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It was Friday afternoon and school was due to finish. About time. I was so out of there once it was time to go. I was duty teacher for the day and I’d had it. Sometimes students are nothing but trouble, and those are the good days.

My final duty of the day would be sitting in the detention room giving the evil eye to whichever miscreants had earned the wrath of a teacher. Seeing it was a Friday I confidently expected there to be a grand total of zero detainees. It’s not considered nice by other teachers to lumber the duty teacher with detainees on a Friday so, as you can imagine, I was rather annoyed to find that there were two detainees to watch over.

What puzzled me was that the two detainees were a couple of the senior students. Marcia and Yvonne were two of the smarter students in the place and they rarely got into trouble. At least, not the sort of trouble that involved detention. They were usually clever enough to avoid that sort of thing and to earn one on a Friday? That took determination.

When then final bell rang I sauntered down to the room where we normally held detentions and waited for the girls to arrive. Eventually they did so, but they certainly were in no hurry to get the detention started. They were so slow in arriving I’d begun to suspect that they wouldn’t turn up at all.

They finally ambled in and I gave them the evil eye. They glowered back at me, giving me their own version of the evil eye in return. Now Marcia and Yvonne were both eighteen, intelligent, fit, and cheerleaders. They were normally followed around by a train of young men wanting to be of service to them. A smile from either of them would have young male hearts beating rapidly. The looks they were giving me were enough to scare professional wrestlers out of the ring.

“So glad you could make it,” I said, my voice oozing false charm. “I assume that you have homework you can do to keep you occupied?”

“No,” was the only reply given.

That was a bit of a surprise. Normally the detaining teacher assigned them something to do while they were in detention. Sort of putting some icing on the detention cake.

“So you’re just going to sit quietly for the entire detention?” I asked.

“We are allowed to converse with each other, aren’t we?” asked Marcia.

“Depends on the teacher running the detention,” I pointed out. “Making you stay quiet is an effective punishment at times. Impossible at other times. Might I ask why you both have landed here this lovely afternoon?”

“You can ask,” snipped Yvonne, and that was all she said.

“OK. Why have you both been given detention today?”

“For being smarter than Mrs Anders,” Marcia stated.

I was about to point out that if that was a reason for detention then the room would be very crowded, but teacher solidarity prevented me.

“More information, please,” I requested.

Yvonne sighed.

“Mrs Anders decided to give the class a lecture on the evils of climate change,” she said. “She was full of it. Marcia and I started putting up our hands and correcting her whenever she made a statement about climate change that was false or unproven. We’d done some research on the subject and we were citing facts and figures that contradicted nearly everything she said. We were perfectly polite about it. We even told her what sites to go to on the ‘net to get the proper facts.”

“She really didn’t like it when we pointed out that politicians and film stars weren’t scientists and anything they said was just personal opinion or a paid announcement,” Marcia added. “That’s when she gave us detention.”

Let me add a word to my description of the two young ladies. Sceptical. They wanted facts and figures and they wanted to know where those facts and figures came from.

I could sympathize with them but still, they probably hadn’t been as diplomatic as they could have been when rebutting Mrs Anders.

“I suspect that you could have been a touch more diplomatic about how you made your arguments,” I suggested. “You know how Mrs Anders feels on that subject.”

“We were perfectly polite,” snapped Yvonne. “She just didn’t like being told she was wrong.”

“Again,” added Marcia.

“Tell me, did you perhaps suggest that there were alternate explanations for the statements she made or did you flat out tell her she was wrong?”

The girls looked quickly at each other but didn’t reply. That was answer enough.

“Idiots,” I told them. “I should make you write an essay on the advantages of using diplomacy to tell a person they’re in error. You don’t tell a teacher that they’re wrong. You tell them that the statement they made is not quite right.”

“Well, we were right,” defended Marcia. “Can we go?”

“I would love to have you leave, because then I could go home as well. However the penalty has been given and must be served.”

“Can’t you change it to another penalty? You have that right as the teacher on charge.”

She was right. She probably knew the rule book by heart. If you know the rules it’s karaköprü escort easier to bend them. Bend them until they’re under great stress at times, but not actually breaking them.

“So what do you suggest as an alternate punishment?” I asked. “Sit here and write an essay, perhaps. That could take even longer than the detention.”

“There must be some penalties that are over faster,” grumbled Yvonne.

“Suspension from the squad?” I suggested, smiling as they went pale and shook their heads. “No? Any suggestions?”

I suddenly thought of one and smirked briefly. Marcia spotted the smirk.

“You’ve though of something. What is it?”

“Inappropriate,” I told her quickly.

I could see her running through possible permitted penalties, finally zeroing in on what I might consider inappropriate.

“Corporal punishment,” she said triumphantly. “Oh. Right. Inappropriate, as you say.”

“Why is it inappropriate?” demanded Yvonne.

“Do you want him to spank you? I thought not.”

“No. Not really. It wouldn’t be proper,” admitted Yvonne. “Anyway, he can’t. Rules say the same sex.”

“The rules also say I can delegate,” I pointed out.

“What do you mean?” asked Marcia.

“If you were agreeable I could delegate Yvonne to spank you and you to spank Yvonne,” I explained. “Corporal punishment applied and you’re free to leave.”

They looked at each other and I could practically see little light bulbs above their heads.

“Catch is they would have to be proper spankings so I would have to stay to supervise. And I would have to insist on a bare bottom for the action.” I smiled at the girls, confident they would be resigned to the detention. “Don’t let it worry you. Detention is only an hour, anyway. By the time the spankings were complete most of that time would be gone anyway.”

Marcia lent over and muttered something to Yvonne that I couldn’t hear. From the smirk on Yvonne’s face I suspected that I didn’t want to hear and didn’t want the discussing it. Both girls turned to me with big smiles on their faces.

“The rules say we can waive having a member of the opposite sex administer corporal punishment,” Marcia said, her smile seeming to grow bigger than ever. “Even if we spank each other you’d still see our, ah, privates, so what difference does it make?”

She’d been about to use a much cruder word than privates, just to try and shock me, but the look in my eye stopped her. Daring, but not stupid with it.

Were they bluffing or not? Damned if I could tell. Only way to find out would be to call them on it.

“You just finished saying you wouldn’t want me to spank you,” I pointed out.

“We’ve changed our minds,” said Marcia airily. “It gets us out of this place.”

“If that’s the way you feel then who am I to object? Feel free to drop your panties and bend over the desk,” I said, keeping a straight face.

It was a lot harder to keep a straight face when both girls hitched up their dresses, tucking them into their belts, and dropped their panties. Not just pushing them down a bit but dropping them right down and stepping out of them. Giggling all the while. They were still giggling when they turned and bent over the desk, standing next to each other with their legs parted a little more than the circumstances called for. Bitches, the pair of them. That was OK. I was a bit of a bastard, myself.

“As you have requested corporal punishment instead of staying for detention I’ll accede to your request,” I told them formally. “The beating will be confined to your bottoms,” my hands ran very lightly over a pair of very nice bottoms, touching with my fingertips only, “and will not impact other areas.”

My hands drifted between their legs, cupping the ‘other area’ so they knew what I was referring to. Two heads jerked higher when I did that with a funny noise coming from both of them. They both turned to look at each other, faces flushed, but they didn’t say anything.

I started spanking them, delivering a sharp spank to each cheek in turn, leaving a red handprint on each one. After a couple of spanks each I started to talk.

“It’s odd, you know,” I said in a friendly manner, “but some girls find this sort of thing quite stimulating.”

Both girls were shaking their heads, which I took to mean disagreement. I continued spanking while continuing to chat.

“It’s true, you know. I guess it has something to do with a man mastering them, punishing them. They feel helpless, and helplessness is quite stimulating in its own right. When you add that to the mastery, the man spanking them, the knowledge that he’s looking at them, well, some girls find it exciting. I suppose knowing that his hand might stray and touch them here has its own suspenseful anticipation factor.”

I demonstrated where by sliding my hands down from their bottoms and between their legs, rubbing against their mounds. There were a couple of shocked squeaks, I say squeaks because they weren’t loud enough to be called karatay escort squeals or screams, and Marcia protested.

“You just did!” she exclaimed.

“Did I? Oh, sorry. I did say I wouldn’t, didn’t I? Sorry.”

I gave them both a friendly pat to emphasize the apology, although from the squeaks maybe I shouldn’t have put that friendly pat where I did.

Neither girl made any attempt to move their feet closer together. As far as I was concerned this meant that if their pussies got a little attention it was because they wanted it. After a few more spanks I dropped a couple of quick slaps in an inappropriate place. Neither girl said boo, probably hoping that the other didn’t know where they’d just been spanked.

Did I mention that among the girls who found a man spanking them to be stimulating you could add the names Marcia and Yvonne? Both of them had flushed and swollen labia, their outer lips parting to let the inner lips emerge, all puffy and wrinkled.

I dropped one last spank on each little bottom and let my hands drop down and cover two little mounds. I started rubbing them.

“I think that will suffice as far as the spanking goes,” I said, rubbing them both quite firmly.

“Can we get up now?” asked Yvonne, her voice sounding rather strained.

“If you insist,” I granted. “Ah, how about you, Marcia. Standing up or just waiting a little longer?”

“Getting up, of course,” she muttered, not making any attempt to do so.

Come to think of it, Yvonne didn’t seem in a great hurry either. A couple of fingers eased between some lips, carrying my exploration deeper. The girls were looking at each other and they were a little flushed. (I mean their faces at this point.)

“Um, will you remove your hand, please?” Marcia asked and I of course obliged, letting them go and stepping back.

They both straightened up and turned to face me. They were both flushed, breathing hard, and forgetful. Apparently they’d forgotten that they’d tucked their dresses into their belts and were now flashing me front on.

“So are you going to tidy your clothes and run along home or should I advance this penalty to the next phase?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Yvonne, which was silly, in a way. I was quite sure they both knew what I meant.

“What I mean,” I told her, unzipping, “is that if you care to bend over the desk again I’ll let you test out the start of the next phase. Better yet, just lean back against the desk and you can observe each other being tested.”

