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Helen’s Sixth Story

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A Morning Alone…

From the second I woke up on that particular morning, I knew that sex was going to be the major thing on my mind that day. I don’t know if it is hormones or naughty dreams but every so often I just wake up really horny. Usually when this happens, I reach out and find my partner, Steve’s, cock. I love the feel of his cock as he is waking up – it is so responsive and eager to please. Sometimes I wake him up by taking his cock in my mouth and gently sucking it. I like to feel it swell to fill my mouth. Don’t men have a peak of testosterone or something in the morning? Whatever the reason, I’m rarely left disappointed when I need an early morning fuck to start my day off right.

Unfortunately, this morning there was no willing cock to satisfy me, since Steve was away on business and wouldn’t return until late that evening. So, as I lay there in that lovely warm state between wakefulness and sleep I let my hand find its way down to my pussy. My hand may have followed this path many times before, but one of the true delights of sex is that, when you’re in the mood, every touch is just as exciting as if it were the first time, yet with familiarity giving the added bonus of being able to savour precisely the delights to come. I parted my legs and let two fingers slide between my pussy lips. The wetness I felt confirmed what I already knew – I was very turned-on.

I manoeuvred some of my juices over my already receptive clit and began to massage gently in a circular motion. I knew from experience that if I remained quietly relaxed, with my eyes closed, I could stay in this semi-awake state for some time, and that the effect could be dramatic. I have never been hypnotized, but I imagine that what was about to happen to me must be similar to going into a trance. As I focused on the gentle circular motion of my fingers and the almost imperceptible increase in pleasure it was producing, it was as if my whole body and brain and nervous system began to disappear inside my clit. The entire attention of my being became concentrated on the tiny area of pleasure cells between my legs, which now felt as if they were expanding to fill my own personal universe.

I once saw a model of what we would look like if the size of our body parts truly represented the number of nerve endings they contained – large lips and ear lobes, long fingers and, of course, enormous genitalia! This is how I now felt – I was my clit.

As I ascended gradually towards my goal, every sensation became magnified a thousand times. A barely firmer pressure on my clit elicited a gasp, a slightly quicker motion of a finger and I quivered. I knew that I could cum in a second if I wanted to, but that, if I were prepared to wait for my ultimate delight, I would be well rewarded for my patience. So I fought to remain deneme bonusu veren siteler in control, yet with every stroke taking me nearer to the summit of my own personal Everest.

As my sensitivity became more and more intense, it felt as if my head was about to burst and I knew that the time was now right. Although I barely felt in charge of my arm and hand and fingers anymore, I started to rub much more firmly and quickly around the whole area surrounding my clit. The effect was immediate and the pleasure almost unbearable as, gasping for breath, I reached the peak of my emotion and tumbled uncontrollably down the other side. I emitted a passionate and uncontainable scream as my whole body convulsed wildly and I collapsed, sobbing into my pillow

Girls telling tales…

It was a warm, balmy evening as I sat alone in the garden, listening to the birds singing cheerfully and watching the beautiful sunset sinking behind the trees to the southwest. Purple sunsets have always been a favourite of my partner, Steve, and I, but I couldn’t share this one with him as he was away on a business trip. Instead I was recalling a sunset we had shared in India, overlooking the Indian Ocean, a few years ago. I was just getting to the good bit – the alfresco sex after the sunset, when the ‘phone woke me from my day-dream; it was one of ‘the girls’ asking me to come out for a drink, to celebrate Judy’s birthday. I got changed into a smart, short, navy skirt and claret blouse and walked down town to find the girls. I don’t usually choose to go out with my female friends, since I’m not very interested in ‘girl-talk’, but I suspected this would be more ‘Sex in the City’ than shopping and babies so I was looking forward to it.

We met up, found a quiet corner in a pub and started to talk about current men friends, houses, work and other fairly mundane matters for a while. As I’d hoped, though, it wasn’t too long before the discussion turned to more interesting topics. Judy explained that she had been planning a saucy treat for her partner, since it was his birthday next month – she was going to give him the chance to choose to have sex anywhere he wanted. Of course, the discussion then developed into the strangest places where we had each had sex.

