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He sat at his desk oblivious to everything around him and didn’t notice the stacked sexy blonde that walked into his office. She stood with her back against the door watching him with his glasses perched low on his nose. She was of average height and stood with her shoulders back and chest out to make herself a little taller.

Feeling excited, she felt her nipples harden and with a naughty little wiggle she pulled up her mini skirt a little higher. Adjusting her thigh high black silk stockings hoping that sexy seam in the back was straight. She undid the top button of her pristine crisp white blouse, her full voluptuous breasts almost overflowing their confines in her lacy shelf bra. Her golden blonde hair was done up loosely in a top knot with little tendrils clinging to the back of her graceful neck.

She coughed softly and he looked up slightly startled, it didn’t take long for the line between his brows to disappear as he watched her turn to click the door shut, locking it. Noticing the seams on those delicious stockings right away and how the short black skirt clung to her pert rounded ass.

He could feel the perspiration start to go down his back, this blonde was causing his heart rate to accelerate rapidly and as she walked a little closer to his desk he could almost smell that delicious pussy of hers, knowing it would be sweet and succulent as he tasted her pretty pink kitty. He became rock hard hearing those moans and screams that she would be making as he brought her to a huge climax.

Watching her sit down in the leather swivel chair across from him, she crossed those delectable lovely legs of hers and he caught a glimpse of heaven as her thighs gleamed above the black stockings and skirt and he could have sworn that she flashed him her pretty pink labia. Her perfume was soft, fragrantly exotic like her, completely feminine with that trace of sexual mystery that he wanted to unlock entirely.

Looking into those large blue eyes he felt as if he were drowning in those cerulean pools of beauty. There was a certain something that he couldn’t pinpoint locked within their depths but he was certain if he took the time to find out he would He felt his eyes roam over her face, to the curve of her cheeks, the soft sensual mouth that begged to be kissed.

The cheekbones that were high and the shape of her face, it all came together in an arresting yet stunning appearance. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, the nipples straining against the whiteness of her shirt. The cleavage that was revealed was extremely deep and he could feel the hard throbbing of his cock against his pants. Just thinking about how good it would feel to place his thick rod between those voluptuous beauties as he moved between them.

She knew damn well what she was doing to him he thought as he watched the play of her tongue tip move over the fullness of her bottom lip. His cock jumped and he almost groaned out loud at the sensual action of the exquisite angel sitting across from him.. She made eye contact with him and hers were so very provocative and alluring that he felt the desire to lean across the desk, kiss her so damn passionately that she would be a little outraged. He almost smiled at that, knowing instinctively that it would take a lot to shock this sexy bombshell. She uncrossed her legs again and he caught a glimpse of her lovely labia, knowing that she was wearing a thong or possibly nothing under that tight short skirt.

She was here to discuss a case with him and he couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter long enough to even think about conversing about business right now. Damn it he wanted this sexy woman and he could feel the pre-cum making his boxers a little wet. She leaned down to get something out of her briefcase and another button came undone and her nipples all but popped out of her blouse. Looking up at gerçek porno him she saw that blatant desire on his face how red it had become and she felt the answering wetness between her legs now. Closing the case with a snap, she stood up slowly, like a sinuous exotic dancer and pulled the topknot loose with a movement of her golden head, allowed her hair to fall in a soft silky curtain onto her shoulders.

Her hands came down to undo the remainder of the buttons on her blouse and her voice was like the sound music to his ears, husky, soft, seductive. She asked him in sensual playful whisper so full of passion and so feminine. “Would you like to touch them, perhaps kiss each of my pretty pink nipples? Her breasts were indeed overflowing the shelf bra and her nipples were hard, suffused with color and those nipples awaiting his lips. The door was locked she had made sure of that and almost everybody had gone for the day. He was rock hard, not having had sex in a long while he wanted this blonde and by the God he was going to have her.

She had a look to her that was both angelic and devilish, her lush mouth tempting him to kiss her now and she pivoted away from him with a naughty look on her face and went to the blinds to close them tightly. Making sure that her ass had that exaggerated wiggle in play and while her back was turned he stood up and stretched. His muscles were tight and his body tense with need and desire for her. She turned around and when she saw his face, that smile of hers became a soft intimate laugh. He walked towards her and they met half way across the room. Grabbing her curvaceous body and pulling her against him with just enough force to allow to know what she was doing to him.

His hands moved down over the line of her back very delicately and she shivered. Putting her face against his chest she moved her mouth back and forth and he could feel her softly bite his male paps. Gasping as she bit on them through his shirt and he wanted to tear the offending shirt off and let her mouth roam freely. He felt that intense tremor run through his body and he could feel her hands moving down over his back onto his tight male ass. She pushed her body tighter against his and he wanted to rip the clothing from her body and throw her across his desk.

He had wanted her for a long while this sensual beauty with the body that was made for his hands, mouth and cock. There had always been that certain sexual tension between the two of them for well over a year now. Remembering the first time he had laid eyes on her as she conferred with one of his business colleagues. He had heard that tinkling laugh of hers as she had been leaning over his desk. Her beautiful round ass was outlined by the very tight form fitting dress she wore. She had stood up at that exact moment seeing his eyes on her and that femme fatale smile was positively brimming with sexuality. Those vividly blue eyes so intense that he felt it penetrate his very soul.

Right now at this exact moment that intensity was building as he lifted her chin and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes of hers..He felt the breath almost catch in his throat as they seared his face with their blue fire. He leaned down to kiss her and the world spun out of control as he devoured those warm sweet lips. She positively sizzled, her heat almost burning him with that electrical force. Her mouth was like a flower and he wanted to taste more of more of her sweetness. His hands had moved onto that firm roundness of her ass and he pushed her even closer to his massive erection.

Their tongues collided and swirled around each others and he wished at that exact moment that they were in his bedroom and he was carrying her to his bed. Right now there would be no preliminaries it would be up against the wall, on his desk or her leaning over the leather genç porno izle chair. His hands moved up under her blouse, her skin was satiny soft and found the hooks of her bra. He wasn’t exactly sure how it happened but her blouse and bra were off with a speed that caused him to smile. Her breasts were in his hands, heavy and rather firm, so beautifully shaped and he bent to kiss the tops of them. Her fragrance was so very like a floral garden that he wanted to absorb each and every scent of her, taste that beauty and sweetness.

She stood back and slid out of her skirt, and her panties were a mere slip of nothing a scrap of thin black material that showed off those perfectly rounded hips and that smooth soft kitty that revealed her beautiful womanly “V”. He asked himself if she would allow him to worship that ravishing body of hers. Lay her across his desk and take that thong off with his teeth over the curve of her hips down over her gleaming thighs to slide onto the tiled floor. He reached out and brought her to him, wanting to grind his cock against her over and over again. She sensed his raw need and reached down between them to rub his cock with her hand.

He thought right there and then that he might just blow his load all over his boxers if she persisted in rubbing him like that. He picked her up in his arms and brought her over to the chair and laid her down onto the cool leather. She gasped at the coldness of it’s texture against her back and legs..He sat down on the floor and took her panties off of her body as she lifted her lovely round ass in the air. They rested on her ankles and those stockings looked amazingly sexy on those hot legs of hers with her high heels still on. Her legs came open as he stared at her lovely pearl that was so very wet and the smell of her womanly scent was intoxicating.

He gazed at the beauty of her soft kitty, her pink loveliness revealed to his lustful eyes. Her legs opened wider and he grabbed those little black panties and threw them in the corner as if they offended him. He leaned down to kiss those swollen lips, to softly kiss that pearl that awaited his mouth and tongue. When he reached her clit she almost cried out loud, his tongue moving every which way. He stopped momentarily to gaze at her face, her expression so erotic and beautiful. Mouth half open, eyes wide and looking up at the ceiling, her hands were grasping the sides of the chair her fingernails coral tipped.

He moved his mouth over her labia and kissed and licked each and every part of her..those coral tipped nails almost raking his back now as she moved them over his neck and then she grasped his head as he sucked her clit. She was trying to not scream but it was becoming difficult to stay in control. She was spiraling at the very edge of an intense orgasm. His mouth driving her insane and crazy with wanting him. Then it happened, his mouth making her wild and she screamed out as her climax hit with such force that left her reeling. Her hands moving over his hair, pulling as she cried out “OMG, OMG, OMG.”

He had to taste her nipples now but first he stood up and removed his boxers and as they slid to the floor he kicked them off. His cock springing forward and her gasp making him stare into her eyes. Knowing intuitively that she liked what she had just witnessed, his very thick hard cock jutting upright awaiting her touch. He leaned down to suck those very firm nipples that were buds of dark pretty pink. So succulent and sweet like the her honeyed juices that were in abundance in that tight hot sheath. She cried out and arched her back and he knew she was about to climax again just by his mouth on her highly sensitized nipples.

He stopped what he was doing as her hand reached out to softly caress the tip of his cock and run her tender soft hands over his hardness. hdx porno He groaned as he leaned back and put his hands behind his back, making it easier for her to stroke him. GOD it felt so good to have her hand on his throbbing member. She was really getting into it and he gritted his teeth and put his hand down to hers to make her stop. He was about to cum all over those beautiful big tits of hers. She understood and smiled up at him again and he wanted to lean down to kiss that sensual mouth of hers and bite that hot bottom lip of hers.

Reaching down he helped her up out of the chair and they stood together staring at each other..hands slowly caressing each other’s bodies. They kissed again and it was more electric than the first time. She was his Venus the goddess of love, a woman that was born to make love each and every day to be taken at any given time. She looked at his desk and her eyebrows elevated somewhat and he seemed to read her mind. Walking over to the far end it was clear and she placed her hands on it and her round sexy ass was stuck up in the air as she leaned forward waiting for him to take her.

He reached under her as his cock moved up and down her crack. She moaned as he touched her wet clit again with his fingers and he guided his hard member between those cheeks to find her heat and that warm dark tunnel. She was ready for him, so incredibly wet as his cock entered that tightness. She gasped and he felt the opening give way, the fit was like a warm tight glove and he got a grip before he started to move inside of her. It was hot and liquid her wetness, satiny smooth and she enveloped him, tightening those muscles as he started to thrust inside of her. Moving faster and faster, he could see her beautiful face in the small mirror on the wall and her tits bouncing and swaying as he took her harder still. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed he could sense her orgasm occurring any minute now.

He felt her tense, as he was doing, it was almost simultaneously that it happened and could feel it building inside of him like a forceful tidal wave of emotion. It felt too damn good that heat, she was so tightly wrapped around his cock and her wetness cascading over him. She screamed at that exact moment when he felt himself jerk and erupt inside of her, his hot sperm hitting her like a geyser and their juices mingled as he felt her climax and push down over him, tensing and tensing again. He pushed into her one last time and she leaned down onto his desk like a dancer gracefully taking a bow her arms outstretched. She lay like that until he was satiated and complete. Gently kissing her delicate neck and her shoulders.

He felt himself pull away from her and then some regret that he had to leave that beautiful sanctuary of comfort and joy. She stood up and he watched her without shame in that mirror her bountiful breasts so perfectly formed and he knew that he could take her again and again. Those curved, so womanly and feminine and that face that could make a man lose himself with those eyes and that erotic mouth.

Giving his head a shake he noticed that smile and knew that she had seen him watching her. She was a little minx he thought, provocative and so damn intoxicating. She turned to him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth and she saw his blue eyes turn dark with passion.

Her arms moved around his neck and he brought her in close again as their bodies fit together almost perfectly together, skin against skin. His hands came down to grasp that sexy derriere of hers one more time.

The hour was late but they seemed oblivious of the time as they kind of swayed together to an imaginary tune. He heard her sigh and knew it was time to get ready to leave. He tightened his arms around her one more time and kissed the top of her golden softly scented hair. Pulling away from her he watched her eyes and they held a sadness that somehow reflected itself upon him. He lifted her face as he put his fingers under her chin and kissed those lips again. “It will happen again my angel” he said and soon and she smiled as he felt compelled to kiss that beautiful sensual mouth again.

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A long-distance relationship is just difficult in general. The inability to see one’s significant other, especially in times of sheer joy or utter distress, weighs heavily on both partners. When one is a very busy Ph.D. student and the other works in a job with a highly-demanding schedule, it is even more difficult for the lovers to see each other as often as they would like.

When a long-distance relationship also includes a BDSM component, there is one thing which is quite likely to occur first when the partners are able to be in the same geographical location: a punishment.

As the plane made its final approach to Oakland International Airport, My thoughts turned to loving slave’s assignment since My last visit a few months earlier: she was to maintain a running tally of punishable offenses and present it to Me upon My arrival. As I watched the water creep closer and closer as the plane decreased in altitude, I wondered exactly what she would consider as punishable offenses – something neither she nor I had clarified – and considered various punishments for her, to have a selection of viable possibilities depending upon the punishable offenses she listed for Me.

At last, the rear wheels touched the tarmac. It felt good to be in California once again, especially in the Bay Area. Judging from the murmurs of the passengers around Me, many others felt the same way. The teenage girl sitting next to Me finally opened her eyes, glanced out the window, and gave a loud sigh of relief.

“Congratulations,” I said softly to her, patting her sweat-covered hand as its iron grip on the armrest she and I shared finally began to loosen. “You just completed your first flight.” She simply nodded and gave Me a weak smile.

Rookie. I wonder if John Madden would react the same way if he ever flies again.

I almost made a comment about how she just survived her first flight, only to be swallowed up by an earthquake in a few hours, but ultimately decided that she had been through enough anguish these past two hours.

Once off the plane, it took a moment to recognize the part of the terminal I was in and get My bearings. Seeing a small flower cart across the way, I made My way over to the young woman selling primarily roses. Never had I arrived and presented my slave with a rose before, so this would be a nice touch.

The agreement was that she would meet Me at the Terminal 2 baggage claim area, near where the passengers emerged into the public area of the terminal. So, I purposely made My way to Terminal 1 instead, ultimately stepping outside into the summer afternoon sunshine and relishing the cool ocean-scented breeze that I missed so desperately living in the Arizona desert. It was mid-afternoon, yet the temperature was cooler than it usually is when I leave to go to work at 6AM.