“You wouldn’t really fuck us, would you?” asked Marcia with a gasp.

“Certainly not,” I told her. “I will just let you try out the equipment and then you can make up your minds.”

“Oh, really?” said Yvonne with a bit of a snigger. “And what would you do if we both said yes?”

I just smiled at her. She looked startled and then looked at Marcia.

“I’m game if you are,” she said softly, apparently assuming that I wouldn’t hear.

Marcia bit her lip, considering, and then nodded.

“We can always say no before things go too far,” she said, speaking equally as softly.

They both backed up against the desk, leaning back and watching me. I adjusted my trousers, bringing my equipment into the light. I won’t say I was over-endowed, equipment-wise, but I certainly wasn’t under-endowed. From the way the girls looked at me they weren’t going to complain. Well, they might have, but not because there wasn’t enough of me.

I moved closer to Yvonne. The way I saw it Marcia was the leader of the pair. If I tested Marcia first Yvonne could easily back off. However, Yvonne first meant Marcia would consider it a loss of face to back off. I reached down and started lightly rubbing Yvonne. I didn’t really need to, she was already somewhat aroused, but it’s wiser to check and find you’re right than it is to not check and find you’re wrong.

I took hold of her hands, wrapping one around my erection and pressing the other against her pussy.

“Steer me in,” I told her, speaking softly, coaxingly.

Her face flushed and she darted a quick look at Marcia who was watching. Marcia gave a quick nod and Yvonne swallowed nervously and adjusted the position of my cock. Her fingers parted, spreading her lips slightly, and she directed me between them. With that done she snatched her hands away, just watching to see what happened. Marcia was also watching, both of the girls seeming to hold their breath.

I pushed forward slowly. Yvonne made an odd noise low in her throat as I steadily sank into her, eyes wide as she watched me disappear. I kept moving, in no rush, feeling her passage stretch and cling, adjusting to take me. Once I was fully inside her I paused, just holding myself there, my groin rubbing against hers.

What I wanted to do was to start pumping her, and pumping her hard. What I did do was slowly withdraw, finally coming free and moving back a step. Yvonne was breathing harder and looking a little disappointed. I suspect that if karesi escort I’d kept going I would have met a token protest at the most. Now I turned to Marcia.

I had no need to tell Marcia what to do. She had hold of my cock and was steering it home as soon as I was within reach. The main difference between her and Yvonne was that I sank fully home a lot faster, assisted in this by Marcia pushing firmly towards me, helping me take her.

Cock in place, my groin pressing against hers, I asked the all-important question.

“Do I continue or withdraw? Mm?”

“Do it,” was the quick answer from Yvonne.

“My decision,” grumbled Marcia. “Ah, if I say go ahead, what about Yvonne?”

“She’ll have to wait her turn,” I replied, turning my head to look inquiringly at her. She gave a nod, which I assumed meant that she wanted to do it as well.

I looked back at Marcia and she was nodding. “Do it,” she told me, pushing toward me as she said it, grinding herself against me.

Ever willing to help a student I did it. I pulled back and thrust in hard and fast. Marcia gave a cry as I drove in this time, possibly because I just slammed into her, hot and heavy, my groin slapping against her. It wasn’t a cry of protest, though, more a cry of excitement. It changed to an eager, “Ah, ah, ah,” with every thrust, with her pushing hard to meet me. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wanted it right now.

I didn’t hold back. I just drove into her, moving fast, wanting to get her aroused and ready for a climax without wasting too much time. After all, I had another appointment immediately after her. For all that urgency I didn’t rush too much, not wanting to find myself climaxing before I’d even attended to one young lady, let alone two.

Sliding in, pulling back, the rasp of flesh against flesh exciting, rousing me to new heights. I’ll swear I was getting bigger with every stroke, not that Marcia was complaining. A fiery little thing, twisting about under me, pressing towards me, wanting more, demanding more. It wasn’t all that long and I could tell she was near a climax.

“Now?” I suggested, being answered by a frantic, “Oh, please.”

I gave a little more oomph and Marcia went up in flames, hands covering her mouth to stop herself screaming. I held on by the skin of my teeth, letting her go and saving myself for the encore.

Marcia just leant back against the desk, breathing hard, while I separated and turned to Yvonne. She was flushed and breathing hard. I suspected she’d come close to climaxing herself, just watching us. I pressed her back against the desk and then I was pressing against her, into her, driving firmly home.

She looked at me, seeming rather shocked and nervous. I just pressed against her, not moving just yet.

“Yes?” I asked, letting her consider what she wanted.

She glanced at Marcia who was now taking an interest in what was going on, and then looked back at me.

“I guess,” she said feebly, but I didn’t moved, just waited a little longer.

“I said yes,” she muttered when I didn’t do anything. I suspected that having a length of hard cock inside you concentrates your thinking, on one subject, anyway.

“Oh, god, yes, do it,” she said after another couple of moments, starting to sound a lot more interested.

I started on her, drawing slowly back and returning just as slowly. Her eyes widened and she started moving with me, not trying to push the pace but just matching what I was doing. After a few moments her eyes went sort of dreamy and she just lost herself in the gentle rocking motion.

Without changing the pace I reached up and started undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. Pulling the top apart I lifted her bra up, pushing it up and over her breasts, letting them spill free. Now my hands were on her breasts, stroking them to the pace being set by my cock.

I relinquished her breasts, turning to look at Marcia. She was watching everything we were doing, her face flushed. I nodded to her and then indicated Yvonne’s breasts. She looked confused for a moment and then caught on. She blushed and then reached for them, giggling slightly.

Marcia played with Yvonne’s breasts, touching, massaging, and kissing them, while I continued my slow thrusting, building up Yvonne’s excitement as slowly as I could. Not for her sake, for mine. After playing with Marcia I’d have exploded if I’d tried to move with any urgency. The slow pace allowed me to settle down while still letting me build up a head of steam for the subsequent explosion.

Seeing Marcia was bent over Yvonne and I had a free hand I reached for her, starting to rub her mound again. She lifted her head away from Yvonne for a moment, seeming to freeze, and then she continued playing.

Yvonne was still in a blissful state, eyes closed, moving with me and in no hurry. Yet. I could see the signs that her excitement was taking hold of her. It wasn’t going to be long before she wanted a more dynamic approach, especially with Marcia teasing her breasts.

When I did increase the pace Yvonne’s eyes popped open and she stared at me, adjusting her own pace to suit. She was breathing hard, making excited little noises, eager for completion. She also gave Marcia a surprised look. Hadn’t she realised that it was her playing with her breasts? Maybe not.

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It is a beautiful spring night in May. The air is warm as are the passions of our characters that we will call Karen & Frank. Karen is wearing a lightweight Muumuu in interest of comfort while Frank is wearing a silk shirt and white cotton slacks. They are at a lakeside cottage that is one of several, but alone in its setting.

Having had a good dinner in the resort dining room, both were in anticipation of the evenings activities. While walking back to the cottage, Frank let his arm fall below Karen’s waist and started rubbing her round butt. Karen put her head on Frank’s shoulder and started purring almost like a kitten. Karen’s ample tits started to stand out, showing their nipples to best advantage in the light fabric of the muumuu.

As they approached the cottage, Karen turned her head to Frank and said, “Kiss me now.” Not being a complete fool, Frank did just that, passionately and long which stirred more passion in both since Karen was now pushing her body against him. Franks hands were now holding both sides of Karen’s butt tightly against him so that Karen could feel the growth of his cock.

The kisses became lengthier and more deeply felt. Karen was on one foot, the other bent at a right angle while her arms were around Frank’s neck. In one sweeping action, Frank picked Karen up and took her in the cottage where he shut kadirli escort the door with one foot and put Karen on a couch. Grasping the bottom of Karen’s muumuu, Frank pulled the front up to where he could see her ample tits and bald pussy. Karen flinched at that action but said nothing immediately. Frank laid Karen back on the couch and crawling close, spread her legs as far as they would go and went face first into that pussy.

Using his educated tongue, Frank licked Karen to a big orgasm in about three minutes. While not gushing, she still gave Frank a face full of cum. Frank started then to nibble on Karen’s clit. This soon started Karen to squirm and yell that she was cumming. However, Frank was not going to let that happen soon. He would get her to the brink of a cum and stop short. This was driving Karen wild and she was thrashing around on the couch as much as she could with Frank holding her in place.

After about an hour of dining at Karen’s pussy Frank rose and said, “now it’s your turn.” Frank’s cock was as hard as it had ever been so it was not easy for Karen to get his pants and shorts off. When she did, she saw a cock nine and a half inches long and too big around for her to close her hand around. It popped out of his shorts right into her face. She jumped back a bit upon seeing that tool kapaklı escort but bravely started to slurp the head in her mouth.

She spit on it and pumped it with both hands. Frank held back his cum as long as he could, but soon he reached for Karen’s head, grabbed it and forced his cock clear to the back of her throat and came in her mouth with grunts of satisfaction.

After a few minutes of rest, Frank removed Karen’s muumuu exposing her massive tits, which were capped with extended nipples. Laying Karen back down on the couch and got them in a working 69 position. Karen took as much of Frank’s cock as she could, while Frank was nibbling on her clit again. Inserting two fingers in Karen’s pussy really told him how tight it was and it brought a groan of pleasure from Karen.

Expertly Frank manipulated his fingers in Karen’s pussy until she was shivering with delight and going rapidly up and down his cock. As Frank got close to his cum, he turned around and put Karen’s knees on her chest, rubbed his cock on her pussy a few times to lube it and shoved it straight in her pussy as far as it would go. Karen’s eyes got wide and so did her mouth. She let out a yell that could have been heard a block away. It took almost no time until Karen was fucking Frank’s cock just as much as Frank was fucking karacabey escort her pussy.