Liz started bashfully with the tale of her young husband making love to her on the beach on a busy day in summer. It had been a disaster, since the wind had blown the sand everywhere!

Jo thought for a while and then recounted the story of her experience with a guy who drove wedding cars; he had dropped the newly-weds off for their reception and had arranged to meet Jo in a nearby car park. He didn’t have much time, but they enjoyed ten minutes of sweaty passion on the leather seats of his boss’s Rolls Royce, deneme bonusu before he had to return to work.

Kath said that she hadn’t had sex in any interesting places for a long time, though she remembered one particular episode many years ago. Her boyfriend had borrowed his father’s sexy, but petite red sports car. It was too small to do anything interesting in, so he had sat her on the bonnet to satiate their passion. The problem came later when her boyfriend had to explain to his father what had caused the two cheek sized hollows in the bonnet!

I had been very quiet, but now they all turned to me and Judy said, “Well, Helen, can you beat that?”

I stared into the distance and thought for a while, before telling them this story:

It was a rainy day when Steve and I were both at a meeting in a hotel in a small English city. After lunch we needed to get out for a break, so we decided to look round the quaint cathedral, which was, apparently, famous for its crypt. We got to the crypt down a slippery and uneven spiral staircase. Inside the crypt, it was dark, dank and cold, hardly ideal conditions, but for some reason we both knew what was going to happen in there. In a flash we were entwined, with hands and mouths everywhere; I could feel the welcome bulge in his trousers as my juices began to flow. Soon he had his hands down my panties and I was loosening his belt. Suddenly, we heard a footstep on the stone stairs and we had to quickly make ourselves decent and climb out of the crypt. We read a few inscriptions in the cathedral until we knew the crypt was empty again, and we quickly descended back into the blackness to continue. This time the passion was even more extreme. I kissed him violently as his finger slid rapidly to find my clit. I fumbled for his zip and released his rock hard cock from its prison. He tore my panties from my body and took my weight with his hands as I jumped up and wrapped my thighs around his hips. There, with my naked bum cheeks pressed against the cold, damp stone of the crypt, his cock penetrated me. Fearful of the next footsteps on the stone, and hopeful that the sound of my arse cheeks slapping against the stone wasn’t quite loud enough to wake the dead, we fucked ferociously for what seemed like an age, but was probably only a couple of minutes, before we came, explosively, together and sank, spent, into each other’s arms.

As I finished the story, I turned to the others. The looks of shock and amazement were still clearly on their faces. I realised then I should have just told them that I once had sex in an aeroplane toilet………..

Making the best of a rainy day….

Another rainy day sat in front of my computer screen. It was cold outside, so I had put the heating on – though perhaps a little too high. As I moved on my black leather executive chair I felt a small bead of sweat run down my back. I remembered how the thought of my sweaty skin on leather had always been a real turn-on and I smiled as I began to feel the familiar, and always welcome, wetness begin to flow between my legs. I wondered what it would feel like with my naked back against the chair and slowly unbuttoned and removed my blouse. It felt good, very good, but the catch on my bra chafed uncomfortably as I rubbed my back along the sticky leather. I reached behind my back, undid the catch, slipped the straps over my shoulders and allowed the bra to drop to the floor. That was better, I could now rub my back easily across the chair and feel the leather tight against my wet skin. It also gave my breasts their freedom. My breasts are not large, but I have always been proud of their shape and how firmly they stand up on their own. As I stroked them gently I could feel my nipples harden. I pulled eagerly at each nipple in turn. It is strange how the older I get the more sensual and sensitive my nipples become. One day I know that I will orgasm through them.