Taking My time and knowing that My slave’s anticipation would be growing exponentially, I strolled along the sidewalk toward Terminal 2. A police officer noticed Me and the rose I carried and gave Me a smile and a wink. That was odd, as I did not remember having ever met him before, but I acknowledged him with a nod and continued on My way.

Entering Terminal 2, I stood amongst the ticket counters, drinking in the activity and the general noise around Me. I have always loved airports, especially the AirMall in Pittsburgh before 9/11, but for some reason, I particularly felt at “home” standing here.

Perhaps because I was back in the Bay Area, with the love of My life (unbeknownst to her) just a few hundred tecavüz porno yards away.

After readjusting the strap of My lone carry-on, I made my way through the crowd, amazed that still there were so many people using the ticket counters and not the automated check-in kiosks. Passing the snaking line for the Security Checkpoint, I emerged into the baggage claim area itself, and saw her.

she stood amongst the other passengers from My flight at once of the baggage claim carousels, her back to Me. I noted her the strap of her favorite purse/bag crossed her body, the same way I wore My carry-on. As I approached her from behind, she seemed to be lost in thought.

There was no one standing immediately next to her, which was good, as neither of U/us really want the O/our Master-slave relationship to be public knowledge. So I walked silently up behind her, leaned close, and whispered into her right ear:

“Have you been a good slave in My absence?”

In one fluid motion, she spun and hugged Me fiercely – effectively, just another typical reunion scene played out repeatedly at airports around the world every day.

Once I finally extricated myself from her grasp and handed her the rose, W/we shared a brief kiss before making O/our way to the AirBART station. Fortunately, the shuttle was already waiting, and W/we found a quiet, secluded spot at the back of the bus. Once seated, she reached into her purse/bag and handed Me a small journal book with a gold inlay of the Golden Gate Bridge on the otherwise-black cover.

“What is this?” I asked.

“my list of punishable offenses, Master,” she replied quietly, her eyes noticeably downcast.

“There are so many offenses that you needed an entire book to list them?” I queried, an accusatory edge to My voice.

“No, Sir,” she replied, leaning against My shoulder and gently stroking My thigh. “i simply wanted to present them to You in a nice manner, instead of handing You a crumpled sheet of paper.”

“Very thoughtful, princess,” I praised her, placing a kiss at the crown of her head. “Thank you.”

she held Me tightly in her grasp, and it was clear she had truly missed Me these past few months. With one arm around the young beauty, I simply held her close, My nose buried in her hair to inhale her sweet girly scent.

Eventually, the shuttle bus began to move, and My sweet beautiful girlfriend released her hold on Me. I then opened the journal book.

The title page stated simply, “Punishable Offenses,” in her elegant handwriting. Beneath the title, she had taped a small photo of a bullwhip, apparently taken from a catalogue or fetish magazine. “Nice touch,” I noted with a smile, squeezing her thigh briefly before turning the page.

Each following page was dedicated to a separate day, beginning with the day following My previous visit several months earlier. The date was beautifully written at the top of a page, with that day’s punishable offenses listed underneath. These were mostly mundane things – overslept, stayed up too late watching TV, spent too long with PlayStation2 games, ate out too often in a given week – but also a few more serious offenses – drank too much at Colleen’s (a friend’s) birthday party, went to class without having fully read the assigned chapters, disobeyed one of My orders.

This last one really caught My eye, especially since there was no elaboration given on that page. I simply pointed to it and quietly asked which order she had refused to 18 porno obey. “Your order to sleep on the floor for a week, Sir,” she nearly whispered.

The rest of the trip to the BART station was conducted in silence, although I kept a hand on her thigh as she leaned her head against My shoulder. Once off the AirBART, we chatted happily the rest of the way to her apartment.

Once inside her apartment with the door closed, I dropped my carry-on, grabbed the young slave by the shoulders, spun her and backed her somewhat roughly against one wall of the entry corridor, and kissed her fiercely as I groped her roughly. From her initial squeal, this was quite a surprise to her, but she quickly responded in kind; sometime during the frenzy, she dropped the rose, as I suddenly felt both her hands upon Me.

To a random observer, she and I must have looked like W/we were devouring each other, and it indeed felt that way to some extent. As O/our hands roughly groped, each of U/us emitted grunts and squeals and moans as O/our teeth clashed and O/our tongues battled. Even if W/we were to have suddenly been blasted with a fire hose, the powerful torrent of cold water would not have been able to dilute the intense heat building in the corridor.

Just as quickly as the intense interaction had begun, it ended as I suddenly walked away, both of U/us breathless. Certainly, My young beautiful slave must have been confused at My suddenly leaving her, but she did not complain or question My action. Instead, as I sat on the sofa out of her view, it sounded as if she slid down the wall to sit on the floor and recuperate.

Several minutes passed, and My erection subsided as My breathing and heart rate returned to normal. No longer did I feel so warm, but it was clear that the windows needed to be opened. So I stood and opened the windows in the room to let in a cool ocean-scented breeze, noting as I returned toward the sofa that my disheveled slave was crawling toward Me in a sultry manner, wearing regular everyday clothing yet still reminding Me of the girl in Billy Idol’s “Cradle of Love” video, her favorite purse/bag discarded behind her near by carry-on and the seemingly-forgotten rose.

I sat again on the sofa, and she crawled up on the furniture with Me, laying across My lap, her denim-clad rear high in the air. Silently, I caressed her ass, feeling her relax at My touch. But then I suddenly used My free hand to grab a fistful of her long hair and pull back, causing her head to raise involuntarily and a hiss of minor pain to escape her clenched teeth.

“Why are you laying across My lap, naughty slave?” I challenged.

“Because i deserve punishment, Master,” she replied.

“True enough,” I noted, swatting her ass once, hard, feeling her jump slightly. “However, have you ever been permitted to dictate a punishment?”

“No, Master,” she replied quietly, a tone of remorse in her voice.

“Exactly.” I released her hair, certainly to her relief as I continued to caress her lower cheeks. “I definitely enjoy having you in this position, and I certainly am admiring the view, but stand and strip anyhow.”

“Yes, Sir.” Slowly, she stood, obviously reluctant to move from the prone position, and moved to the center of the room. Turning to Me, she closed her eyes and began to caress herself, taking pleasure in touching herself as I watched.

I could feel My erection growing as she cupped her breasts, and I wished those hands were Mine. On the other hand, I would konulu porno be here for a long four-day weekend – longer than usual – so there would be plenty of time for My hands to caress and fondle her sexy form. As I watched, her hands gradually moved down her body, eventually grabbing the base of her powder-blue flowery t-shirt and lifting the garment slowly, deliberately, revealing a lacy black front-hook bra which instantly attracted My eyes and practically caused My mouth to water in anticipation.

As the t-shirt cleared her head, she opened her eyes and smiled at Me, clearly aware of the effect she was having upon Me. she approached Me again, knelt on the sofa with her knees on either side of My thighs, and draped her t-shirt across My shoulders while thrusting her wonderful cleavage toward My face. Reaching up, I took a breast in each hand, squeezing gently, enjoying the expression on her face as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in a silent sigh.

Then I suddenly squeezed each breast fiercely, her expression turning from pleasure to pain. “I told you to stand and strip, not come and seduce Me.” I finally released her twin protrusions and leaned back in the sofa again.

“Sorry, Sir,” she replied quietly and almost sheepishly. “i guess i’ve just been too naughty in Your absence and need to be punished.”

“you will indeed be punished, wayward slave,” I admonished with a slight smile. “Now, you have just thirty seconds to remove the rest of those hindering clothes.”

That was the end of the seductive strip-tease. she quickly, deftly removed her bra, then the sandals and jeans and her favorite black thong. she stood in the center of the room in a parade-rest position, now wearing only the silver waist chain which was her constant reminder of her status in relation to Me.

After a long moment simply drinking in her natural beauty, I stood and approached. “Kneel.” she complied.

“Remove My belt.” As she worked, I added, “This will be the source of your coming punishment.” she hesitated momentarily as that statement took hold in her mind, then continued her task. Once the belt was removed, she held it in both hands and offered it to Me, saying softly, “Please punish me, Master, so that i may be a better, more obedient slave for You.”

“I will, naughty girl,” I assured her, “I will. But first, retrieve the punishment book and go to the bedroom. Crawl”

“Yes, Master.” Placing the belt in her small mouth, she crawled away from Me as I watched momentarily before going to the kitchen. I took My time, preparing two tall glasses of ice water, knowing one would be needed to help calm her following her coming punishment.

Arriving in the bedroom, she already lay face-down on the bed, her arms and legs each pointed toward the nearest bedpost where cuffs and chains already awaited use. The belt lay across of sweet rear, with the punishment book resting at the small of her back. I set down the glasses of water, moved the punishment book from her back and placed it before her, and took the belt in My hand, doubling it.

“you will read each infraction,” I instructed, “and be punished for each. For a minor infraction, I will beat you twice. For a major infraction, you will be struck five times. I noticed one day last week with some fifteen or so punishable offenses; if they were all minor offenses, you will only be hit about thirty times. The punishment will continue until you use your safeword, but you will be punished for each offense before I return to Arizona. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Give Me a rough guess: How many times do you think I will need to beat your ass?”

she thought, and thought, and thought. “Oh, no…” she suddenly gasped, burying her face in a pillow.

“Then let the punishment begin.”

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We were surrounded by people, which is normally fine, but that night I needed Daddy’s attention and it seemed I wasn’t getting nearly enough of it. My attempts to take the majority of his focus from our friends had all been for naught, and my inner brat was seething. This all culminated in a simple, oblivious request from him.

“Baby, can you get me a drink?”

I tried not to grit my teeth. “Sure.”

I turned on my heel, and half stomped into the kitchen, muttering under my breath.

“Are his damn legs broken? Why do I have to get the stupid drink?”

I slammed around in the cabinets as I made a bright red mixed drink. He hadn’t specified.

I returned to where he was still standing, drink in hand. Somehow, I ‘tripped’ and the red drink ended up all over his white shirt. He might have believed it had been an accident if not for the small smirk I couldn’t keep off my face.

“Whoops.”

I watched his face flush the same color as the stain just momentarily, before he forced his expression back into a neutral one.

“Excuse us a moment.” He said. He grabbed my arm and spun me away from everyone.

“Do you need a spanking, young lady?” He hissed in my ear.

My lower lip started to poke out instinctively, but I couldn’t bite back my sulky reply.

“You’re too busy to spank me, Daddy.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes.

“Did you need attention, baby?”

I didn’t want to admit that I had purposely mom porn acted out for that reason, so I just stared at him silently. That was all the confirmation he needed.

“Well, you are about to get a whole lot of attention.”

He pulled me to a chair in the center of the room and he sat. I gasped when I realized his intention.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

My words went unheeded as he pulled me across his knee and everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. He addressed them.

“It seems that my little brat chose to ruin my shirt just to get attention. So please, allow us to have your undivided attentiveness.”

It was my turn to flush a deep red as he flipped my skirt up. He hadn’t allowed me panties.

I jumped when his hand cracked down on my ass the first time.

“Is it acceptable behavior to throw a hissy when you don’t get attention?”

I stayed quiet. I wasn’t going to answer that in front of everyone.

His hand connected with my other cheek, much harder, and I whimpered loudly.

“I asked you a question, little girl.”

“No Sir. It’s not.” I mumbled into my hands.

His hand came down again, just as hard.

“I couldn’t hear you. Louder.”

“No Sir, it’s not!” I yelped

He continued to spank me hard, alternating cheeks, until I could feel the heat radiating from my ass and upper thighs and I could no longer keep still. I thought he would let mobil porno me up then, to go hide in the comfort and safety of our room, as tears were pooling in the corners of my eyes. Instead, he drew a finger up my thigh and along my slit. I squirmed and tried not to moan.

“My God, baby. You’re soaked. What kind of girl gets wet from a spanking in front of everyone?”

I knew the right answer, and I didn’t want to be punished anymore. I wanted to be a good girl.

“A dirty little slut, Sir.”

And I felt like one when he moved my legs further apart to put my swollen and aching clit on display for everyone to see.

“That’s right. Does my dirty little slut need to cum?”

With that, he angled his fingers and started pumping them inside of me, while rubbing my clit.

“Yes Daddy, please!”

He stopped, suddenly.

“I think you need to earn that. Get on your knees and show everyone what a good job you do with your mouth.”

I slid to my knees and obediently unzipped his pants to free his cock. I moaned around it as I slipped it deep into my mouth. I loved the way his cock tasted, and how it felt in my mouth. It was rigid steel already.

He grabbed my hair as I stroked his length with my tongue and alternated between shallow mouth fucking and deep throat fucking.

“That’s a good little whore, baby.”

I glowed with pride. I knew he had tacked on the baby just for me. For most xnxx porno people, baby is just an endearment. Between Daddy and I, it means that even though I do these things and push the edges of my comfort zone, I am no less valuable to him and my worth is in no way cheapened.

After a few more minutes, he pulled my mouth off of him and pressed my face into the ground so that my ass was up. Without warning, he thrust into me from behind, fucking me like I desperately needed since the night had begun. I moaned and arched my hips back against him, on the very edge of orgasm.

“Daddy, PLEASE!”

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted in my ear.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I screamed as the long-awaited orgasm tore through my body. He let me ride the waves as he continued to fuck me at a frantic pace for a few more minutes. Then he pulled out and tugged me back up to my knees. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just in time for the large spurt of cum that hit all over my face. Some dripped in my mouth, and I swallowed it eagerly and licked my lips.

“Don’t move.” He whispered in my ear.

So, I stayed like that for a few moments, face dripping cum on my knees in front of everyone. When he returned, I felt a soft wash cloth on my face. I leaned against his touch. When he finished lovingly cleaning me, he helped me to a standing position and then scooped me up into his arms and took me into the bedroom, where he laid me down and tucked me in gently. I don’t know how he knew, but he was right. I was exhausted.

“Daddy?” I asked, as he pulled the covers to my chin.

“Yes Baby?”

“I’m a good girl?”

He smiled, and kissed my forehead and then my lips, softly.

“You’re the best girl.”