Karen clamped her pussy muscles as tight as she could and to Frank it was heaven. They fucked for quite a while this way before trading positions for a doggie ride with her face in the sheet and her ass in the air, her legs spread wide for better balance. Frank reached to a table beside the couch, grabbed a digital camera, and started taking pictures of the action. Half a dozen of the doggie fuck, then repositioned themselves for other pictures.

He got shots of Karen’s bare pussy from every angle he and she could think of and lots of her nude, full frontal bent backward as well as bent forward with her tits showing between her legs. It was a workout, and they had not finished their fuck. After the photo session, they again arranged themselves for their final fuck. This time Karen was riding Frank’s cock cowgirl style, grunting at every up thrust of Frank’s cock which he was burying every time to the hilt. Frank grabbed Karen’s waist and held her down on his cock while he pumped her vagina full.

Karen had never had that much cum in her pussy before. She could not hold her labia tight enough to keep it from running out and down her ass crack. She clamped a hand over her pussy and waddled to the bathroom to drain and clean up. Karen had not really cum yet, so as Karen was showering, Frank got in the shower with her and while the warm water coursed over their bodies, he fucked her to her explosive cum. Then he washed her from top to foot, taking special care with her special pussy. After toweling off, they went to bed for a good long sleep.

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[Best when read after “Her Happy Ending”]

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Her body trembled as he slid his swollen cock along her glistening pussy. After coating his shaft in her juices, he eased himself into her just past the head, which drew a delightful gasp from her. She was a little disappointed when he began to pull out, but that was soon turned to building arousal as he slid another inch of his hard dick into her at an agonizingly slow pace. His slow insertion drove her crazy as he held her hips down to prevent her from thrusting her way onto his hot flesh. After painstakingly moving in another inch, he gave her tight pussy a moment to adjust to his girth, then withdraw & teased her clit with his cock head before ever so slowly adding another inch. He continued this tortuously pleasurable process until there was only a couple inches left. Then he withdrew to the head, put his hands firmly on her shoulders, kissed her deeply, & drove the entire length of his cock into her with one grand thrust.

She gasped, then let out a slow moan as her depths adjusted to his size. Having never been so filled, she had nothing to compare the feeling to. “Fuck, that’s good”, were the only words she could form as he steadily began to increase the pace of their fucking. Having built up a good rhythm, he moved his hands from her shoulders to her hips, so he could better move her pelvis about is cock while being mesmerized by her large breasts bouncing back & forth on her chest. He took a swollen nipple into his mouth as he continued to pound into her wet pussy. Her ragged breathing & wide eyes let him know that another orgasm was building inside her. He began pinching her other nipple as his mouth moved to nibble on her ear. Now fucking her hard enough to shake the whole bed, it was all she could do to not pass out as she worked her hips & wrapped her legs around him to take in as much as she could. She held him as deep as her body would allow while her vagina clenched down around his cock, her climax rolling through her body & shaking her legs loose.

After she recovered from her second orgasm of the night, he gave both her nipples a hard pinch, & told her it was time to go for a gürsu escort ride. Knowing full well what he meant, her eyes lit up hungrily as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. He hooked his strong arms under her knees, gave her ample ass a mighty squeeze, & picked her up off the bed as he held her body against his. She absolutely loved this fucking position. He slowly lifted her by the ass off of his penis. Then, just as his cock head reached the opening of her pussy, he let her fall, impaling herself back on his meat while thrusting up with his entire lower body. When timed just right, his thrusts kept her body bouncing on his cock while her breasts continued to hypnotize him with their pendulous movements. All he could do to keep from drooling at the sight of her body’s gyrations was squeeze her ass tight & suck on her lower lip.

Eventually he couldn’t settle for just bouncing her on his dick, her head tilted back & she screamed out in ecstasy. This latest & strongest climax (so far) caused her pussy to clamp down so tight on his dick that he went weak in the knees, causing him to fall back onto the bed with her still firmly planted on his manhood.

All without missing a beat, he sat up & started to slowly lick the side of her neck while she began grinding her hips in circles on his throbbing cock. He matched her grinding motion with his thumb by tracing little circles on her clit as he used their grinding to steadily move his hard dick in & out of her tightness. They were both able to catch their breaths enough in this position to allow their energy to build back up to more vigorous movements. He gave her ass a loud slap. She met his grin with one of her own, then started aggressively rocking back & forth on his fuck stick while her heavy breasts crashed wildly into each other with every forward motion. His hands dug into her ample ass cheeks so he could lift her off his cock & drop her back onto it in time to her rocking. The loudness of her soaked pussy lips constant slapping against the base of his thick cock was added to their moaning & cries of passion. The occasional “oh fuck” & “fuck me” could still hendek escort be made out down the hall. They were long past caring though, as sweat glistened over their bodies & she could feel yet another orgasm building up within her. She was just coherent enough to keep telling him not to stop, & as her climax roared through her with a loud “oh, shit!”, he kept right on bouncing & rocking her on his dick while her pussy continued to seize & tighten all around him like a vise. If she hadn’t been so wet, the friction alone would’ve been too much for him to handle.

When her latest climax finally faded, she slid off his thickness & took a well deserved moment to catch her breath, while slowly rubbing her swollen pussy lips & lying on her back. He rolled her onto her stomach, & started a nice, energizing massage up the length of her back, which wasn’t what she was expecting. (She thought he was going to shove his cock right back in her pussy until he finally came). She was relieved for the break. He worked his way down her back over the next few minutes, & was now working his hands around her supple ass, being sure to check that her pussy was still good & wet. Giving both her cheeks a firm slap, he asked her how she wanted it, even though he knew her answer already. She told him to fuck her as hard as he could, & started taking deep breaths of anticipation.

He pulled her ass up off the bed, got a firm hold on her hips, & lined up the pulsing head of his cock with her pussy. Then, without a word, shoved his entire length into her with enough force to knock her off her elbows back onto the bed. Each thrush gained a little more strength behind it as he became more entranced watching her glorious ass shake under his forceful pounding. Before long, he felt like he was holding on for dear life while trying to fuck her into a coma. She let out a continuous string of sharp moans & expletives as his balls slapped against her clit like a electric pulse that shot through body over & over. And every time his cock head scraped against her G-spot, a little more pressure was added to her pleasure. The force of his hands on her hips only added ilkadım escort to her arousal as he continued to work himself into her with abandon. Increasing the power of his thrusts again, her legs finally gave way & fell out from under her. This shift in position & force now had him angled to bounce his entire body on her soft ass as his pace still quickened. As he bounced up & down on her booty, he felt the familiar vise grip of her vaginal walls that signaled another orgasm washing over her. He had to bite down on his own lip to keep from cumming on the spot himself. At this point, all she could say in approval was “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” over & over again as he bounced on her ass.

Her last orgasm seemed to go on for another minute, with waves of pleasure constantly crashing down over her body as his relentless assault on her pussy went on. Though soon enough, the incredibly arousing display of her body beneath his which had kept him rock hard all night was finally too much for his senses to take. Both of their vision began to blur as he found a way to force his last strokes even deeper into her still tensed pussy. He buried himself to the balls & held her down by the hips as his cock finally spasmed & let loose with all the energy & cum his body could manage. He leaned off to her side, leaving his cock still twitching inside her. It would be another couple minutes before his erection faded, so he gently rubbed her ass & slowly pumped his dick in her swollen pussy until it ceded to the pressure & came to rest between her lips.

He got up to toss the condom, & returned with a large towel to wipe the sweat from her body. He would’ve suggested a shower together, but by the looks of her still arousing yet exhausted form, she could barely stand let alone take a shower. As he moved her around to towel her off, she could only respond with appreciative hums & the occasional moan when he rubbed an erogenous zone. When they we finally good & dry, he put a clean sheet on the bed & slid in behind her to spoon. She responded by slowly grinding her ass against his spent cock. Then she leaned back & told him that he better rest up, because as soon as she could feel her legs again, she was going to fuck him into submission. He playfully squeezed an ass check & one of her boobs & whispered back, “Challenge accepted.” They drifted off to sleep while still grinding against each other, his reviving penis all but guaranteeing pleasant dreams for both of them.

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Emma took a deep breath and walked into the darkened room. On the left, leaning on the bar, laughing with the bartender, was a tall, shapely brunette. Her back to the door, she was wearing 5-inch heels and her nylons covered strong legs leading to wide thighs. Her black skirt was short and tight and her generous breasts pushed against her a turquoise corset – her nipples were clearly outlined.

Although there were other women in the bar, they were all too young. ‘That has to be her’. Taking a deep breath, Emma walked across the room, conscious of the eyes gliding up and down her body – undressing, evaluating, speculating. It excited her. She could feel her nipples responding to their looks. She became aware that her seam scratched her clit with each step. It felt good. She closed her eyes momentarily, savouring the sensation of being undressed by all these strangers.

Opening her eyes again, she saw that M’Pleasure was looking at her in the mirror behind the bar. Her eyes pierced like swords, sending a surge of liquid flame from Emma’s cunt. Her nipples felt like they would burst out of her bra.

Watching Emma, M’Pleasure smiled to herself. ‘This one will be good.’ M’Pleasure had planned to take it easy at their first meeting, but seeing Emma she knew she could do almost anything with the slut.

Emma had made the first contact, over the internet, looking for a ‘mature dom to teach me submission’. In emails M’Pleasure had learned that Emma was a professional woman, well educated, who’d recently become single again. She’d confessed to being feminist, bisexual and incredibly aroused by seeing Tipping the Velvet on TV. Although a high-level manager in her job, she obsessively fantasised about submission at night. She was well dressed – jeans, silk blouse over full breasts, well worn expensive boots.

As Emma neared, M’Pleasure locked eyes with her. Emma felt pinned to floor by the look. She held her gaze, but felt a flood of blood rush to her face. Finally M’Pleasure nodded, indicating she could come closer. As Emma reached the bar, M’Pleasure turned and reached a finger to Emma’s chin, stopping her. The finger was strong and elegant, tipped in a dark shiny red nail with a lightning strike drawn in black.

The nail traced a slow path from Emma’s chin, across her neck, down her chest to her breasts – the nail pushed sharply into one nipple and then the other. Emma drew a sharp breath of surprise and pleasure.