Sitting in the warm office, naked from the waist up, I knew that I also wanted to feel the leather against my thighs. I eased myself to my feet and slid my skirt down gradually over my hips and felt it fall to the floor. In the stillness I could feel my heart throbbing as I snaked my panties down my thighs until they fell noiselessly onto the carpet.

The sun suddenly began to flood the room. It felt warm and welcoming on my body. The gentle tingle I was feeling became increasingly insistent. I reached down and traced my fingers slowly around and across my smooth pussy – the dampness between my naked thighs tasted good. I lowered myself into my chair and fumbled for the mechanism which made it tilt back. The leather felt warm and sticky against the entire length of my naked body.

Work was the last thing on my mind now. I was enjoying feeling the excitement building. A few minutes of gently stroking my inflamed clit and I was almost there. I could feel my hot breasts swelling to greet my hand. The stroking became more violent as the intensity of the pleasure grew stronger and more concentrated. I needed to pause now to allow my feelings to subside, since I knew that this would magnify the final climax, so I forced myself to wait until my breathing had almost returned to normal before I allowed my fingers to return to the throbbing between my thighs.

This time there was no holding back as I placed the flat of one hand on the smooth and shaven skin just above my pubic bone and pulled it firmly towards my navel. This stretched and tightened exquisitely the skin around my swollen clit and exposed it openly to the rasping, rubbing fingers of my other hand. I gasped and shook uncontrollably as the sharp stabbing pleasure at last turned into the elation of the final release.

Perhaps now I could think about doing some work……………

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My First Party

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I expected it to be another crazy Friday. Most people love Fridays, I hate them. Clients are always rampaging, the kids always want a friend to spend the night, and my husband has to work. After the week I had had, I just wanted to curl at my master’s feet and please him. I didn’t want to be the responsible employee, wife, and mother. Then I opened the email.

“Princess, the children are at my mother’s for the weekend. After work, go straight to the airport. I will bring anything you might need and meet you there. Master.”

Things started looking up and the anticipation made the day fly by. I don’t know if it was the excitement or not, but even my clients were pleasant. Before I knew it the day was over and I was headed to the airport. On the drive, I started thinking about what my delightful master had in store. By the time I arrived, the moisture between my legs had soaked even the tops of my stockings. I trusted Him and knew I would enjoy anything he had in store.

When I saw Him waiting at the front door, my heart started racing. He had always been my husband but had just recently become my master and the thrill never ceased to amaze me. Every time I saw Him, my heart raced, my pussy drooled, and my breasts ached for His touch. I was the luckiest woman in the world I thought as He smiled at me.

“Are you ready Princess? ”

“Yes, Master. May I ask a question?”

“You may ask, but I may not answer.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll answer when we are in the air. Trust me.”

We then checked in and proceeded to do the airport thing until finally we were in our seats and taking off. Once the plane leveled off, He turned to me and told me the plan, or as much of the plan as He wanted me to know. We were going to San Francisco for the weekend. He had arranged with my boss to give me Monday off and He had a room for three nights. I belonged to Him for the weekend and there would be no interruptions. The thought made me warm inside and I slept for the rest of the flight.

Once Tipobet we checked into the hotel and were in our room, Master ordered me to strip. I was to stay naked unless we went out. Then He put on my collar. I have mixed feelings about that collar. I love the submissive feeling of Him placing it on my neck, but it is 3 inches wide and makes me unable to bow my head. He wants me to be proud of my place and I must wear it until He decides I don’t need it any more.

We relaxed for the evening and made love until the early morning. I thought we would sleep in the next morning and spend a lazy day in the room. I was in for a surprise. Master woke me up at 7 with a cup of coffee and said I was wasting the day. He told me to forget the normal morning shower and just get dressed. My outfit was in the bathroom.

I walked in and saw jeans, no underwear, my cupless bra, t-shirt and sweatshirt. On top of the pile was a pair of small nipple clamps. Now the bra made sense. I placed the clamps on my nipples and felt the familiar pain that turned into ecstasy. I hoped we would come back to the room soon. If we were gone too long, I would melt into a pile of mush from wanting Him.