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“Now for your turn” leers the old bull, stroking the mushroomed head of his gnarled old cock.

The old man starts to get hard again and grabs the husband’s head. He slams his cock back in the husband’s mouth, brutally facefucking him. “Is that what you want Sissy? To be Daddies pantied cocksucker? “The husband chokes and gags on this vile old man’s big cock, tears streaming down his face as he pounds his face. The husband feels the old man’s potent cum-filled bull balls slapping his chin.

The husband wretches his bent old cock, completely in shock at the abuse he is receiving. “You nasty cock-sucking bitch sissy! I love using your soft pouty lips; they’re just like a woman’s.” The old man yells lost in pleasure and lust. Everytime his pushes his cock in, the husband’s face slams into his sweaty pubes which are soaked in his wife’s pussy juices.

“You like that bitch? Can you taste your wife’s cunt? The cunt this old daddy just impregnated with his baby? The husband tries to talk back but the old bull rams his cock in so deep, making him take it right to the base. Saliva dribbles out of the husbands mouth during this onslaught, deep-throat slime splattering onto the floor below. “Your gonna be my sissy cuckold, serving my cock and raising my baby. Soon all you care about is Daddies big cock stretching your pussyhole bitch! You get ready for this old bull’s schlong to impregnate your sissycunt.”

The wife sits up on the bed watching her husband getting orally raped by this dominant old man. She sees the power he has over him and looks on admiringly at the stud. The old man looks up to see the lustful wife watching her sissy husband getting abused.

“Make him eat you out while I take care of something else.” The wife moves to the edge of the bed and the husband is grateful to be away from his attacker and back with his loving wife’s pussy. “Can’t you lick better than that, sissy?” snaps the wife. The husband freezes, did his wife really just say that too him? “That’s right, eat me out properly, you’ll call me Mistress video porno from now on!”

The old man chuckles behind the husband, the husbands only ally is now on his side, he knows he can do whatever he wants with the both of them. While the husband obediently sucks on the wife’s pussy, the old man starts to fondle his arse, spreading his cheeks and puling on his lacy panties.

The husband tries to ignore it until a feeling of complete pleasure runs from his arse right up his spine. He lets out a feeble whimper as the old man starts to lap at his hole. Pulling his lacy panties to one side, the old bull starts to tongue his hole expertly, hitting all the right spots.

“MMMPPPHHFFF” moans the husband its his wife’s pussy. The old bull now knows this submissive young man is like putty in his hands. The old lecher slips down the panties and inserts a fat stubby finger in the husbands bung, pushing it in and out right up to the knuckle.

“Oh my! Your pussy is so wet sissy! He must be enjoying his old daddies attention so much.” As creeped out by the term “daddy” as he was, the husband could not deny that he was feeling so good at the attentions of this old man. What had this man made him become?

The old man adds another finger until the husband’s hole is stretched and open for him to use. The husband groans in pleasure until he feels something sliding up and down his hole, something heavy and warm. He turns to see the old bull slithering his disgusting old cock against his wet cuntlips.

“NO! NO! STOP, YOU CA-” The old man pushed his cockhead deep into the husband’s pussy and rammed down hard. The husband’s eyes rolled back in his head and his cock throbbed hard before spurting a tiny load cum to his panties.

The old man spanks his arse as he sinks his mammoth cock deep into his chute. “Dirty little bitch wet his panties with his clitty’s spunk! Bad sissy!” before slapping another hand down hard on his cheeks. The husband doesn’t care, the old man’s cock sank straight into his prostate sex izle and he is ecstasy. His wife watches on as the old bull mounts her husband and starts to pound his huge cock in and out of his arse.

With every thrust, another dribble of cum soaks into the husband’s panties as the old man starts to ravage him. “Yeeesssss Siissssyy, your cunt is to tight around my cock,, take it like a slut! Mmmmmm what a juicy little cunt you have! Ripe for Daddy to seed it.” The old man rams his cock in hard until he is balls deep. The husband yells out in pain as his sphincter is stretched too far wide. The old man grabs his head and covering his mouth with his fat hand as he starts to pummel his pussy. “Thhhaaat’ss iitt boy! Let Daddy rape his sissyboi, he knows that he wants his cock really…

“MMMMMM!” the husband’s muffled screams go unheard as the old bull pounds him like a ragdoll. The wife just laughs at him as his stubby clit dribbles more pathetic spunk as his prostate is milked. The sound of the old bulls balls slapping against his smooth arse cheeks fills the room.

After 10 minutes of solid fucking, the husband has completely given in to the old man “MMM oh yeah Daddy, just like that! Fuck your Sissy! Breed me Sir! Give me your baby in my sissycunt!” He squeezes his tight sphincter against the old man’s shaft making him roars as cum boils in his orange sized balls.

He pulls out and throws the young man onto the bed. He flips him onto his back, lift his legs onto your shoulders and rams his cock in at full length. The husband moans as he feels full again, completely satisfied. “Look at your sissy clit, only 3 inches long, it’s not even worthy of being called a cock. Now squeeze that boihole around Daddies dick again like a good sissy!” The husband does exactly as he says, intoxicated by the unparralled pleasure coursing through his body.

“You like being fucked like this bitch! Like a girl? You are a girl! Daddies sissygurl!” He starts to pound faster as his orgasm rises. “Oh you slut, you bedava porno ready to take Daddies load in your cunt”

The husband wraps his leg tightly around his lover as he rams his cock one last time deep into his pussy. ‘TAKE MY CUM YOU SISSY BIIIITTTTCCCHHHH!!!!! He feels the bull’s cock swell stretching his hole to its maximum and then feels the torrent of spunk spurt out of his cock, filling his bowels with white hot molten spunk. He screams out in delight as cum spills past his overflowing cunt, trickling down his crack. His babydick starts to jerk as he drycums; his tiny little balls having no more spunk to give. The old bull collapse’s on heavily on top of him as his sphincter continues to spasm and quiver.

The wife, who had been furiously fingering herself throughout the entire ordeal, grabs a bowl from the side and slides it under her husband’s hole. After emptying his enormous balls, the old bull slowly pulls out his engorged cock. When the cock head finally pops out, a torrent of cum gushes out into the bowl and the husband moans as he empties his bowels of his master’s potent seed. The bowl collects the precious milk as it escapes the husbands gaping hole.

When it finally stops the wife orders her husband to finger himself clean before putting the bowl on the floor for him to lap at like a dog. “That’s it sissy! Eat up daddies’ spunk you cunt! Can you taste how potent it is? I am definitely carrying his child now you impotent wimp” She sneers.

The old man grabs his wife, kissing her passionately before standing over the husband. “Your mine now sissy! Daddy owns you. I’m going to move into your house and sleep in the martial bed. You will have your own pink girly room, which you will live in as Daddy’s personal sissycuck. As soon as my baby is born, it’ll be up to you to look after it while Daddy works at impregnating your beautiful wife again. We will start an entire family while you do all the chores and service my every desire as my sex slave. We’ll start you on hormone therapy right away to grow you a nice pair of titties and to make that tiny cock smaller, if that is even possible. You like the sound of that sissy?”

The husband looks up at the dominant couple before suckling on his master’s cockhead and saying, ” Yes master, that sounds perfect.”

The End.

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Riding the train home from a Manhattan business appointment one evening, I found a copy of The Village Voice that someone left behind. I skimmed through it and came eventually to the classified ads. I like reading Personals. There were the usual ads such as I’d seen in my local paper. You know, men seeking women, women seeking men, singles in search of relationships and marriage. But the Voice Personals included sections for men seeking men, women seeking women, couples, and fetishes. They were pretty explicit.

I’ve always been a bit of a voyeur. I had to assume these were real people. But, the ads were quite arousing, and under my dress, I felt my pants dampen.

When I was in college, I did a lot of sexual experimenting. I had sexual encounters with other girls, my roommate among them, and I totally enjoyed the freedom I felt with girls. I didn’t consider myself lesbian. I actively dated and had relations with guys. It was a sort of in thing to do at the time and fear of pregnancy or abuse was never an issue.

I was fascinated by the personals placed by experienced or curious bi women, many married. I had always felt that bi sex was safe sex, but I relegated it to fantasy after my marriage. As I read some of the ads, however, I realized that that it might be possible to experience that pleasure and intimacy again.

One particular ad was most interesting, it read:

“Bi Female, married, attractive, slim, sensuous. 32 y/o. Have been too long without. Seeks similarly inclined female friend, preferably attractive, intelligent, and married, for special friendship and intimacy. You be discreet, be experienced, be curious, but don’t be afraid to answer. Live in Westchester County. Available most weekdays. e-mail [email protected].”

I wondered about the woman who placed the ad. She was just a few years younger than me, not far away, and clearly available. Could I ever get up the nerve to answer her ad and meet her? What would it be like to sit with another attractive woman, perhaps for lunch or coffee, and know that there was mutual interest?

The train wasn’t crowded. There was no one in the rows near me. I put the paper in my lap and closed my eyes. My long coat wrapped around me. I discreetly placed my right hand under its flap.

It was warm under my coat. I gently caressed myself through my dress, pressing the fabric against the vee of my legs. I had to keep my face straight, and my movement to a minimum, but I pulled at the dress, gathering the material up until I could reach the crotch of my pantyhose. Through half open eyes, I confirmed that I was still alone, and the activity of my hand barely visible under the coat.

My thoughts focused on the woman who placed the ad. I imagined how I would respond, and what might ensue if I did! It would be best to meet her in a public place, like a busy restaurant, I thought, maybe in Manhattan.

Whenever I found myself fantasizing about another woman, I got hung up on the issue of breaking the ice, opening up, making a pass. I could never make a pass at another woman! But I knew that meeting “Sara768” would be different. It would just be the matter of seeing if chemistry develops.

I resolved to do it and already I could imagine the chemistry! I longed to be in a woman’s arms, and I was going to give myself a chance to see what would happen. I could anticipate our first meeting. I got wetter.

I pressed my fingers hard between my legs. I found my clit through the wet cotton panel of my hose and satin panties, and I put two fingers on it. The sensitive tip rolled between my fingers, my thighs clenched together rhythmically. I was masturbating on the train! I couldn’t stop. Past the point where I could stop, I rushed to my orgasm, and craved its release. When it finally came, I slumped in the seat, and rocked my hips gently. A few minutes later, the conductor walked past me on his way down the aisle and called my stop. I was relieved that it wasn’t sooner.

I knew that was nasty. Not that I don’t masturbate, I have no problem with solo sex. Hubby knows and is never jealous of my fingers. In fact, I think it turns him on. One time I related to him how a girl in the office told me she was having an affair with this married guy who worked in another department, and how they made it in his office the previous evening after everyone left. Later that afternoon, I had to get some files from him and I couldn’t help but imagine her kneeling between his legs, with his cock in her mouth, then sitting on his lap with her skirt raised and panties pulled aside

Being with him in the office after her confession was such a voyeuristic pleasure that I had my first workplace sex later that afternoon. I went to the ladies room and did something I hadn’t done in ages, fingered myself on the toilet. In bed that night, I told my husband the whole story and it made him incredibly horny.

When I got home I found a note from my husband. He was helping a friend move some stuff into storage and would be türkçe porno home around seven. I booted up my laptop and opened a blank e-mail. I discarded the newspaper when I left the train. But I cut out the ad. I thought for a few minutes and composed a message:

“Hi Sara786,

I saw your ad in the Village Voice. We both live in Westchester County. I’m 36 years old, married, 5’5″, red hair and green eyes, 34C-24-34.

I have been with girls, but not recently. I have not told anyone or acted on the desire since I’ve been married.

I read your ad in a paper that I found on a train and I am writing, impulsively, not knowing where my words will lead. I work in sales, and can be free during the day. Maybe we could just meet for lunch.

Carol”

I looked at the message a long time, hesitating, and then clicked send. The deed was done, a circuit completed, events set in motion. The thrill was sexual, and I wanted sex. Shortly, my husband returned.

Greg and I enjoy a good times in bed together. I love feeling him penetrate and connect with me. He has a tall, slim, athletic body. We have a good life. We both want a child, but somehow acting on that has been deferred by working toward financial security.

I thought about sara786, and wondered about her life. I always thought I would never cheat on my husband. Men flirted with me, and it felt good sometimes, but I would never go further. But would I with sara786? I wanted a woman friend. Someone not part of my “normal” life, who doesn’t know me or my friends. I wanted to be intimate with her, and I wanted it to be physical.

I hadn’t changed my clothes since I got home, so I was still in my business clothes. My husband complimented me on the dress; it was one I knew he liked. He was in a sweatshirt and jeans, and I wanted him to fuck me. I decided to seduce him.

I made up a story I knew he’d like. I told him that I saw a young couple kissing on the train a few seats away from me. I described how he had his arm around her, and they were being very lovey-dovey, and talking quietly, and kissing intermittently. I told him that it turned me on a lot, and I was certain they were aware of my presence, but didn’t care.

I was getting a reaction. He took me in his arms and said, “Oh really”

I said, “It turned me on, Greg, I got wet.”

“You got wet! And what did you do?”

Then I told him the part that was real. I told him how I fingered myself through my clothes, and he soon had my dress up and his hand between my legs. It felt so good. I grabbed the bulge in the front of his jeans and said, “The sofa, come here, I want you to lie down”.

He sat, with his legs straight out. Straddling his body, I lifted my dress and let my stockings caress his jeans. My juices once more flowed. I rubbed my freshly wet pantyhose over his bulge, leaving a spot on his jeans. He begged, as I knew he would, “Carol, please, honey, I need to be inside you.”

I wanted that too. I love feeling him inside me. I opened his zipper and his hard cock sprang free. My hands slid up and down, lubricating him with his own juices, feeling the blood course through the erect member. I didn’t want to undress. So I used a sharp fingernail to pierce the crotch of my pantyhose, pulled the sopping panties aside, and eased his tip between my swollen lips, feeding it in slowly, until I was sitting flush against him. Totally filled, I mashed my clit on his pubic bone.

He pulled me to him and reached around to release the hook on the back of my dress, then slid the zipper down. The bodice of the dress slipped from my shoulders, baring my lacy bra. He watched me caress my breasts. His cock swelled and throbbed.