‘Show me.’ There was no mistaking the command. Emma paused, conscious that everyone in the bar was watching, curious, hoping for a good show. Slowly her fingers moved towards the top button of her blouse. Her hands shook slightly as the silk fell away. She looked at M’Pleasure, waiting.

The nail traced the edge of her lacey brassier. Emma shivered and closed her eyes as her clit throbbed. She shifted her weight to rub the seam against it. Her eyes flew open as she felt M’Pleasure’s nails rake across the top of her breasts on their way to the clasp in front. In an instant her bra gaped open and her breasts were fully exposed. Emma looked in the mirror and saw that everyone looked on greedily, straining to catch sight of her.

M’Pleasure smiled. ‘Turn around.’ Emma hesitated. ‘Turn around, slut.’ She turned. The bar seemed more full than when she walked in. Twenty pairs of eyes devoured her full breasts. She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples. Her clit continued to throb. She started to pant slightly as her arousal mounted.

‘Anyone Porno 64 care to see if they’re real or not?’ A murmur of pleasure circulated the room. A man, 40s, greying hair, heavy build, wrinkled suit, came up first. He grinned as he reached meaty fingers with hairy knuckles towards Emma’s left breast. His touch was gentle – he squeezed her breast, then traced a circle around the nipple. Emma gasped, it felt so good. A look from M’Pleasure stopped him cold. He smiled and leaned over kissing her nipple and giving it a quick flick of his tongue before he left. Her wet nipple burned with excitement.

‘Next’.

Two women came up. One tall, short hair, dressed in leather, a dog collar around her neck. The other was shorter, heavier, also butch. The second one nodded to M’Pleasure and then nodded to the woman with the collar. She grinned and reached both hands to Emma’s breasts. With her palms flat she rotated her hands just barely touching Emma’s nipples. Emma wanted her to squeeze her breasts and leaned forward. But the woman moved back, teasing her.

Emma had totally forgotten the others in the room. She was focused on her nipples. They ached with desire to be sucked. The two women backed away. Emma groaned. M’Pleasure smiled. The slut was well away.

‘Are you wet, cunt?’ Emma looked up, eyes glazed, nodded. ‘Show me.’ Blood rushed to Emma’s face again, as she became aware that she was half naked and fully aroused in a public bar with a crowd of strangers watching every move. M’Pleasure’s gaze locked with hers. Slowly she undid the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. ‘Keep going.’ Emma pulled her jeans down to her knees and then pulled her panties down.

She felt totally vulnerable. Her jeans pinned her knees together. She couldn’t move. Someone whistled. Another made kissing noises. Her clit throbbed. She ached to rub it. M’Pleasure’s hand reached towards her pussy, the nail extended. Slowly it traced the line of Emma’s shaved wet slit, pushing her lips every so slightly open. Emma trembled with desire, the presence of the crowd heightening her pleasure. Her breathing was getting heavier. Her lips were wet, her cunt was aching.

‘Rub your breasts.’ As Emma’s hands rubbed her own breasts, excitement poured through her. She squeezed her nipples and moaned with pleasure. Involuntarily her legs opened and she looked at M’Pleasure. ‘Please?’

M’Pleasure smiled. Success. The cunt was begging her. Why not? It was her first time. She’d come a long way in an hour.

M’Pleasure reached out her fist, knuckles upward. ‘Hump it, cunt.’ Emma looked at her with gratitude. She heard whistles and cheers and felt the crowd watching her. She was so desperate. She’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted to rub her wet clit on that outreached fist.

She bent her knees and opened her legs. She hobble forward to M’Pleasure’s fist. She felt the fist pressing against her overheated cunt. It pulsed against her clit. Her hips rocked back and forth and her legs opened wider to get more of the fist. Her body gained a momentum of its own, twisting, writhing on the fist. She was getting closer and closer, wanting it harder and harder. ‘Oh god yes. Please. Please.’

She was grinding her clit on the tip of M’Pleasure’s knuckles when the orgasm overpowered her, sending her body into spasms of delight. Applause erupted around the room. M’Pleasure pressed her fist into Emma’s cunt keeping her coming. Finally Porno 92 she pulled it back and watched as Emma’s breathing slowed. She looked first at M’Pleasure, grateful. Then around the room, stunned. She had just come in front of 20 people. They were staring at her, breasts gaping, cunt hanging out, pants around her knees. It made her excited all over again. She wanted more …

‘Pull up your pants.’

In a daze, she did as she was told. M’Pleasure turned and walked towards the back of the bar, gesturing her to follow. Emma followed her down a long hallway to a room near the end. It was big room, with four or five round wooden tables. People were sitting at some of them, in various stages of undress. One woman was naked, on the floor, sucking off a tall skinny man with knobby knees.

M’Pleasure walked over to an empty table. Emma followed, her cunt sticky and slippery. ‘Take off your clothes, slut.’ She did, shaking a little. ‘Bend over. Stretch your arms across the table.’ As she did, Emma noticed that the tables were higher than normal. She eased her body across the hard, cold wood of the table. The coolness felt good on her inflamed breasts and stomach. ‘Spread ’em.’ M’Pleasure kicked her right foot sideways until her waist was even with table height.

Her legs were spread wide, her cheeks stretched revealing her asshole and her cunt. She felt M’Pleasure loop something soft around her left ankle and tie it to a table leg. Then the right ankle. M’Pleasure came around to Emma’s head and tied her wrists together and then to the table. She felt M’Pleasure’s hands slide under her breasts and across her nipples. Then her fingernails raked along her sides and down her back to her asshole. Emma shivered as M’Pleasure traced her nail around her asshole and down to her cunt. Her shaved pussy was wet and gleaming. Her hips started to move again.

‘Stop! You’ll move if and only if I tell you to move. Is that clear?’

‘Yes … m’am.’

M’Pleasure smacked her. Broad handed slaps. Not hard, arousing. Emma’s butt tingled and she struggled not to move. She loved it. Her nipples were hard on the cold table and her clit throbbed with each slap. Her legs wanted to spread wider and her asshole was tight with anticipation. Suddenly the spanking stopped. Her buttocks and thighs were stinging and it felt so good. She wanted to rub her clit on the table, but could feel M’Pleasure watching her closely.

The fingernail touched her right cheek and made a big circle around her asshole. It ever so slowly spiralled in closer and closer, but didn’t touch it. Emma groaned with desire and frustration.

M’Pleasure chuckled. Emma felt something cold and slippery on her asshole. It was round at the tip, about the size of a finger. Her asshole opened greedily, wanting the object inside her. M’Pleasure obliged, slowing inserting the butt plug into Emma’s asshole. Turning it and rocking it to stimulate her. It was about 3 inches long and had a knobby surface. God it felt good. Ripples of pleasure flowed from her asshole to her cunt.

M’Pleasure laughed and gave her a hard slap on her pussy. Emma nearly came from the impact on her clit. Her cunt was totally exposed to the room and more than anything she wanted someone, anyone to touch her and make her come. But M’Pleasure laughed again and walked away.

Emma lay spread across the table for what seemed like hours. She could hear the people at the other tables but not see them. Pornolar porno One woman was begging someone to fuck her. Emma wished her hands weren’t tied and she could reach her cunt. Her clit and her asshole continued to throb.

Suddenly she was jolted by the butt plug. It jumped to life pulsing inside her asshole making her moan. Then it stopped. Her whole body throbbed. She heard M’Pleasure talking across the room, and the butt plug pulsed again, this time stronger, longer. Emma couldn’t stop herself from squirming on the table. Grinding her nipples and her clip into the wood.

Laughter … ‘look, the slut is humping the table.’ The plug stopped. It was agony. It was bliss. Emma stopped moving and pressed herself against the table. Felt her nipples hard, aching. She managed to get her clit against the edge and started to rock, rubbing it. Her asshole clenched against the butt plug, hoping the vibrations would start again. Her pussy throbbed wanting someone, anyone to fuck her.

The vibrations started again. They were stronger this time. Her entire body started to twitch. She rubbed her clit against the table edge, moaning. As she started to reach climax something pushed against her cunt. A prick, dildo, a carrot, she didn’t care, she wanted it. ‘Hey check this out. M’Pleasure’s slave is going to fuck her slut.’

The butt plug backed off a bit but still vibrated. Her clit was swollen. She felt hands grab her butt and pull her cheeks apart. Fingers slid down her crack to her slit and into her throbbing cunt. ‘Yes. Yes. Yes,’ she whispered, nearly crying with need. They moved in and out slowly and then slid down to her clit. She pushed her butt out farther inviting the fingers to rub her aching clit. She shuddered with pleasure.

The fingers rubbed harder and harder. It felt so good. But why didn’t he fuck her?

Again she heard M’Pleasure’s laugh. ‘You have to beg, slut.’

Was she a mind reader too? ‘Please … fuck me. Please … M’am, please make him fuck me.’

Emma felt the prick pushing into her cunt. It plunged deep and hard. And then withdrew, leaving her gasping. The butt plug stopped. Then again, he plunged into her, thrusting hard, sharp, while his fingers continued to rub her clit. Harder, faster, Emma strained to meet him, her legs as wide as she could split them. Hip moving as much as the bindings allowed.

The butt plug came on hard, violent, as the fingers pinched her clit and the cock slammed into her cunt, unleashing a storm of pleasure. She convulsed and screamed as she came and came. The room erupted in cheers and applause. The prick continued to pump into her causing her pleasure to go on and on.

It finally stopped and pulled out, leaving her exposed cunt dripping and pulsing for all to see. The butt plug vibrated lightly, causing her to shiver from time to time. She lay on the table limp and trembling. Again she was aware of the many eyes on her pussy. It was delicious. M’Pleasure was right, she was a slut. She didn’t know and didn’t care who or what had fucked her.

‘Clean her up.’

