Month: May 2024

Her Ass Says It All

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

The young Chinese mother squeezed past me at the entrance in such a hurry that her tight ass cheeks literally rubbed across my groin. She had just dropped her son off at the club and seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. I watched the sway of her ass cheeks as she hurried down the sidewalk to her SUV. I couldn’t help admiring her short leopard skin skirt swinging slightly as it barely concealed her butt. As my eyes rose up her slender body, I noticed the bounce of her ample breasts as she opened her car door. The tops of her dark nylons were displayed for my eager eyes as her skirt rose up when she climbed up and into the driver’s seat. I caught another glance of her black high-heeled boots just before she slammed the door and turned the ignition. As she pulled out of her parking spot I noticed a leather skinned purse lying on the pavement.

Realizing that it was the sexy woman’s, I rushed over to my ’98 Olds and hopped in ready to give chase. Normally I would have just handed it in at the front desk but this Oriental beauty in the short little skirt had turned me on and I felt the need to see her again especially close up.

While trying to catch up to her vehicle, my dirty mind was already in second gear. How could I use this find to get into the young mother’s pants? Once again I visualized the long dark hair cascading halfway down her back but not quite reaching the tiny leopard-skin mini-skirt. Cut high on her thigh, the short skirt and high-heeled boots displayed a pair of legs that I hoped to have wrapped around me. Then I pictured myself perched over her tight little ass cheeks while driving my cock deep into her ass.

Before I caught up to her, I realized that she was turning into the Gem Motel on Lakeshore Boulevard, a rather seedy- looking place.

“Well, well,” I thought to myself. “What do we have here?”

She bypassed the office and parked beside a black Cadillac parked near the rear. I pulled into the motel lot just in time to see the mini-skirted beauty hop out of her SUV and knock on the door of one of the units. A rather large black man who looked vaguely familiar opened the door and pulled her in a little roughly I thought.

It looked like my lascivious hopes were going to be put on hold while the lucky black guy got his pipes cleaned. Figuring that I was out of luck, I was just starting to turn to pull out of the lot when I noticed the personalized license plate on the guy’s caddy. It said “GODLUVSU”. Now I’m not the brightest light on the block but I knew that this car belonged to Jesse Jackson, the local preacher. No, not the nationally famous one but a community leader here in Buffalo nevertheless. The charismatic speaker was always on the news and in the papers talking about sin and sinners. He was supposedly a family man and being a black community leader he had been quoted as being upset that more and more brothers were forging interracial relationships. Meanwhile, the hypocrite was obviously porking a young Asian mother. A young Asian woman that I myself wanted to fuck.

Within seconds, I formulated a plan. After waiting 10 minutes, I climbed out of my Olds and with my new digital camera in hand, sauntered nonchalantly up to the unit that they were in. I hoped that the drapes would be opened just enough for me to get the goods on the loving couple. Being a rather run-down motel, I figured my chances were pretty good. Unfortunately, the adulterous lovers had made sure that no one could peek in.

Cursing, I started back to my car when I wondered if there was a rear window. Walking around the far edge of the motel, I found a laneway that appeared to circumvent the whole motel. My spirits picked up and after looking around to see if I was being observed, I started down the lane. While making my way to where their room should be, I passed by a room that had hardly any drapes at all. To my surprise, two people were going at it on one of the double beds. Fortunately for me, they were too engrossed in what they were doing to notice a 50 year old peeping Tom with a camera in his hand.

I snapped 2 quick pictures of the bald-headed guy pounding his cock into the cunt of a young woman who looked young enough to be his daughter. The erotic sight caused my organ to rear its ugly head and I was tempted to release it from my jeans and beat off right there.

The next room was dark but I could still make out some of the action going on. A red-headed woman who appeared to be in her 40’s or 50’s was kneeling Ataşehir Fetiş Escort on the floor between the legs of a Puerto Rican-looking teenager. He was laying back on the bed while the older woman was giving his cock quite a tongue bath. I could hear him imploring her to suck him deeper.

Having turned off the auto flash,I wasn’t sure that there was enough light for my camera but I snapped a couple of quick ones of the totally absorbed couple anyway. My cock was screaming to be released now but forcing myself to move on, I promised my erect cock that I would come back and give it some relief if I wasn’t successful at Jackson’s window.

Four windows later, I recognized Jesse Jackson’s booming voice pleading, “Yes, my dear, play that organ! Yes! Oh my God, yes!” Obviously, he was about to be delivered.

Luckily for me, the tattered drapes of the rear window were not able to cover the whole window pane and I was able to peek into the room. The scene that unfolded in front of me was mind-boggling. There was a totally nude Jesse Jackson standing with his legs spread and the sexy oriental mother on her knees in front of him. She was still in her mini-skirt and high heels but her sweater and bra had been removed.

Jackson’s cock was huge! The Chinese woman stroked it with both hands in front of her face. Her eyes were wide open almost in fear at the task that she was faced with. She tentatively licked the large bulbous head of the minister as her hands pulled and pushed at his huge brown shaft.

Jackson’s hands had been playing with her tiny but well-proportioned breasts when I arrived and they now moved up into her long black hair.

“Time to open up your sweet little mouth, Mei-Lin,” he growled. “It’s time you received communion. I gotta give you some of God’s seed.” The absurdity of this statement brought me back to reality as I had taken out my own John Thomas and had been wanking it while watching the pornographic scene in front of me. I started snapping pictures as the Man of God pulled the attractive woman’s face into his groin. Somehow, the young mother was able to take most of his 8 inch cock into her mouth although it looked stretched to the max.

I could see her eyes watering as the preacher drove more and more of his ‘divining rod’ (his words- not mine) deeper and deeper. Soon he established a steady pace as he fucked the kneeling woman’s face. Her eyes looked up into his obviously detecting that he was about to blow his load into her throat. Sure enough the bastard pulled her head violently into his crotch until his whole organ disappeared into her mouth.

“I’M CUMMING, YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I’M CUMMING!!! EAT ME, YOU COCK-SUCKING WHORE!!!” It was obvious that as he spoke he was spilling his cum deep into her throat. Over and over his hips drove forward into her with such force that if he hadn’t been holding her head between both of his hands, she surely would have fallen over. Time and again, he drove his cock into the poor woman’s face. Her eyes never left his distorted face. In fact her hands had locked on his muscular ass cheeks and she seemed to be pulling them into her face every time he drove forward.

This was too much for me and my cock erupted as well. I hadn’t even touched it! I groaned loudly and collapsed under the window.

That’s when I heard him ask her if she had heard something. Since her mouth was still full of his now softening cock, she couldn’t answer.

Pulling his cock out of the kneeling woman’s mouth, the preacher pushed the Asian woman away in disgust. “Sinner. You have made me weak. The Devil has used you and your short skirts to make me wander from the path of the Lord. I must leave now and go and ask forgiveness.” With that, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his suit jacket and left in a hurry.

When I heard the door slam, I peeked into the room and observed the pretty but disheveled young mother wiping the remnants of Jackson’s cum from her tear-stained face and I actually felt sorry for her but not for long. The adulterous young mother spread her legs apart, reached up under her short skirt and pulled her panties off. Then she proceeded to play with her clit and soon I could see her pushing first one and then two fingers in and out of now moist cunt. This was too much for me. My cock rose from the dead and I knew I had to get me some of that fine Chinese cuisine.

Jumping to my feet, I raced down the laneway, around the end of the Ataşehir Gecelik Escort motel and only stopped once I reached the entrance to her unit. Catching my breath, I tried to figure out how I would get into her promised land. Then it hit me – I had captured her sucking off the black Preacher on my digital camera. I was sure that I could use that.

I didn’t even bother to knock. I just opened the door and walked in. Mei-Lin (I figured I could call her by her name) was so enraptured with getting herself off, that she didn’t even notice me until I, too, was standing over her with my pants around my ankles. She started to scream when she noticed me but stopped herself when she noticed the camera focused on her private parts.

As I explained what I had seen and that I had some rather pornographic pictures of her deep-throating the illustrious Jesse Jackson, I sensed that she knew that she would have to give me whatever I wanted. It was like she was used to men using and abusing her and she knew what we all wanted.

She decided to try one last tactic by telling me that she was married to Simon Wong a very powerful businessman and that she could give me a lot of money if I would give her the photo evidence of her dalliance with the black civic and religious leader.

I laughed and told her I didn’t want her money. I just wanted to fuck her. I promised to give her the camera’s smart card if she would let me make love to her. Knowing she had no choice, she reluctantly agreed. The next two hours were heaven. Too bad Mister Jackson didn’t realize that he had already been there.

“Give me a blow job just like you gave that pig,” I demanded and sure enough the young mother moved to her knees and started stroking my rapidly inflating cock. While not as well-endowed as Mr.Jackson, my 7 inches had never disappointed any woman. Soon I was fully erect and Mei-Lin was licking the purple head as she continued stroking the shaft. “Suck my balls, Mrs.Wong,” I ordered and sure enough the vixen raised my cock up and sucked first one and then my other testicle into her warm mouth. Then she surprised me by turning my hips so that I was facing away from her all the while still stroking my thick cock.

“Bend over,” the young mother ordered. “I want to suck your ass too!”

“My God!” I thought. “This China doll looks so innocent but she’s really a slut just like Jackson said!”

Bending forward, I jumped slightly when her tongue pressed against my anus and soon she had forced the tip of her tongue to pass the anal ring. Soon she was driving her tongue in and out of my asshole while she stroked my rock-hard cock. I was getting closer to cumming but I wanted my first load to be in her sweet but not so innocent face.

Stopping her, I turned around and moved us closer to the bed. Placing my cock in her mouth I started fucking her face only slightly more gently then Jackson had. The Chinese beauty stroked me with one hand while her other hand had a vice-like grip on my balls. Knowing I was almost ready to coat her tonsils with my jism, I forced her to bend backwards so that her head was on the bed. I rested my knees on either side of her child-like face and started to fuck it like it was a pussy. Soon I felt the warmth from my balls as my cum started it’s journey up my shaft and groaned in ecstasy as it exploded from my piss-hole deep into her waiting mouth. “Fuck, Mrs. Wong! I’M CUMMING!!!” Each spasm released more and more cum which my married slut attempted to swallow. Soon I was spent and as my cock was released from her mouth with another groan, I noticed the remnants of cum dribbling down her chin. Wiping it onto my finger, I offered it to Mrs. Wong and she actually licked it off with a seductive smile. She obviously was a natural cocksucker.

As I collapsed beside her, I watched as she got herself off again with her hand which of course got me hard again.

Pulling her to her feet I realized that I could now do what I had originally wanted to do when I had first spotted her at the club. Even in her high heels, I still was a good 4 inches taller than her. Bending down I started to suck on her tiny round breasts while my hands fondled her tight ass. Pulling her groin into mine, I was able to rub my rapidly inflating cock into her pubic area. Feeling my arousal, Mei-Lin started stroking my erection as I continued biting and sucking her now erect nipples.

Now it was my turn to turn her around. As I ground my Ataşehir Genç Escort erection into the crack between her ass cheeks, I put one free hand under her skirt and moved it up the inside of her thighs until it came in contact with her clit. She groaned as I played with it and started shoving my fingers into her vagina.

My other hand continued fondling her breast while I nibbled on her perfumed neck. In our excitement and without realizing it I had given her hickies on her left breast and now on her neck. I wondered how she would explain these to Mr. Wong. Just then she started to cum with wild thrashing as she locked my finger in her wet cunt.

I continued grinding my cock against her ass as she came down from her latest orgasm. Now I was ready to take her ass. It was what I had been wanting to do ever since I had first seen her at the club.

I bent her face first over the bed and forced her legs apart. I traced my fingers up her thighs until I felt her pubic hair. Finding her nub, Mei-Lin gasped as I started to manipulate it gently. While doing this, my free hand was raising her short skirt up over her hips until her ass was totally exposed. Remembering the ecstasy of her tongue in my anus, I felt wicked enough to try the same thing. Licking my way past her wet pussy, the tip of my tongue tasted her tiny bung-hole. At first my senses rebelled but it seemed so dirty that the depravity of it all made me continue my assault. Sure enough as my tongue entered the brown ring, the tiny Asian groaned, “Oh yes! No man has ever done that to me! Fuck my ass with your tongue! Oh Christ! I’m cumming!!!” With that my chin received a copious amount of female cum. This was another first for me. I had never felt so wanton and couldn’t wait to drive my cock into the Asian mother’s tight ass.

“Fuck me! Fuck my ass you bastard!” the young mother pleaded. Always one to accommodate a lady, I raised up and brought my cock closer to her anus.

“You want it, Bitch? You put it in!” I challenged.

Mei-Lin didn’t have to be asked twice. She reached under herself, grabbed my dick firmly and pulled the head up to the tight entrance. “Fuck me mister! Fuck my ass!”

That’s all the encouragement I needed and I proceeded to force my cockhead slowly into the tight hole. The smallness of the hole and the fatness of my cock caused excruciating pain to Mei-Lin, I’m sure, but incredible pleasure for me.

“Oh my God! Please go slowly, Mister!” she begged.

I tried to accommodate her but was fighting a losing battle. I knew that I couldn’t hold out much longer and as soon as my whole 7 inches was impaled in her backside, I started to draw it out only to drive it back in again. Each motion brought me closer to orgasm but I wanted the little lady to cum as well so I rubbed her clitoris as rapidly as I could. This worked and the two of us started that incredible fucking motion that comes when two lovers are in sync and both are blissfully unaware of anything other than the race to the final delirious orgasm. Incredibly as I could feel my cum rushing from my balls, somehow I was aware of Mei-Lin screaming that she was cumming again. Holding her hips tightly, I slammed my cock as deep into her asshole as humanly possible and exploded time and again deep in her body.

When I finally was spent and pulled out of her, my married China doll shocked the hell out of me again by putting my brown, cum covered glans back into her mouth and drained every last drop as she cleaned my organ.

When we had regained our composure, I asked Mei-Lin why she had come to this cheap, out-of-the-way motel for her obvious secret rendezvous with the civic leader. She explained that Jackson had found out that she had been a call girl back in Taiwan before emigrating to the U.S.. He threatened to expose her to her husband and she knew that her 5 year old son would be shamed in front of all his friends. She felt she had no other alternative and since it was only sex that the preacher wanted, she felt that giving in was the logical choice.

After dressing, she looked up at me and asked what I was going to do with the photos. I told her that I was going to expose the hypocritical bastard. She started to cry but stopped when I explained that I would be able to keep her identity a secret through the magic of computer software. She jumped into my arms and gave me a hug and a kiss, thanked me profusely and just as she started to leave, she looked back and said, “My son’s next lesson at the club is on Wednesday. That will give me the whole afternoon to do as I please.” With a wink, she was gone and I watched that beautiful ass wiggle back and forth as she strutted to her SUV. My groin started to react to her walk and I knew that it would be difficult to wait two whole days.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

He’s Not Attracted to Black Women

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

This is a Story about a submissive white man and a dominant Black BBW if you feel men should not be wimps and should always be in charge, go read something else. To those of you who enjoy that kind of thing, please read on. Comments are always welcome, even negative ones if they are constructive.

Goamz86

*

Phil was a lonely 25 year old nighttime custodian at the Braughton Industries building. He worked the swing shift cleaning the offices of highly successful professionals, and spent his late nights on-line playing out his fantasies with anyone who would indulge him. He was not a particularly attractive man. At 6′ 160, he lacked the stature that attracted the opposite sex, and his docile personality did nothing to help. He had dated in the past, always having to be a nice guy and become friends with a girl before he could muster the courage to ask her out. None of his relationships lasted long.

He liked his job because he didn’t have to deal with many people, and he didn’t have a boss breathing down his neck all the time. His overbearing mother had just passed away, and although he really did love her, living with her until her death from lung cancer had in the past dampened even his slightest hope of attracting women. To her credit, his mother had done well for herself and left him a small two bedroom home that was paid off, and a substantial bank account. This lent to his lack of motivation, and kept him right where he was, cleaning offices for a living and making $15.25/hour. It was fine with him, because there was always extra work to do, like buffing floors and shampooing carpets that he could get overtime for. Since he had no one waiting at home he was willing to stay late anytime his supervisor asked.

Tonight was one of those nights, and as he finished putting away the floor buffer, he looked at the clock. It read 2:14 AM. He grabbed his lunch pail and headed to the exit. He exited the elevator and as he approached the reception area in the lobby, he noticed a figure that he didn’t recognize. He remembered that old John the graveyard security guard had retired and he figured that this person must be his replacement. He walked up to the desk and the woman heard his footsteps.

“Hi” she said with a great big pearly white smile.

The brightness of her teeth was a contrast to her mocha colored skin. Her plump face brightened as the attractive 39 year old stood and extended her hand over the desk.

“My name is Georgia.” She cheerfully said.

Her eyes were as bright as her smile.

“I’m Phil, the night custodian.” He returned.

“I figured that. I have been watching you on my monitors” She said, referring to the eight screens she had tucked under the upper part of her round reception desk.

“Very nice to meet you.” Phil told her. “You are quite an upgrade from the last graveyard guy.”

Georgia dipped her head in appreciation.

“I will take that as a compliment.” She said a bit flirty.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable now, Phil tried to back pedal a bit, worried he might have offended her.

“I didn’t mean anything by that. Just that the last guard was like 90 and a man.”

“I know exactly what you meant.” She said teasingly as she wiggled her full figure at him.

“Well, Georgia could you let me out, it has been a long night and I would like to go home.”