My breasts are incredibly sensitive when I’m aroused, and there is a neural connection between my nipples and my clit. My husband is no stranger to the phenomenon. He rolled and squeezed my erect nipples between his fingertips, and it was like lighting a fuse.

I held his shoulder with my left hand and flicked two fingers of my right over across my clit. I bounced up and down on his cock, and we approached our climax together. He arched his back, matching my rhythm, the juices running from me and darkening his jeans. “Fuck me, Greg, fill me with your cum, I need it baby!”

He cried out, “Oooooooooo!” convulsed, and suddenly hot liquid flooded my pussy. It flooded the deepest parts of me. I coated my fingers with our combined juices and worked on my clit in earnest. “Fuck yourself, Carol, oh yeah, I love to see those fingers in your wet cunt!”

Dirty talk, nasty talk, masturbating for him, the way I got most of my satisfaction. In moments, I peaked. My body was wracked with shivering lust. I took my wet fingers and rubbed the tangy juices over my face and lips, then collapsed onto his body and kissed him, tasting my juices all over his face, as I might from a woman that ate me!

Later that night, I went to sleep thinking about the woman who would receive sikiş izle my e-mail. Surprisingly, two days passed by before I received a reply.

In her message, she apologized for the delay and explained that she was really busy and hadn’t checked her Yahoo account. She said that her real name was Lynn and she described herself as 5’9″, 140 pounds, black hair, 35C-25-35. Lynn did not work, she had two young children. They were in school and she often had free time in the mornings or afternoons. Her husband recently moved his office to Westchester from Virginia, where they had lived for many years. Lynn explained that she went to night school before they moved here, working on her Masters in child psychology. It was a degree she never had to use because her husband’s business was acquired, and they became richer than she dreamed. Her husband’s career left him too distracted and busy to pay the kind of attention to her she needed, and it frustrated her. Her child development professor, however, took a great deal of interest in her. It was common knowledge the professor was a lesbian, and Lynn secretly wondered if the interest was more than academic.

The professor introduced her to the world of girl-girl love, a story I hoped to hear more of in person. The affair was secret, her husband was unaware. After relocating, she found herself once again frustrated. Because it had been so satisfying, and comfortable, and easy to be discreet, she determined to find a woman for intimacy, and explored the options. She read the Voice for weeks before she gathered the nerve to place an ad.

The message was a pretty thorough introduction. She added that she received few replies to her ad, among them men who wanted to meet her. I was, it seemed, her prime prospect, and she proposed to follow my suggestion that we meet for lunch. In a second exchange of messages, the details of our tête-à-tête were confirmed. Lunch on Thursday, the restaurant in the lobby of the Parker-Meridien Hotel in Manhattan.

I arranged to have an appointment in Manhattan Thursday morning and took the train in. I wore a straight, red skirt that came just below my knees, slit on the same side as the zipper, and a white blouse. Underneath I wore a matching white set of bra and bikini pants, and sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. It was as daring as I could be for work without provoking questions.

Lynn told me she would be conspicuously holding a copy of the Village Voice. That was an appropriate clue to recognizing her. She wore a pair of fashionable jeans, a blue cashmere sweater, tweed blazer, and suede loafers. Her soft black hair dropped below her shoulders. She looked like the perfect suburban Westchester housewife meeting a friend in the city, and she looked beautiful!

She lowered the newspaper as I approached. I introduced myself, and extended my hand. She took it in hers, and I felt a tingle in my fingers from the contact. In a few minutes we were seated at a small, round table, and I suggested that we share a platter of fruit and cheese, with a bottle of chardonnay. I was positively in heaven; there was no other way to describe it.

The table was covered with a long, white cloth, and there was a vase of lilacs in the center, headily romantic. Lynn told me about her two children, in a private elementary school, her marriage, and her affair with the older professor. It was a risk, she knew, but she felt that without taking it, her marriage might be in jeopardy in other ways.

I told her about my career, and how my husband I deferred children. As the wine flowed, we shared intimate secrets. I spoke about my experimentation with girls in college. We each understood the others’ desires. I knew she could satisfy mine. I hoped she felt the same way.

Strange yet how natural, it felt good to be flirting with another attractive woman. We touched each other innocently as we chatted, yet the contact conveyed more meaning than a casual observer would suspect. I escalated the connection by putting my left hand under the tablecloth, and caressing her knee. She smiled. I became bolder, sliding my fingers over the soft denim and into the warm space between her legs. I felt it welcomed. Her eyes told me more than her voice.

Lynn asked for the check and insisted on paying. She was obviously well heeled, I didn’t object. That done, she said she needed to use the ladies room, and invited me to join her.

There was no one else in there. The wine has a way of going through me, so we both did our business privately. There was an intimacy to the act, sitting near Lynn in adjacent cubicles that I’d never felt before.

Afterwards, we washed and fixed our makeup and clothes in the mirror. I felt that everything was in the open between us, but nothing was resolved. Lynn turned to me and took both my hands in hers and said, “Carol, this is so wonderful, I’m thankful you answered my ad. You are everything I hoped to find. May I kiss you? I’ve never done this and I’m very nervous porno 64 and I will be until we have done something together!”

I answered by placing her hands on my hips and drawing me to her. “Yes, Lynn, kiss me.” Before I could say more, she put her arms around me and moved her face toward mine. The scent of her hair and perfume filled my nostrils. She kissed me full on the lips. Gently at first, then more urgently. Our tongues searched in each other’s mouths, her hands caressed my shoulders, my neck, and then the tender flesh of my breasts, through my blouse. She ran her hands over my hips and around to my ass, pressing the fabric of my skirt into the space between my cheeks, and further below. She pressed me between her body and the vanity counter.

It was 2:00, and we were going at it like horny dykes. She broke the kiss. “Are you free for the afternoon?”

I said, “Yes.”

She made a quick call on her cell phone and arranged for her kids to go to a friend’s house after school. A friend whose mother would watch them while Lynn shopped in the city. Her husband wouldn’t be home until later.

Lynn told me to wait. She said she would get a room. I was flabbergasted, but so excited. I did not expect to be going to bed with her so soon, but she was insistent. I was flattered by her urgency.

She left me in a corner of the lobby while she took a room, explaining to the clerk that her bag would be arriving later. I waited until she turned a corner near the elevators and beckoned me to follow.

Once inside the room, we came together again in a hot embrace. In private now, hands explored bodies, reveling in the thrill of a new lover. Our lips slid sensuously over one another, lipstick smudged, tongues dueled, and we embraced in such a way that our breasts and hips were in constant contact. I felt Lynn’s need increase at the same pace as my own. “Whoa girl,” she said, “We don’t have to do this standing up!”

We both laughed. The king-sized bed looked very inviting. We each took a side and turned down the covers.

I kicked off my heels and reclined on the bed. Lynn stepped out of her loafers and removed her jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair. We both caught our breath. She sat on the edge of the bed, and then stretched next to me, exploring the new territory of my body with her eyes and hands. Through my blouse, she fondled my breasts. My nipples became hard; she rolled them in her fingers. Her hands trailed lightly down to my skirt, and teased my thighs with gentle touches. I watched her bring her hands over the juncture of my thighs, and touch my pussy through the fabric of the skirt. I arched and writhed under her skillful manipulation, repeating her name softly, “Lynn… Lynn… Lynn.” I lifted my hips and helped her hike my skirt. Then her hands were under my slip feeling for the top of my pantyhose. She carefully pulled them down and off my legs.

She rubbed my soaked panties and searched out the swollen lips behind them. Fresh juices flowed, running down my ass, and she remarked, “We’d best get this skirt off before it stains!” The zipper was right there on the side facing her. She released the hook and dropped the zipper, pulling my skirt and slip off my legs. My panties followed, then she unbuttoned the blouse and unclasped the bra. Bare before a woman, something I had doubted would happen again!

First two fingers, then three, entered my throbbing cunt and fucked gently in and out. She did not resist when I pulled her to me. I pushed up her sweater and freed her breasts by releasing her bra. Dark aureoles surrounded her hard nipples. I sucked first one, then the other, into my mouth, discovering her hot buttons. She arched her back, forcing her breasts further into my mouth, and I sucked and bit on her nipples. She begged for more.

She gazed at me, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths. I moved my fingers over her jeans, and I was thrilled to find her wet right through the soft denim. I slid down on the bed to put my nose between her legs and savor the aroma.

It was intoxicating. I unzipped Lynn’s jeans and pulled them down her long legs, taking her knee-highs with them. I pulled the sweater over her head, and tossed the bra aside, leaving her in a pair of black bikini pants.

We lay together in bed, face-to-face, as close as we could get. We kissed again, and I pulled the crotch of Lynn’s bikinis to one side to allow access to my probing fingers. Lynn parted her legs for me. I rubbed the fingers of my right hand into the swamp of her pussy, lubricating her from clit to ass with her own sweet juices. My left hand was around her neck, holding her face against mine. She said, “Fuck me Carol, your fingers feel soooo good!” I fucked with my fingers, and threw my right leg over her left thigh, to fuck her with my pussy as well. The kiss prevented words and we climbed the mountain of arousal together. My hand masturbated her continuously and she pressed her thigh against my humping cunt! The urgency to our lovemaking came from being so long without a woman’s touch.

She came first. I needed to feel my power to satisfy her. Then I concentrated on the sensation between my legs and got on top of her, continuing to kiss and rub myself off against her until I came.

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She stood, stock-still. Waiting. He had circled and was now pacing behind her, swishing his heaviest cane through the air, the sound it made both terrifying and erotic. She felt the tip of it stroke the curve of her right buttock, then the left. He slipped it between her legs, pressing upwards and against her slick cleft. She stumbled slightly, attempting to keep her balance in the stiletto heels of the ballet boots in which her legs and feet were excruciatingly trapped. He let out a low, sadistic chuckle.

“Can’t have you falling on your face just yet,” he said. She didn’t dare turn around, but heard his boot-clocks walking away from her and towards a cabinet in the room. She knew from prior experience that he kept the Training Room’s “hardware” there. When he returned, he was holding a two-foot spreader bar and a pair of clamps. He snapped the clamps onto either end, and then knelt down before her to attach the bar to the cuffs around her boots.

She barely had time to recognize the mistake she’d made in looking down at her Master in this position. She bit back a painful scream as he reached up and jammed his fist against her crotch, forcing his huge, ham-like fist partially into her slick cunt. He continued to press against her mound with his closed hand, seething with anger at her impertinence for daring to look down at him. He slowly withdrew his fist from her bruised and tender aperture as he stood, and he drew to his full height, the luchadore mask he wore angled slightly down as he glared at her, mask-to-face.

“Never. EVER. Look down at me. You serve ME. If I have to punish you for looking down at me again…” Again, he left the threat unspoken, the rage demonstrated in his breathing. He took the chain linking her hands and yanked it upwards, lifting the manacles above her head and quickly clipped it to a steel ring suspended from a ceiling beam. Then he drew a flat palm back, and she squeezed her eyes closed as she felt the blow land across her left breast. He then slapped her other breast, backhand, the sound of flesh smacking the vinyl of her halter cutting through the air. She howled with pain as he repeated the process, hard smack on the left tit, backhand on the right. Then he cupped her chin and pulled her face directly against his, almost close enough for a lovers’ kiss.

“You fucking whore,” he whispered. “You love having your tits spanked.” She nodded, eyes wide, cheeks tear-streaked.

“Say it.”

“I love it…” Barely audible.

He reached out, yanked the underside of the vinyl halter up and over her breasts, exposing them. He grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing it mercilessly.

“You love WHAT, CUNT?”

She spoke more firmly this time, calmer, despite the mauling her breast was receiving. “I love it when you abuse my tits, Sir.”

Mollified, he nodded and released her chin. He walked around behind her, and she again heard the swishing of the cane. She had already known that she was going to have a very rough session today, and this was going to be the climax, the main event. If she were lucky, she’d have an orgasm while he was caning her. If not, she’d have to wait until she could obtain permission. She felt him roll the vinyl skirt all the way up her ass to her waist, and she was now completely exposed in every way. The cane whickered violently through the air twice more, and both times she bit down, preparing to scream with pain, but no blow came. The third time, however, was not a practice blow — it landed heavy on her backside, hard enough to jar her forward. She rocked forward on the rounded toes of the ballet boots, the chain suspending her hands above her pulling taut, cuffs biting into her wrists. She groaned loudly, from equal parts rapture and torture. Again he whacked her ass with the cane. Again. Again. The welts rising on her body would be excruciating later on, but for now they were a welcome sensation, the knowledge that her tender ass was being wrecked by his ministrations with the cane a pleasurable diversion. Another blow. Another, this time across her thighs. She stood as straight as she could, feeling each crack against her skin a new, brilliant sort of pain, electrifying her senses and charging through her nervous system with every strike. And her Master was relentless — he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of upper body strength to have caned her so ruthlessly for what had seemed like hours.

Finally, she heard the cane rattle to the floor behind her. His ragged breathing matched her own perfectly. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, the ultra-sensitive skin of her bottom and thighs welted and raised, tiny droplets of blood along the cane-stripes. Her inner thighs slick with her juices, a small puddle of it on the floor directly between hd porno her spread feet — she must have climaxed without even realizing it. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to his bare chest. Large hands cupped her breasts, trapping the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She sighed, content that the worst was over, and that she had done well in his eyes. The thought of crying out their agreed-upon safe word had never even crossed her mind.

He unclipped the chain lashing her bracelets together, freeing her hands (and WOW are my shoulders sore now! she thought mildly). Still behind her, he again knelt down to remove the spreader bar from between her feet. This time, though, she kept her eyes straight ahead — she was a good slave and had learned her lesson well. When she felt his hands on her hips, turning them, she obliged to face him and the chest he now leaned against. He stepped away from her, and she bent over at the waist, placing her hands on the hard, carved surface of the chest’s lid. She heard the buzz of his zipper slide down, and then a brief rustle as his pants dropped to the floor around his ankles. While her “punishment” was technically over, she would still have to endure some pain — between the welts on her ass, the bruising she’d taken from his fist earlier, and the simple fact that the Big Boss was very well-endowed. She carefully stepped her feet apart again, spreading them as she leaned forward, and felt the plum-sized head of his organ between the cheeks of her ass.

