he hit my eyes and hair with his spunk. Then he made a direct hit in my mouth. John moaned loudly as the last of his semen dribbled onto my lower lips.

“Swallow my seed quickly, bitch, and then clean me up with your tongue.”

I immediately gulped his load, licked my lips. John positioned himself on the bed, face up, waiting for me to service him. With cum still on my face, I started to lick his cock clean. I expected that John would want me to start delivering a blow job that would get him stiff again, but this was not his intent. After his cock was clean, he pulled back, noting, “Bitch, you have exactly one minute to run to the bathroom and clean up the rest of my spunk.” He looked down at his watch. My God, he was timing me. I moved swiftly towards the bathroom and pulled a washcloth down and started blotting my face, trying not to smudge my make up.

From the bedroom I heard, “Twenty seconds more, bitch. And you better not be late.”

I threw the washcloth down and headed back to the bedroom.

“You are two seconds late, bitch,” he said, checking the watch. “Lean over.” He smacked my ass hard, twice, one for each late second.

“Now turn around.” I complied, and he added, “You must learn to obey me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” I demurely replied. The last ten minutes were so incredibly hot. What I wanted, more than anything, was his stiff rod in my mouth, in my pussy. But he gave me neither. I was left wanting.

John continued, “You will see that now that I have cum the first time, I will be able to hold it for a long time now.” I looked him in the eyes and nodded. I then noticed the fur lined handcuffs in his hands. “Your wrists, slave.”

I extended my hands out and he slapped the cuffs over my hands. He positioned me on the bed, face up. He took out a necktie and bound my hands above my head, tying the handcuffs to the left post of the bed. He then opened the closet, removing the sashes to the two white terry guest robes. He used the sashes to tie my legs to each of lower posts.

He then turned the television set on, ordering a porn movie. He dryly noted, “I need to unpack.” Now dressed only in his boxers and a dress shirt, he carefully moved the contents of his suitcase into the dresser. In the mean time, I got caught up in the movie, where four black guys were gang-banging a red-head. It was actually quite well acted. As the girl moaned with pleasure, I felt an intense desire to fuck. Except that I was helpless, even to masturbate. As best I could, I moved my body on the bed, arching my back, hoping to lower my pussy on the sheets so that I could stroke it.

John was watching my antics with amusement. “You horny, fuck toy?”

I nodded, “Yes, master.”

He laughed a bit, and then reached down for my leg constraints. I thought he would take them off or perhaps loosen them. Instead, the tightened them. I now had less range of motion. I was staring at the TV, wanting so badly to be fucked, to be pleasured. And yet I was totally helpless to do anything about it. It was the worst kind of torture.

John reminded me, “I am paying you. You are here only to service me. Do you remember that?”

I nodded, realizing that he was giving me exactly what I wanted. I would be getting pleasure in the process of submitting to his needs. John left for the bathroom and I heard the water from the shower turning on. He was going to take his time as I continued to get horny. Ten minutes later, John walked out in a towel, his large cock now rather erect. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched the porn movie for a few minutes. With his stiff cock in his hands, he moved towards me, his cock now inches from my mouth. “Suck me, slut. Make it good.”

I was very happy to have his cock in my mouth. I did my best work on him, using the tip of my tongue to probe the tip of his dick. I was skillfully pleasuring him, wanting to start slowly and build up the excitement. I was surprised when he corrected me, stating, “No, suck harder, bitch.” I started sucking harder but he didn’t seem pleased. He grabbed my head, one hand on either side, and started impaling me with his stiff rod. I couldn’t breathe and started to choke. I felt his cock sliding down my throat, further than I ever thought possible. “That’s how I want it, whore.” He mouth fucked me for perhaps 20 seconds longer. I felt myself getting faint. My god, he was going to kill me. Finally he pulled out and I coughed hard and long. John laughed at me. I stared at his cock, which must have been 8″ long. I wondered how he managed to do that. His used his cock to slap my face a few times, and then started to impale me yet again. This same routine was repeated perhaps a half dozen times. Over time, I trusted him not to harm me to pull out in time, and seemed a bit more relaxed.

John fingered my pussy, scooped up my juices and placed his hand near my face. “Lap up your juices, whore.” As I sucked his fingers, he commented, “Most whores don’t get wet. But you are enjoying yourself. Are you some sort of a nympho whore?”

I nodded, “Yes, master.”

“I need to remind you,” John started, “that you are hired help. I really don’t give a shit whether or not you cum.”

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