“Sure thing doll, any big plans for the rest of your night?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Her confidence was a bit unnerving to Phil, and as he stood and waited for her to walk out from behind her desk, he mumbled a reply. As she came into view from behind her desk, Phil noticed her figure. She had wide hips and a full round “Black woman’s” butt that filled up the knee length skirt she wore. Her legs were remarkably thin for the frame that they seemed to be supporting, and her high heeled shoes didn’t seem appropriate for someone in her position.

He looked up to follow her, and caught an eyeful of her larger than life tits. He couldn’t stop staring at them as she breezed by. Then he turned to watch her hips shake under that tight fitting skirt as she led him to the exit.

Phil had recently developed an obsession for larger women. He loved big tits and large round asses. Since his love life was non existent, he spent a lot of time on the internet, and as he searched “Big tits”, he found that many sites came up with BBW’s. He soon found out what that meant. His masturbating habits involved many pictures of these Big Beautiful Women. He soon found himself craving, even obsessing over them. However, he had really never been attracted to black girls, and he just dismissed the familiar tingle in his groin as he walked to the door behind Georgia.

Georgia deliberately bent at the waist when she unlocked the door, pushing her full, round ass out. She figured if Phil liked staring at her tits so much, he might want a good look at her rear. He did take a look, a long look, but again dismissed his dirty thoughts. He started to walk around Ataşehir Esmer Escort her as she stood and opened the door for him. As he walked by, Georgia gave him a little pat on his rear.

“See ya soon sweets.” She quipped

Phil turned and looked at her with a puzzled look, then walked to his car.

Georgia locked the door and returned to her desk. Georgia then began to formulate her plan. See, what Phil didn’t know, was that he had just fallen into the web of a sexually dominating black woman whose favorite game was making what she called “little white boys” her play things. She could tell by his reactions during the past few minutes, that Phil would be her next acquisition.

Over the next few weeks Georgia began putting her plan into action. When Phil stayed late, she invited him to join her as she ate lunch. She purposely steered the conversations toward sex, and found that he was attracted to large women. She constantly caught him staring at her tits, and would even unbutton her tops to entice his stares. She liked making him uncomfortable with her conversations. On many occasions she would move very close to him, even brushing up against him with her tits or ass.

Phil noticed these signs, but continued to convince himself that he was not attracted to Georgia despite the tingle in his groin and the stiffness in his cock when they talked.

Finally, one day Georgia decided it was time to pounce. She asked Phil if he could come to her house to help her move some furniture. She had to make room for a couch table she had purchased. He agreed and they made arrangements for him to be at her house about 2:00 PM the next day. That would give him plenty of time to help her and still be to work by 3:00.

The next afternoon he found himself on her porch. He rang the doorbell and waited. Georgia swung the door open and invited him in. Phil was stunned by her attire. She only had on a full-length teal colored silk robe, tied at the waist, and a pair of sexy looking slippers. As she moved, her soft voluptuous body shook and danced under the robe’s tenuous confines. Phil of course could not take his eyes off her huge round tits as they filled out her robe. Georgia didn’t have the robe pulled very tight and her plentiful cleavage was in plain view. When she walked, he could see her smooth legs peak out from between the overlapped robe flaps.

“Sorry about this.” She said pointing at what she was wearing. “I just got out of bed.”

Of course she was lying. It was all part of her little plan to possess Phil in every way.

“No problem.” Phil managed to spit out, never taking his eyes off her body.

Suddenly, all those reassurances to himself that he was not attracted to black women, just disappeared as his cock began to swell in his work pants.

“I can wait while you change.” He told her.

“Nonsense, you don’t have time for that.” She told him.

“The couch is right over hear, we just need to move it to there, so I can put the table behind it.” She said, pointing to a specific spot in the living room.

They both walked to opposite sides of the couch and reached down to pick it up. As she did, Georgia’s robe fell forward and opened quite wide, giving Phil a clear shot of her hanging mammories. His cock swelled more and became uncomfortable in his pants. Georgia of course noticed him staring down her top and chuckled to herself. Phil’s stiff dick made it very hard to do what he needed to do over the next 10 minutes, but he managed to move the two pieces of furniture and keep his erection somewhat concealed.

“Well, that didn’t take any time at all, now did it?” Georgia commented. “Have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink.”

“No, that’s ok, I gotta get to work.” Phil told her, wanting to remove himself from the uncomfortable situation.

“You have plenty of time, have a seat, I insist.” She told him.

The inflection in her voice told Phil he really didn’t have a choice. He sat and waited as Georgia disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of soda. She sat next to him with one leg on the floor and one leg bent on the couch so that her knee was against the back of it. This of course gave Phil another view of her body, this time of the smooth, dark skin of her inner thigh. Georgia laid her arm across the back of the couch and her robe “accidentally” fell open at the top.

Phil could now see the silky material of her peach colored bra, a sexy contrast to the darkness of her skin. His cock was getting very hard now. He sipped his soda and tried not to stare at all the exposed flesh.

Georgia took great pleasure in Phil’s discomfort. She did nothing to cover her exposed body and watched as he tried to hide his growing erection. Seeing this, she went in for the kill.

“Phil, I have a question for you.” She told him.

“Yes?” he replied nervously.

“You and I have had many conversations about what makes us tick, and you have told me more than once that you are attracted to ‘large’ Ataşehir Eve Gelen Escort women” she said, making quote marks with her fingers. “If that is true, why haven’t you made any advances toward me?”

Phil was extremely uneasy now. He searched for a politically correct way to answer. However, he couldn’t find one, so he just decided to tell what he thought was the truth.

“I……I….I’m really just not attracted to black women.” He said with a shake in hid voice.

“What?” she said with mock insult. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” He told her.

Georgia stood up and instantly untied her robe, swung it open and dropped it to the ground.

“How could you not be attracted to this?” she asked as she twilled around once.

Phil’s jaw dropped as his eyes took in the sight of her sexy, well curved form. Her bra and matching panties looked so sexy on her dark skin and her tits spilled out the top of her bra. His cock was rock hard now.

Georgia approached him and bent at the waist, causing her massive flesh mounds to almost fall out of her bra. They tangled in front of his face. He suddenly felt her hand caress his throbbing manhood.

“Well white boy, your mouth may say you’re not attracted to black women, but your dick says differently.” She told him.

His cock was throbbing under her grasp. He stared lustfully at her huge hanging tits. He couldn’t believe how sexy they looked encased in the silky pale colored bra. His cock pulsed rapidly.

“You like Georgia’s big, round, black tits don’t you Philip?” She asked him, emphasizing the word “black”.

He noticed how she talked in the third person and referred to him as “Philip”, almost like she was his mother. He found this extremely exciting.

“Go ahead touch ’em.” She said.

He reached out and lifted them with his hands, feeling there weight. They were soft, yet pleasantly firm. He felt the nipples poke his palms through the silky material of her bra.

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice. I knew you couldn’t resist Georgia’s biggest assets. Georgia sees you staring at them all the time. Squeeze them harder my little one” She coaxed him, again speaking in the third person.

Phil found this to be such a turn on, even though he found her comment troubling. What did she mean by, “She knew he couldn’t resist her assets.”? It was almost as if she had planned all this.

Of course she had. Georgia had him right where she wanted him. She knew he would be yet another submissive little white boy to add to her stable. She rubbed his throbbing cock faster through his pants, coaxing him toward an orgasm.

“That’s it, sweetie, play with Georgia’s big, round titties.”

Phil fondled her massive flesh bags and listened to her take control. He was mesmerized by her tits, and his full attention was on them when he suddenly felt his balls tighten and release a full load of his love juice through his rigid cock and into his pants. He grunted and groaned with intense pleasure as his cock spasmed over and over, making a complete mess inside his uniform pants, even leaving a very noticeable dark spot on the outside.

When he was done, his body fell back against the couch spent. He watched as Georgia grabbed her robe and covered herself. He had never experienced that much excitement and had such an orgasm without taking his cock out of his pants.

“You better get to work suga’, or you’ll be late.” Georgia told him.

Phil looked at his watch. He only had ten minutes to get there. He looked at his pants and panicked. He could never get home and back to work in time. He would have to go to work with a big dark stain on his pants. He went to the bathroom and tried to clean up to no avail.

“See you at work.” Georgia said to him with a snide little smirk on her face as he ran out of her home.

All afternoon and evening Phil’s head spun. He was so conflicted. Embarrassed at how Georgia had manipulated him into that situation and sent him to work looking like he wet his pants, but he also was so turned on by how she had made him feel during the whole experience.

Phil hurried through his duties, hoping to get out of there before Georgia showed up for her graveyard shift. He needed some time to sort out all that had happened earlier. About 8:00 his cell phone rang, and he answered it. It was his boss. He needed Phil to do some extra cleaning in the main conference center before a client meeting the next day. Phil knew this meant he would not be able to avoid Georgia. He did what he needed to do, and about 1:00 AM, he headed toward the main security desk to leave.

As he approached, Georgia spun in his direction.

“Hello my little one how was your night?” She asked.

Phil heard her, but couldn’t answer. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Georgia was sitting at her desk and her top was unbuttoned all the way down to the waistband of her skirt. She was massaging her tits through the same bra she had worn earlier. Phil just stared with his mouth agape Ataşehir Evi Olan Escort and his cock stiffening.

“Wanna play with Georgia’s big, black titties some more suga’?” She asked, again emphasizing the word “Black”.

Phil couldn’t believe her forwardness. How could she do this at work right at her desk in the lobby?

Georgia knew there was no risk. The only camera in the lobby pointed toward the entrance door, no one would be able to see any of this. She pinched her rock hard nipples through the silky material of her bra as Phil stood mesmerized by the sight of her.

“Don’t just stand there, get over here and give my fun bags some attention.” She told him.

As if in a trance, Phil moved around the circular desk and entered through the opening. Standing directly in front of her, he reached out to feel the objects of his desire, only to have his hand slapped.

“Not so fast!” she scolded him.

He recoiled his hand and rubbed it with his other hand to soothe the sting that pulsed through it.

“First things first my little white boy.” She told him.

Phil found the change in her demeanor confusing.

“This afternoon was a gift.” She explained. “From now on if you want to play with Georgia’s big, black titties, you have to earn it.”

She stood up. She was not taller than him, but her size made him suddenly feel small. Her tits jutted out from her chest and teased him as they brushed against his boney chest. He felt Georgia’s hands on his shoulders. She pressed down on them and commanded him to his knees.

As he lowered his body, he gazed at her bra covered mounds and the nipples poking though the thin silky material. Oh how he wanted to play with them again. He felt his knees hit the floor. It was then that he noticed that Georgia was not wearing her uniform. Instead, in front of his nose he could see her blouse was open, exposing her full tummy, and it was tucked into a short, black, leather skirt.

He watched as she grabbed the sides of the skirt and began to pull it up. His eyes dropped down and noticed the tall sexy heels and her nylon covered legs as they gradually came into view. The nylons were a close match to her bra. He was again delighted when he discovered they were stockings and the lacy tops became visible. His cock jumped in his pants. He loved stockings. He couldn’t believe his eyes when her puffy, hairless pussy came into view. She wasn’t wearing panties. The skin seamed to be darker in that area than the rest on her body, and he stared endlessly at her dark slit. Georgia parted her lips with her hands and the beautiful pink folds of her labium appeared.

“You can play with Georgia’s big, fat, black tits after you make her cum. Now lick!” she commanded.

Phil lowered his face to her steamy cunt and began to lick the length of her pussy. From hole to clit he lathered it with his tongue. He sucked her clit and flicked it mercilessly. He felt Georgia’s hand on the back of his head. She pushed his face against her gash and moaned appreciatively.

“You white boys are all the same.” She told him. “Flash you some tit and your putty in Georgia’s hands.”

Again Phil found the comment odd, but didn’t care. He continued to devour her juicy puss as she rode his face to a thunderous orgasm. He couldn’t believe the force with which she came.

“Yea, that’s it my little white pet, eat Georgia’s pussy. Georgia’s gonna cum.” She screamed, forcing his face deep into her folds.

“Eat me! Suck me! Lick my cum!” she demanded.

Phil did all those things. He engulfed her throbbing snatch with his mouth and tongue and her body shook uncontrollably through her orgasm.

When it had passed, she crumpled into her chair, panting violently. Phil just remained on his knees, his face covered in her juices, watching her incredible chest raise and fall with each breath.

“Man you white boys sure can eat pussy.” She gasped.

There it was, that comment again, “white boys”, like he was one of many that she had do this for her. He just continued to stare at her exposed body as she recovered from her climax.

“Ok my suga’ you’ve been a good little cunt licker. You deserve a reward.” She said to him straightening up in her chair.

“Stand up and let me see that dick of yours.” She demanded, as she reached around behind her to unfasten her bra.

Phil stood, but didn’t expose himself. He had quite a noticeable tent in his work pants, but he didn’t open them. He stood with his hands covering his bulge as he witnessed Georgia’s massive mounds fall down her chest when her bra was released.

She pulled the bra away from her breasts and Phil gawked at their beauty. Her areolas were dark as milk chocolate, and as big as a rose bud in full bloom. Her stiff nipples were thick and long like a bite size Tootsie Roll. He wanted to taste them.

Georgia discarded her bra to the ground and looked at Phil. “Well, come on; let’s see that thing I played with this afternoon.” She told him.

He didn’t move.

“What are you waiting for?” She snapped.

“I………I……I don’t want to…….you know.” He stuttered a reply.

“Why not, don’t you want to put that thing right here between Georgia’s big, fat, black titties?” She asked as she lifted her soft mounds and squeezed them together.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Casey’s Double Life Ch. 02

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Letter from the author: This story contains these of male submission and a bit of humiliation, along with some female domination and cheating. If you find these themes offensive, please find another story. Leaving comments about what a pussy the main character is or what a slut or bitch the female character is, is just counterproductive. I do however enjoy comments good and bad as long as they are constructive or have a shred of thought to them. Thanks to all of the readers who have encouraged me to continue to write. Please let me know if you think I should continue this story beyond this chapter.

Goamz86

*

It had been over a week since Casey had seen Tabitha. She would not return his calls or his texts. He just figured she was too mad at him to fix, or she had found another man. He was of course disappointed in these developments, but figured there was really nothing more he could do besides apologize. He had seen Cara almost every night since then, and the progression of their sexual activities from tender lovemaking to male dominated/female submissive dirty encounters was swift. They had screwed a couple times since that last night with Tabitha, and Cara had really begun to get into her role, and Casey had taken her lead. The sex was really good, but Casey just couldn’t get Tabitha’s encounter with the guy in the parking lot out of his head. He had even masturbated more than once to the images that floated around in his head about that night.

That Saturday night Cara’s friend Jenna invited Casey and her to go to a club they liked with her and Jesse. The four of them drank and had a great time chatting and dancing all night. Around 1AM they all left the club to go home. Casey was a bit drunk and so was Cara, but neither one of them was as messed up as Jesse and Jenna. Casey talked Jesse out of his keys and sent Jenna and him home together in a taxi. Cara was getting frisky with Casey as they walked toward his car. He was not sure he should be driving, but his mind was far from that problem right now, as Cara walked next to him telling him all the dirty things she was going to do to him when they got home.

“I’m gonna make you a happy man when we get home baby.” She told him as she reach between his legs and squeezed his package.

Casey just smiled at her.

“I’m gonna suck your cock like no one has ever sucked your cock.” She told him.

This little comment inevitably made Casey think of Tabitha. She was the one who had sucked Casey’s cock the best in the past, so she was the one Casey would be comparing Cara to. As they approached the car Casey’s thoughts returned to Tabitha’s story. He got an idea.

“Why wait?” He asked Cara. “If you wanna suck my cock, do it now.”

Cara was shocked. She would never had imagined that, not in public like this, not where anyone walking by could see.

“NO!” she said exasperatedly. “You think I’m some kind of slut?”

“Yes.” He replied. “You’re my little slut!”

As soon as he said it he felt horrible. He was just about to apologize when Cara dropped to a squatting position and began digging at his zipper.

Cara didn’t even understand Why she did it. Was it was the booze or the recent turn of events in her sex life? Something inside her got excited when Casey called her that. Maybe it was just because she liked him so much, and he was such a great guy, being called that didn’t mean the same thing as if it came from some stranger. She opened his zipper and pulled out his hardening prick. She sucked it into her mouth and made it hard.

Casey was flabbergasted. He just grabbed her head like he knew she liked, and began guiding her back and forth on his stiff reed. He moaned and groaned and didn’t even notice several couples that passed as he got his dick sucked. Cara noticed. She noticed more han a few people walking by, but it only made her feel naughtier and sexier, especially when she heard one of the guys alert his companion to what was going on. She heard him ask the girl to do that, and she gasped in disgust and walked away., referring to Cara as a tramp. Cara liked being “Slutty” for Casey.

Casey’s mind wandered to Tabitha and her story. He couldn’t believe it was happening to him. He grabbed Cara’s head harder and fucked her face with a bit of force, imagining it was Tabitha and she was sucking his prick, just like the big fat cock of the guy she told him about. This made him so hard that he had to fuck this slut and he had to fuck her now. He pulled Cara off his cock and stood her up. She tried to kiss him, but he turned her around and bent her over the hood of his car. Cara was wearing a pair of pants with an elastic waistband. Casey shoved his fingers down the back of her pants and in one motion, pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles. He shoved his finger up her sizzling pussy. He bent down so his face was right next to Cara’s ear.

“You really are my slut aren’t you?” He whispered in her ear.

“Yes!” Cara moaned, enjoying the feel of his finger in her snatch.

Just like before, Casey’s mind was on Tabitha, and he was imagining her bent over the car.

“Does my slut want to get fucked right here Ataşehir escort bayan in the parking lot?” He said, this time a little louder as he stood up and positioned himself behind her.