He stroked up and down her backside, rubbing his hard cock against the red-striped welts the cane had delivered earlier. He then took himself in hand and they groaned in tandem as he guided his member inside her, her slick labia offering no resistance. He began to slowly saw in and out, rocking his hips, she rocking hers in time to meet him. The pain of his hips smacking against her sweat-covered, bruised cheeks made her yelp and sob, and she clenched down around his cock, milking him for punishing her so roughly. Deeper he went, thrusting more vigorously now, until she could feel his heavy balls swinging and slapping against her throbbing clit, bouncing against her body as he lost all abandon and began to fuck her mercilessly.

Just as she felt another orgasm beginning to build from the pain and pleasure she was experiencing, she felt him quickly withdraw from her mound. He hissed at her, “Turn around, turn around NOW!” She complied, maneuvering as best as she could in the rounded-toe boots, and she knelt before him, the patent leather unyielding and painful, biting against the backs of her knees and ankles. She assumed the position of the perfect submissive — on her knees, mouth wide, eyes open and adoring as she watched the fat purple head of his erection disappearing and reappearing from his fist directly in front of her face. Enraptured as his hips and thighs began to tremble, then convulse. As the first spurt of his orgasm left the tip of his cock, she closed her eyes and felt warmth splatter onto her face, coating her cheek and rolling down. Another jet blasted along the side of her nose, a third painting her forehead and dripping into her eyes. Several more, smaller spurts coated more of her face, landing in her hair, and dripping down her chest and onto her exposed breasts. She reached up to wipe her forehead to keep his cum from dribbling into her eyes and he smacked her hands away viciously — he would not allow it.

At last his hips stopped jerking, the torrent of sperm finally drained dry. One of her eyes seemed to be glued shut, but she looked up at him with blurred vision and smiled, sticking out her tongue and licking what she could reach, allowing his seed to pool in her mouth and on her tongue. Holding his gaze, she swallowed with a grimace, then opened her mouth wide, showing him she had done so. His hands stroked her hair and face.

“Such a good little slut. You did good today.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied, then dared to joke with him a bit. “Good thing my next commercial shoot isn’t one where I have to sit down…” She paused, half-smiling, hoping he would appreciate her wit. Her heart leapt when he chuckled at her, acknowledging the mild joke. “There’s some ointment in the bathroom right through that door. Do you need help getting it on?”

“No Sir, I can manage.” She swallowed hard at this point, knowing she was going to have to ask for permission for something she’d been doing at will since she’d been a teenager. “But may I…?”

He cut her off. “Once. And only once. It must be here in the office building. You can do it now, in my presence. You can do it in the bathroom. You can do it at your cubicle if you so choose. But not at home — I must be able brazzers porno to watch you when you do.”

She nodded. “Yes Sir. Help me up?”

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to a standing position, and she tottered towards the bathroom’s door. She went inside, and blinked in the harsh fluorescent light as compared to the relative darkness of the Training Room. She looked at herself in the mirror — her lipstick smeared, one eye still pasted shut with sperm, mascara running down her cheeks like black tear-trails, her left breast already developing a rather nasty yellow-purple bruise from the beating she had taken there. She couldn’t see her ass in the mirror, but as she ran her fingertips up and down her cheeks, she could feel the enormous welts he had left her. And she really wasn’t kidding that much about the commercial shoot — she’d be lucky to sit down ANYWHERE for a few days.

She sat down on the toilet, gingerly, and relieved herself again. Her sex was bruised, pulpy, and sore, but in a heavenly sort of way. She cleaned herself (carefully), stood up, and delicately applied the healing ointment to her very sore and rippled ass. After trying unsuccessfully to pull the latex garments back into place by herself, she left the bathroom to ask Sir for help. Instead, she found the room now well lit, the chest covered over with a simple black cloth and pushed back into a corner, and no evidence of the ring that had suspended her hands above her. Also no evidence of Sir.

Instead, a young woman waited for her to exit the bathroom. The same one who led her here originally. And she was VERY young– maybe barely out of her teens. Blonde. Pale. Shorter than herself but with a nervous, wiry energy. Clad in a vinyl jumpsuit with zippers over the twin mounds of her small breasts and crotch. She held her thin whip-cane in one hand, and a black suit bag in the other. “Thought you might could use these, sugar!” Definitely the girl from before — the twang of the last word sounded more like “sugah”. The bag landed squarely at her feet, and she bent down to pick it up, muttering her thanks. Then the sound of a metallic snick cut her voice off, and her eyes widened to see a very dangerous-looking switchblade open right in front of her face.

“For the skirt and halter — those aren’t coming off unless I cut them off. Am I right?”

“Ummmm, yeah. Probably so.” She felt the tip of the knife slide up between her breasts, through her cleavage, turning and biting into the vinyl rolled up above her breasts. With a quick, practiced motion, the blonde mistress-in-training sliced through the vinyl, and it dropped to the floor in a soft fwap. She repeated the knife’s action along the prisoner’s left hip, cutting the garment away. She examined the prisoner’s ass, fingering the welts and bruises, appraising them. “Damn, he’s good” she mused to herself. Almost as an afterthought, she turned around. “Do you need help with anything else?” A lascivious grin followed this statement, obviously referring to the prisoner’s own need for sexual release.

While the idea of playing with another woman wasn’t completely foreign to the prisoner, it had never been anything other than an idea — an occasional fantasy to pass the time. She’d never seriously considered it before, though. As she was mulling it over, the blonde approached her, the catsuit creaking as she did so. The blonde reached down and unzipped the crotch-zipper of what she was wearing, exposing a rather small, furry blonde muff. She dipped two fingers between her legs, stroked them up and down her pink labia, and lifted them to her lips. Then, sucking them clean, she asked the other “Would you like a taste of mine? Or your own?” The prisoner declined, shaking her head. She mostly just wanted to get dressed and get the hell out of these boots.

“Damn. I wanted to watch that pretty pitch-girl’s face working between my thighs today. Maybe some other time. Go get dressed so I can get you out of here. Hurry up.”

She deftly untied the boots, unlacing them several on one boot, then several on the other, slowly bending down until she was able to carefully step out of them. She gasped with pain as her ankles bent for the first time in several hours, and her toes were crushed and blistered. She yanked off the now-disjoined cuffs, tossing them aside with the boots. She unzipped the suit bag, breathing a sigh of relief to see her name tag, her headband, and all the other accoutrements that allowed her to return to herself. She quickly donned her panties and bra, carefully avoiding the bruised and broken spots (WOW that tit is gonna bruise, she thought), slipping on her polo shirt, her white jeans, and then her shoes. She left the socks off, knowing she’d have to seks filmi sit to put them on and knowing that wasn’t going to happen.

As she dressed, the blonde girl carefully undid the fastenings of her catsuit, letting it fall to the floor, exposing herself completely as she did so. She really was gorgeous, and maybe some other time, when she wasn’t in so much pain, the prisoner might consider it. “My name is Stephanie, by the way. Sorry, meant to tell you that earlier.” Stephanie reached for an identical suitbag at her own feet, and pulled out a floral sundress and flat sandals, as well as a company ID badge with her picture. She dressed quickly, pinning the badge to the strap of her sundress just as the prisoner had re-established herself, tying the apron in place and again adjusting her nametag, straightening it.

Stephanie tossed the blindfold to the brunette, indicating that she put it back on. She walked her, guiding her by the elbow, through several corridors and corners. When they stopped, she heard the “ping” of an arriving elevator, the doors sliding open. Stephanie led her into the elevator cab and up they rode. Only once did either of them speak.

“He used to tear my ass up like that too.” The blonde girl smiled wistfully at this memory.

When the elevator ground to a halt, and the doors pinged open, Stephanie lifted the blindfold up and off the other’s head. They were back on the sixth floor. The blonde dominatrix (who really just looked more like a college-age intern working in the building) pointed down the hall, and gave her instructions. “The regular bank of elevators, the ones you ride every day, are down that hall. You won’t be able to get back to six without authorization. Go back to your cubicle. He’ll call you again in two weeks. And he said he hopes your ass gets to feeling better — he has some rather “invasive” plans for it next time. Sorry sugar, his words, not mine.” This last was directed at a wince and grimace from the brunette, her hands involuntarily going to her sore bottom and carefully rubbing it.

“OK, thanks. And I’ll keep that offer of yours in mind for some other time, deal?” Stephanie smiled, almost demurely, and extended her hand. The brunette started to stammer out, “By the way, you can call me F…”

“Honey, everyone knows your name. Besides, tricked-out nametag? Remember?” Stephanie laughed and walked back to the service elevator they had arrived on, pushed a button, and disappeared with a wink as the doors shut and sped off to another floor. The brunette walked back to the bank of elevators, passing Suite 602 on her way. She glanced at it, but kept walking. She reached the elevator lobby, and chose “down”. She just wanted to get home, get in a bubble bath, and get herself in trouble by disobeying him and breaking his policy on masturbation. She tugged at her apron strings and adjusted her headband a bit forward as the elevator doors slipped open soundlessly. She got on, pressed “P” for the parking deck below the building, and hoped no one else would ride down with her.

Fortunately, no one did. She’d been through quite enough for one day, and wanted to unwind in peace. The doors slid open and she headed towards her car, breathing the cool late night air, welcoming the change of scenery. As she reached for her car keys, she saw a black convertible streak past her in the deserted parking deck, a tousle of blonde hair and the hint of a floral sundress in the driver’s seat. She thought to raise her arm in a wave, but the convertible whipped around the corner, tires shrieking as it sped out and away into the night. She got into her own car, trying to find the most comfortable way to sit on her bruised bottom, and started it, heading for home.

The following morning, she arrived to work as usual. She stopped by the same restroom as she always did, double-checking her hair, her makeup, applying one more coat of the bright red lipstick that was part of her trademark. Greeting her co-workers, stopping to chitchat at the coffee clutch, doing everything she usually did. And she thought she was doing an incredible job of not letting on that her mangled feet and bitterly sore derriere were foremost on her mind as she talked to and high-fived each person.

She reached her cube to find a plain white envelope on her desk, only her name printed on it. When she opened it and let the contents drift to the desk’s surface, she found and counted a total of seventeen rose petals. For the seventeen times she had served him. All but one of these were the purest white. The last, blood red. This was the first time he actually made me bleed, she thought as she held the petal to her lips, inhaling its fragrance. She smiled to herself, gingerly sat down, and logged in. She put on her million-watt smile, her headset perfectly in place, and sighed contentedly. She couldn’t wait until a week from Thursday. The first beep of the day sounded in her ear, and she swiveled around in her chair, ready to get started. “Hi, thanks for calling Progressive! This is…”

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We were married less than four months after we met and during that time, we had a whirlwind romance. I never dreamed of marrying anyone as beautiful as April or as sexy. Certainly no has ever called me movie star handsome and even I know I’m not close to what is known as manly, but April said I was cute and cuddly and just what she wanted in a husband.

We rented half of a duplex from an agent who informed us that our landlord lived in the other half. He was out of town when we looked at the place and the agent told us he was a bachelor who was away most of the time. As we would be sharing both a driveway and a backyard with someone who was seldom home we thought this place was perfect and rented it on the spot. We moved in as soon as our honeymoon was over and on Monday, I went to work for the first time with someone waiting for me to come home to.

I couldn’t wait to get home to be with my bride and to start the rest of our lives. When I pulled into our driveway there was a monster truck parked there taking up way more than half of the room. This was one of those pickups with the huge tires making the truck stand about two feet off the ground. I wondered to myself how a lady would ever be able to climb into such a vehicle and maintain her modesty. I was barely able to squeeze my Prius in next to it and then had little room to get out of my car. When I opened my door, I bumped it into a chrome step on the side of the truck.

“Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing hitting my baby?”

I walked around to the driver’s side noticing a Simper Fi bumper sticker I shuddered as marines always scared me. They were always big and arrogant and seemed to be ready to fight. On the other side of the truck, a man was down on one knee polishing a chrome rim.

“Hi you must be Mr. Mann, our landlord; I’m Charles Simms your new tenant…”

“You won’t be my tenant very long if you keep slamming your god damn door into my truck.”

“But you, you parked so far over the middle you left me no room.”

He looked at me and then stood, and it was then that I saw how big he was, way over six foot with big shoulders and muscled arms protruding through a sleeveless sweatshirt. He was not a young man, he had to be at least in his forties, but he sure was in excellent shape. He stood close, towering over my slight five foot nine frame,

“So now you’re saying it’s my fault you banged your door into my baby.”

There it was again, he called his truck baby, a strange name for such a behemoth of a vehicle.

“No, I didn’t mean to imply…”

“And just look at that little toy you’re driving, do you have to pedal that thing? You don’t need any more space.”

“Ye, yes, of course you are right I will be more careful in the future.”

I walked to my door trembling with fear, of course, I was in the right, but what if our confrontation escalated into a fight, he would break me in half. As soon as I walked in my door, April was waiting for me,

“Ooh, our landlord is such a brute; he had the nerve to comment on my rear end today. Charles I want you to talk to him right now, the nerve of him.”

“Now sweetie, he is our landlord, I’m sure once he finds how good and innocent you are he will leave you alone.”

“There he is now coming into our back yard and without his shirt on; oh my he sure has a lot of muscles. Do you see all those bulges Charles he sure is all man.”

“Dear, how can you talk like that…”

“Now honeybunch don’t get all jealous, you’re my little man and I love you.” türkçe alt yazılı porno

I was not sure I liked the way this conversation was going, so I asked her what she would like for dinner and then went to the kitchen to prepare our meal. When I came out to serve, I was still in the apron I wear so as not to dirty my clothes, and there was April still starring out the window at our landlord. I asked her what he was doing and I could have sworn she said, ‘Making my panties wet,’ but I wasn’t sure. When I mentioned that dinner was ready, she looked at me, and then stood up practically dragging me to the bedroom.

“But dear what about dinner, it will get cold?”

“I don’t care I need you now.”