Emma twitched and then groaned as she realised that M’Pleasure had ordered someone to lick her pussy clean. The tongue was soft and wet. It soothed her inflamed clit and caressed her swollen lips. It pushed sweetly into her cunt. Very gently the butt plug was removed and the tongue carefully cleaned her asshole, the tip probing every so softly. Emma moaned and relaxed as the tongue continued to wash her.

At the same time, hands removed the soft ties from her wrists and ankles freeing her from the table. Slowly she straightened up, dizzy, faint, exhausted. M’Pleasure draped a silk cloth around her shoulders and led her to a chair. Emma looked at her with total gratitude and surrender.

‘That’s enough for today.’

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I rolled over, my hands reaching out and finding nothing. I had expected him to be in the bed. I lifted up slightly to hear the shower running.

I dropped back down, a grin spreading across my face as I thought about the night before. It had been so hot. I could still feel his beard between my thighs. I felt myself get wet as I relived him using his beard on my clit.

Without even thinking my hand dropped down and started to play with my already hard nub. I was dripping wet, even a little sticky from the night before. My back arched as I massaged my sensitive spot and I moaned.

I felt his hand clasp over my neck, slightly squeezing. His body laid down on me as he whispered in my ear, “I don’t believe I gave you permission to cum, little girl.”

I whimpered as his weight left me. Soon his hands made busy work tying me to the bed. My pussy dripped with the hope of what was to come.

I laid there naked as he stood above me, testing each tie. There was a little give to each other, but not enough to try and get away. He sat next to me, his finger mindlessly tracing across my heated skin.

“What am I going to do with you, missy?” he asked.

I moaned and closed my eyes as his finger dipped between my legs. He teased my pussy lips for a minute. I strained against the ties to get him deeper where I burned.

He chuckled and moved his hand away. I groaned in frustration.

He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, not touching any other part of me. My back arched, giving him better access to it.

He made sure to pay attention to both before abruptly standing up. The towel around his waist dropped to reveal his hard on. He climbed on the bed next to my head, straddled my face and placed his cock on my lips.

“Suck me off, little girl,” he demanded. “If you do it well enough I might let you cum.”

I didn’t have my hands available, all I could do was open my mouth and use my tongue to get his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked up and down it, my tongue swirling around the shaft and head. He groaned and leaned his head back, thrusting his cock a bit further down my throat.

I gagged a little and moaned at the feel of him hitting the back of my throat. I sucked soft at first, then hard, then back to soft. I felt his cock stiffen a bit more. Spurned on by that I sucked harder.

He grabbed onto the headboard and shoved his cock even further down. He began to fuck my mouth hard, his balls slapping against my chin. I opened my mouth and let him, breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat.

I felt his balls tighten up and I knew he was close to cumming. I opened wider, anticipating his cum. Only he pulled out.

I whimpered at the loss of his cock. My mouth felt empty as my eyes flew up to see him towering over me, his hand on his cock to position it at my chest. His cum splattered all over my chest, coating it. He shuddered as the last little bit dripped onto me.

He climbed down to the side of the bed. He admired his handiwork with a grin. He pulled some pants on and without a word walked out of the room.

At first I was miffed. He had promised that I would cum, not to mention he had left me covered in cum that I could feel was now dripping up my neck. But as time passed and he still hadn’t come back to untie me I became mad.

I started by called his name. “Jay” I called out. No answer. “Jay”, I called a little louder. Still no answer. I then began to scream it, as well as some choice words. “Get your ass back in here, Jay!”

Very shortly my voice became hoarse because I was also muttering under my breath at him between screaming. By about the fifteenth time he finally showed up in the doorway.

I glared at him knowing that he had heard me the whole time. He strode over, still not talking. He stopped at the side of the bed.

By now his cum had somewhat dried and was sticky on my skin. Rokettube porno I continued to glare at him, angry that he wasn’t following through, and that he left me there.

He reached out a hand and my face softened anticipating him releasing me. Instead his fingers plunged into my pussy, stretching me open immediately and causing me to cry out.

He fucked me hard with his fingers as his thumb circled my clit. I resented him for it but I also was purring. He had me so close to cumming that all I could think about was that. And then he stopped, just as suddenly as he had begun.

I almost started crying. I thrashed about, calling him every name I could think of. I stopped to look at him, he was grinning.

I watched warily as he walked to the end of the bed. He pulled his pants off and climbed onto the bed between my spread legs. He reached forward, his hand grasping onto my breast and playing with the nipple.

I tried to pretend that it wasn’t arousing me. I tried to not even notice that he was doing it. But my body gave me away and soon so did my mouth.

His mouth descended on my nipple, sucking and nibbling. I could feel his fingers stretching me open and I welcomed them, begged for them even. I was becoming this big ball of need and I wanted to cum.

I felt him pull his fingers out and place the head of his cock against my pussy lips. My head dropped back as he slowly slide forward until our pelvises touched. His fingers came up to my lips and he forced me to open my mouth.

I cleaned my juices off of his fingers as he slowly eased in and out of me. As soon as his fingers were cleaned he kissed me, hard. He thrust deep causing me to gasp.

He pulled back, grinning at me. He fucked me, hard and deep. His mouth whispering in my ear about he was going to make me cum hard around his cock for being his good little girl.

He leaned backward on his knees, his finger playing with my clit as he fucked me. He chuckled as he watched me writhe under him. He knew what he was doing to me.

My orgasm was right around the corner when he stopped. His finger came off my clit and his cock slid out. I growled in frustration and pulled at the ties.

He chuckled watching me. He stroked his cock over me as I glared at him. I held onto the hope that he was just teasing and would resume fucking me, but he didn’t.

I watched as cum shot from his cock, coating my stomach. I dropped my head on the bed and bit my lip in resentment. I needed to cum desperately.

I heard him leave and I sniffed as a tear rolled down my face. His cum pooled on my stomach before finding a curve to meander down. I wiggled around somewhat enjoying the feeling of it on me.

I sighed as I heard him go downstairs. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the need between my legs. I tried but failed.

I laid there for what felt like hours before I heard his feet step into the room again. I looked up to see him watching me. He leaned against the door frame and studied me.

I ignored him, even as his eyes traced every curve, every plane of my body. I knew that he was planning his next denial but I didn’t know how he would do it which was both thrilling and exacerbating to me.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as he stepped into the room. I felt his fingers lightly graze my skin as he followed the outline of my body. He circled his fingers around where his cum had dried on my stomach and side.

He circled around, coming between my legs once again. He crawled up, his face right in front of my dripping pussy. He took a deep breath.

“Denial is a heady smell on you, little girl,” he said.

I groaned in response. I was on fire and even the sound of his voice made me clench in anticipation. Every nerve ending was on high alert and even the slightest movement by him made them scream for relief.

He leaned closer and Rus porno dragged his tongue over my lower lips. My hands grasped at the bedsheets as my nerve endings exploded. With every lick closer to my nub he brought me closer to the edge.

Like a giant snowball rolling down a hill I could feel myself rush towards an explosive ending. I was writhing under his touch. Each time he licked my clit my back arched and the climax inched closer.

His fingers rubbed against my g spot as his tongue traced figure 8s around my swollen nub. I was almost to the point of no return when he stopped and withdrew.

I sobbed as my orgasm retreated just slightly out of reach. It hovered there, glaring at him in disgust as he reached under me and flipped me onto my stomach.

My arms twisted under me, rendering me even more trapped. He lifted my hips until my ass was in the air. His hands ran over my cheeks, exploring the soft skin.

I sighed under his touch. It soothed the storm within while keeping it tumultuous. I stretched a little into him, begging silently for more.

His head came off my cheek and I anticipated it settling between each one. Until, he leaned forward and bit it.

I yelped and thrust into him. It stung where he had bit, but it had only served to add to the churning inside me and I moaned as I felt my juices run down my lips to my thighs.

He chuckled behind me and traced his fingers over the marks. I groaned and closed my eyes at the pleasurable pain it brought. I tensed slightly at the same time I spread my legs a little wider, anticipating his next bite.

His hand cracked down right on the bitemark. I cried out as the pain stuttered the wave moving through my center.

He spanked me even harder the next time. I yelled and tried to move away, but I was held tight in that position.

He spanked me over and over. Spurts of 5 or 6 hits, varying in degree of stinging pain. In between he would massage the welts that were forming.

I lost count after a little bit. By the end of it I was a mess. I had bit the sheets under me, was moaning continuously and my thighs were covered with my juices.

I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until I felt the head of his cock sliding into me. Every sensation felt magnified. I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, even though I wasn’t cumming.

He fucked me slowly, his fingers slowly grazing the welts on my ass which just added to the pleasure. My orgasm crept closer, waiting on the fringes. I was enjoying how everything was feeling too much to cum yet.

He brought his hand down with a smack as he slowly slid in. I cried out at the plethora of sensations. He chuckled behind me.

His finger circled my ass as he fucked me a little faster. I threw my head back as I moaned, begging for more. My orgasm was right there.

His finger slipped in suddenly. I instinctively clenched around it, and his cock. I heard him moan and felt his cock throb inside of me.

Instinct took over and I worked my hips, fucking his cock. My orgasm on the back burner. I needed his cum inside of me.

His hand slipped into my hair, wrapped it around and then he yanked. I cried out, wanting more. He fucked me relentlessly, pounding my pussy.

Within a few minutes I felt him spurt inside of me, coating the inside of my pussy. He stiffened, cried out my name and collapsed on me. My pussy drainrd his cock of every bit of it.

My body screamed for climax and I circled my hips against him. He snickered at my attempts as he slipped out of me. I groaned as my frustration came back full force.

I felt him get up and leave the room. I dropped my head on the bed, now accepting that I wouldn’t be cumming, that I was his fucktoy.

He came back and sat down next to me. His fingers traced along the back of my legs.

“Please,” I whispered, “I need more.”

He laughed. Seks filmi “I know you do, little girl. Tell me why though.”

I mumbled into the pillow. I didn’t want to actually say these things. I didn’t say them so he could hear them.

“I guess you don’t need any more then,” he retorted as he began to get up.

“No, no!” I cried.

He settled back down and waited.