“Oh Yes!” Cara moaned.

Casey grabbed his dick and positioned it at her drooling hole, then plunged it balls deep into her. Cara screamed out with pleasure as Casey began a slow, forceful fucking of her from behind. He grabbed her hips and slammed his prick in hard and as deep as he could. Cara just grunted each time and moaned with delight.

“You like that slut?” Casey asked her.

“Yes! Yes, Fuck me harder!” Cara whimpered.

Casey’s pace increased. A few more couples came out of the club and noticed the two of them. Cara noticed some of them, and again made her feel dirty and sexy all at the same time. Casey was oblivious. All he could see was Tabitha in front of him getting fucked by his big fat cock, just like the guy she told him about.

The excitement got too much and Cara came just seconds before Casey pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over Cara’s ass and her shirt. Feeling satisfied with himself, he pulled up his pants and leaned over Cara again and whispered in her ear, “You are definitely a slut.” And then he walked away.

When he was only a few steps away, Cara called his name. Casey turned around and realized what he had just done and said. He rushed back to her as she was standing up and pulling her pants up.

“Where are you going? Are you sure you are ok to drive?” Cara asked him.

Casey put his hand around her and began to apologize again for his behavior. He could feel his cum all over her shirt.

“Stop saying you’re sorry. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.” She told him, kissing him on the lips. “That was really exciting big boy. I like being your little slut.”

Casey couldn’t believe his ears. How could he be any luckier? This girl was everything he could ever imagine. How could he be cheating on her with his ex? The guilt instantly racked him. He had to get out of there.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow. I gotta go, I don’t feel well all of a sudden.” He lied. “You’re gonna drive Jesse’s car home right? I’ll call you tomorrow I promise.” Then he rushed away.

Cara grabbed her purse off the ground and retrieved Jesse’s keys . Then using the alarm, she located it. She took a deep sigh of satisfaction and headed off to drive herself home.

All the way home Casey kept telling himself he would not cheat on Cara again. She was perfect. She was so nice and caring and now all of a sudden, a total slut in bed. He resolved to not see Tabitha if she ever called again.

He got home, went up stairs and took a shower. His guilt was overwhelming. He needed to stop what he was doing. He wanted to call Tabitha and tell her not to call again. However, he didn’t trust himself to do what he needed to do. He knew he had no will power with her and he would probably just end up sleeping with her again. Furthermore, deep down inside he knew he didn’t really want to do it. He still loved Tabitha and he still wanted her. So he just decided he would do nothing, that way he would not have to deal with Tabitha at all unless she called him. He would work out exactly what he would say if she called.

He got out of the shower and was going to bed when there was a knock on the door. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants and headed for the door. His first thought was that it was Cara checking up on him to make sure he got home safely, but as he got closer to the door, he had that nagging feeling that there was trouble on the other side of the door. He closed his eyes and willed it to be Cara, but as he swung the door open and opened his eyes; his biggest fear was standing on his porch staring him right in the face.

“Hey Babycakes, how’s my little man?” she quipped with a sexy little sneer on her face.

“NO Tabitha, No, No, No, No!” Casey told her. “You have to leave. I can’t see you anymore.” He said sternly. Casey’s mind began to wonder. How the hell does this woman know when to show up at the wrong time every time? Her timing is unbelievable.

What Casey didn’t know was that Tabitha had been at the club as well this evening, and she had watched them all night just planning her attack. She could hardly believe it when she followed them outside and watched from a distance as Cara sucked his dick and he fucked her over the hood of the car, just like she had told Casey about her doing not two weeks ago. She had planned to text him when they went home to Casey’s place and see how much fun she could have with him, knowing Cara was right there. When she noticed Cara go the other way as she left the club, she couldn’t believe her luck, now she could prove to herself that Casey still wanted her even after he had had that nasty sex in the club parking lot. Nothing made her feel more confident that seducing Casey when she knew he knew it was wrong.

“What?” Tabitha said. “You don’t wanna see your Tabby Cat, baby?” She had walked right in without permission and closed the distance between them. She now had her mouth right next to his ear. “You Escort Ataşehir don’t want Tabby to tell you a new story? You don’t want to hear about how she got fucked like a dirty little slut in the storage closet at work by another stud with a big fat cock?” she whispered in his ear as she reached down and squeezed his already hardening dick through his silky pajama bottoms.

“No!” Casey said, backing away from her and retreating deeper into his apartment.

Tabitha just followed him in and closed the door behind her, never taking her eyes off of his.

“You don’t want to hear how Darren, that was his name, unbuttoned my blouse?” She had already begun to unbutton the top she was wearing. She only had two buttons left, and Casey could see she was wearing one of her sexy silky bras. Nothing made him hotter than seeing her big round tits in one of those. This one was a deep dark maroon color. He instantly imagined himself grabbing her tits encased in that bra, feeling the silky material on his hands as he squished her soft mounds in his hands. He snapped back to reality.

“No!” he replied as he continued to back up.

She moved toward him at a deliberately slow pace, pulling her top off to reveal her perfect bra covered tits. Once again he stared at them in that sexy bra. He looked at the deep long line of her cleavage. He pictured his dick sliding between those big, beautiful, soft, fleshy mounds.

“You don’t want to hear how he buried his face in these titties?” She asked, grabbing the objects of his desire and mashing them together in her bra, causing them to partially spill out of the top of that bra.

“No.” Casey replied, but this time his objection was much weaker. His retreat had halted as well, and soon Tabitha was right in front of him, half undressed. She closed the remaining distance between them and pressed her silky bra covered tits against his bare chest as she leaned into whisper in his ear.

“Then he squeezed these big ole titties and bit my nipples hard.” She told Casey. As she reached down to Casey’s stiff dick, she continued, “He was so rough Baby, and I loved it so much. She reached inside the floppy hole of his pJ pants, pulled out his stiff member and began stroking it as she continued her story. Casey instantly began moaning his consent. “Then you know what he did Babycakes?” She paused waiting for him to reply, but he didn’t “He pushed me down and told me to suck his cock.”

Casey moaned loudly at her dirty words. Tabitha was stroking faster now and breathing deeply into his ear as she spoke to him.

“I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Oh Honey, it was so big and fat. I wasn’t sure I would be able to even suck on it” Tabitha exaggerated a bit.

This caused Casey to moan again, visualizing Tabitha on her knees in front of him. Tabitha squeezed his dick harder and stroked with a little more purpose.

“I slid that big fat cock into my mouth and sucked it like a perfect little slut.” Tabitha teased him. “Oh Babycakes, you would have been so proud of your Tabby Cat.” She was just being down right cruel with the nicknames and such, but all it did was turn Casey on more. “I sucked and sucked, and he held my head and fucked my dirty little mouth.”

The last line was all Casey could handle his dick exploded and cum shot out all over the floor as he grunted and groaned. Tabitha chuckled inside as she continued to milk his dick until it was all spent. Then the cruel streak continued.

“It’s o.k. sweety, you don’t have to be embarrassed that you came so quick. Not everyone can be as long lasting as Darren.” She told him, talking to him like a child that had just misbehaved.

Casey was not embarrassed. Well, he wasn’t until Tabitha put the thought in his head. Now he was, but before he could react, Tabitha continued to talk to him.

“I’m sure this little thing will get hard again by the time I finish my story. Then you can fuck your naughty little Tabby Cat.” She was still stroking his wilting prick, and squeezed it when she referred to it as his “little thing”. She pressed her tits against his chest again and continued with her story.

“Then Darren stood me up and turned me around. He bent me over an old chair in the closet, pulled my skirt up over my ass, pulled my g-string to the side and shoved that big fat cock up my wet, wet pussy.” She emphasized the word “wet” both times.

Tabitha shifted mode and suddenly she was not servicing Casey. She put her hands on Casey’s shoulders and pushed him to his knees. He tried to stop at her tits and play with them, but Tabitha would have none of that. She continued pushing down until he was on his knees in front of her. Then she lifted her skirt and exposed her panties. They were a g-string as well and matched the color and material of her bra and Casey could see a dark spot already where her juices had wet them. The smell was unmistakable, and Casey knew how horny she was.

“Go on Babycakes, take ’em off.” She told him.

Casey did as he was instructed. Then he just stared up at Tabitha.

“You want to lick your Tabby while she finishes her story?” Ataşehir Rus Escort She asked.

Casey just nodded. He never really noticed how much control she was wielding over him, or how submissive he was being. He just wanted to make her love him again, and he really wanted lick that pussy badly.

“Go ahead Baby. It’s alright.” Tabitha condescended to him.

Casey dove in and Tabitha moaned her approval, “Mmmmmmm Yeah.”

“He shoved that big fat cock in my pussy and showed me who was boss.” Tabitha continued her story.

Casey licked and sucked and nibbled and made a complete mess of his face as he devoured Tabitha’s hot, hungry hole.

“Oh Casey you are such a good little pussy licker. Don’t stop a thing you are doing.” She told him. “Darren was such a stud Baby, He made me moan and scream and made me feel like a dirty little slut as he pounded my pussy. I must have cum three times before he did. But, Oh My gawd, when he came, oh Baby you would not have believed the amount of cum that came out of that great big cock.”

Just then, Casey bit Tabitha’s clit. That, plus the recollection of her experience with Daren, made Tabitha cum. Her body shook and she tried to continue her story, “His cock filled my…….Oh shit….I’m cumm……. I could feel it coating my cun……….Oh shit, Don’t stop Babbycakes, More, more ……..I’m….Oh Fuck!!!!!!!”

She exploded inside and she grabbed Casey’s head and jammed it into her flooding pussy as she came and came and came like a wanton whore.

Casey never let up. Finally she pushed him away and made her way on wobbly knees to the couch where she collapsed in exhausted satisfaction. Casey just stayed on the floor staring at her.

“Oh Casey, Baby, that was great. Your tongue is amazing.” She told him breathlessly.

Casey just stared and waited until she had recovered. Then he looked at her with an expectant look on his face until Tabitha noticed.

“What?” She asked.

“You know.” Casey replied.

“No Baby, what is it?”

“You, You uh, said you know, I could fuck you.” He said shyly.

Tabitha looked at him and then down at his dangling dick, “How do you expect to do that when your dick isn’t even hard.”

“It will get it hard. Just give me a minute.” He told her.

“OK, go ahead.” She said. “But I don’t think you’re gonna get it up again tonight.”

Casey began stroking his dick trying to get it up. However, between Tabitha’s lack of confidence, his nervousness caused by his need to prove her wrong, and having already cum twice in the last couple hours, there was no way his dick was going to get hard. He tried everything, staring at her bra coved tits, staring at her pussy, closing his eyes and picturing Darren pounding her in the storage closet. No matter what he did it wasn’t going to happen.

“You could help!”Casey told her.

“Oh baby, I’m really not in the mood to give a blow job.” She told him.

Casey tried for a few more minutes to no avail. Finally Tabitha stood up and kissed him on the forehead as if he were her kid seeing her off to work. “Maybe next time Babycakes. I gotta get home. You can keep those as a souvenir.” She quipped, pointing at her panties. Then just as fast as she had appeared, she was gone out the door.

Casey was pissed. Once again he had failed to get it up when offered Tabitha’s pussy. He cursed his cock and himself for their inadequacies, and stood up to go to bed. He reached down and picked up Tabitha’s panties. He used them to wipe his face. As he did he could smell her scent. He inhaled deeply the aroma from her panties, and as he did, his prick stirred to life as if on cue.

“Oh yeah, now you work!” He scolded his dick as he looked down to see it continued to stiffen. He smelled her panties again and went to bed. He lay there for a while cursing his two missed opportunities. He told himself it would not happen again. If given the opportunity again, he would not fail. He had to fuck her again, he just had to.

————————————————-

Several days later Casey was at his office working when Cara came to see him just before lunch. He was pleasantly surprised to see her, as he was not expecting her. She was dressed for work as well, wearing a skirt, nice button up blouse and heels.

“Thought I would surprise you for lunch.” She told him.

“Very nice.” He replied. “I have one thing I need to finish before we can go.”

“No Problem I’ll wait.”

Casey continued working as Cara took a seat on the other side of his desk and crossed her legs . Casey couldn’t help taking a peek here and there because her skirt was loose fitting and had fallen off her hip on one side exposing a whole lot of her upper leg and even a hint of her butt. Cara noticed his glances and began to tease a bit. She shifted in her chair so her exposed hip was closer and more visible to Casey, even adjusting so that more of her cheek was visible. Casey’s prick stirred and he thought of how he would love to just take Cara over his desk right now and fuck her silly. This made his dick even harder as the images danced in his brain. He was having a hard time concentrating on his task. These thoughts quickly reminded him of the story Tabitha told him the other night about her fling at work with that other guy. Now his dick was rock hard. Tabitha didn’t help any when she began dangling her heel from her foot right in front of him.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Harem Days

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Animated Gif

The job advertisement left little to the imagination.

Sensuous, genuinely bisexual, woman wanted to provide personal services to wealthy Egyptian family. He is rich older businessman (64), with voyeuristic tendencies. Wife is a well-preserved 50, with large 42DD breasts and long black hair. She has strong bisexual tendencies and loves to make love to younger men and women while her impotent husband watches. Woman will also be expected to serve as companion to beautiful pregnant daughter. Rewards will great for right woman.

I had sent in my application, describing my sexual relationships with women as well as men. I sent photographs too, revealing pictures of my very curvaceous oriental body with ample breasts and full arse. And now, after touching down at Cairo airport and finding myself being met and driven to Mr Aziz`s house by a big black chaffeur, I was tingling with excitement and some trepidation at what was certain to be an epoch in her life.

I considered myself to be a sensuous woman, to be sure. Indeed, I have come to believe myself to be almost a nymphomaniac with my recurring lustful thoughts. But to become a virtual harem girl to an eastern family, to give myself over purely to the pleasures of the flesh, was intoxicating yes, but also disturbingly decadent. Could I follow through with it? Could I become a slut, open for the attentions of others on demand? I was about to find out.

The car passed through large iron gates, opened by the gatekeeper as we approached, and then drove up a substantial tree-lined drive – so lush and peaceful after the dusty crowded streets of the city. Pulling up outsider the steps of the palatial house I was met by a black woman who introduced herself as Marcella, the housekeeper. She was attractive and voluptuous and warm and immediately put me at my ease. She told me that the mistress of the house was out and had given instructions that I should be shown up to my rooms, where I was to relax before dinner. Soon I found myself in a sumptuous set of rooms, with bedroom, drawing room with large sofa and television, and an en suite bathroom.

I ran myself a bath and lay back in the warm water. Gently I ran my razor over my legs and pussy. I wanted to be completely smooth and soft. After my bath I massaged moisturiser into my skin, added a good supply of eau de cologne, and then selected my tight figure hugging black dress, which reached somewhat above my knee, revealing my nicely toned legs. As I sat in the armchair flicking through the cable TV channels a knock was heard at my door. I opened it to see a mature woman with long black hair and wearing a loose flowing gown. I knew at once that this was Mrs Aziz, the mistress of the house and, I well knew, my soon to be lover.

‘Dearest Tiffany, I am so glad that you arrived here safely. And I’m so sorry not to have met you personally when you arrived. I’m afraid I was called away to a committee meeting. I hope Marcella has been looking after you.’

‘Oh yes, Mrs Aziz, perfectly. I love these rooms and have been freshening up somewhat in the bath.

‘Excellent, my dear, excellent. I hope Tiffany that you and I are going to be very good friends – very good friends indeed. You are certainly beautiful, my dear. Quite exquisite…’

She reached out her hand and placed it on my cheek. Stroking it. I blushed deeply and lifted my hand to hers, pressing it against my face.

‘Thank you’ I replied, looking down in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact.

‘No, my dear, it is I who must thank you for travelling so far to become part of our household. I want you to know that we will do everything we can to make your stay with us a satisfying one. Now, my sweet Tiffany, shall we go down to dinner? My husband is longing to meet you…’

I followed Mrs Aziz down the wide marble staircase and thorough into a large drawing room, richly decorated with floral wall coverings and furnished with cushioned divans and thick rugs. An elderly man with a thick shock of grey hair rose to meet me, smiling broadly.

‘Ah, my dearest, is this our charming friend Tiffany? Of course it is, of course it is. I am so pleased to meet you my dear, so please to meet you at last. I’m Kishan Aziz. How do you do? We have been so looking forward to your arrival, haven’t we my dear?’

Mrs Aziz, approaching me from behind, slipped a comforting arm around my shoulder and squeezed me gently.

‘Yes, my dear, we have. And is Tiffany not even more beautiful than her photograph?’

‘Oh yes, dear Tiffany, you are very beautiful indeed. But I think you must be hungry – shall we go through to eat?’

We entered the dining room together. At the head of the table stood three waiters – all dark skinned, a man and two women. All immaculately dressed. Mr Aziz sat at the head of the table and Mrs Aziz sat opposite me. The meal passed quickly as Mr Aziz spoke of his work, of Cairo, of Egypt and of his travels. As I listened I cast my gaze across to Mrs Aziz. I had not looked Ataşehir Türbanlı Escort at her properly before, being far too nervous and tense. Now in this more relaxed atmosphere I was able to contemplate her more intently.

Her thick black hair was open and hung down her shoulder and her back. Two golden clasps held it back from her eyes. Her complexion was smooth and obviously well cared for, her skin colour a wheaten brown. Her eyes were deep black, and this was accentuated by her dark eye shadow. Only her deep red lipstick stood out in contrast. Her top was loose and concealed her voluptuous body, but her arms were bare and gold and silver bangles hung around her wrists. She was a very handsome woman and obviously a powerful personality.