We were tourists for a few hours and made it back to the room by noon. Master then informed me that we were going out that night and we needed a nap. No sex, just sleep. After we woke, I was sent into the shower. When I came back into the room, a costume was lying on the bed and Master was already dressed. He wore purple and black with a black velvet robe and a mask that hid most of His face. I looked back at my costume. It was matching colors. It was a corset, under the bust, with a detachable skirt, matching cloak and a mask for me. Apparently my breasts would be bare. I started to get scared about where on earth we could be going.

After covering me up with my cloak, He ushered me out the door. I was so busy trying to figure out what He had planned, I didn’t realize that my collar was Tipobet Giriş still on and we had arrived at our destination. I was still very nervous about publicly displaying our relationship. He must have felt my nervousness because He hooked my chin with His finger and pulled my head up to look in His eyes.

“Princess, I know you are scared, but you have to trust me. We are going to a Dungeon Party. Do not embarrass me.’

I nodded with my stomach in my throat and followed Master into the building. I had seen dungeons in the videos we had watched but seeing one in reality was very different. Fear mixed with arousal was running through my blood. Was He going to take me in front of all these people? I was so scared, I couldn’t speak. We walked through several rooms full of people in various states of dress and undress. My mind was so blurred by what Master might make me do, I didn’t see anything until He stopped and ordered me to look in the room.

There was a woman blindfolded in the center of the room. Her hands were cuffed and tethered to a hook in the ceiling. Her body was taught as her Master tested her bonds. He attached clothespins to her areolas around the nipples. To those, he attached clamps and let the chain swing. Then he stepped back and chose one of the whips hanging on the wall.

First he wrapped her body in the whip and let it caress her like a lover. I watched her shiver and thought, I know that feeling. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she reacted to each lash of the whip. She was enjoying the feeling of each sting. When he caressed her with his hands she shuddered with her orgasms.

Then he untethered her hands and led her to a cushion on the floor. She was ordered to spread her legs and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She smiled as if she knew what was next. I did. He was going to allow her to suck his dick. I was so envious; I could almost feel the smooth head in my own mouth.

‘”You’re next, Princess” Master whispered in Tipobet Güncel Giriş my ear.

My heart skipped a beat and I wanted to argue with Him. My brain screamed No, but my body screamed Yes. Instead of saying anything, I just continued watching the couple. She was now bent over a padded bench and her Master was sliding a dildo into her pussy. She must have been very wet because it slid in with no effort. Once it was in, he started smacking her ass and legs with a crop. I knew from experience her screams were of pleasure. Then her Master told her “Now”. She started squirting. The dildo fell out and each slap of the crop brought a spray of moisture. He threw down the crop and replaced the dildo with his cock. He pumped furiously until they both came with loud groans. He uncuffed her and she turned around and licked him clean.

Master turned to me and attached my own nipple clamps to my already sore nipples and reminded me that I was next. I expected to be led to the middle of the room, but was instead led, by the nipple clamps, to a room with large overstuffed chairs. Master sat in one of the chairs and pulled me to my knees in front of Him. He placed the chain under his feet so that the only way I could stand up was if I pulled the clamps off my nipples by straightening my back. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I love that piece of his body and eagerly took him into my mouth.

Watching that couple had turned me on so much, I didn’t care that people watched me. I was proud to be able to suck Him off. I wanted to show off my ability to please my Master. I must have done a good job, because within minutes, I was rewarded with His come sliding down my throat. He pulled me into His lap and slowly took off the nipple clamps. As the blood surged, I heard someone crying. I looked up to see the couple from earlier in the chair next to us. She was cradled in his lap with a throw across them both. She was shaking and tears were running down her face. His hands were caressing her hair and he kept kissing her tenderly. When she finally looked up, the love in their eyes made me cry. Then Master told me to look at him.

When I saw the same look in His eyes that the other Master had, I knew everything would be ok. I was looking forward to the next dungeon party.

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