I sighed and said, “Because I belong to you. My body and my orgasms belong to you. Because you’re my Daddy.”

He slowly let out his breath. His finger pressed against my ass.

“Yes, babygirl. I do own you. Your pussy’s wetness is mine to do with what I want. Your body is mine to do with what I feel like. You are mine to do with as I please.”

His finger pushed further and further inside my ass with every exclamation of ownership. I yelped at the invasion while also purring at the feel. He pulled out his finger and I grumbled halfheartedly.

He stood up, grabbed my legs and flipped me over. He loomed over me, his certain ownership of me made him glow. I wanted to look at him forever.

He grabbed something on the side of the bed. I saw that it was a small butt plug. He climbed back up next to me.

He kissed my neck as he slid the plug inside my wet pussy. He dragged some of my juices down to my ass. As he nibbled at my neck he slowly slid the plug in my ass.

As soon as it was in place he reached down to another spot on the bed. He brought up my wand. He turned it on and brought it to my clit.

He circled around it, teasing me and making me almost come off the bed. My ass pulsed around the butt plug. I could feel my orgasm rushing forward again before he lifted the wand up, denying me once more.

He spent an hour doing this. Bringing me to the brink with the wand and then easing away. His mouth kissed all over my body, whispering about how much he loved the sounds I was making.

I started to chant over and over that I was his good little girl, that I will cum when he tells me that I can. He kissed my stomach and purred his approval.

He sat back up, placed the wand next to me and removed the plug. I whimpered, worried that he was going to leave again. He chuckled and leaned down.

“I believe you’ve earned it, princess,” he said as he slowly licked up some of my juices.

I felt the head of his cock slide inside of my pussy then drag back out. He guided it to my ass and pushed it in. I cried out as he thrust.

He fucked me hard, hitting me deep inside as his hand reached up to squeeze my breast. He pulled my legs up as far as they could go so that he could hit deeper.

He brought the wand up to my clit again. He set it right on there and let it vibrate hard against me. I was stuffed full and I couldn’t even stop myself from the writhing nor the moaning I was doing.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum for Daddy.”

I had finally earned my orgasm.

I let it rip through me. My legs pulled against the restraints, wrapping around him. My body came off the bed as my back arched and I was screaming his name along with obscenities.

My ass gripped his cock and I soaked him as I came. He groaned and spurted another load inside my ass. This triggered another orgasm from me.

I milked his cock as I came again. My ass wanting every drop. I sighed as my body continued to twitch, trying to calm down after hours of being worked up.

He slipped out and grabbed a washcloth from the bedside table. He cleaned himself up and then used another one to clean me. He murmured about how proud he was of me the whole time.

My body felt made of rubber as he took off the restraints. I felt exhausted as he massaged my wrists and ankles.

He turned me onto my side. He snuggled into me and wrapped his arms around me. He brushed the hair from my neck as he kissed it softly.

“You were amazing, baby,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

I mumbled back that I loved him too. I could feel his hands lovingly touching me but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

“Go to sleep, my love,” he whispered, “you need to rest.”

I tried to protest but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Instead my mind went blank as my body relaxed and gave into the exhaustion.

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Walking in the rain by the embankment in London at Christmas, when the city’s commuters have all gone home and deserted their glass and steel office buildings, they leave the square mile feeling like a ghost town. The only thing to comfort the passing traveler is the occasional homeless “Big issue” magazine seller braving the cold as unlike the many strangers who walk by you in silence, those magazine sellers by the Thames river have a reason to be nice, as they breathe warm air into their cupped hands to warm their gloved fingers in the biting cold. It’s strange to say, but lost in London’s architecture it can be a lonely and existentially daunting experience.

I remember I had just finished up ice skating at Broadgate, which is a gorgeous circular ice rink tucked in the heart of Liverpool street, and not wanting to go home to my horrible flatmates, I was stranded for the night, complete with Hello Kitty hoodie and my figure skating bag over my shoulder. I just needed some time alone.

So I didn’t catch the tube home, and I walked for hours through London’s medieval streets. I lost track of time. I walked all the way from Liverpool Street until I reached Monument and stood opposite pudding lane. It was a good time to think about Samuel Pepys’ diary, the casualness and ferocity of that great fire of 1666 an ironic analogy to the one burning inside my head.

I had just finished that morning the final exams in my accounting and banking degree and I was, I guess, blowing off some steam walking through London, having been overwhelmed with studying for difficult exams for weeks.

Suddenly, like hitting a brick wall, the rigorous exam period was over, and unlike 24 hours ago when I had had my book wormish nose buried in economics textbooks, I now had nothing to do with the hours. Looming too on my mind was the fact that I was going to be spending Christmas day on my own, for the first time, this year.

If you’re not English it’s hard to understand the subtle nuances of life for English Londoner s who don’t meet the bizarrely wonderful, parody lives that US films like Notting Hill and four weddings /the Hugh Grant illusion depict. And, why the depression cuts so profoundly deep for a young woman called Emily who, though I didn’t realize it then, was already coming to the end of my road in the UK.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s freezing, but not cold enough to turn the slush into beautiful white snow flakes. Maybe it’s the way that rainy snow settles on the ripples in the Thames with nothing but the neon lights of the Tate Gallery shadowed across the river in the distance to remind you that people are partying everywhere, but you. Not you. You’re on your own. Or the fact that when I look around on the tube, I feel like I’m the only white English face, a stranger in my own city. Whatever the case, this time of year in London, it gets dark at 4pm in the afternoon, and as always, people walk silently pass you in the street, even at Christmas. Even when you smile. So much for the spirit of Jesus.

London swells to over 14 million people during the day, but the isolation of it, and the way people don’t communicate there can be so different to Brooklyn which is now home.

I’ve no plans on moving back across the pond anytime soon. The dullness of those grey skies and loneliness are indelibly etched into my memory. How strange it was, that for the first time in my adult life, in this historically lovely city that was where I completed my first degree, that the following events of the true life experience I am about to reveal should play out against this urban setting. What follows is the first time I’ve ever spoken let alone written about how I and David met.

My name is Emily. It was a cold winter night in 2010, at a late night Japanese noodle house called Wagamama, a short distance from the Tower of London where I ended up with my ice skate bag, nursing very sore legs from too many double salchows and too many sleepless nights studying, taking shelter from the cold at 11pm. Even Üvey porno starbucks in London closes at 8pm, so this was the only place round there, other than a Zizzi pizza joint to go. Among those quaint, old cobbled streets filled with the history of Ann Boleyn and the fortress like slits of the Bloody Tower nearby, in this unlikely dwelling, I ound my first real BDSM partner, David.

I will always remember the blue Bjork shirt he was wearing with a little radiohead mascot sewn onto the trim. He was reading a book, not on Kindle, but a torn, well fingered copy of one of John Keats poetry collections that I can’t remember. Maybe it was Tennyson.

Eerily, there was hardly anyone in the café.

“Aren’t you cold in that T-shirt? It’s freezing outside!” I couldn’t help but ask him smiling, as I sat down to eat at the canteen bench across.

“No, I’m fine,” he replied looking up, a little geeky in cute round glasses. He seemed to do a double take at me. “I love how pink your nose has gone in the cold,” he said smiling.

“It’s the eternal ice skaters nose,” I replied. “My skin is so pale in this weather.”

Those were the 3 sentences I remember. Quickly we had struck up a pleasant conversation across the canteen benches in Wagamama, and even sooner he asked if he could join me on my bench, and move across, to which I was secretly thrilled. We were like 2 ships in the night. The last two people in the café.

As the Wagamama staff politely hassled us to finish up and pay the bill, dying to get home and clock off, I realized I had found a special gem in this place.

David was 23 and a newly graduated solicitor. Successful but also desperately unhappy. A geeky loner who, in his own socially acceptable kind of way, was meant to meet me that day in the cold slushy snow flurries by the Tower of London.

I don’t believe in fate, but some encounters are just meant to be. We talked. We walked across tower bridge, under the Mayor of London’s building and talked for hours. We both had no where to go, it was Friday, it just felt good to walk with him and he held my ice skating bag when I said my shoulder was hurting.

We exchanged phone numbers, taking 1 hour to say goodbye, which is always a good sign I think, before ending up at 3am driving to the West End in his completely ridiculous red Volkswagen beetle.

We ended up in a late night hotel bar near Piccadilly. Too much wine, and since I trusted what I met, and I trust myself, I invited him back to my dig. Probably a good thing anyway, since he was by that time way over the limit to drive back to his apartment in Clapham. I’d broken the cardinal rule of what every good girl is warned to never do, invite a stranger home. But it’s hardly as though we jumped into bed!

So I invited David back to my student flat in the halls of residence at LSE, a man I had known like 5 hours. I think it was the fact he was an LSE grad himself, it was like old days for him.

Being honest though, it was the fact we had such an unusually natural rapport, 2 like-minded English people stranded, lost in different ways in this great though overcrowded city. We destined to be a conservative couple with a difference. It was as though David had a gift; he could pick up on my inner psyche. My need to be in charge and the dominant force in the home. From the outset, my dominant soul and his submissive, gentle demeanor just meshed together like a perfectly fitting lock and key.

From the time he insisted on getting out of his driver’s seat and rushing round the car to open the door for me, despite the fact it was pouring with rain. He was so different to all the pseudo-intellectual jerks at LSE and outright football louts trashing around the West End after the theaters close. He was a breathe of fresh air, and yes, that night, he did sleep in my bedroom, on the floor at the foot of my bed, without any pillows, which he insisted.

I remember waking up the following Saturday morning, having porno izle slept until just before noon, opening my eyes and thinking with a slight hangover, “Shit, Emily, what the fuck! Did you just let a stranger sleep in your bedroom?!” I scrambled to the edge of my bed to find a little bag of almond croissants from Paul, which is a French patisserie which Londoners would know. I remember I’d told him how much I loved them somewhere in the hours of our conversation in the early hours, and he was so sweet, he’d gone out especially to buy them for me and even left a thank you note that read. “Thank you Emily for the night. All’s fair in love and war!”