I liked mature women and had long fantasised about sensuous Middle Eastern women. Well, Mrs Aziz was everything I’d fantasised about and more. And when she looked up to see me gazing at her alluring beauty she held my gaze, smiling gently and running the tip of her tongue across her thick lips. I felt myself tighten across the chest with nervous anticipation. An erotic glow diffused through me. I could hardly bring myself to eat as my mind wandered to the delights, which I hoped, lay in store.

After dinner we returned to the spacious drawing room. Drinks were served and we sat on the soft cushioned sofas. Mrs Aziz smiled as we chatted and slid her manicured fingers through her luxuriant hair. She asked me about myself, my background, my likes – and dislikes. All the while I was becoming more comfortable in this woman’s presence. Quietly and unselfconsciously Mrs Aziz placed her hand on my left thigh, squeezing and stroking it gently whilst we talked. The sensation was electric and I could feel my cunt seeping dampness into my panties. To signal that I recognised and accepted her advances I placed my own hand on hers, keeping her hand on my thigh, letting her know that was what I wanted – that I was hers for the taking.

God I was feeling horny, my arousal increased by the pungent atmosphere of that room, combination of the scent of Mrs Aziz’s perfume, the burning of incense and the first puffs of Mr Aziz upon the sweet tobacco of his after-dinner hooka. This was what I had travelled east for – what I had fantasised about. And it was all happening so quickly. Truly I could learn to abandon myself to the erotic possibilities of this new world.

My reverie was only broken when Mrs Aziz rose from the sofa and expressed a wish to dance. She bent over to turn on the music system and then, as the rhythmic sounds began called across to one of the servants.

‘Moosuph, come and dance with your mistress please.’

From the shadows there stepped forth a tall, powerfully built man, smartly dressed in a dark suit. He was very black and I later learned he was Sudanese. I was somewhat surprised to see Mrs Aziz immediately press herself close into this man’s arms, her ample body soon held firm against this strong black man. She was swaying her hips to the music, and Moosaph was responding in kind. Her face was pressed against his chest and I almost gasped when I saw Moosaph run his hand through his mistress’s hair and hold her close. Somewhat alarmed I cast a gaze across to Mr Aziz, but found him gazing nonchalantly upon his wife, sprawled back against the cushions, an indulgent smile on his lips.

Remarkably this smile continued when Mrs Aziz lifted her head to gently kiss her black dancing companion. It was a short kiss but unmistakable. Equally unmistakable was the movement of the Sudanese’s hand over Mrs Aziz’s ample arse and the subtle movement of her own hand up to what I knew must be the servant’s cock. I was amazed and not a little shocked. But more strange still: I was actually a little jealous.

I had anticipated that it was I who would enjoy Mrs Aziz’s favours tonight. I was hot for this woman, my horny pussy demanding attention. And wasn’t this, after all, what I’d travelled 6,000 miles for? Yet here she was caught up in the very different charms of a young black man. Yes I was somewhat peeved all right. After watching this couple smooch and gyrate for half an hour or more I began to feel overcome with tiredness and felt my eyelids press to close. I rose from my seat and expressed a desire to go to bed, mentioning my long day.

‘Of course I understand, my dear…’ Mrs Aziz replied, breaking herself free from Moosaph. ‘You must be needing a good rest. Do let us know if you are wanting anything during the night…’

Mr Aziz also rose to wish me good night and I walked from the room, the music still beating out its rhythm. Casting my eye back I saw Mrs Aziz now cuddling up to Moosaph on the sofa. It was as a somewhat confused young woman that I entered my room and changed into my nightdress and slipped into bed.

It was shortly afterwards, just before I’d turned off the light, that a knock sounded from my door. Come in I replied and it was the comforting form Ataşehir Otele Gelen Escort of Marcella who came through the door. She was wearing a tight black top that set off her awesome curves to perfection. Her low cut front gave me a delicious look at her large black breasts. Sitting herself down on the edge of my bed she placed her hand on the outline of my leg through the sheet. Gently she stroked it.

‘Tiffany, my dear, Mrs Aziz sent me here to check that everything is satisfactory and that you are comfortable. Do you have all you want?’

‘Yes, Marcella, thank you. You have looked after me so well. The room, the bed, everything is wonderful. You have been most kind.’

‘Why thank you. It’s my privilege to serve you my dear. And I want you to know, Tiffany, that I’m here to meet all your needs, whatever they are…’

Lifting her hand from my leg Marcella reached up and brushed to one side the hair that was hanging over my eyes. She stroked my forehead again.

‘Umm, miss Tiffany, you are beautiful. You oriental girls have such smooth, flawless skin. I’m so glad that you have come to join us here. I wonder, would you let me kiss you goodnight?’

My juices were now alive in response to the sight and smell and touch of this voluptuous black woman. I didn’t hesitate.

‘Of course, Marcella, I’d like very much for you to kiss me good night. In fact I’d love you to…’

Her smile flashed white across her dark face. As she placed her right arm against the headboard, leaning forward, her sumptuous cleavage dominated my gaze. Slowly, seductively, she leant forward and planted a tender kiss on my cheek. I sighed at the contact of her full lips. As she sat back up I looked into her dark eyes and reached my hand to clasp her arm.

‘Thank you Marcella. But I wonder if I might ask for a little more. Will you kiss me, please, as a woman should kiss a woman?’

‘Tiffany, my beautiful girl, you really don’t need to ask…’

Marcella again leant towards me and her lips touched mine. But this time she did not pull away. Instead out lips locked together. We kissed and kissed, our mouths opening to each other, to each other’s taste and sensation and smell. I had never kissed a black woman before. The experience was overpowering. Her lips were so full, her tongue so strong, searching out mine. My hands were clutching her head, feeling her thick curly hair, pulling her to me. But she needed no come-on from me. She pushed herself towards me, her fat bust pressing against my own large breasts. I was groping for her body, feeling her thick waist, her wide hips, her juicy black arse.

‘Oh Marcella, thank you. That was the best goodnight kiss I’ve ever had. But do you have to say goodnight? Could you stay with me, tonight, please? I’m feeling so horny, so turned on – too agitated to sleep. Please tell me you can stay.

‘Don’t you fret your pretty little head. Of course I can stay – I want to stay. I’m here for you girl, and believe me, I’m hot for you too. Now perhaps we should get a bit more comfortable, don’t you think?’

Marcella slipped herself from the bed and standing before me slid off her shoes. Reaching for the base of her tight black top she peeled it over her glorious bust and then over her head. Reaching around she unclasped the black skirt she was wearing and stepped from it. Her lingerie was black too, and substantial bra supporting her hefty tits.

First she pushed down her panties, to reveal a plump stomach and a thick mass of black pubic hair. The smell of her arousal filed the air. I gestured for her to give me the panties and she dropped them into my waiting hands. They were damp with her juice and her sweat. I raised them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I had never before encountered such raw sex. I licked the way up the middle of the fabric that, I knew, had nestled so close to Marcella’s cunt. God I was in heat.

Marcella then sat herself down again on the bed, with her back to me.

‘I wonder, darling, if you’d help release me from this bra?’

Leaning across I disengaged the metal clips and allowed the bra straps to open. As I did so in planted a kiss on the middle of Marcella’s smooth back.

‘Umm that feels so much better. Here, baby, wanna see what Marcella’s got for you?’

As Marcella turned to face me I gasped when I saw her massive black breasts. No longer supported by the heavy-duty bra they swung free and heavy. They dominated her body – and the room. I could look at nothing else. Under their weight they rested low on her body, meeting her round stomach. The nipples were large – about four inches wide – and very dark, almost black against her dark skin.

‘I hope you like a well-endowed woman, honey. I’m an all-natural EE-cup. They’re an effort to carry around all day – but a moments like these I find it worth it. Certainly my lovers – male and female – don’t complain. Mrs Aziz is especially appreciative. But then she loves a full-figured woman Ataşehir Ucuz Escort – and I can see you will do very well.’

Marcella pulled back the sheet as she said this and slid into the bed by the side of me. Instinctively I snuggled up against this woman’s soft, ripe, body. She lowered her mouth to kiss me again, tenderly this time, softly. We both knew that we had all night – that our lesbian love would be consummated completely. Tentatively, still somewhat in awe, I reached to support her left boob, loving the way the dark soft flesh spilled over my slender white hand.

‘They are right, dearest, they are so right to love your breasts. I loved them the moment I first saw you, their sculptured beauty against the outline of your tight dress. And now I’m in your arms, darling, feeling your softness. It’s too much, too much…’

What followed was a long and intimate session of the most tender and satisfying lesbian kissing as two women – one African, the other oriental, learnt to explore new sensations, to discover and relish new realms of womanly love. Feminine hands stroked soft feminine bodies, breasts and nipples met and merged, saliva was shared and tasted, the scent of perfume and feminine arousal was heady in the room, tongues entwined, and words of tender love exchanged. Above all, I felt whole and safe and aglow with desire.

Only after 30 or more minutes did we stop for air, to share our experience.

‘Marcella, darling, I have a confession to make. I’ve never been with a black person before. I’ve fantasised about it, looked at pictures, men and women in the street, but I’ve never done it before.’

‘Well honey, I’ve never been with an oriental beauty like yourself, so I guess that makes us even. But tell me some more about those fantasies of yours, girl. Do you fantasise about black men I wonder? I’m sure you do – don’t all white women love the thought of black cock?’

‘Yes I do Marcella. I’ve often thought about making love to a black man. To a black man with a thick black cock and a hungry mouth and a powerful body. Is it true, Marcella, what they say about black men? Have you been with many black men?’

‘Oh yes, it’s true all right. And I should know, honey, I’m married to one. He’s big and strong and he loves me real good – he fills me up and gives me all I need. Perhaps you’d like to join us some day – he’d love some sweet oriental pussy. But tell me, baby, do you ever fantasise about black women?’

Marcella’s voice dropped as she said this and she pressed her lips to my neck, resuming her seductive kissing, moving her dark red lips across my chest towards my heaving bosom. I slid my hand through her hair, holding her close.

‘Oh yes, darling, yes. I get very hot at the thought of making out with a black woman. I love the thought of exposing my pale skin to her gaze, of watching her dark fingers touch and explore my breasts. Of her thick lips meeting mine, of her tongue exploring my mouth….’

Marcella had placed her mouth on my right nipple now and was squeezing both my tits with her hands.

‘Tell me more baby about you and this black woman…’

‘God, she will take possession of me with her raw sensuality – she will overpower me and make me her slut. The smell of her will intoxicate me. I’ll become wet and aroused just being close to her. Ohhh, that’s good, I like this, I’ll….’

‘Go on Tiffany, tell me more about you and this black woman. What’s she like baby, what’s this black woman like?’

‘She’s voluptuous – she exudes sensuality. She’ll have lovely big breasts, fat and full and fertile. They’ll hang low on her body, with massive dark nipples. She’ll let me suckle on those breasts for hours, nourishing me and treating me like a baby. Her hips will be wide and will swing as she walks, and her arse, God, it will be so big and juicy and inviting – and she will show it off with tight clothes and keep me gagging for it – always.’

Marcella was now kissing my flat stomach, licking her way past my belly-button to navel. My cunt was on fire with anticipation and I was arching my back, gazing up at the ceiling.

‘And what about her pussy, dear. Have you ever thought about black lesbian pussy?’

‘Of course I have. Yes, it will be unshaven – a thick mat of black wet hair. And it will be dripping with her juices and the smell will be awesome. And amongst the black wet hair will be the dark fleshy lips of her cunt. They will be distended and soft and I’ll bury my tongue in her folds and I’ll feat on her juices and she will flow for me – a river of love for me, covering my face in her honey, baptising me with African desire, stamping her smell on me, making me hers.’

‘Her clit, honey, what about her clit.’

‘Big and vital and throbbing with desire. Aroused and hungry for my mouth, my tongue. God I’ll worship that clit, and she will want that – she will want me as her oriental lesbian whore, she will want me to worship her as a goddess – and I will, completely.’

I felt my thighs being pushed wide apart and I looked down to see Marcella gazing upon my shaven pussy – the pink lips open for her mouth, her touch, her love. She extended her long tongue and began to circle my cunt in powerful strokes. I lifted my legs up high before draping them over her soft rounded shoulders.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Kate Ch. 01

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

Jennifer looked over her coffee and frowned at her best friend Kate. The red-headed woman had been on a rant since the duo got to the café. Knowing her as well as she did it was probably something about her girlfriend, again.

“Jen are you even listening?” Kate asked as she straightened in her seat.

“Yeah, of course. Umm what’s the problem again?” Jen fought back at laugh at the look Kate gave her. “Fine, I spaced out. You know I don’t do the whole relationship thing well.”

“It’s Danny. We’ve been going out for five months now and she still won’t have sex with me. I just want what you and Jun having going on you know.” Kate said and retreated back behind her mug.

“Hold on there, weren’t you bragging last week about sex being great?”

Kate nodded. “Yeah, the sex is great but it’s just it’s always just me getting off. Whenever we do it she keeps her pants on. Every, damn, time and then this week she’s been avoiding me completely.”

“Huh.” Jen snickered and took a mouthful of coffee. “But don’t you two sleep in the same bed.”

“Yeah but she sleeps in her bloody jeans too!” Kate growled and stabbed at her food aggressively. “Like she got home and was tired from work and would go to bed straight away. Which is fine you know, because she works all day but then she rushes into the bathroom this morning and she locks me out.”

“Hmm…” Jen put a finger to her chin as she pondered it over. “Think she’s cheatin’ on ya?”

Kate’s eyes sunk lower than Jen had ever seen them go and the redhead gave her a lifeless shrug. “I mean, maybe.” Her sentence trailed off and she stared into her cup.

“Nah, it can’t be that Katie. The idiot can’t tie her own shoes without ya.” Jen chuckled, hoping to lighten the gloom that had fallen over their routine morning coffee. Jennifer had met the woman a month ago. She was nothing short of perfect for Kate. She definitely didn’t seem like the kinda girl that would screw around behind people’s backs. “Look Katie, She’s probably shy, afraid to make the first move or something like that. I’m not saying to go and rape your girlfriend Katie but you know, be firm. Got it?”

Kate nodded and took a large sip from her cup. A smile now resting on her face. “Got it. You’re the best Jen.”

“Uhuh, pay for me coffee then.”

“Mmm not happening.”

The morning continued in a refreshing change of topic to Jennifer’s girlfriend Jun. The duo trailed off into complaining about their respective partners until they eventually had to go their own ways. Jun had finished work and wanted Jennifer to pick her up so Kate bid her goodbye and hailed a cab so she could hurry home. She had a night to get ready for after all.

Danny groaned as she fished her keys out of her jeans. Work sucked, customers sucked, her colleagues sucked and food… She didn’t even want to get started on the food. Her gloom was only made worse by the fact that Kate was being super clingy currently. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the attention. She loved her girlfriend and she was really cute when she horny but ever since the start of the month she’d been very touchy-feely with Danny’s crotch. She looked down and frowned at the feeling of something pressing against the inside of her jeans. Before she could unlock the door, it swung open. Kate stood in the doorway. The redhead smiled as she grabbed onto Danny’s shirt and tugged her inside. “Hey babe, how was work?” She said and pressed herself against her girlfriend. Danny held her breath as she could smell Kate’s shampoo overpowering the smell of her sweat.

“Urgh, don’t get me started. I work with assholes. I just want to quit sometimes.” Kate laughed and earned herself a scowl. “Hey don’t laugh, it really sucks you know.” She said with a pout.

“Oh I know.” Kate pushed herself up on toes so she was level with Danny. Tightening her grip on her girlfriend’s T-shirt, she leant in and brushed her lips over hers. “God you taste like…”

“Ass? I thought you liked the taste of ass?” Danny laughed as Kate rolled her eyes and playfully punched her in the shoulder.

“Not that you ever let me eat that hot ass of yours baby.” Kate let her eyes linger on the backside of the woman’s jeans. “Want a coffee?” Kate asked and watched Danny nod, her cheeks were starting to turn red.

“God please.” Danny said dramatically and let Kate lead her over to the stools at their kitchen counter. She sat on one happily. They gave her a good angle of her girlfriend’s ass as she watched her with a smile. The redhead worked part-time in the coffee shop and was practically dancing around the kitchen. The outfit Kate was wearing didn’t help her focus either. She was wearing one of her shirts and a pair of shorts that just barely covered her ass.

“Baby?” Kate said, blushing herself as she realised Danny was staring at her.

“Hmm? Oh thanks.”

“No problem.” Kate sat the cup down and circled around her. Letting her arms fall over Danny’s shoulders, she whispered into her ear. “Baby I’m really horny.”

Danny coughed, istanbul escort choking on her coffee from her girlfriends stupid choice of words. She was suddenly all too aware of the breasts pressing against her back. “Oh yeah?” Danny said, trying to be calm about the situation.

“Mmm. You’ve been avoiding me all week and toys can only do so much.” She huffed. Her arms trailed down Danny’s sides and tugged at the hem of her jeans. “I wanna eat you out tonight.”

“R-right. Umm mind if I shower first?” Danny asked nervously. Trying to ignore the feeling swelling in her crotch.

“Sure but if you lock the door again I’m getting an axe. Baby I am going to sleep with you tonight. I need you.” Kate said softly, her voice nearly begging as her fingers dug tighter into the fabric of Danny’s jeans.

Danny melted as she met her girlfriend’s eyes and nodded. “I know babe, you’ve been jumping my bones all week.” Danny drank the rest of her coffee as fast as she could. Leaning in, she pressed a small kiss to Kate’s lips and smiled for her. “I’ll be quick okay.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting, baby.” Kate said and let her girlfriend get up, wiggling her ass as she made her way over to the couch. Plopping down into the cushions, she turned the TV over to Netflix.