She didn’t even take the time to let me take off my apron and clothes, just pulling my trousers down off my hips. I’m sure it was an accident but when she pulled up my apron, she put it over my face. She sat astride me pinning my arms under her legs, then she merely pulled her dainty little panties to the side to give me entrance to her slit. As I am not real large, in the manhood department and with all the clothes between us I was unable to penetrate her very deep. Add that to my problem with premature ejaculation and I was finished leaving April frustrated and wanting more.

“Charles don’t tell me you’re done already, I didn’t even feel you inside me. I’ve got to have some relief, sweetie do you think you could kiss me down there, that always feels so good.”

“But honey I’ve already, well you know made a mess in you.”

“Sweetie, please, just some kisses on my little nub, you’re just so good at that, and I need you.”

How could I tell my bride no and so while she lay on the bed I got down between her legs. First, I pulled her panties off and right away, I noticed the gusset was full of my discharge. I carefully put my lips to that little place that gives her pleasure. As I began to lick, she became overly excited and when she grabbed my head and rubbed herself on me, I ended up covered in my own milky fluids.

April had now had her orgasm but she wanted more and she lay back relaxing as she held my head to her womb. By now, I had already cleaned out my deposit from her and I was enjoying a lot more than before. She had her thighs tight against my head and her hand in my hair to hold me in place, so I couldn’t be sure but I thought she was saying something. I think she said something like,

“I bet I could tell if he was inside me and I just know he wouldn’t finish early and leave me hanging.”

Whom was she talking about, the landlord? Wasn’t she just telling me what a brute he was? Maybe I didn’t hear her right and I turned my concentration back to the task on hand. Finally, after one more orgasm that shook her body and left her like a limp rag, she pushed my head away. I crawled up next to her to cuddle and kiss, as we always like to do après sex but she pushed me away saying my face was all messy and that I needed a shower. I took a shower like she suggested but when I came back to the bedroom she wasn’t there.

I found her back in the dining room starring out the back window and I just knew she was looking at Chet Mann again. I startled her when I walked up next to her she then turned around and asked me what we had to eat. I told her our dinner was ruined by now so she suggested we try the barbecue in the back yard.

“But isn’t he still out there,” I asked?

“Oh he will probability go in soon, let’s not worry about him.”

In doeda porno fact, he didn’t go in but hung around talking to us and starring at April’s long legs while I cooked. I tried not to listen but I did hear her say that I did all the cooking and that I was just the sweetest husband around. His answer to that was,

“Well I wondered what you saw in him.”

Next, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing,

“Why don’t you join us Chet I know we have plenty, why Charles eats just like a bird, we have more than enough.”

Just like that, Chet Mann was at our dinner table eating most of our meal and he didn’t even put on a shirt. April kept telling him he looked so strong and even asked him how much he could lift. After we ate, Chet and April went to the living room while I cleaned up the mess from dinner. When I finished I went to find them in such a rush I forgot to take off my apron. This got a big laugh from Chet and turned my face red and even my wife giggled at my embarrassment.

“The little lady tells me you two are newlyweds, so how’s everything going in the bedroom for you guys?”

I couldn’t believe the nerve to ask such a personal question and I almost had a good mind to tell him off but my bride beat me to it.

“Well actually my hubby is having some problems, he just gets so excited he can’t wait for me to finish.”

“April, you can’t talk that.”

“But Charles sweetie it’s true you know it is.”

“Well chucky maybe you need old Chet to teach you how to please your wife?”

“Listen Chet I already know how to make love.”

“You see there’s your problem, she don’t want you to make love, she wants you to fuck her.”

I couldn’t believe he could talk like this in from of my bride but when I looked over to her, she was nodding her head in agreement.

“You just lean back and watch the master work.”

He leaned over and kissed her hard as he held her close by her hair. When he broke their kiss I noticed my wife was panting, next he ripped open her blouse with such force he popped most of the buttons off it. He pulled her bra up exposing her pert breasts and began to pinch her nipples hard. I kept waiting for her to tell him to stop but all I heard say was yes, yes. I knew it was up to me to save her but what could I do against this brute of a man. Besides, I found I was becoming excited as I watched him tease and arouse on my wife.

He laid her back against the arm of the couch and pulled up her skirt, exposing her vulva still naked from when I had pulled off her panties.

“Oh you little slut, not wearing panties, I like that, you should never wear them it will give me easier access.”

He spread her legs harshly and then pulled them over her head instructing her to hold them there. She was spread wide open and even from where I sat, I could see inside her folds covered with her juices. He began to paw at her with his large fingers, easily bigger than my manhood. She began to writhe about almost uncontrollably and it was easy to see she was experiencing an orgasm. Chet looked at me,

“Come here sissy hold her legs back for her.”

Like a robot, I did as instructed and after holding Aprils legs back for her he told her to play with herself, as he got ready. I don’t even think she knew I was in the room as she spread her delicate flower open with one hand and used her other to vigorously rub her privates. She began to lubricate profoundly and then suddenly a vigorous stream almost as if she had urinated came out qiqitv.info of her. She screamed and went limp but then she began to manipulate herself again repeating the procedure. Our couch was soaked in her fluids and I stood there amazed at the woman I had married.

I looked to Chet who had disrobed and he stood there completely naked with his turgid manhood sticking out obscenely in front of him. He looked magnificent and I couldn’t wait to see him plunge inside April. He made her turn around to face the other end of the couch and then to get on her hands and knees. This put poor Aprils face right in the wet spot she had made but it didn’t seem to bother her. With her rear end hanging off the end of the couch, he walked up behind her and plunged himself deep inside her. The way April screamed I was sure he had ripped her apart but then I realized it was a scream of passion not pain. I watched as this man pummeled my bride with an assault that I was sure would ruin her for all time. She met each of his trusts with one of her own and she was so aroused she began to babble incoherently. I have no idea how long he brutalized my poor wife but finally while still buried deep inside her he shot his ilk. When he pulled out, I saw her raw and split open with his issue dripping out of her onto our couch. Chet walked to where her head was bowed and he grabbed her by the hair, picked up her head, and put his, his thing in her face for her to clean. She licked him clean with a devotion that scared me and when she was done, she kissed the tip with reverence. He then put on his pants and picked up his shoes, leaving without saying a word.

April sat on our ruined couch and she was aglow with the look of a satisfied woman. I knelt before her and I knew that I had just lost my wife forever, stolen right before my eyes. I am sure I had those sad puppy dog eyes that losers like me always get when they lose the girl to the he-man.

“Sweetie don’t look so sad you can’t help that you’re not the man Chet is, or that when he takes me I have to give myself to him. You’re still my hubby, my little man and I need you too. Like right now, I’m so messy down there, why don’t you clean me with that magic tongue of yours? Nobody can lick me as good as you can.”

She swung her leg over my head putting my face right in the middle of her slit. She was right I was a good licker and so what if I had to clean up Chet’s mess. I ran my tongue up her slit and came away with a mouthful of his pungent discharge.

“Umm, that’s a good little sweetheart, yes right there keep going.”

It was so thick and gelatinous I had to make myself not gag but as I kept going I slowly got use to the taste and I did my job with pride. When I told April how aroused, I was and that I wanted to make love to her she giggled and said no but she offered to let me masturbate. She suggested I ejaculate on her breasts as they were sore and maybe my sissy juice would sooth them. Did she say sissy juice I started to tell her it was not sissy juice but then I spurted on her bosoms. Any way the good thing is she allowed me to rub it in for her. We went to bed, we cuddled and kissed, and my face all messy with Chet’s issue did not seem to bother her in the least.

As Chet had a key to our place, he would come and go as he pleased and so she had me move to the guest bedroom so as not to disturb him. At first, this really humiliated me but as she said, she always called me in after he left so she could feel my tongue cover her sexy parts. April got use to having a man take her for his pleasure whenever he felt like; and I began to take on more of a sissy role as she called it. When she began to call me her girl friend I was so use to the idea I didn’t even mind I mean what can I say I always knew I wasn’t a real man and as soon as I accepted this fact my whole became a lot easier.

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Mr. Criens is too busy, so Maria organizes a small gangbang for Sally to keep her from going insane with lust

Warning: There is group sex in this Chapter.

Brief Summary to Date: Sally the submissive temp has a job as an executive secretary for William Criens, a legendary hedge fund CEO. He decides he wants her, and he transfers her husband Mark to Singapore to get him out of his way. Sally falls for Mr. Criens but is shocked when he orders her to become an industrial spy and to seduce Dr. Jack Taylor, the CEO of Genomeds, which has a new experimental drug Rivonine. Meanwhile, Sally’s lump on her breast is not breast cancer but the result of a horrible virus that attacks the brain, in particular the sexual control center of the brain. This explains why Sally feels driven to be an astonishing slut and crave every hard man she can find. The virus will progress to her autonomic nervous system and will kill her in six months. Her one hope is Rivonine, and the side effects of Rivonine include a significant increase in her need to have sex. Between the virus and Rivonine, Sally is at the edge of losing her sweet little sexy mind!

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It did not take long for Rivonine’s side effects to show their stuff. The very day after I started the drugs, the day after Dr. Jack Taylor and I got it on, and we had done the deed on the floor of the main room of my apartment to boot, I went back to work at the Criens Hedge Fund. I was intensely horny in a way I had never experienced nor could ever even have imagined.

Every man I saw I wanted to bed. It was ridiculous; I was out of control. I had practiced resisting temptation. I was determined to ride this out without once again becoming Sliggins, my slutty alter ego. It was a hard road to hoe. The virus was strong, but coupled with Rivonine I had become a walking sex machine on a hair trigger.

Mr. Criens greeted me when he got back from some meetings. “You were sick yesterday, Sally. You seem better today,” he said.

My panties were wet just looking at him. I felt like a vampire wanting to pounce on him and suck his blood. It was Wednesday. I had to make it to lunchtime. “Thank you, sir, I’m glad to hear that.” I knew my eyes were still a bit bloodshot. He was, however, looking at my body, not my eyes.

“Have you made any progress on our little special project?” he asked. Now he looked at my eyes.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ve begun an affair with Dr. Jack Taylor, as you wanted.”

“I was sorry to have ask you to do that. Have you learned anything yet?” Criens asked.

“You mean besides my critique of his sexual talents?” I asked. I can be nasty, let’s not forget.

“Yes, besides that. Anything about Rivonine?” he asked.

Should I tell him the whole story? For some reason I did not. Call it intuition.

“I learned a few things. It has not been approved yet, and it may never be approved, due to its side effects. It’s the only treatment for a rare but fatal virus that infests primarily women. That the virus is fatal is a powerful argument for FDA approval of Rivonine, despite the drug’s dangerous side effects,” I said. “The side effects, though, are just too powerful. They’re overwhelming.”

“Can you elaborate about these side effects?” Criens asked.

“Yes,” I replied. I fell silent.

Finally, Mr. Criens said, “Please enlighten me, Sally.”

I took a deep breath. I took two more.

“The virus is deadly. If you’re female and get it, it tends to lodge in your breast, and it kills you within six months. The drug works 80% of the time if the virus is caught early. It reveals itself as a small lump on the woman’s breast, the kind that looks like it could be cancer,” I began.

“What are the side effects of Rivonine? That’s what we need to know,” Mr. Criens said.

“It has the usual panoply of annoying but not serious side effects: constipation, diarrhea, headache, nausea, even double vision, etc. It does have one special one, however. It makes the woman feel compelled, truly compelled, to have sex constantly. Were a woman to begin this drug she would be well advised always to walk around with a dozen or more condoms. She becomes crazed for sex,” I said.

“That sounds ridiculous, Sally. Could Jack be feeding you false information?” Criens said. “I could just see him doing this to put one over for me, especially if he’s figured out you’re spying for me.”

“No,” I said.

“How can you be so sure? It’s easy to fake data and make it look real. He may have laid a trap for you,” Criens said.

“No, I’m giving you the God’s honest truth,” I said.

“How can you be so certain?” he repeated.

“I’d rather not say at this time,” I said.

Criens looked at me. He was sizing me up. His look was penetrating. I felt as if he were looking down into my soul. Fortunately, he decided not to push things.

“Do we have to wait until lunchtime?” I blurted out.

“What do you mean?” Criens asked.

“It’s Wednesday today,” I said.

“Very astute. You’ve lost me, Sally.”

“You always come on alt porno to me at lunchtime on Wednesdays. Can we push our sex clock up a bit? I need you inside me now,” I said, discarding all self-respect.

“I’m sorry, Sally. I have a meeting. I also have a lunch meeting. I did not realize we always made love on Wednesdays. I thought you were just humoring me, due to my power over you and your husband, not that you actually wanted me. How flattering,” he said. “Maybe tomorrow? Or Friday? I’m afraid I don’t have the time today,” Criens said, and then he left me standing there, on the verge of tears due to my need being so intense.

I wanted to scream at him! He had thought I was putting out just to save my husband’s job? Not that I craved his body, and one part of it especially? The cloud lifted for a moment and I remembered: Oh yes, that was indeed how it started. I had fucked him to save my husband Mark’s job! He had even had me fuck Dr. Jack Taylor for the same reason. He did not know I was now a deranged animal needing sex constantly!

I had to calm myself down. Maybe that would help? I went into my tiny office and opened my computer. I called up images of mountain streams and prairies. I looked up puppy videos, and then progressed to cats performing stupid pet tricks. I had to distract myself from my overwhelming need to have sex.

The day was a constant trial by fire of my willpower. Every time I was near a man, practically any man, I wanted to push him down, take out his cock, and if it was already hard then stick it inside me. If it wasn’t already hard, well I knew how to fix that! I didn’t though. I stayed chaste for the entire day. One day at a time. I was a wreck when I went home. The giant dildo became my lover.

The next day was Thursday. Mr. Criens seemed to forget about his desire to seduce me. Well, he had already proved he could lay me. Maybe that was all he had wanted? Maybe he loved the extorting sex kink? He had also got me to become Dr. Taylor’s mistress. Maybe he got off on making a woman prostitute herself? Maybe that made me damaged goods? Sometimes men don’t want to fuck women who are fucking someone else? No, then we would not have infidelities, right? The human mind, when it comes to sex, is complicated.