I must say I wondered if he had had a good night sleep on my carpeted, though hard floor, at the foot of my bed, but I innately trusted this man, and it was later on that day, that we spoke again and arranged to meet up for coffee.

It was the craziest start to the relationship.

We couldn’t stop smiling when we saw each other that evening, and were desperate to get away from the Christmas crowds. After chatting for hours more, we ended up in the crypt of All Saint Church in Marylebone where after spilling our secrets like 2 best friends who hadn’t seen each other for years, snogged in each other’s arms like a passionate scene from Dr Zhivago. We spoke about everything. From yellow submarines to childhood experiences, to other really unique things, like the way that the News of the World had covered Max Moseley, that F1 racing boss’s secret sadomasochistic femdom caning that stirred the country’s secret gardens and grapevines. David had been a law student covering the case in the public gallery of Judge Eady’s court for a special university project he did on libel law, which I found really unique.

David confided in me how submissive he was as we French kissed in that crypt. It was dark love. It was a beautiful submission on an emotional and non-verbal level which is hard for people who don’t embrace BDSM to understand. David told me that whenever he was in my presence, he was “in subspace.”

I could read in between the lines of his carefully chosen words, just how much he longed for a non-judgmental, loving but sadistic girlfriend and mistress, for so long. He needed a woman to worship the ground on which she walked; a lady who would feel as comfortable dominating him as she would cuddling him and catering to his intense need for maternal love and affection, but a woman sophisticated enough to know how to give both carrot and stick in the perfect dosages.

And in him, he was a friend for me amid the sea of loneliness whom I could share all of my darkest fantasies as an elegant, more complicated than I should be female, without fear of reprisal or embarrassment, or being mocked and mistreated for such simple pleasures. 2010 England was from my perspective, still very much a land where far from the open sexuality exhibitionism in Amsterdam or France – in England, shamefully, repression was still very much the order of the day. I haven’t been back for several years, but I bet it still is.

Neither of us could have cared less about anything other than the precious little fire of masochism we had unlocked by this chance encounter. Powerful and inspiring in its energy, in me David has found the right girl.

I was an anarchist at heart.

And, in return, we agreed we would keep all our secret desires in confidence.

A wild and wayward soul, at 21, I was already kinky enough to have skipped the Ann Summer’s rampant rabbit trend, and all the boring “carnal knowledge” lark, in favor of dark sadistic tendencies which I shall yet reveal. I already had acquired my own proud armory of vintage school canes that were seriously underused.

We arranged that he would again sleep on the floor of my bedroom that night, and call me “Miss” from now on.

From the first time I arbitrarily slapped David across his face, hard, for not saying “Miss” Emily when speaking to me after he came out of my ensuite bathroom Asyalı porno wearing just his boxers, and he turned the other cheek; to the time on the third night I ordered him to his knees, humiliatingly smirking while enjoying his submissive responses, it was a friendship that we both valued as much as we recognized this kind of connection was rare.

He openly consented, and enjoyed my emotional power over him. Even when ordered to gingerly kiss, lick and clean between the toes of my unwashed feet in the middle of the afternoon, which I’m sure must have reeked given the fact I’d been skating for hours earlier that morning.

Watching David meekly obey me, I was learning a lot about the delicacies of submission. The naturalness of our initial encounter was flourishing. Within a short period of time, I had given David what was his first adult, bare bottom spanking across my knee, with my hair brush. It was fun, but painful for him.

I was wearing my normal casual clothes. It was given as a punishment for being late in traffic to pick me up for our date. So he went to dinner with a burned red backside, squirming opposite me in the restaurant as he knew how turned on his discomfort made me as a true smiling sadist.

Considering we had not had full sex yet, it’s amazing to think looking back about how the closeness of these sadomasochistic experiences seamlessly interwove with our strangely vanilla dating. But human sexuality is a complex element, and as I remember him laid there over my knee, trousers down around his ankles inside my bedroom, as he hilariously hoped my roommates wouldn’t hear, when I couldn’t have given a toss who heard, I was already making my mark on his submissive heart.

On that first occasion I made sure I tanned his bare bottom sore. Alternating from cheek to cheek, laying the full power of the back of my wooden hair brush onto his hot bottom as he cringed with pain. He cried.

I was turned on by the experience, and his real tears. He didn’t get off my knee until he was truly sorry for being late. We started to do this on a regular basis even creating a set of rules which if he broke, it would mean a non-merciful over the knee bare bottom spanking to tears.

I think it’s a cool way for couples to manage submissive responsibilities, if the guy is anything like David. I quickly had a little maid in training. David was doing all my household choirs, ironing, tidying my room, even handwashing my expensive, dirty lingerie. I made him tongue wash all of my smelly thongs, and drink the water on which they soaked. He particularly relished cleaning my porcelain toilet bowl, and was extremely red faced when I eventually joked after meeting his older sister several weeks later, how thanks to David I must have the cleanest loo in LSE halls!

So I hope readers, this is a beginning. I’m happy to share many stories of the wonderful, heady relationship that followed in further glimpses. Real anecdotes about the humiliations I inflicted on David and the extent to which my new boyfriend turned into my full time personal slave in what became a 24/7 power exchange that worked!

David, a compellingly intelligent lawyer by day, turned into my fawning little bitch boy. A good sub for Miss Emily, under my thumb behind closed doors. He lapped up my punishments with great affection, and even when I took this in the direction of forced-bi and eventual cuckolding, none of my demands proved too low for my friend, who though not together anymore now I’ve left the city of London, I remain in touch with.

Maybe if the folks at approve my submission, I’ll send him in a link to say thank you as its his birthday coming up, and this might rekindle some memories from that Tower of London first meeting. The content gets darker and darker I assure you if you’d care for me to write further about how our S&M relationship evolved. You’ll have to forgive any spelling errors and grammatical mistakes I will no doubt make and may have made. I’m an economist not an editor.

I’ll leave the rest of you waiting in baited breathe for the next instalment of how I enjoyed molding David into the used little doormat he craved to be. I believe one of my school canes, anal sex and a very humiliating enema take center stage in the next encounter.

Sincerely, Ms. Emily.

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The assignment had a broader scope than her previous ones. She was to write every fantasy she could think of for Him, and particularly focus on those which could be enacted. She had one week, from the time He gave the assignment, and her initial excitement and happiness at his interest in her private thoughts had begun to give way to a realization of the effort involved in such an undertaking.

She had written for herself since childhood, and briefly entertained thoughts of being “a writer” in her late adolescence, but now, more than 20 years later, she had doubts about her ability to recreate the world in words. She still kept a journal sporadically, and had begun writing erotic stories a few months prior to being given her current assignment.

Her lover, the catalyst for her return to prose, enjoyed reading her stories, but He was a main character in them. How could He not be flattered and positively disposed toward such tributes? With His permission, she posted them on a couple of websites that specialized in erotica. Her close friends made encouraging comments, but of course they would. They were her friends and would not wish to hurt her feelings, even if they thought her work was in the mediocre range of that produced by other amateur aspiring pornographers.

Whatever doubts she entertained were pushed to the back of her mind as she sat in front of the keyboard now. She had promised to complete His assignment in the time given, and she had five days left. She would have to work diligently today, Easter Sunday, and after work each day until Friday to do her best for Him. She would not consider doing any less for her Dominate lover and erotic muse.

Many years ago, she read My Secret Garden, the famous compilation of women’s sexual fantasies, and was struck by the elements of her own “secret garden” she found in the scenarios presented. There was some of everything, soft-focus romance, wanton lust, seduction, group sex, power exchange, and all orientations; het, bi and lesbian. Now it was time for her to present her own garden to her lover.

* * * * * *

I.

Her years of great sex were over in her early thirties, she had believed. Her once-happy marriage had ended in anger, frustration, bankruptcy and divorce. She had been contentedly monogamous with her husband for the entire decade they spent together. Her fantasy life continued during that time, but was populated by fictional characters only. To have thought “that way” of anyone she actually knew would have felt disloyal and wrong to her. Not that her husband would have cared who inspired her, so long as the desires were fulfilled in their bed, but she could not get past her feelings of guilt about “mental infidelity”.

Things were entirely different in her life now, and she was amazed to find that, in spite of having lost much of her youthful beauty, she had gained a degree of confidence and sexual sophistication that made her more appealing to the type of 40-something men she had desired in her teens and twenties. And then she found the world of real life power exchange enthusiasts through the Internet, and knew she would never return to the vanilla world she had once thought was so great.

Her current lover, Talon, was her favorite Dominant thus far in her journey into the thrilling experience of sexual submission. Sometimes, a casual touch on her arm from him felt like an electrical jolt which went straight to her pussy, and she would feel herself growing damp immediately. He enjoyed toying with her lust in public, whispering sexy things in her ear at dinner parties, surreptitiously pinching a nipple or allowing her to feel the beginning of his erection as he pressed against her in a crowd.

One thing she had discovered very early on with Talon was that, even without any physical contact, the sound of His voice triggered an intense sexual response in her. The first time he Dominated her sexually, she stayed on the edge of orgasm until he gave her permission to fall over, in the form of a command. Ever since, with only his words, he could move her at light speed toward the ecstatic release she craved. He had mentioned to her in an email that he had sent her a package the previous day, so she was not surprised to find a small, rectangular box awaiting her after work. When she removed the brown paper wrapping, she found a cassette tape in a translucent gray acrylic box. The label had been printed on his computer, in “papyrus”, the font he often used when they would chat at night. She smiled as she read the label through the smoked plastic, “listen while Alone” She was glad that her job both began and ended early, so her son was not yet home from school. She couldn’t wait to see what Talon wished her to hear.

She stripped off her conservative white cotton sweater while going into the dresser drawer for her walkman and headphones. She laid the machine and its accessory on the bathroom counter as she kicked off the black leather mules and Sikiş dropped the long black skirt to the floor, where it was soon followed by her pantyhose. A shower could wait, she thought, as she inserted the tape into the walkman, put on the headphones and pressed “play”.