Danny leant against the bathroom door and exhaled. Somehow she had managed to keep herself from taking Kate right there and then on the kitchen counter. Unzipping her jeans, she tugged them down and glared at the reason she’d never taken her pants off for Kate. She had a penis and a rather big one at that. With Kate being so damn horny all week, she had been hard nearly twenty-four seven. Letting herself slip under the shower, she winced at the feeling in her crotch. She’d grown too sensitive to touch herself even. Just the feeling of the warm water against her skin had her feeling really good. Her mind teased her as it went out to the woman waiting for her just beyond the door. With a deep breath, she pried herself out from the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She was tall, athletic and rather attractive in her own opinion. The faint covering of muscles on her body brought a smile to her lips. Quickly she untangled the knots in her hair and she pulled on her underpants before she moved out into the living room, not bothering with her jeans. She wouldn’t need them.

“Babe?” Danny called out softly as she approached the figure on the couch. It was dim but she could still make out the head of short red hair poking above the back of the couch. She stopped as she was met with the most calming blue eyes she had ever seen. “Hey.” In avoiding Kate all week, she’d forgotten how relaxing they were to stare into.

Kate gestured her closer and smiled at the sight of the dark blue haired woman. She had dyed it just after they started going out and stubbornly refused to change it back to her natural chocolatey brown. Not that it didn’t look good with her short boyish hairstyle. Her girlfriend had taken her cursed jeans off for once which made her happy. “Hey baby, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah.” Danny said and shook her head. “You’ve waited long enough right?” She said as she sat beside her. However Kate took the realisation that her girlfriend had a penis, it was going to happen tonight. “Babe I haven’t been honest these last five months. There’s something about me that I haven’t told you.”

“You’re not really cheating on me are you?” Kate said and bit her lip.

Danny eyes went wide and shook her head. “God no, you’re the only one for me, I wouldn’t. But its uhh… Fuck it, here.” Danny took Kate’s hand and pressed it against her crotch. The appendage swelled at her girlfriend’s touch. “This.”

Kate was quiet as she looked down to the object in her hands. She took a deep breath and took a moment to look at it. “Oh.”

“What do you mean, oh? I was so worried that you’d dump me for it. I still am.”

“Danny, I don’t care about that.” Kate leant over and pulled Danny into a kiss. Firmly holding their lips together as she leaned into it some more, smothering the blue-haired woman in kisses to show her how much she loved her. “Baby I love you for your heart and your ass. But that does ruin my plan of eating you out huh?” She chuckled and eyed Danny’s cock warily. “Fuck it’s big though.”

Danny looked at Kate, her eyes were fixed on her girlfriend who was taking it a lot better than she had ever expected. It never went so well in the past and who could blame them but then again Kate was different. She loved Kate from the bottom of her heart. “So you don’t care?”

“Nope, not if it means you’ll finally fuck me.” Kate said and laughed. “Baby, I am really horny.”

“Mmm I know. I’ve been hard all week because of you too. So what do you want to do?” Danny asked and closed her eyes. Letting her breath out as she felt Kate’s fingers sneak down under the hem of her boxers and over her length. She gasped as Kate’s fingers tightened around her and slowly worked her back and forth. It felt escort bayan a hundred times better when than when she touched herself. “God that feels good.”

“Yeah baby?” Kate asked and smiled at the sight of the pleased look on her girlfriend’s face. She loved every second of it. Danny nodded and bit her lip to stifle her moaning. The last thing she wanted to do was wake the neighbourhood. Kate stopped. Her fingers released Danny’s penis to tug at her underpants instead. “Baby can I take these off?”

Danny nodded and gulped when Kate leant close and tugged her underpants down with her teeth. She watched as Kate slid down the couch and knelt in between her legs. Kate put her hands on Danny’s knees, gently prying them open. “Babe…”

“Mm if it’s what I think then sure, but you know I’m a lesbian.” Kate wrapped her fingers softly around Danny’s cock again, running her fingers down to the woman’s hilt. Her hands curiously exploring every inch of Danny’s penis. “I’ve never even touched a dick before.” She said before she put her mouth to another use. Pressing her lips against the tip, she started down her girlfriend’s penis with delicate little kisses. “Is this good?” Kate asked and kissed Danny’s cock.

Danny nodded and dug her fingers into the couch. Her cock was swelling up and about to explode. “Babe, can you put your mouth over it?”

“Like a blowjob?”

“Uhuh. I’m gonna cum all over myself if you keep going like that.” Danny moaned under Kate’s assault. The redhead still had her hands working her length up and down. “Please.”

Kate pushed herself up and kept her eyes locked on Danny’s soft doe brown eyes as she swallowed the tip of her cock. With some difficulty and gagging she managed a few more inches before she surfaced for air. “Fuck, how the hell am I am supposed to take it baby? In my throat of something?”

Danny laughed and nodded. “That would be pretty fucking hot if you did.”

“Urgh you’re an ass. Now I have to try don’t I.” From the look Kate was giving her, the redhead would manage somehow. She always did. Just to help her, Danny dug her fingers into Kate’s hair and urged her back down on her cock. Her mind going blank as Kate’s tongue swirled around the cock in her mouth. Danny’s stomach tightened in knots and she gasped as her felt herself nearing release. “Babe, cum!” Was all she managed to get out before she moaned loudly. Her cock exploded and shot ropes and ropes of cum down her girlfriend’s throat. Unable to swallow it all, Kate pulled Danny’s cock out of her mouth and took the few remaining ropes of pearly jizz on her face. “Mmm, that tastes weird. Urgh, it’s kinda salty too.”

Kate chuckled and got up off the floor. Settling in Danny’s lap, she smiled and leant closer. “Kiss me?” She asked and raised a cum covered brow.

“No way, you’ve got my spunk on your face. That’s gross as hell.” Danny leaned away from her, whining as she felt Kate smear cum on her nose. “Babe…”

“Baby, you kiss me all the time after eating me out. Don’t be a hypocrite.” Kate said and frowned as she puffed up her cheeks.

The blue-haired woman rolled her eyes and gave in. She put her hand against Kate’s cheek and pulled her into a kiss. Groaning at the taste of her own cum as she locked her lips with Kate. “It does taste weird.” Danny chuckled and kissed her again. Kate let Danny slip inside in her mouth and clean up the aftermath of her orgasm with her tongue. Moaning as it explored every inch of her mouth and playing with her own tongue.

Her fingers clung to the redhead’s sides as she wiggled up a little further. She’d forgotten about her cock until Kate’s hand reminded of the rock hard member in her crotch. She had been too busy focusing on exploring her girlfriend’s mouth to feel herself hardening up again. But now she was ready for round two. “Wanna try it?” Danny asked hesitantly. She’d never even used a strap on with Kate before, especially since that meant she would have had to take off her pants.

Kate wiggled her hips, the feeling of having a cock between her thighs went against her lesbian status but as she looked up into Danny’s doe brown eyes, she couldn’t help but smile and agree. It didn’t matter as long as it was Danny. “Sure, if you wanna. Just take it slow okay.”

“Alright. So, underpants off babe.” Danny said and watched Kate raise her hips and slip out of the black panties she was wearing. She could feel her girlfriend was wet as she pressed her centre against her abs. Kate’s fingers clawed into her shoulders as she rubbed the tip of Danny’s cock against her entrance. Her eyes shot wide into a glare as Danny rolled her hips, pushing against her girlfriend.

“Baby!” Kate looked at Danny who just grinned apologetically. “I just said slowly!”

“Sorry it just did it on it’s own.” Danny blurted out and cursed her hips for moving again. A moan escaped Kate’s hips as she slowly scowled and lowered herself down. Her jaw dropped as inch after inch tunnelled inside of her until a soft fleshy noise signified Ataşehir escort that she had managed. Looking down, she smiled and traced a finger over her stomach. “Oh fuck Danny, you’re all the way in.” Kate giggled as her hips were firmly pressed to Danny’s waist.

“Jeez babe, I thought you’d said you’ve never taken a cock before.” Danny moaned as Kate wiggled a little bit. The way she moved against her thing as she leant in to kiss her drove her wild. “Babe…”

“I haven’t.” Kate said and softly took her lips. “I’ve taken some toys but I was always thinking about you. You laying over me with a strap on. Taking me. Making me yours.” Kate’s smile widened as Danny nodded.

“Alright babe, give me a second.” Danny carefully picked her up and laid her down on the couch. “This better?” Danny asked. Kate nodded and bit her lip, moaning softly as Danny pulled her cock back to her entrance and gently pushed back in. The blue-haired woman rolled her hips, picking up her pace in rhythmic little thrusts. Each time her hips slapped against Kate’s ass, the redhead would let out a cute little moan.

Leaning down, Danny teased Kate’s stomach with feather-light kisses. Unlike her, Kate wasn’t as toned as she was. Leaving her all soft and cuddly, that included her stomach which Danny loved to death. Kate frowned as she felt Danny kiss her bellybutton. “Baby…” She tried to keep up with her girlfriend in fitness but she never could manage. “You know I don’t like it.”

“Why? It’s so cute. There’s so much to tease.” Danny said with a smirk as her kisses trailed upwards.

“You know why.” Kate pouted and fought back a moan as Danny’s kisses neared her breasts. “I feel flabby and you’re so sexy.” She said and let her hand trace up over Danny’s well-defined abs.

“But I also got boy tits and no ass.” Danny added. Her eyes filled with envy as she teased the nipples on Kate’s breasts. “Meanwhile you’re so soft and fluffy. I’m jealous babe.” Danny said and kissed Kate’s breasts, enjoying their softness in all its glory. “Remember that time we went out and that asshole thought I was your boyfriend?” Danny reminder her and rolled her eyes. Kate chuckled and nodded. The duo had gone out for dinner at a fancy schmancy restaurant that had taken them for a straight couple.

“Mhm, I remember. You got pissy and then you dragged me into the bathroom. Do not regret.” Kate huffed as Danny left her nipples with a tug of her teeth and focused on drilling her thing deep inside of her. Danny huffed as Kate tightened around her, squeezing her cock as she massaged her insides. “Babe… You’re getting really tight.”

Kate nodded, her face bright red. “Mmm I’m about to come.”

“Yeah?” Danny asked, not relenting in her thrusts.

Kate’s eyes widened and she nodded hastily before her mouth dropped into a moan. She wrapped her legs around Danny and arched her back. Moaning louder as she clamped down on Danny’s cock and came.

Kate huffed, lying motionless on the couch with the occasional twitch. Danny watched her and smiled, proud of how worked up she managed to get her girlfriend. She winced as she tried to pull out. Kate was still clenched tight around her. “Babe, lemme out.”

“Why? Don’t I feel good?” Kate asked and wiggled her hips.

Danny bit her lip and huffed. “Yes, you do. Really good actually but I don’t wanna let it out inside. What if you get pregnant?”

Kate looked at her for a moment. “Wait, can you?” Danny shrugged, she’d never actually gone to check it out or anything before. “Fine.” Kate said, pouting as she relaxed. A wave of relief washed over Danny as her cock pulled out with a soft pop. “Are you close baby?”

Danny leant back against the couch and nodded.

Kate chuckled and managed to convince her limbs to crawl over to Danny. The woman shivered from her touch alone. “Do you want me help you finish?” She asked, her fingers slowly making their way down to the still rock hard member.

“Can I fuck your thighs?” Danny asked eagerly and watched Kate smile back at her.

“You wanna… you’re so dirty.” She chuckled. “But sure.” She wiggled down to the other end of the couch so she could lay on her back. Looking around her legs, she nodded.

Danny gulped at the sight of her girlfriend on her back, her face bright red and her snatch dripping. All because of her. Her ego swelled and her thing a little more. She took a breath and crawled over, putting her hands on Kate’s legs. “God you’re sexy.” She whispered and leant down and kissed her. Wanting to feel her girlfriend’s lips. “I don’t know why you wanna be a skinny bitch like me.” Danny pressed her cock between Kate’s legs. She moaned loudly as she thrust her cock between the thighs that squeezed her just right. “Especially when you got these thighs babe.” Danny squeezed Kate’s legs tighter as she grew closer and closer. The feeling of Kate’s legs squeezing her cock was pushing her quickly to the edge of climax.

“Baby come for me, I wanna feel you all over my chest.” Kate purred and teased her nipples. The action just earned another moan from Danny who nodded and bit her lip as he thrusts grew slower and slower. With one final push, she buried her cock between Kate’s thighs and shot cum over Kate’s chest, the redhead draining her to the very last drop.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Guidelines for Other Hotwives

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

{About a year ago I posted “Guidelines for Happily Married Hotwives.” Here is my advice for the rest of you.}

*

OK, many of you have heard about “hot wives,” married white women who take lovers, generally hunky young black studs. It sounds sexy but a little scary, too. You have lots of questions and uncertainties and many of you have written to my brother, Homer Vargas for advice. Well, he has asked me to respond because this is something better handled between us girls. With three grown white daughters who so far have given me eight milk chocolate grandchildren, three biracial children of my own by as many black men, and another brown bun in the oven right now, I’ve “been there done that.”

Probably your first question is “Why should I become a “hot wife?” There are many reasons but the most important one is, love. You have a husband who loves you. He may be a little wimpy, but he’s been a good provider and you love him and want to please him, to make him happy. You think that he might like a hotwife, but maybe you are not sure that’s what he wants you to be. What if he thinks you are a slut? Put that out of your mind. If your husband loves you, he wants you to be a hotwife. What he may not want is the consequences of getting what he wants. But that’s a problem for another day.

Love for your husband is not enough, however, to become a hotwife. Although you may want to please him, it’s also a matter of elementary justice. You deserve to be a hotwife. You have been at his side for years, encouraging him to make more money, telling him how to dress, pointing out his faults, doing more than your share of the housework, telling him pointless stories in endless detail about people he does not know. He should love you above all other women and want you to be happy. Naturally, his pathetic recent attempts to “make love to you” (when you need to be FUCKED) with his teeny wienie cannot satisfy a total woman like you. What you need is a magnificent black cock and a real man that knows how to use it.

In addition, being a hotwife should be a mater of personal fulfillment. You are a woman and you want to be the best, the sexiest, the most feminine woman possible. Striving to become a hotwife — an ever hotter hotwife – for your black lover will give meaning and purpose to your life, releasing you from self centeredness and ennui.

Then, too, being a hotwife is a very healthy lifestyle. To become and remain a hotwife, you will have to exercise daily, watch what you eat, maintain your body in top form. Dieting and physical fitness will not seem like a chore when you keep in mind that you are honing your body for your black lover’s sexual gratification. You are his “sex object” and you want to be the best possible one!

But the most important reason is you! You need more sex than hubby can provide. You need excitement, adventure, the thrill of the forbidden. You want to feel alive and desirable and desired by a macho bull that can give you multiple orgasms that make your body tremble and your senses shiver. And of course the only way to experience this buzz is by being “taken” by a black man.

Now that you understand the reasons to become a hotwife, the important question is “how.” How do you find and attract a young black lover? First, and this is almost too elementary to mention but many women miss this point, you need to show that you want it: you want to make love, have sex, fuck, screw, boff, shag, get it on, “do it” with him every chance he gives you.

Almost more important than the frequency and nastiness (we’ll get to that later) of sex is to make sure your black lover understands that you want sex it because HE is a macho sexy African god stud. You are not doing him a favor. These are not the little mercy fucks like you used to allow your husband. You are fucking him because you can’t help yourself. You are insane with lust. He turns you on. He makes you want sex. He makes you NEED sex! You are a helpless sex slave to his black cock!

Now let’s talk about what kind of sex to have with your lover starting with what kind not to have. It will NOT be the kind you had with your husband: once a week (if he was lucky) in the bedroom, missionary position, lights out, “think of England” silent and immobile while he squirted his watery seed in you. No! Your black lover makes you burn with such lust that you will want him to take you in the back seats of taxis, in nightclub washrooms, in dark corners at parties, in parking garage stairwells, seedy tenements, where you work. At your home, you will want it on the living room rug, on the dining table, bending over in the kitchen, draped over the back of the sofa in the family room, in the shower and especially in the bed where your husband used to sleep. When his great cock is in you, you will write in passion and scream with abandon, uncaring that other know you are being mated.

Although you would never allow your husband to do something that “nasty,” you enjoy having your lover Anadolu Yakası Yabancı Escort eat your pussy if he so chooses. (You know he’s warming you up for a royal rogering.) But you have an almost irresistible desire to suck and worship his cock, swallowing greedily, always allowing a bit to drool out of your mouth to make him think he is “too much” for you. I say “almost” because even for a bull, every load of cum in your mouth is one less in your needy pussy. With your lover, you are multi-orgasmic, although you never let yourself go with your husband. Your lover’s black cock in your white pussy makes you a moaner and a groaner and a squealer and a screamer when you orgasm. You claw his back in ecstasy. You like it doggie style, riding his cock, legs bent behind your head or heels (6″ stilettos) in the air. He can call you every filthy name in the book if it gets you a harder cock and a more cum pumped into your thirsty pussy. Your performance will put every porn movie ever made to shame.

Because you so desperately want your lover to fuck you all the time, you will do whatever it takes to excite him, to entice him, to make him want to put his marvelous cock in you. This means taking the initiative, working to seduce him! (But you must never be demanding; a true black stud has many white wives to service and it is HIS prerogative whom he fucks and when!) You will want to dress in all that sexy nightwear and scandalous casual wear your husband always tried unsuccessfully to get you to wear to signal your constant horniness for your new lover. Seldom is total nudity best. Always keep on a necklace, bracelets, and of course your heels during sex. Cleanliness is good and perfume is great, but never wash off or cover up the womanly scent of an aroused pussy. Be proud of how wet he makes you and put up with the mess, before and after. He enjoys it.