Maybe it was not all about me. Maybe it was just business. Perhaps my body and I were just pawns in Mr. Criens’ ongoing and everlasting search for more and more wealth? So what if my marriage and I are destroyed in the process? Who cares about a little 23-year-old temp, anyway? I had to look after myself, didn’t I?

Maybe he only fucked me and made me his mistress so that Jack Taylor would want me? He actually told me that me being his mistress would make Taylor want to make me his own. Maybe he was forcing himself to have sex with me as part of some grand plan revolving around the FDA status of Rivonine? Was I just a disposable cunt to him? Yes, of course that’s exactly what I was. It just made me want him more!

And what about Dr. Jack Taylor? Aren’t I supposed to be his mistress? I’m not going to see him until Saturday. That’s two bleeping days away! Can I make it? The short answer is no. The way I was feeling, it was a definite, resounding no!

I called Maria. “Maria? Hi, this is Sally. Listen, I need to get laid. Now.”

“Whoa, girl! Where are you? What are you on?” Maria said.

“I’m at work. You don’t want to know what I’m on! Do you have Ravi’s phone number?” I asked. I had given Ravi my number, but I did not have his.

“Listen, my sexpot friend in heat. Andrew’s having the boys over for poker tonight. Why don’t you be the prize? I can’t be the prize because Andrew doesn’t know about the boys and me. At least I hope he doesn’t!” Maria said.

“Oh, that would be great. What time should I come?”

“We’ll need to meet privately first. We need to plan how to do this. The boys will take it in stride of course, but it may be a shock to Andrew, you know?” Maria said.

“Oh, my, I hadn’t thought of that. Right. Got an idea?” I asked.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, girl. Of course I have an idea. Meet me at Starbucks at 5pm. The boys are coming for poker and pizza and lots of beer at 6pm,” she said.

“Maria, there’s around one million Starbucks in Manhattan. Want to narrow it down a tad?” I asked. There’s actually an intersection in Midtown Manhattan that has a Starbucks on each of the four corners.

Maria giggled. “The one at Astor Place, silly. It’s your favorite, right? Wear a miniskirt and flash some men, why don’t you?”

“The bathrooms are too yucky for quick and dirty sex. Well, I guess they’re fine for dirty sex…” I said.

“Five o’clock?” Maria suggested.

“I’ll be there at 5. I’ll be the girl in lust. Listen, can you make it at 4PM? I need to explain a bit,” I said.

“That would be nice. I’ve never seen you like this before. The way you took on those three guys and then fucked Ravi all night. You acted as if you were a bitch in heat!”

“You know about Ravi and me fucking all night? How?” hd abla porno I asked.

“Oh Sally, don’t you know that you’re the hottest hot wife in the county? Ravi bragged to everyone he knows about how hot you were for him. He’s been walking around like a peacock ever since,” Maria said. “Doug told me he’s been insufferable.”

“I can explain,” I said.

“No, you can’t, but I’ll enjoy listening to you try. See you at 4PM then,” Maria said.

The prospect of sex that evening was just barely enough to keep me from dragging a random male employee of Mr. Criens into a utility closet or some such place. I had never really realized how powerful drugs could be. Nor had I ever realized how a virus could affect one’s brain so profoundly. There’s nothing more intimate, or more consequential, that one’s sexual behavior, and I was out of control!

I made it through the rest of the day. I quickly learned friggin’ myself off just made the desire for hard cock even more unbearable. It was as if I had a pain and I could not find a position for my body to relieve the pain. It was torture. I kept thinking of Ravi and his magnificent cock. It was all that kept me going.

I didn’t tell Maria everything. I didn’t tell her about the Rivonine, only about the virus. I had learned the name of the virus, for what that was worth. Its biological name is libidi sine moribus virus. The man who first isolated it and therefore discovered it was a French guy in the Pasteur Institute in Paris. His name is Dr. De Chevalley. So, its unofficial name, but the name it is known by, is the De Chevalley virus.

I told Maria I had six months to live unless a miracle happened. I also explained how the virus gave me an over-the-top sex drive, but it was not an STD. Maria was in a state of shock. We had to move to a bar so she could get a drink to calm herself down. There were several men in the bar. In the past I would have checked them out. In my current state all I wanted to do was to fuck them over and over again. Who cared if they smelled? Who cared how they looked? What if they were misogynists? I could have cared less. Hit me, do your worst, just as long as you can get it up to fuck me!

Maria stopped me before I could start undressing and flash the men my boobs. She was a good friend. She explained the plan. It meant I might have to wait an hour or two or three to get laid, but it was a good plan, I had to admit. She would get Doug to help. He was her lover when Andrew was out of town. He would play a key role.

I had learned at work that day that when I was overwhelmed with lust and need, for example by seeing a man who might be willing to fuck me, that I could run to the ladies’ room and hyperventilate and breathe into a paper bag. My lust attacks were kind of like panic attacks. That would calm the passions from irresistible, literally irresistible, to simply very intense.

“What if Mark finds out?” Maria asked. Mark is my loving husband off in Singapore. “Does Mark know you have the De Chev, the De Chev…”

“No, I haven’t told him yet. I want to see first if a miracle happens. Besides the doctor told me he’s better off if he’s away. No marriage survives the De Chevalley virus. Men just cannot handle wives who become virus induced nymphomaniacs on steroids, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m worried myself. What will happen if Andrew learns of my own infidelities?” Maria asked, somewhat rhetorically.

“You really think he doesn’t already know? You’re fucking five of his friends over a sustained period and you think he hasn’t found out yet?” I asked. It seemed a bit incredible to me.

“You think he might know?” Maria asked me. She looked scared.

“Look, if he does know, he hasn’t let on. He hasn’t become angry with you, taken you to marriage counseling, beaten you up, tried to divorce you, nothing. So, either he doesn’t know, or he does know but he seems to be okay with it,” I said. “It’s hard to believe, but there are some husbands who get off on knowing their wives are getting it on with their friends.”

“I thought being a cuckold is shameful. What man would want that?” Maria asked.

“The human mind is complicated. Why do I like older men, and occasional bondage?” I asked.

“What??” Maria said.

“Oh, come on, Maria, don’t you have any kinks? Didn’t you once tell me you had a fantasy of taking on two men at a time?” I asked.

“Well, isn’t that a normal fantasy for women?” Maria asked.

“It’s probably no more normal for women than is the cuckold fantasy for men,” I said.

“I think Andrew just doesn’t know,” Maria said. “It’s the simplest answer. Simple is good.”

“Yes, you’re probably right,” I said, even if I silently doubted it.

Maria looked terrified. She ran off to the ladies’ room, leaving me alone in a bar with lots of men. Some of the men had been eavesdropping. They probably heard me say I liked older men, and bondage, and that Maria had fantasies of group sex. The old me would have been shitting in my panties, but the new virus controlled me viewed it as rokettube porno an opportunity.

Luckily, Maria was back within seven minutes. I was already sitting on a guy’s lap, my ass rubbing his cock, and he was pawing my boobs while I was giggling. In only seven minutes! Thank goodness Maria was there to rescue me. Three more minutes and his fingers would have been where they should not go with a married woman!

We hightailed it back to Maria and Andrew’s home. The men straggled in between 6 and 6:30. The poker game began at 6:45. All of Andrew’s friends gave me a warm welcome. Each of them kissed me on the lips and felt up my ass during the kiss. I softly moaned, thereby giving my approval and encouragement. Andrew was stunned that his friends were acting so disrespectful to Mark’s heretofore always proper wife. He didn’t know Doug had told them to behave that way with me.

Maria had enlisted Doug. He was an eager participant. He had yet to fuck me, after all, poor guy. None of the boys had fucked me. I was a good, loyal wife. It’s not that I was not attracted to the gang. I was, to all of them. It’s just that my hubby Mark is my one true love and sexual partner. Now, however, I had this vicious virus running rampant in my poor, addled brain.

At one point Doug said the poker game was boring. Everyone looked at him, stunned. Nobody ever said things like that.

“Why do you think it’s boring?” Andrew asked.

“It’s the stakes. We’re playing for chump change,” he said.

“We always do. None of us can afford to lose big bucks. You can’t either. What do you want the stakes to be?” Andrew asked.

“Sally and Maria,” Doug replied.

There was a dead, tense silence.

Finally Andrew said, slowly, “What do you mean?”

Doug explained. He ended by saying, “That is, if we can get Sally and Maria to agree, and of course, Andrew, you would have to give the green light for Maria. Mark’s not here so Sally is fair game if she’s willing.”

“Maria would never be willing to do that, and neither would Sally. You obviously don’t know these two women as well as you should,” Andrew said.

“Let me try. If the women agree, would you? Do you know how hot it is to watch your wife with another man?” Doug asked.

“I know you get off watching us fuck Crystal…” Andrew said, before he realized Maria was within earshot. This was exactly the trap Doug was setting for Andrew. Crystal was Doug’s common law wife.

The ensuing fight between Maria and Andrew was spectacular! It was Sally who mediated the truce. Since Andrew had been getting his jollies at the expense of Doug’s partner Crystal (who apparently did not mind a bit), Maria was going to be a prize just this one time. Then the scales would be balanced.

Andrew did not like it, but he knew he had screwed up, literally, and besides as Doug had said, it would be hot to watch his wife Maria get it on with another guy. It would be especially hot if Duane won her. He’d love to see a black man fuck her little Italian brains out. He didn’t say that, though.

I played my part reasonably well. I said no repeatedly but let myself get beaten down into saying a reluctant yes. In truth it was an enthusiastic YES! I think I did well though to hide my enthusiasm.

Doug had been right. With the stakes being Maria and me, the men played with much more intensity. The evening took on quite a dramatic tone. At the end, Ravi won me and Miguel won Maria. The four of us went to the two bedrooms. By this time, I had felt the need to hyperventilate in the bathroom seven times.

A good description of my behavior might be that I was an animal. I could not get enough of Ravi. Not only did the men downstairs hear my moans and screams when I came, Maria was worried the whole building, and maybe even the whole neighborhood had heard! Miguel enjoyed Maria to the max as well. When the two men finished, I needed more! Ravi needed a good twenty minutes to regenerate and so did Miguel.

Maria texted Andrew to come to the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, he encountered his wife Maria. She was wearing only panties and clearly still had a sex flush. Maria told him that I needed him. She just pointed to the other bedroom. Andrew looked at her quizzically.

“I’ll explain later honey. Right now, though, you have to go fuck Sally. She needs you. She needs desperately to be fucked. I’m okay with it. Go to her, now. You know you’ve lusted for her for years, anyway. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Now go!” Maria said.

Andrew was paralyzed. He could not believe Maria was ordering him to fuck one of their best friends, the wife of Mark, another best friend. I appeared from the bedroom however, wearing only one of Andrew’s old T shirts. I have to admit, I looked fetching in it. I kissed him passionately and grabbed his already hard cock through his pants, and I pulled him into the bedroom I was using.

By the time Andrew had unloaded inside me, Ravi and then Miguel were ready for their second rounds. After I had fucked Andrew, Ravi and Miguel each twice, I bid the men goodnight. I left Maria and Andrew’s home half-dressed and with Ravi in tow. By the time I left for work the next day Ravi was a wreck. That woman is going to kill me, he thought to himself. He smiled at the thought of dying from copulation exhaustion.

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To Be Continued…

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It was Saturday, September 8th when Ted Watson drove up to his cabin at the end of the hollow. He had just taken early retirement at age 55. He was divorced, financially comfortable, and now able to pursue his hobbies of hunting and fishing all year round. Ted walked toward his cabin and noticed that something was not right. The porch furniture was positioned differently from how it usually was.

“I bet those damn deer have been here.” He said to himself.

Then the thought crossed his mind that maybe a bear had visited his cabin. Ted put the furniture back where it should be and went inside. Once he was settled in, he decided to hike into the woods and check the trail cams he had place there. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of the ten-point buck that some of the neighbors down the road claim to have seen.

Ted changed out the memory cards in all of his trail cams and made his way back to the cabin. He downloaded the images and videos to his computer. He saw doe, raccoon, watched a video of a squirrel running around, and saw a 4 point buck but nothing else. After a weekend of cutting firewood and getting the cabin ready for bow season in a couple of weeks, Ted loaded up his truck and started down the road to go home until next weekend. About a mile down the road he saw Jerry Lancaster by the road working on his fence.

“How’s it going Jerry?” Ted said.

“Okay, I came out here to fix the rail on the fence. Bobby wrecked his 4-wheeler into it yesterday.” Jerry replied

“Is he alright?” asked Ted.

“He’s fine, 4-wheelers fine, but he’s not allowed to ride it for a week. Old lady thinks I’m being too hard on him but he has to learn.” said Jerry.

“How is Connie, I haven’t seen her for a spell?” Ted asked.

“She is doing well, inside right now. That is why I’m out here. She is mad as hell at Jenny. She found a cigarette in her purse and is threatening to kick her out. I don’t think those two will ever get along. Jenny turns eighteen tomorrow and Connie wants her out. I convinced her to give Jenny one more chance; after all, I don’t know where Jenny would go. Her real mom doesn’t want her, never has any contact with her, and she sure as hell has never sent a fucking dime in child support.” Jerry complained.

“Well once she graduates in May she can go get a job or join the service and take care of herself. That should help.” Said Ted

“Graduate? Jenny already been held back a year and may be held back another. She is just like her mother, pretty and built like a brick shithouse but has shit for brains. Oh, I shouldn’t talk about her like that but she pisses me off sometimes.” Jerry said

“Well I hope things get better for all of you. By the way have you seen that big 10 point lately?” asked Ted.

“About a week ago I thought I spotted him in Jenkins field, but he was too far away to be sure. But I will tell you what, when I bag him in a couple of weeks I will call you to come down and get a close up look at him.” Jerry grinned.

“No, I will be calling you to come up to the cabin and see him. I have already got a place above my fireplace just waiting on him.” Ted laughed.

“We will see. You take care Ted.” Chuckled Jerry.

“See ya!” said Ted

The next Saturday Ted arrived at the cabin to once again find the furniture out of place. “I’m going to find out what is going on.” Ted went into the woods and a short while later he came back carrying two of his trail cameras. He positioned them on trees in his front yard point toward his porch. He sat one to take a picture every 30 seconds and another was set for video. He stayed the weekend and just like before had no images of the 10 point buck. He left on Sunday afternoon.

Driving down the road he saw Jenny Lancaster raking grass. Her dad was right; she was built like a brick shithouse. She was about 5’5″ 125lbs, blonde hair; green eyes, tight ass, and those tits had to be about a 34 D.

“Hi Jenny, Happy Birthday!” shouted Ted as he stopped the truck.

“Today is not my birthday. It was last week.” Said a puzzled Jenny.

“I know, but I didn’t see you last week. Are you being good?” asked Ted

“Depends on who you ask. I am trying my best. You going home now?” Asked Jenny

“Yes but I will be back Thursday, I have mowing to do. You take care.” Ted said as he started to drive away.

“Bye Mr. Watson!” Shouted Jenny

Thursday afternoon Ted arrived at the cabin with the mower in the back of the truck. He immediately noticed the porch furniture was out of place again. Curious he went straight to his cameras and removed the cards. Maybe that big buck has been here. He downloaded the images and video to his laptop. The first few images were birds and squirrels. How ever the next image was not what he was expecting. The first image was Jenny Lancaster and a tall boy walking onto his porch. The next image showed them and another young man, shorter and stockier than the first. Ted thought he recognized the tall kid as the Bradley boy, a twenty yr old punk from the next hollow over. As Ted began clicking coffeedonutfest.com through the images he saw both boys place his chair cushions on the bench and Jenny began removing her clothes. The next images showed Jenny on her knees, naked with her back to the camera sucking the tall guys cock while stroking the cock of the shorter guy.

Ted decided to open the camera that had video. It started with Jenny pulling her shirt over her head, sliding off her shorts, and then removing her bra. She did have beautiful natural gravity defying tits. Her areolas’ were as big as silver dollars. As he slid out of her panties he noticed a small tuft of blonde bush. Yes the carpet matched the drapes. She dropped to her knees and pulled down the tall guys shorts and grabbed his cock she immediately engulfed it with her mouth and began sliding her lips its full length. That was all he got. The video shut off.

Ted reviewed more of the images and saw her suck one guy while the other took her from behind. The guys apparently switched positions with each other. Then the tall guy sat on the bench while Jenny sat on his cock. The next images showed Jenny lying on top of the tall guy with his cock in her pussy, while the shorter guy was trying to put his cock in her ass. The next few series of pictures appeared to confirm that he succeeded from the pained look on Jenny’s face. Both guys must have came in her or on her because the next images showed them getting dressed.

Ted went back to the first image and noted the time and date of the image; Tuesday 3:45pm just after school, while Jerry was at work. If Ted remembered right, Connie was taking classes at the local community college and he bet the classes were Tues and Thurs afternoon.

Ted thought about telling Jerry what was going on but then he got a better Idea. He drove down the road and left a note on the Lancaster’s front door.

“Jenny, a buddy of mine picked me up and we went fishing. I will be back around 6:30. Could you please check on my truck for me when you get home? Thanks, Ted Watson”

Ted finished showering, drying off, and getting dressed. He looked at the clock and the time was 3:25. At 3:30 Ted looked out his cabin window and saw the pretty blonde girl walking up the road by herself. Jenny was wearing short jean shorts, a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of sandals. Ted had locked the door and tried to remain as quiet as possible. As if on cue, just as Jenny walked into the driveway he heard the sound of 4 wheelers approaching from the woods.

Ted saw the tall boy from the other day on one ATV and two other young men in their late teens or early twenties on the other. Once the engines were silent he heard the tall boy loudly say. “I hope you don’t mind I brought Josh and Danny.” Jenny replied “That’s okay, the more the merrier!”

“Move those cushions onto the bench.” The tall boy commanded the other boys.

Jenny immediately began undressing, tossing her clothes off the porch.

“Wow! Look at those titties!” exclaimed Danny

The tall boy already had his pants off and his rock hard cock ready. A now naked Jenny knelt down and began sucking his cock. Danny started feeling Jenny’s tits as Josh stated feeling her ass.

“What the hell is going on here!” shouted Ted as her tore open the door.

The Boys jumped back and stared wide eyed at this old man holding a shotgun.

Jenny slowly stood up attempting to cover herself with her hands.

“You boys get the fuck out of here and don’t ever come back or else I’ll put some buckshot in your ass!” Yelled Ted.

“Jenny you stay just where you are.” He ordered.

All three boys mounted their ATV’s and quickly drove off they way they came. Ted could hear the sound of their engines growing fainter in the distance.

“Jenny, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Mr. Watson I didn’t know you were home, I thought you were fishing.” She said.

“I came back early. This is not the first time you have done this is it?” He remarked

“No sir.” She sheepishly replied

“Come inside girl, I have something to show you.”

“What about my clothes?” she asked

“Leave them, and come inside.” He ordered

They both walked over to his computer with Jenny still trying to cover her breast with one arm and her pussy with the other.

Ted opened the file and displayed the pictures of Jenny from the week before. Jenny appeared confused and scared.

“I never took those pictures Mr. Watson, I swear! I don’t know how they got there.” She exclaimed.

Her daddy was right, she does have shit for brains thought Ted.

“I have half a mind to call your dad and Connie and tell them what happened today and show them these pictures. What do you think I should do?” asked Ted

“Oh please don’t, they will kick me out for sure and I have nowhere to go, please don’t tell them, please!” begged Jenny

Ted currently had a picture on the screed of Jenny getting double penetrated by both boys. “Jenny, did you like what those boys were doing to you in that picture?” he coyly asked.

“Yes, I guess I did. I can’t help it I like boys and what they do to me.” She said

“How long has this been going on and did they make you do that?” Ted asked

“About a year and no they didn’t make me, I asked them to sex me.” She answered.

“Why?” asked Ted

“Sherry Smith was bragging at school about how good at sex she was with her boyfriend, and I thought I would practice with a bunch of boys and get better so I could brag to her.”

A sly thought came to Ted and he said “Well you are never going to get better by practicing with a bunch of young punks that are as inexperienced as you. You need someone older and more experienced. Now I might be willing to help you but you can’t go telling anybody.”

“You would teach me? And not tell my dad and Connie?” Jenny asked

“Yes I would but you also have to stop messing around with those other boys. What do you say?” Asked Ted

“Okay, I guess. What do I do?” Jenny asked

“Well you can start by putting both arms down to your side.” Ted replied.

Jenny stood in the middle of the cabin naked and on display for Ted Watson’s pleasure.

Jenny had greasy blonde hair hanging loosely down to her shoulders, her D-cup sag free breasts that most women over the age of 25 will never naturally have again, her creamy athletic legs, and of course the pretty little slit with stubble on the side and a small blonde tuft topping it off. “Very nice, very nice indeed.” Remarked Ted.

“The first thing I want you to do is march into that bathroom and take a shower. Make sure you wash your hair and scrub yourself all over, especially your pussy, tits, and asshole. When you are done dry yourself off and come back out here.”

While Jenny was in the shower Ted called her dad Jerry. The answering machine picked up and Ted said. “Hey Jerry, it’s Ted. Jenny is up here with me at the cabin. I saw her walking up the road and asked her if she would like a job helping me clean up around here. If you need her down there call me back, otherwise I will send her home in a little while.”

Jenny emerged from the bathroom dry (except for her hair) and with a towel wrapped around her.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Ted suggested.

Jenny followed him into the room, and Ted shut the door.

Ted walked over to Jenny and stood close.

“Lesson one, you just don’t dive in to sex, you ease into it first. Starting off with a kiss is always good.” Ted said

He leaned down and gently kissed the young girl on the lips He could tell that although she had been fucked many time she had never kissed much. A few light kisses gradually became one long kiss with his tongue lightly probing the inside of her mouth. She began to respond by using her tongue to probe his mouth too.

While they were kissing he grabbed the towel she had wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. She reached down and started to unbutton his jeans.

“Not yet. Let’s lay you down on the bed first.” He insisted.

Jenny lie back on the bed and Ted stood between her ankles and slowly spread her legs. Her puffy pink treasure lay before him.

Ted dropped to his knees and began gently kissing and licking the inside of Jenny’s knees, slowly sliding up to her inviting slit. He licked her pussy inside and out before inserting a finger and concentrating on licking her clit.

“Oh, I feel funny!” remarked Jenny

“Has anybody ever licked your pussy before girl?”

“Yes but usually just before they stick their thing in me, and never where you are licking me.” Replied Jenny

Ted continued to lick the young pussy, sucking and swirling her clit until he could hear her breathing harder and moaning louder. He began thrusting two and then three fingers in pussy as he continued to attack her clit. Suddenly Jenny tensed up her body and moaned loudly “Oh fuck, I mean fudge Mr. Watson, I ….I …I…Oooooh….”

Ted could feel a small amount of liquid squirt from Jenny’s pussy into his hand. Jenny placed her hand on top of his head and nudged him off of her. Ted smiled to see this girl have her first orgasm from oral sex.

“How did you like that young lady?” Ted asked.

“That was awesome! Now what do we do?” asked a smiling Jenny.

“Now it is your turn to take care of me like I took care of you.” Said Ted

Jenny sat up and unbuttoned Ted’s jeans. Ted slipped off his shirt as Jenny pulled down Teds boxers to reveal his semi flaccid cock.

“Something is wrong Mr. Watson; it is not hard like they usually are.” Remarked Jenny.

“I’m a man, not a boy; you have to make it hard with your mouth and hands. Go on; put it in your mouth.” Ted informed her.

Jenny took his soft cock all the way in her mouth as she gently rubbed his balls with her hand. Ted had to admit that this was one are that Jenny knew what she was doing. He could feel himself grow in her mouth as she licked the shaft and engulfed him again and again. After a few minutes his 6 ½” cock was fully hard. Jenny stood up and pushed him back toward the bed.

Ted lie on his back as Jenny crawled up between his thighs and licked his shaft from tip to base. She gently sucked on his balls and licked all around them. She lifted his leg and licked all the way back to and around his anus. She spent a minute or two giving is asshole attention that it had never received before. Ted let out in involuntary moan of pleasure. He couldn’t believe how good this felt and how skilled Jenny was.

Jenny made her way back to Ted’s cock and began stroking it with one hand then thrusting it to the back of her mouth as she deep throated it over and over. Ted could feel the fire in his balls as his load was building. His breathing intensified and then out of nowhere he felt Jenny slip a finger partially inside his anus. Jenny began to suck harder and faster. Ted could take no more and exploded as never before into Jenny’s mouth. Stream after stream of his seed drained onto her waiting tongue. Ted looked up and saw Jenny using her hand to milk more his load into her already full mouth. Jenny looked back at him smiled and then swallowed. Ted had never had a finger in his ass before but the strange sensation had made his own orgasm even more powerful.

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asked her

“I always swallow, I like the taste, and besides Ryan Pearson said that if a girl swallows, she won’t get prostate cancer. I don’t ever want to get that it can kill you.” Jenny said confidently.

“Sweetheart, the way you swallow I can promise you 100% that you will never get prostrate cancer, but I was talking about how you learned to put your finger in me?” Ted laughed.

“Oh that, a girl at school told us about it one day at lunch. A few guys don’t like it when I do it. Did you like it?” She asked

“I believe I did like it.” He replied.

Ted pulled Jenny up to him, kissed her again and massaged her breasts. He broke away from the kiss and lowered his mouth to her right nipple. Jenny’s nipples were hard and as he sucked on one, he gently twirled the other between his thumb and index finger. He went back and forth between nipples, lightly biting and pinching. Jenny ran her fingers through his hair as she lay there and moaned.

Ted could feel himself getting hard again. He positioned himself between the teenager’s legs and placed his hard cock at the warm wet entrance to her pussy. Ted pushed himself into her wet velvety slit. Jenny had bigger cocks in her before but none of them took their time or had the skill of Ted. As he lay on her kissing her deeply and thrusting into her until his balls were slapping against bottom. Jenny managed to flip Ted over without ever letting his cock leave her. She straddled him and rode his throbbing cock.

Ted reached up and grabbed Jenny’s hand and placed her fingers on her clit. “rub your clit while you fuck me.”

Jenny did as she was told. Ted reached up and kneaded her breasts, and played with her nipples. Jenny could feel that familiar feeling from earlier. She began to gyrate faster on his hard cock. Her hand bean rubbing her clit harder. Ted watched as she threw her head back and actually stop breathing for a second before screaming “Oh yes! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” before letting out a guttural growl of satisfaction.

Jenny leaned forward and kissed Ted deeply. Ted moved out from under Jenny. He pulled her over to the side of the bed and had her bend over with her ass facing him and her elbows on the bed. He then sank his still hard cock deep in her wet hole. Ted thrust into her over and over. He looked down at his cock sliding into the beautiful neighbor girl, and noticed her little brown button staring back at him.

Ted reached over to his nightstand, with his cock still firmly planted in Jenny, and grabbed the lubricant. He poured lubricant onto Jenny’s anus and using his thumb worked it inside. He continued to apply lubricant and then inserted his index and middle fingers into her, slowly at first, until his fingers were buried in her ass.

“Oh that feels so good.” Jenny cooed.

“If you think that feels good wait until you feel this.” Ted said as he withdrew his cock from her pussy and pushed it against her anus.

Surprisingly it slid in easy at first, and then Jenny pushed herself back toward Ted until he was buried to the hilt in her tight ass.

Ted could not believe how hot this girl was. He began slow strokes into her and then increased his pace.

Ted was now thrusting into her with reckless abandon.

“You like my cock in your ass? Do you?” Ted shouted

“Yes I love your cock in my ass! I want to be your slut. Tell me I’m your little slut!” cried Jenny

“You are my dirty little slut! You will only do as I say. Your mine!” Ted screamed.

With one final thrust Ted exploded inside Jenny. Jenny moaned and quivered with pleasure.

They both collapsed beside each other.

“Listen up Baby.” Said Ted. “I told your dad that I hired you to help me clean up the cabin. I will tell him that you did such a good job that I want you to come up every time I am here to help me clean. I don’t want you fucking anyone else except me ok.”

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