Of course you do not stop being a hotwife when your lover is not around. A true hotwife would not be able to go through the long periods her lover is off fucking other women, if she did not have toys to keep her sane. Large back dildos and vibrators will keep you simmering and ready for his return. Masturbation is also important to help you become or remain multi-orgasmic. And of course he likes to know that while he is away, you are missing him so badly you need a large cylindrical black object up your twat. He will probably enjoy calling you and making you masturbate where the risk of being caught is great as a way to show his control of your sexuality.

Now the next point is not for everyone and not absolutely necessary to be a hotwife, but many hotwives become strongly bi. Girl/girl sex, maybe with another of your lover’s girlfriends, is a great way to pass the long lonely days when your lover is off taking care of other women in his harem, but it is also a great way to bring other white wives into your lover’s web. I have found nothing pleases my lover more than seeing me with my tongue in the pussy of a little unblacked honey, making her so horny she’ll do anything for her next cum. In a flash he is in bed with his cock rammed in her pussy and –boom — one more little white wife has become a slave to black sex.

So far we have discussed what you need to do in private. Being a hotwife, however, is as much or more about how you behave in public as it is about what you do when you are alone with your lover (or with him and one or two other women). If there is one golden rule of hotwife public behavior it is: DRESS THE PART. When you go out, remember you are NOT dressing for yourself. Nor are you are dressing down any longer for other women as most women are prone to do – who cares if they think you’re a slut? You are and proud of it! And you are certainly not dressing for your husband. You choose clothes to attract and please a black lover.

Dressing for a black lover takes more time and work but, take it from me, it will pay off tremendously in the amount of attention you receive and how it affects your own “hotwife attitude”. You should always keep in mind what the men you are trying to attract will probably like, but in general follow this simple rule when choosing what to wear: “Think dress first, skirt second, and pants only as a last resort.” This will be a radical change for many women but it’s important to remember that black men prefer their women in dresses and skirts, not pants. Dresses and skirts are sexier to black men and they provide easier access in erotic situations. You never know when you will have the opportunity to attract that certain man and you need to be dressed for the opportunity when it comes. The good news is that the hotwife lifestyle will probably make you feel like dressing up more and the more you wear dresses and skirts, the more you will find yourself wanting to.

Now I can already hear the objections. “Oh, Evangelina, I could never wear clothes like that. I’m too [fill in the blank] short, tall, round, thin. Nonsense, girls! Anadolu Yakası Yeni Escort The point is not to find women (skinny supermodels) to make clothes look sexy; rather it’s to have skimpy, reveling clothes to make women (of all sizes and shapes) look sexy. Believe me, girlfriend, any mature woman in a short, tight dress and a top that shows some boobs looks good to a horny young black man.

What you wear under your dress or skirt is as important as the outfit itself. All men love women in sexy lingerie, but black men more so. The colors and styles you may want wear will vary but in general, here are some suggestions and rules to follow:

1. Always wear matching or at least coordinated lingerie.

2. Bras should maximize your bust size and display as much cleavage as possible

3. Choose thongs or French cut panties; crotchless are best. Avoid white cotton unless you are going for the “Catholic Schoolgirl” look. If you are with men who know you, no panties is the best option.

4. Always wear hosiery. High tops and thigh highs are great for casual wear but stocking held up by corsets or garter belt are best for formal occasion. No pantyhose. If you are like me before I went black, you probably have worn pantyhose all your life, but they are death to being a hotwife. It is practically impossible get fucked on short notice if you are wearing pantyhose. Black men understand this and detest them. Pantyhose say “I’m off limits” — not the message you want to send when you are horny for back cock. Besides, it’s pretty difficult even to finger your self or let a black man finger you, in the damned things. End of sermon. Stockings, however, will make you feel far sexier and more feminine and they provide your lover an easier access as well as a sexier view of your pussy. Once you get used to wearing stocking, you will probably have no trouble giving up pantyhose. Seamed stockings are the ultimate for attracting black men. You will always get a lot of attention in clubs and if you dare to wear them in public in the daytime, men will drool.

The only shoes you should ever wear in public are high heels. This will take some getting used to as well, but black men love them. Three-four inches are fine for casual entertaining, but try for four-five inches for nights out. High heel spaghetti strap open-toe sandals are the ultimate “fuck me” shoes.

Jewelry is a must! It should be flashy, designed to attract the attention you deserve. Earrings should be large and flashy, loopy or dangling. Necklaces should draw black eyes to your heaving bust. Always wear your wedding ring. Black men love to know they are taking, not just any horny woman, but another (white) man’s wife! Bracelets and rings show you are can be a happy member of your lover’s harem. Anklets and toe rings are clear signs that you are a willing hot wife looking for a black bull to fuck. A pierced navel makes a sexy statement: “I’ll do anything for sex with a black lover.” Long highly polished nails in dark, daring colors help draw black men’s attention to you. And this goes for your toes in those high-heel sandals.

Hair is also important. You want a hairstyle that is attractive to black men, not something that is convenient or easy to manage. Generally black men like longer, straight or wavy blond or red hair. The contrast when he is in public with an adoring blonde hanging on his arm is all the more striking and draws the admiration of his friends from the ‘hood. If you are not naturally blonde, don’t worry. Bleaching your hair for your lover (don’t let it look “too” natural) is just another way to show how much you lust for him.

Finally a word on body type. Any “body” can be hot as long as you are neither anorexic nor seriously obese. In general black men like rounder and fuller women that white guys, who in turn like rounder and fuller women than other women do. Before you decided to become a hotwife, you were probably keeping your weight down because of the opinions of other women, so it’s likely you will need to put on a few pounds. Don’t worry about it, even if you are a little too slim, your lover will probably take it as a challenge to get you into “shape.”

Being a hotwife, however, is more than just looks; it’s also how you act.

1. In a situation where you are trying to catch a black man’s eye; make sure to make plenty of eye contact with him and smile.

2. Show lots of leg. Cross and uncross your legs and bounce the top leg on the lower one, perhaps pointing the toe of your shoe. If you find that you are very attracted to him, eventually let the skirt ride high enough so that he can see that you are wearing stockings and garters. In clubs a woman wearing stockings and garters is taken as a sign that she is there to get fucked.

3. Apply and reapply lipstick. Black men want to see signs that you can’t wait to suck cock and lipstick is a great way to send that signal.

4. Never miss the opportunity to drop Anadolu Yakası Masaj Salonu something and bend over — from the waist, never bend your knees. (That’s what those expensive sessions in the gym are for.)

5. Touch and smile.

6. When dancing (probably the closest you can get to having sex in public), move your lover’s hands to your ass and press close to him during slow dances. If you can feel his cock, he can feel your nipples. Don’t be shy about letting everyone see you come on his thick, thrusting finger. With white guys, let them handle the merchandise, tantalizing them with what they can’t have it. Fast dances give you the opportunity to whirl and twirl and flash your pretty panties, if you have any, or your pettier pussy if you do not.

7. If a black man puts his hand up your dress; whisper in his ear and ask if him if he would like you to remove your panties. If he compliments your dress; tell him you wore it hoping to meet a man like him.

8. Never miss an opportunity to tell him how sexy he is and how sexy and feminine and wet he makes you feel.

9. Hang on your lover. Rub up against him. Nibble his ear. Gaze at him adoringly. Demonstrate to onlookers how eager you are for him to fuck you.

10. Do not hesitate to sneak off with your lover to do the dirty during a public event. Sex in public (except in all black clubs) may not be a good idea, but it’s sexy to be seen scurrying off with your lover, letting everyone figure out you can’t endure another minute without his big black cock in you. Return flushed and disheveled with semen running down your leg.

11. When you leave a social event, make sure everyone knows it’s because you are horny and need your lover to take you out and fuck your little brains out before you attack someone.

I assume that for financial security, sentiment, or just inertia, you intend to remain married to your white husband. This is good because many of the young black me you are likely to meet will have only menial jobs because of their prison records. He’ll expect you to contribute to support him and his other girlfriends, so he will not press you to leave your husband. Once you have a black lover, however, it is important to show hubby his place. You will no longer fuck him regularly, if you ever did. Most hotwives, angry at years of sexual frustration, will cut him off completely. Some kind-hearted wives will occasionally give him a mercy fuck if he does something especially deserving. Of course you will NEVER give your husband a blowjob, nor will you ever give him a full tongue kiss. You mouth, (and your ass), if not your pussy, is reserved exclusively for your lover’s black cock. You should, of course, demand your husband’s enthusiastic lip service on your pussy after it’s been pounded by your black lover. Most husbands can be trained to love this chore and come to crave eating the cum of their wife’s black lover from her gushing gash.

Never dress for your husband the way you do for your lovers. For him, wear loose trousers, granny panties, and pantyhose with low or no heels. He needs to know a woman dresses to please a real man; not him. Never miss an opportunity to have your husband help you get dressed for your lover. Making him buy lingerie or dresses for you to wear for your lover — the kind he used to try to get you to wear for him — is also a good way to drive him wild. A trip by the three of you to a specialty shop where you model sexy garments for your black lover while making your white hubby pay can be a lot of fun.

Make your husband keep your wardrobe in order and rinse out your lingerie. (He’ll spend hours of lonely frustration sniffing the aroma of your pussy juices mixed with your lover’s cum on your panties.) Make him do housework when you are out with other men. Always tell him how wonderful your lovers are in bed, how large their cocks are, how many times they make you come, and how much you enjoy pleasing them.

Call your husband while you are with another man. Make him listen to the squishy sounds of your lover plowing your pussy deep and hard or have your lover tell him all the things you will do for him that you would never do for your husband.

There are many other issues in how to treat your husband — should he be allowed to watch, should he be sissified, etc. — but I cannot go into all of them here.

All of the above are fundamental to being a hotwife, but there is one thing that tops it all. Pregnancy! All those sexy things you wear — skirts, heels, stocking — and all the sexy things you do — dancing, teasing, flashing — are twice as exciting when done by a woman with a belly bulging with her black lover’s bastard child. You should realize that having your lover’s baby, or babies, is not an optional part of being a hotwife. You lover WILL want to bred you. It may not be immediately, but the day will come when he will demand that your pills be flushed down the toilet, IUD removed, or diaphragm put back in its box. (He will never have used a condom, anyway.) He will want to fill your fertile, unprotected pussy with his potent seed. He wants to see you swollen with his child, your white breasts filling with milk for the black baby he put in your tummy. If he had not seen in you the potential to make bi-racial babies for him, he would never have chosen you.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Call Me Master Ch. 03

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Asian

The sounds of a household coming awake woke Raven from a deep peaceful sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around. At first there was confusion and concern as she attempted to determine where she was and how she got there. All was made clear as sunny’s voice piped up from the door “Good morning sleepy head! Hurry or you’ll miss breakfast!!”

Raven smiled and climbed out of bed. She followed sunny down the hall to the bathroom where several other women were preparing to meet the new day. Raven took a moment to relieve herself after which sunny handed her a towel, wash cloth, soap and a razor and led her back to the bathing room. Here things were a little more utilitarian than the bath that she had used last night but she realized that that must be a guest bath. The room had shower heads along one wall and a deep tub that would comfortably fit four adults with ease. It was a deep tub and had a constant stream of warm water pouring in one end, the overflow running into a channel around the top of the tub. Along the wall were benches and chairs, several of the women including the two who had bathed her the evening before and rain were there preparing themselves.

Without being told she began to shave herself smooth and bathe. Having been shaven before coming here cleaning the hair from her pussy took only moments and only slightly longer to remove it from her underarms and legs. When she had shaven, she entered the shower room to bathe herself. She placed her towel and the razor on a bench and chose a shower head nearby and bathed herself quickly. As she toweled herself dry she watched the others go through their ablutions.

One woman in particular caught Raven’s eye. Petite, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes , this woman stood out from all the others in the room. Her body in complete proportion to her height, her skin tone a light tan that accentuated the fine delicate features of her face. There was an aura of authority and yet Raven felt she could approach this woman with any problem and find it’s solution.

“That is rose our alpha. She is in charge of us here and has the Master’s complete trust. You will come to know her quite well if you decide to stay here with us. She handles the training of all the new girls.”

As Raven watched the woman looked up, smiled and walked across the room to join her. “Welcome Raven, I am glad that you decided to visit us.”

“So far, so am I,” Raven replied with a warm smile. She continued looking around the room. The next to draw her attention was a vibrant red-head with an equally fiery personality, if the look in her vivid green eyes was any indication. Raven asked rose, “Who’s that?” nodding in the other woman’s direction.

“That’s phoenix. Don’t worry hon, you’ll be introduced to everyone in due time. Now finish up and come to breakfast.” She signaled phoenix over. “Bring Raven when she’s finished here.” rose followed the last of the women out, leaving the two women to follow behind.

Raven listened closely as phoenix began telling her what was required of all new girls on their first day. According to the other submissive, Raven was to complete all her tasks on her knees and if she’d done a satisfactory job then she would be allowed to eat. Hearing this, Raven began to seriously wonder if this was such a good idea. Nevertheless, she followed phoenix without hesitation to the dining room set aside for the submissives’ use, listening carefully to what phoenix desired for breakfast this morning.

Upon entering, Raven lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled to the sideboard where a delicious array of food was laid out. Raven’s back was to the room as she began dishing up the requested meal. She missed the looks being passed around behind her. Rose didn’t look up from the day schedule she was reviewing when she said, “Raven, stop what you’re doing and come sit down. Phoenix, see me after breakfast for your punishment.”

Raven was more than a little shocked and surprised but did what she was told. Rose continued after Raven took her seat. “In this house you take orders from only two people, the Master and myself. You were unaware of this rule this time but consider yourself warned. Rules will be explained one time without punishment.”

Raven lowered her eyes and whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”

Breakfast continued smoothly afterwards. The girls talked back and forth, making a point of including Raven and making her feel welcome. When the meal was finished, the girls went to their usual duties, while Raven and phoenix stayed behind with rose. phoenix recieved a stern lecture concerning her behavior and the promised punishment. Raven was told, “Come with me girl.”

rose entered what turned out to be the Master’s office, with Raven following behind. She stopped in front of his desk. “Good Morning Master.”

The Master looked up from his computer screen and leaned back. “Good morning my rose.”

“I’ve brought Raven as you requested. The only thing i have to report is that phoenix is on cleaning detail.” Anadolu Yakası Anal Escort

The Master smiled slightly and shook his head. “The girl does like to push her limits.”

rose nodded in agreement, “Yes she does Master.”

“I’ll leave phoenix in your capable hands then my rose. You may leave us now.” He turned his attention back to the computer screen.

rose motioned for Raven to sit before leaving the room & closing the door quietly behind her. Nervously, Raven perched on the edge of the chair, waiting. Last night the last thing Raven had been aware of was her nudity. Today that was the first thing on her mind. She felt vulnerable sitting there, waiting without the protection of clothing. A sense of exposure grew in her mind.

The Master’s deep voice cut through the silence, making her jump slightly. “What do you think so far?”

“Of what Sir?” Raven asked in what she hoped to be a properly respectful tone. There was a moment of silence from the other side of the desk. The Master had yet to look up. Raven’s nervousness increased. She had to force herself not to fidget, to appear calm as she waited for clarification.

“What do you think of the submissive feelings you are having?” he asked looking her directly in the eyes.

“They are both confusing and familiar Sir.” Raven replied, her gaze held by the powerful blue one across the desk from her.

“That is to be expected” he stated “In time they will become cherished companions, but for now you must learn to accept them.”

“Yes, Sir, i will try.”

“Tell me a little about yourself. I know you are a writer and have had several erotic short stories published” he said.

Raven wondered how he knew about the stories, but only for a moment. “I design and maintain websites for an internet publishing company. My writing is done on my own time, for my own satisfaction. Romantically, I’m not involved and haven’t been for a number of years.” She wondered if that was what he wanted to know. She felt off balance, unsure of herself.

“Very good, now what of your family and friends will they worry that you have disappeared and what of them, do you think you can leave them? What are your roots?”

“My family consisted only of my mother and father, who passed away a number of years ago. They were the only ones who would have been concerned with my absence. As for heritage, both my parents were Romanian gypsies, and very true to the stereotypical image. We were wanderers, never settling in one place for long.”

“I hope that remaining here will not cause you undo stress or strain, I know that all of us here will do our best to make you feel comfortable and secure if you will give us a chance. Now, I know that you have a talent for writing and web site design, do you have any other talents that might be of interest to me or of use here in our home?”

Raven thought for a moment before answering. She couldn’t shake the sense that her answers were more important than they appeared, that they would affect her future here. “Sir, I am sure that there are many talents I posses but am not aware of yet.”

“We must determine what those talents are. As you have seen each of the submissives in this house have talents that we utilize to both run this household and to keep ourselves occupied and productive. Rose for instance has administrative skills and also has very good people skills. When sunny came to me from the abusive dominant she had submitted to, her sister came to visit her and to se if she was alright. That sister was a Psychiatrist and an expert in traumatic mental syndromes. At first she was very antagonistic towards me, today she gladly serves me and is our arbiter of health care and whatever mental health problems we encounter. Her name is dream and you will be meeting her soon to be evaluated and to deal with any medical situations you have. Now in light of this information is there any other talent that you possess that you think might be of some use to this household and those who live in it? Any talent that you can think of no matter how minor or trivial might well be of some interest and importance to us.”

Raven sat in stunned silence. She had no idea that such an extensive array of personalities and skills had been collected in this house. “I offer my writing & web design skills freely. As well as any other services you might find useful.” She found that the more she talked with the Master, the less she noticed her nudity. Was she becoming more comfortable with this new state? Possibly. “I have a few skills that are more for pleasure rather than usefulness Sir.”

“Any skill is useful whether for pleasure, support or survival. There is more to living here than just serving me and making the household operate. We also have leisure times and activities to expand our mental and physical state.” His eyes moved downward and examined her closely as he continued. “I see that you are fit. Do you work out? If so you will find we have a full gym Anadolu Yakası Yaşlı Escort and weight machines to facilitate physical development.”

“It has been my habit to spend at least an hour every day in some form of exercise Sir, not only for my health but also to keep me fit for my dancing.”

Smiling his gaze rested on her legs, “I thought you had dancers legs. What kind of dancing do you do? Ballet? Classical?”

Raven smiled slightly in response as she shook her head. “No Sir. Belly dancing.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, belly dancing the Middle Eastern ballet. I would very much like to see you dance. What do you need to perform?”

“I have everything I need already Sir; scarves, veils, bells.” Raven was thrilled that he seemed pleased by this. Dancing for an appreciative audience was one of her greatest.

“You need all that to perform for me? So you could not give me a sample of what you are capable of right now?”

“Of course I could give a sample if you wish it Sir.” Raven wasn’t about to deny this man even the simplest request.

“Fine then, proceed.” He smiled as his eyes took in all of her as she rose.

There was a flushed under tone her olive colored skin. She had never danced for someone she’d know for less than a full day. Her exhibitionist tendencies only came out after she’d been intimate with the person for some time. She heard the music of the dance in her head and began the slow sensuous movements, her belly undulating, her body moving gracefully. This was a dance of enticement. Harem girls would dance for their masters to gain his attention and favor. Raven had been taught every technique and knew how to use them well. Her eyes closed as she danced, her natural sexuality exuding itself with every move.

His eyes followed every movement of her body. The fact that she was totally nude made her movements all the more enticing and brought his excitement to a high level. As he gazed at her he lifted his hand and gestured to her to come to him.

She walked over to the Master, her hips swaying gracefully, her breath fast from the dance and desire riding her hard. Performing was always a major turn on for her. She came to stop before him, close enough that she was sure he could smell her arousal.

His hand moved almost of it’s own volition, reaching for her and pressing his fingers slowly into her hot, wet pussy. Her juices ran down his hand and dripped onto the carpet at her feet. Her excitement clear to him in sight, scent and feel. The movement of his fingers in and out of her made her moan, the feeling of excitement growing in her to nearly orgasmic levels. Then the sound of his voice cut through the excitement, “Do not come. Hold back as best you can, we will see what you are capable of.”

The most Raven could do was nod, so lost was she in the feel of his fingers. Frantically her mind raced, trying to find a way obey even as her hips thrust against his hand to increase the pleasure. She was barely aware of the soft mewling sounds she was making. God, she was so close and didn’t know if she could hold back. The more restraint she reached for, the less she found. It was maddening.

His fingers continued to move within her stimulating and pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her mind fairly swirled with the excitement coursing through her body, unconsciously she leaned towards him and spread her legs slightly to allow him more access to her pussy. Her face when she stopped was only inches from his. In her state of excitement the soft sound of his voice brought an instant response form her. “Cum.”

Instantly Raven spun off into one of the most intense climaxes of her life. She shook, moaned, and cried out, her muscles clenched around his fingers, her juices flowed freely around his hand. It was simply the most mind-blowing experience.

Her orgasm was a thing of beauty to him. The line of her jaw as she clenched her teeth, the pressure on his hand between her legs, the tension outlined on her body all brought out the strength and intensity of her orgasm. His eyes roamed her body examining her response and memorizing all about it that he could for later discussion with dream. As the intensity of her orgasm abated her eyes slowly opened and she fell to her knees between his legs.

Her eyes were clouded, unfocused from the massive orgasm. Raven stared up at the Master in wonder and adoration. She had only one thought, one desire: to please this man. She wanted to ask what she could do, but speech was still beyond her. So, instead, Raven tried desperately to communicate her need to serve by expression alone. She trembled slightly as she came down from the rush of the orgasm and her new submissive desires rose.

He gazed down on her and smiled softly, “You wish to serve me but don’t know how.” It was a statement not a question. “I will guide you in this this one time, rose will see to your training.” With that she realized her decision had been made, he knew of he growing desire to serve Anadolu Yakası Zenci Escort him and he knew she had decided to stay now, to join him and the others. He rose from his chair and stood before her, grasping her arm he gently pulled her to her feet. “Undress me,” he said, his voice deeper, more commanding.

With shaking fingers Raven started at the top button of his shirt. Desire and uncertainty made her clumsy at first. How much freedom was she allowed? Would he warn her first? Or just punish her immediately as she’d seen in the restaurant last night? She focused her thoughts on completing the command, hopefully without overstepping her limits with him. She stripped the shirt off and laid it carefully across the desk. Then, dropping to her knees she worked on the belt and fastenings of his pants. She had no memory of finishing her task. All Raven could think of, focus on, was that hard cock only inches away. What would happen if she were to lean closer and taste it?

He watched her as she stared at his cock, her tongue circling her lips. Her need to suck him was evident, her gaze one of reverence and need. “Suck me,” he commanded firmly.

With a whimper Raven leaned in closer. She swept her tongue over the head of his cock before taking deep in her hot wet mouth. She hummed in pleasure at the feel. Sucking and bobbing her head down, Raven used every technique she’d ever learned in the past to bring the Master as much pleasure as possible. Her tongue swirled and caressed. She relaxed her throat and took his impressive cock completely. Never had giving head given Raven such a feeling of satisfaction and pleasure.

The feeling of her mouth and tongue on his cock was incredible. As she swallowed his cock and hummed he felt himself losing the control he fought to maintain. He allowed her to bring him close to the edge of orgasm and then gently pulled himself from her mouth, sat in the chair and pulled her up into his lap straddling him. His cock pressed lightly against her and slid into her pussy.

Raven grasped his shoulders and began riding him hard and fast. She had no care for commands or obeying anymore. She simply wanted to cum and to feel him cumming. She mindless and maybe just a little reckless in forgetting her position in this household.

His eyes were upon her as they both approached orgasm. His excitement heightened by the abandon he saw on her face, the raw unbridled passion. He knew that her lack of training would allow her to orgasm wildly and without concern for what was normal or done here. She had no real idea of what was allowed or required of one in her position and would not hold anything back. This, to him was a true indication of her sexual abilities and were the key to properly training and molding her for her chosen life as his submissive. Raven was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation. She was completely mindless and focused on finishing what she was so close to achieving. Cumming was the only thing she was concerned with. Her climax was her only thought. She had forgotten where she was and who she was with.

To control others one must be able to control ones self and he had full control of himself the feelings while intense were not enough to push him over into orgasm. He knew that when he came she would and he wanted her as wanton and free as possible. His plan was to take her to the very top of orgasmic delight and then to maintain that level as long as they could. Her body his instrument her mind his slate, opening her to sensations and desires she had never reached or experienced. He knew that with those heights reached she would be open to all that they had to teach her.

The raw look of passion on her face told him she was in another place, another world perhaps even something close to subspace. The power of the feelings was evident in the power that she used to slam herself into him and the moan that built from a purr to a scream. Finally he allowed himself to release filling her with his seed and watching her reaction to it.

The second orgasm surpassed the first by miles. Raven’s pussy clenched and milked his hard cock. Her muscles surprisingly strong. She screamed her release before passing out from the sheer overwhelming intensity. She collapsed bonelessly against her new Master.

He wrapped his arms around her holding her tight then slowly eased her body to the floor. He stood and adjusted his clothing and then bent to pick her up and carry her bonelessly limp body to the couch near his desk. He placed her there and pulled his chair up close to her.

Slowly, awareness came back to Raven. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out why she was on the couch, then she remembered. “Ohhh god,” she whispered as her eyes found the Masters’.

He smiled at her and gazed deep into her eyes, “Yes little one you have many talents.”

“Thank you Master.” For the first time Raven verbally acknowledged who this man was to her now.

His smile broadened at the realization that her words brought. He reached out and cradled her chin in his hand. “You have a future here love, all that you are, all that you can be, all that you will be is open to you. We will give you training that you need and the love that you desire. We welcome to our home and family.” With that he reached over to his desk and pressed a button, “Rose, will you come in here please?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Can she really do this?

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bi

“Across my lap.”

She looked up, surprised.

“What?”

“You know the rules.”

“But -“

“Thats an extra 5 for making me wait.”

Her eyes turned mutinous but she closed her mouth.

Reluctantly she walked over to him, seated in the plush armchair.

They had talked about this but she suddenly wasn’t so sure it was a good idea.

Slowly, she lowered herself across his lap.

“Spread your legs.”

She hesitated, then opened them.

“Wider.”

Damn it, she thought, but dared not speak another word.

Silently, she opened her legs as wide as she could. She felt incredibly exposed and deeply uncomfortable. What the hell was she doing??

“Now we’ve spoken about this. What rule did you break today?”

She searched her brain but couldn’t come up with an answer. They’d been having a fun time, playing video games. He’d been showing her his favorite one, and she was actually starting to understand the rules.

A short, sharp smack landed on her butt.

She gasped, more surprised than anything.

“I asked you a question.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t stalling. I was just — honestly, I can’t figure out what’s wrong.”

He flipped up her skirt. Smoothed his hand across the thin fabric Anadolu Yakası Öğrenci Escort of her panties. Pink, with a touch of lace.

“What did I say about wearing underwear at my place?”

“Oh.”

Dawning hit.

They had talked about it.

She had felt strange taking them off when she arrived at his place, and had just assumed when he didn’t say anything that it was fine. That maybe they weren’t playing right now.

This was all so new.

Something she’d thought about, but felt so weird actually putting into practice.

Eventually, they’d settled into a video game, and she’d gotten so lost trying to keep up that she’d forgotten all about her panties.

But she’d won the last point, and had been so excited she’d leapt from her chair and jumped up and down for a good 30 seconds.

She was pretty sure her skirt had flown up in her excitement, and he’d seen what she was hiding underneath.

She lay across his lap, wondering what the hell it was that she’d truly agreed to.

*****

In truth, he had no desire to hurt her.

They had met at a party a few months ago.

She was sweet, shy, a bit flirty but quite reserved.

He’d had an instinct to go slow, to give her Anadolu Yakası Çıtır Escort a wide berth, and to let her come to him.

They’d gone out a few times, keeping things friendly. First to a movie, then a museum.

She was fascinating. Always had a ton on her mind, excited about a new project at work or a book she’d been reading.

He was content to listen, to watch, and to wait.

He could tell she was skittish, and would need some time to get comfortable.

To learn to trust him.

So he’d been good company, and let her take the lead.

He’d kept things light, teasing her without making a move.

They’d even talked about BDSM once, but he’d played it cool.

He could tell she was a sub, so he’d encouraged her curiosity.

But he never pushed. Never demanded.

He knew eventually, her nature would win out and she would ask to play.

And a few weeks ago, she had circled back to the topic, sharing with him a story she’d written.

He’d smiled, devilishly, knowing this was the opening he’d been waiting for.

And now, here she was, at last.

Ready to begin the game.

Ready to test herself and open herself to a deeper pleasure than she’d known before.

He Anadolu Yakası Elit Escort knew she craved the submission so he played with the idea of punishment, but it was only to brighten the pleasure for her. She did not need punishing. She was glorious.

She liked to be pushed to try new things, and this made it safe for her.

He knew asking her to remove her panties when she visited him was an edge.

And so was being spanked.

Which made it the perfect rule.

Whether or not she complied, she was going to be coming up against her own desires to explore her submission.

He stroked his hand across her panties, enjoying the feel of her warm skin under his palm. He wanted to give her time to settle in, to relax, to trust him.

He was also debating what strength to use.

He knew that for her to want to keep playing, he would need to strike the perfect balance between pain and pleasure.

Better, in fact, to veer on the side of pleasure for now.

She was skittish, and making her crave the spanking was the best way to ensure she came back for more.

“This is your first time, so we’re going to start slow. You remember your safe word?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Red.”

“Right. Red and everything stops.”

He stroked between her legs, down her thighs, applying a bit of grounding pressure.

“And what if you want things to slow down, but not stop?”

“Yellow.”

“Exactly. And what color do you need to be, for me to do anything?”

“Green.”

“Right. So tell me, what color are you now?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Elise

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blonde

Elise hated her job. Who would like working in a “correctional facility” (a.k.a “prison”)? Being surrounded by inmates who were constantly shouting obscenities at her and exposing themselves every time she walked past their cells wasn’t necessarily fun…

She was tired of it all. Young as she was (23), she felt as if she was in her 40s. She hated the stupid rules for working here, too. No makeup, no perfume, no push-up bras…can’t look pretty for them, explained her superior. And why shouldn’t she look pretty? It’s not like she would dress like a slut and go parading in front of the cells of those animals. But even without makeup, perfume, push-up bras, etc. she was still harassed by the inmates. Who could blame them? Elise was a very attractive woman. She was 5’6, 140lbs (all sexy curves), 36D breasts, jet-black hair, green eyes, and flawless skin. Her uniform couldn’t hide all that.

She was a correctional officer for 5 inmates. 4 were white, mostly middle-aged men who were serving time for crimes such as murder, grand larceny, child molestation, etc; and 1 was black, 27 years old, already serving 3 of his 5 years for 2nd degree murder. His name was James, and Elise always felt intimidated whenever she had to escort him to the showers. He was a big man, standing tall at 6’5, weighed about 240 lbs, and it was all muscle. Whenever she had to take him to the showers, and he was just wearing shorts, she couldn’t help but stare at his muscled chest and arms. She felt so trivial istanbul escort next to him.

One day, she had to take James to the doctor in the facility for a routine checkup. When they were in the elevator alone, he “accidentally” pushed the emergency stop button. The elevator came to a halt in between floors. Elise, not knowing what had happened, started panicking. She called for help through her walkie-talkie, but all she could hear was static. “Oh my god, we’re going to be stuck here! What if nobody finds us? What if the elevator plunges down and we’ll be killed?” Elise was being irrational. James just waited patiently until she calmed down. “I think I know how to get us out, but you have to uncuff me,” he said. “Are you sure?” Elise asked “Yeah…positive” He turned around and she uncuffed him. The handcuffs dropped to the floor and Elise bent over to pick them up. Suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her ass. She looked up and saw James grinning. “You know. I haven’t been w/ a woman for a long time. how ’bout we have some fun before I start up the elevator?”

“You sick freak! No! Fix the elevator now!” Elise yelled and called “Help” on the walkie-talkie. He pushed her against the wall of the elevator “No baby, we’re gonna have some fun… you think I don’t notice how you stare at my body all the time? I know your pussy is aching for some black meat” She squirmed, but he was too strong. He held her against the wall with one hand, and started unbuttoning Escort Anadolu Yakası her shirt with the other. Elise started crying. She knew she was going to get raped, and nobody would help her. Once he got her shirt completely unbuttoned, he cupped her full breasts and started fondling them through her black lacy bra. Her breasts started responding to the fondling against her will, and James was soon tweaking her erect nipples. He stopped for a moment, and with his strong hand, tore the bra in two between the cups, releasing Elise’s breasts. He moved his head down to her left breast and started licking around the nipple. When the breast glistened with his saliva, he moved to the next one.

Then he started sucking on her nipples, alternating between one and the other, until Elise was moaning loud.”Mmm…I love your tits baby,” James said. He knew it was ok for him to let her go, and now he could work with two hands. With his mouth still on her nipple, he started unbuttoning her pants, and let them slide down to her ankles. He looked at the trimmed hair on her cunt through the thin material of her back lace panties. He traced his finger along the crotch of her panties feeling the wetness that was expanding into a big wet spot. Letting go of her breasts, he pulled her panties down to her ankles and forced her thighs apart. The sweet aroma of her pussy permeated the air in the elevator. He looked up at Elise. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort and she was squeezing her breasts.

He licked his lips and pushed her thighs wider apart, spreading her pussy lips. He moved in closer and started licking her cunt, moving slowly from her cunt hole to her clit and all around her labia. When his mouth engulfed her clit, Elise started moaning loudly “Oh godd…mmm…that feels so good…oh yesss…” And when he plunged his tongue into her cunt hole, she climaxed, her muscles contracting around his tongue. He kept plunging his tongue in and out until her body stopped spasming. He knew his cock wasn’t going to hold out much longer, so he moved her down to the floor so that she was on her hands and knees.

He pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his thick 9-1/2″ hard cock out, and positioned himself behind her ass. He stroked his cock a couple of times and with one thrust, pushed the monster into her wet hole. Elise cried out, but pushed her ass into him, trying to fit all of him inside her. “Mmm…nice tight pussy baby…I like it…Spread your thighs a little more honey…” She did as he said, and he began to fuck her slowly at first, and then increasing the momentum until her breasts were heaving back and forth under her. He reached his hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. “ooohh…ooohhhh…mmmmmm…oh yesss…fuck me with your big cock…mmm…harder…” she moaned.

In the midst of their fucking, the elevator suddenly started going up. “Oh fuck…,”James said, but continued fucking her tight cunt.

After their elevator fuck-session, James was put back in his cell, and Elise, claiming that she was raped, was not fired. Instead, whatever chance she got, she and James would fuck. Her job wasn’t that boring after all.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Just Across the Hall Pt. 06

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Ass

It had been a wonderful evening with Lonnie.

We had gone to dinner and then dancing at a club called DANGER ZONE with friends.

When we got home, Lonnie could hardly control himself. As soon as I closed the door he was on me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck. I loved how his body felt against mine.

Then his hands went to my breasts. My nipples hardened as his tongue traced along my neckline to my exposed shoulder.

I pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock against my bottom. I ground into him, gyrating, letting him know I wanted him right then and there.

Lonnie’s hands went to the front of my harem pants. I reached up and back, putting my hands on his neck. We swayed slowly like that, dancing with no music.

Then he slipped my cropped top off and undid my bra. My bouncy boobies stood proud. He fingered my pink gumdrops and then cupped my beauties in his strong hands. He was gentle as he massaged me and kissed me. I loved seeing the contrast of his dark skin with my almost creamy complexion.

Then Lonnie slid his hands down my torso to my narrowed waist and then to my hips. His fingertips slid into the waistband of my harem pants and he pulled them down. I slid out of them.

This was how Lonnie liked me, naked except for pretty panties. And these were very pretty, extremely sexy, black lace panties.

I knelt and unzipped his slacks. I pulled them down and off. Then I kissed the head of his black beauty through his underwear. I slid my pink fingernails into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down as well.

His cock fell out and I took it in my hands. I flicked the tip and then wrapped my lips around it. Lonnie put his hands on my head. I bobbed back and forth, swirling my tongue along the length of that magnificent black cock.

Lonnie put his hands under my arms and picked me up effortlessly. I reached down and held his cock as he carried me to the bedroom.

What followed was a glorious fucking.

G-L-O-R-I-O-U-S.

Were you able to hear the angles sing over my screams of ecstasy?

After Lonnie had cum for the second time we lay there, our hear rates calming, our breathing returning to normal. My bottom was buzzing and my heart was happy.

I drifted off like that, snuggled up to my man, my hand on his softening cock. My eyes closed and I entered the land of dreams.

***THE DREAM***

I entered a familiar looking space. I suddenly realized I was walking through the locker room of my old high school. I passed by a row of mirrors and saw I was the age I am now.

It was eerily quiet.

There were no voices, no laughter and no sounds of slamming locker doors. I only heard the sound of my bare feet on the tile floor. I was naked and had no idea where my clothes were or how I’d been transported back to Kennedy High.

I walk past row after row of lockers and benches.

I call out but my voice echos into nothingness.

Then I hear voices. Girls’ voices!

OH MY GOD! I was in the girls’ locker room!

I quickly cover myself with my hands and try to find a place to hide somewhere far from the voices which suddenly seemed to be all around me from the shadows.

I near the end of the locker room by the entrance to the showers. I press my back into a corner. The voices get louder. The voices get nearer. I try to slow my breathing. My hands are clamped over my crotch in case I’m discovered.

What could I say? How could I explain a situation I didn’t understand?

Suddenly three cheerleaders were standing in front of me.

I had no idea where they’d come from or who they were. They were just shadowy outlines. They began to walk towards me. Getting closer and closer. I started to be able to make out facial features.

The three girls looked vaguely familiar.

With no retreat possible, I pressed my back harder against the wall.

There was a white girl, a black girl and an Asian girl. I remembered their faces from middle school and high school. I remembered they hated me. I could still hear their teases and taunts. They were all grinning at me now. I felt like a mouse cornered by three cats.

“What do we have here?” one asked.

“Looks like a man,” the second one said.

They see what I am covering between my legs.

“More like a boy,” one mocks, “A little boy.”

I try to speak but I have no voice.

“Looks like some naughty little boy was hiding in the locker room trying to get a sneak peek of girls changing their clothes.”

“Is that right, Naughty Boy?” the third voice asked.

“Oh my God. He’s naked,” the first voice said.

“Ohhhhhhh,” the second voice said, “He’s a pervert. A pervert naked Peeping Tom little boy.”

They all laughed. I tried to explain, but in this dream I had no voice.

Someone pulled me out into the center of the room by my hand. I am naked and vulnerable. The cheerleaders circle me and begin to taunt me. I don’t know what to cover. I put one over my butt and the other stays covering my crotch.

“Maaaaybeee,” the second voice says, “He’s Anadolu Yakası Sınırsız Escort naked because he was just about to play dress up and we interrupted him.”

They all burst out laughing again.

“Is that it, Naughty Boy? Were you hoping to find some cute girly clothes to put on? Were you going to play dress up?”

“Looking for some pretty panties to slip into?”

“I think he’d look cute in panties.”

“Cute cotton briefs! With pink, yellow and blue flowers!”

I remembered one of them in cotton briefs with pink, yellow and blue flowers. We were in the lunch room. There was laughter.

Was I remembering that right?

“Briefs?! Ewww. Not pretty or cute enough for that sweet doll. Think again.”

I couldn’t believe this conversation was taking place.

Then one of the voices asked, “How about some bikinis? Or boy shorts?”

“I have some ruffled boy-shorts at home.”

“Does us a Helluva lot good now, Doofus.”

“Bikinis it is then!”

They weren’t really going to make me put on bikini style panties, were they?

They all laughed again. Then they started chanting.

“BIKINI PANTIES! BIKINI PANTIES!

“BIKINI PANTIES! BIKINI PANTIES!

“BIKINI PANTIES! BIKINI PANTIES!

“BIKINI PANTIES! BIKINI PANTIES!

I shake my head ‘no.’ I try to speak but only a faint whimper escapes my mouth. I am trapped.

“Well, it is the girls’ locker room,” the third said, “I’m sure we can find something for our little pervy panty-boy to wear.”

They started to walk around me. They were studying every inch of my body. Someone pinched my butt. Someone flipped the back of my hair up.

“He’s so petite,” one says.

“And cute.”

“No muscles. A nice slender frame,” another said.

The third chimed in, ” A little flat, though.”

“Chest or butt?”

“Both!”

That laughter again.

“BOY BUTT!” they all shouted.

It became a chant.

“BOY BUTT!”

“BOY BUTT!”

“BOY BUTT!”

“Well, girls, looks like we have our work cut out for us.”

A bright light shone down on me. I felt like I was on the center stage of a show starring only me. The light was blinding and I squinted to see. I could only make out shapes and shadows now. I was frozen by some unseen force. My hands were at my side and I could no longer move my arms to cover myself.

“Not much between the legs,” the second voice said.

I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.

“I’ve seen bigger weenies on the babies I sit for,” the third mocked with a chuckle.

“I think it’s kinda cute,” the first one said, flicking a fingertip against the head of my small penis.

Even fully erect my unimpressive member was barely 5 inches.

One of the shadowy shapes stepped closer. I could make out her shape now.

It was the Asian girl. It was Deborah. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform. She was one of the three who had tormented me since middle school.

She gripped my penis and started to stroke it. It grew but when it reached its full potential, Deborah stopped. She looked into my eyes.

“Awww,” she said, looking at the other two, “I think that’s it. That’s how big it’s going to get.”

“Big?”

They all laugh.

“We could make it bigger,” one said.

“What fun would that be?” the other asked.

“I think,” Deborah said, her pointer finger aimed right at my penis, “I think we should make it…cuter.”

I felt a tingling sensation between my legs like I had to pee. It began at the base and shots to the tip of my erect penis.

A pink glow covered my crotch.

The three of them were staring at me…at my crotch.

Deborah wiggled her finger and the tingling in my dick got more intense. Then I felt a strange vibration, and when I looked down to where they were all looking, I saw, to my horror, my penis was shrinking.

4 and a half inches.

4 inches.

3 and a half inches.

I screamed but nothing comes out.

I pleaded to them with my eyes.

I watched as my cock got smaller and smaller. It’s barely there any more.

3 inches.

2 and a half inches.

2 inches.

Finally the tingling stopped. The pink glow fades. I am shocked to see I now have a little baby cock. No bigger than the tip of my finger. It’s surrounded by a perfect triangle of light brown hair.

“Awwww,” the second shape says as it comes closer.

It’s Aiesha, the black girl with the dreads who was not only a cheerleader but captain of the field hockey team.

“It’s adorable.”

She flicked it with a long, purple and pink fingernail.

“It’s like a little clitty,” the first shape said stepping besides me.

I see it’s Samantha, the girl who was always chewing gum and twirling her hair. She’d hated me since 4th grade when I…

Oh my God.

Ever since I lifted up her skirt in front of everybody in the cafeteria. She’s been wearing silly, little girl underpants with pink, yellow and blue flowers.

“LITTLE CLITTY! LITTLE CLITTY!

“LITTLE Anadolu Yakası Suriyeli Escort CLITTY! LITTLE CLITTY!

“LITTLE CLITTY! LITTLE CLITTY!”

“This is fun!” Samantha squealed.

“Let’s see what else we can do,” Aiesha said.

She stepped right up to me and extended her left hand. She closed her eyes and whispered something under her breath. I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

She extended her pointer finger. She touched my left nipple.

SHIVER.

She touched my right nipple.

SHIVER.

The tingling returned. As did the pink glow. This time though the warm sensation was under each of my nipples. I felt a tightness in my chest.

Aiesha took a step back and they all grinned at me.

I looked down and saw my areola grow pinker and rounder. My nipples became longer and pointier. Then my boy breasts began to swell. A little at first like the breasts of a little girl. Just points, really.

In a mocking baby voice, Samantha said, “Awww, little itty bitty titties.”

“They’re so cute,” Deborah said, smiling.

The swelling continued. I had the breasts of an adolescent girl. They were rounder and more obvious as breasts now. I was a solid A Cup or more. The tingling intensified.

Deborah leaned in and blew onto my left nipple and it becames erect. The wonderful reaction it caused went through my entire body, even to my little baby cock.

“Not too big,” Samantha said.

“Something cute,” Deborah suggested, “To match his petite frame.”

Finally the tingling stopped. The pink glow faded.

I felt a heaviness on my chest.

Aiesha put her hands on my shoulders and turned my body to the large, full length mirror which had magically appeared to my right.

I saw my reflection and was shocked to see two perfectly shaped breasts.

“Perfect!” Samantha said.

“32B?” Deborah asks.

“That’s what I was shooting for,” Aiesha says, her arms folded, giving me a once over with her eyes.

Samantha stepped closer. Her hands reached out. She cupped my new breasts in her hands. She squeezed them gently.

Oh my.

She let them drop and they bounced. She pinched a nipple and I squealed. She leaned forward and blew on my right gumdrop.

Oh myyyyyyyyyyyy.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip. There was a new sensation between my legs and it seemed to connect my pink gumdrop nipples to the pink head of my tiny clitty…dick…my cock.

“His hair! Do his hair!”

“His butt! Do his butt!”

“HAIR! BUTT! HAIR! BUTT!”

The chanting, the taunting, began again.

“HAIR! BUTT! HAIR! BUTT!”

“HAIR! BUTT! HAIR! BUTT!”

“HAIR! BUTT! HAIR! BUTT!”

Their voices started to blend and echo in the emptiness of the locker room. Samantha, Aiesha and Deborah began to dance around me, holding hands.

A strange wind began to blow through the cavernous locker room.

“NO UGLY BODY HAIR!”

“NO UGLY BODY HAIR!”

“PRETTY HAIR! LONG HAIR!”

“PRETTY HAIR! LONG HAIR!

“GIRL BUTT! GIRL BUTT!

“GIRL BUTT! GIRL BUTT!

“SEXY LEGS!! DELICATE HANDS!!”

“SEXY LEGS!! DELICATE HANDS!!”

Strange sensations surged through my body. The air in the locker room became still. The pink glow began to form again.

“KISSABLE LIPS”

“POUTY KISSABLE LIPS!!”

“POUTY KISSABLE LIPS!!”

“MAKE HIM A GIRL!”

“PRETTY GIRL! PRETTY GIRL!”

“MAKE HIM A GIRL!”

“PRETTY GIRL! PRETTY GIRL!”

The room was spinning. I felt as if I was in the eye of a hurricane.

The three voices became one. The pink glow filled the room. I felt a 1000 little lightning bolts shoot through me. The pink glow encircled my body.

I began to levitate. I was now hovering above the tile floor and started to spin slowly. I felt dizzy. It was like I was on some insane amusement park ride. All I saw was flashing lights.

The one voice has now become a chorus of girl voices.

“MAKE HIM A GIRL!”

“A PRETTY GIRL! A PRETTY GIRL!”

“MAKE HIM A GIRL!”

“A PRETTY GIRL! A PRETTY GIRL!”

And then! There was nothing.

The crazy ride stopped and I dropped to the ground.

My new breasts bounced.

The voices have stopped. I could hear only the dripping of a faucet. The pink glow had dissipated.

It was perfectly still. The three shadowy figures were gone.

It was just me and the pretty girl staring back at me.

WHAT??

I raised my left hand to my face and the pretty girl raised her left hand to her face. I smiled. She smiled.

I studied her face. She had a beautiful smile with perfect white teeth. There were some freckles dotted across the bridge of her button nose which crinkled a little when she smiled. Her thick lashes flutter like butterfly wings.

I ran my fingers through my hair. She ran her delicate, perfectly manicured nails through her gorgeous, blonde, shoulder length hair with its silky waves.

I placed my hands on my chest. She cupped her 32B breasts in her small, girlish hands.

I gasped. Anadolu Yakası İranlı Escort

I turned slightly, studying my entire body.

She turned her curvy body and I saw her perky breasts, flat tummy, hips and smooth, coltish legs.

I didn’t know who the beautiful 18 year old girl was in front of me was, but she could have been my sister. Heck! She could have been me!

Then I glanced between her…my legs!

THOSE ARE MY LEGS! OH MY GOD!!

THE PRETTY GIRL WAS ME!

I’d been transformed into the sexy image of the perfect cheerleader!

Samantha, Aiesha, and Deborah hadn’t made me all girl though. They’d left a small reminder. They’d left me my shrunken baby…cock…they’d left with my new clitty.

I saw a pile of clothes on a bench in front of a row of lockers. I walked over and, with each step, could feel how my now rounder girl butt swayed from side to side.

I picked up the first item of clothing. It was a pair of girl’s panties. They were pink, lacy and satiny. They felt wonderful in my hands. I stopped to admire my new nail color for just a second.

These were my panties. I knew they will fit me perfectly. I stepped into them and pulled them up my smooth legs.

Oh myyyyyyyy.

They felt scrumptious against my bare skin. I smoothed them out over my ass. I loved the sensations that gives me.

I looked down and saw there was hardly any bulge at all in the front of my pretty pink panties.

I then put my matching bra on like I’d been doing all my life. I adjusted the left strap and then admired my reflection in the mirror.

In my panties and bra, with my long hair, I made quite the pretty girl. I smiled at myself.

“All the boys would want to date that girl,” I told myself.

“And fuck her brains out with their hard cocks,” another voice whispered.

She was gorgeous. I loved being that girl.

I picked up the yellow Spandex spankie panties and put them on. They were tight and covered my panties. I pulled a wedgie out from my two perfectly shaped butt cheeks. The front of my spankie pants were completely smooth. I had no bulge at all!

The next item was a short, yellow and black skirt. It was a cheerleading skirt! I stepped into it and zipped up the side.

Suddenly I got an urge.

I twirled. I kicked up my left leg. I saw flashes of bright yellow from under the black and yellow pleats of my short skirt.

The top was tight against my breasts but there was still some bounce. I put on my little white socks with the yellow pompoms on the back. Then I put on my sneakers. I noticed how my feet seem smaller now.

I looked back in the mirror and decided I need to do something with my hair.

“Pigtails?” a voice asked.

“You’re not in the eight grade,” another voice said with attitude.

“A ponytail then,” the first voice said.

I fashioned my gorgeous hair into a high ponytail and held it with a black and yellow scrunchie.

The sweater I picked up had a cartoon yellow jacket on it. I slid it over my head and into place. I checked my hair again. It was perfect!

And damn! Did my boobs look great!

My soft, pouty lips were now coated with a bubblegum pink which made them look cute and sexy. I batted my eyes and felt the weight of my thick lashes.

I blew a kiss to my reflection and we both giggled.

Past, present and future are swirling around me now. Genders were blurred. My mind was racing.

I like…I love…the pretty girl I’d become.

I pick up my pompoms and start walking out of the locker room. My boobies bounce. My bottom swishes to the left and to the right. I can feel cool air on my upper thighs as my short skirt rises and falls. I can see glimpses of my spankie pants and my sexy, round girl butt.

I feel so happy, so content. I feel so utterly girlish and pretty. I swish my butt a little more.

“My milkshake brings all the boys to my yard,” I said, giggling again.

From somewhere I can hear a crowd roar.

Then I hear a deep voice.

“Well, what do we have here, boys?” the deep voice asks.

“Looks like some pretty, little girl has gotten herself lost,” another says from somewhere in the shadows.

“All by herself in the boy’s locker room,” a third says.

THE BOY’S LOCKER ROOM?

NO! That’s not right!

I was in the girls’ locker room! I was in the girls’ locker room because…I was…a girl…now…

“She sure is pretty,” the first voice says.

“Look at those legs!” the second voice growls with a sexual tone.

“And that ass,” the third says.

I suddenly feel like a fairytale character lost in the scary, dark woods surrounded by wolves.

“Check out those pink lips,” the third voice said, “Just imagine all the things she can probably do with those.”

I feel fingertips under my skirt. They flip it up and a hand spanks my butt. Then it squeezes my cheek.

I feel butterflies in my tummy.

“DAMN!! That is one bouncy little bubble butt!” the second voice says, “Imagine all the fun we can have with that.”

I am surrounded again.

I drop my pompoms and when I bend to pick them up a hand smacks my butt. It stings.

Then I see three shapes come forward out of the fog that dreams create.

It’s Bryce, Antoine and Mikey!

They played football and basketball at my old high school. I forgot how good looking they were. They were always so….dreamy.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32