In her underwear only, she returned to the dresser to put on a pair of loose knit pants and a sweatshirt. The faint hiss during the silent part at the tape’s beginning was replaced by her lover’s voice. She jumped slightly when she heard “Hello, slutkitty. I am going to give you some instructions, and you are to do as I say, right now. If you are not alone, turn off the tape and return to it when you are alone.” There was a brief pause, and then the familiar voice returned.

“Good, now we can begin, and know, My kitten, that as I recorded this for you I was imagining you now, hearing my words. You are fulfilling my fantasy at this moment, and you will continue to do that until I instruct you to stop.” She felt the familiar rush of excited anticipation, wondering what He would require of her.

“You will now touch your breasts, through your clothes. When the nipples begin to harden, you will reach under your clothes, and pinch them, making them harder and larger and more sensitive for me.” She complied, imagining His hands had replaced her own as they moved under her sweatshirt and then inside her bra. “Yes, that is very nice, dear. You have lovely nipples that I greatly enjoy sucking and biting, and I know they are ready for my attention right now, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Sir”, she whispered, closing her eyes and sitting down on the side of her bed.

“Now, I want you to release your breasts for the moment, and make yourself comfortable in a chair, or you may lie down, if you wish” he continued. She swung her legs onto the bed and pulled an extra pillow under her head. “I know you are wet for me now, kitten. I want you to think about my hands on you, exploring your body in any way I desire.”

She sighed, remembering times he had done just that with her bound, or when she was held in place by just His instruction not to move. He could play S & M at a level that pushed a novice like herself, but he was also much more the sensualist than the sadist. Every strike was balanced by more than one caress, and the pain and pleasure enhanced each other until she was gloriously unable to distinguish one from the other.

“Now, move your legs apart slowly. I want you to slide your hands down your body. Feel how warm you are right now. Cup both your hands around your pussy and hold it for a moment. Feel the way you feel to me.” She was warm, as he had known she would be. The gentle pressure of her palms curving over the mound made her tingle with desire. She felt her heat and the springy softness of flesh under her hands.

“Take off your clothes now, and caress yourself all over for me. Start with your face, then your neck, your chest…that’s right, dear, keep moving down your body until you reach that beautifully wet pussy.” She arose from the bed long enough to quickly remove her clothing, then returned to her previous position, pulling only a sheet over her naked body.

“Play with your clit now, kitten. Make it swell for me. I love to feel you so wet and swollen and ready for me”

“Yes, Sir”, she whispered, slipping into the fantasy of his presence. Her clitoris was aching to be touched and she shivered when her finger made initial contact. She stroked the very tip with the pad of her index finger, and moaned her lover’s name.

“Yes, that is good. Start slow and build it up. Excite yourself for me. I will tell you when you have permission to orgasm.” His taking charge of her pleasure was one of their favorite games. She loved being taken to the edge and kept there, not allowed to either back away or fall into the release her body so craved. She slid a finger down between her inner lips, to the opening. With both hands, she pulled the lips apart and felt the cooling air on her vagina. “When you are ready, I want you to slide 2 fingers into your pussy, fast. I want you to think about my hard cock inside you.”

There was a brief silent period on the tape, then his voice returned, both coaxing and commanding, “Do it, do it right now! Take that wet cunt for me, slut!” She felt herself lubricating even more just before she pushed both fingers into her pussy. The burst of excitement that entry produced make her gasp and her pelvis tilted up to swallow the digits to a greater depth.

“Please, Sir, please”, she breathed, her fingers thrusting like his cock now while her other hand moved over her erect nipples and her clit, stroking and pinching in time with the thrusts.

As if hearing her, he replied “Now! Come for me!” Her body immediately responded with wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. “Feel it all for me, kitten, all over your sexy body, from your toes all the way up and up and Tecavüz porno through your pussy and through your clit and all the way to the top of your head. That is right. You know how to take the pleasure I give you, kitten. Take it all…”

After her tremors had died down, she realized that she still had the headphones on, and smiled. Just as she reached for the walkman’s “off” switch, his voice, returned, barely above a whisper through the wires, “You will sleep soon, kitten, and soon, you will sleep in my arms again.” She waited a short time, heard no more, and turned off the tape. She pulled up the blanket, rolled onto her side and fell into a blissfully peaceful sleep.

* * * * * *

II.

She dreamed of her lover. They were in the public dungeon where they sometimes played. Only a few other couples and singles were in the room, and no one was scening as yet. She recognized a few of the people, but most were not known to her waking mind.

He said “There is something I need to do with my kitten now.” She looked up at him with a question in her eyes. “Go to the last room on the right and wait for me. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” was his only clarification before he kissed her forehead lightly and walked toward the social area, the opposite direction from the room where he was sending her.

She followed his direction and entered the room off the far right corner of the main dungeon space. It was her favorite, decorated in a Goth/medieval style she thought of as quintessentially BDSM. The St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the room had been stained a deep brown and a wrought-iron light fixture hung a few feet above it. To her right, the black stocks stood, waiting for wrists and a neck to fill their openings. On the wall to her left, there was a large wooden frame across which a loosely-woven rope grid was hung. The hexagonal cage stood near the back wall, it’s black metal bars looking like they had been salvaged from an Old West jailhouse.

She wondered what he had in mind for her. They both enjoyed playing in this room, and she had taken her first caning from him on the cross in here. She smiled at the memory, wondering if he would wish to repeat that scene tonight. They had not yet used any of the other furniture in the room, though she had thought it might be fun to be a bad colonial girl in the stocks sometime. Perhaps he would be her Puritan minister and act on the Biblical exhortation not to “spare the rod”. She was giggling at the silly thought when he entered the room, toy bag in hand.

“Yes, dear? Something amused you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I was imagining myself as a bad Pilgrim girl being corrected by Parson John.” she replied, grinning mischievously.

He smiled broadly and said “it might take more than one preacher to redeem you, my slut kitten. But it would be fun to try.” He set his bag on the bench just inside the door and motioned for her to come to his side. He opened the bag and removed the top layer of spanking devices, a broad, flat hairbrush, strips of leather and suede of various widths, wooden paddles. She watched and waited and wondered what would follow.

“Take off your dress now” he instructed and she complied, folding the purple velvet and laying it on the bench by his bag. ” I am going to blindfold you now, and finish undressing you” he said. She closed her eyes as he lowered the blindfold, and felt the soft fur lining against her eyelids.

Her arms were at her sides, and he took her hands, lifting them to his shoulders and then holding her partially-nude body against him for a moment. His hands traveled to the back of her bra, unhooked it, and then he took a step away from her to slide the straps down her arms and remove the bra.

She had done as he required, forgoing her usual underwear and pantyhose to wear a black thong and matching thigh-high stockings. The bra discarded, he now ran his palms from her shoulders down to the rounded curves of her ass. She shivered, more from the tactile pleasure of his touch on her bare skin than the slightly cool temperature in the room.

“Very nice, dear. Now, I am going to lead you across the room. Just hold onto my arm.” he said, placing her hand on his forearm and taking a step forward. She followed, anxious to learn what was to transpire tonight. After a few steps, he stopped, and removed her hand from his arm. He placed it against one of the horizontal bars of the cage. “I am going to lock you in here for a time, kitten. I want you to feel your submission and the pride I take in dominating you. I will never be far away, though you may think you are alone. Can you do this for me?”

A chill of both excitement and fear went through her at the thought of being left alone, confined and without the reassurance of sight. She was torn between her desire to please him and her deep-seated fear of abandonment. “You won’t leave me for very long, will you?” Travesti porno she asked in an uncharacteristically small voice.

“No, kitten, I will always be near. I want you to trust me now. Nothing bad will happen.” She heard the door of the cage open with a faint squeak and knew that, whatever her reluctance, she would do as he asked of her. He took her hand, moved her a step to the left. “Now, take a little step up, dear”, he continued, guiding her into the cage. She felt the cool metal floor on the soles of her feet through the nylon stockings. “Turn around”, he said, releasing her hand. As she turned, she heard the door close and latch.

“I want you to hold onto the bars in front of you. Think about what I have done. I have placed you here for the pleasure I get from displaying my slut for everyone to see. Unless you use your safe word, you will stay here for as long as I choose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” she whispered, her hands wrapped tightly around the bars in front of her.

“Good. Just stay calm, and I will return in a moment” he said, and she heard his footsteps as he left the room. She tried not to think of his absence, and concentrated on keeping her breathing deep and even, in spite of her racing pulse. More than once, they had talked about doing this sometime, but she had not thought about it recently and was not expecting it tonight. She listened to the faint sounds of floggers striking skin in the main space, and thought she heard whispers from the direction of the doorway. She was grateful not to be able to see those who might be looking in at John’s caged kitten.

“Yes, come in”, she heard him say, and heard a man’s voice she did not recognize reply, accepting his invitation. “I am quite pleased by my slut’s obedience and responsiveness”, he went on. “Watch.” He was next to the cage now, by the sound of his voice and she waited for whatever instruction he might wish to give her. Instead, he reached through the bars and caressed her bare breasts, gently pinching the nipples as they grew hard.

“Very nice”, she heard the other man comment.

“Feel free to pet my kitty cat, if you wish”, her lover replied, and she felt another pair of hands moving up her left thigh, then circling her ass. “Please go on. I will be right back.” he said. She wanted to call out to him not to go, but she bit her lip and remembered his promise not to leave her for long. The unknown man’s hands had been moved to her right thigh now, one on the front and one on the back, moving in slow circles from knee to hip.

True to his word, her Sir returned only a few minutes later, and again made his generous offer to someone else. This time, she felt the dull edge of long fingernails and knew it must be a woman who was touching her. “What a fortunate girl, Sir” a female voice said while using her nails to flick kitten’s hard nipples.

“Oh, yes, she is tonight, isn’t she?” her lover replied with a slight chuckle in his voice. “Lisa, my slut, are you enjoying this?” he asked. She was surprised to be called by name and spoken to directly, but found her voice after a second’s hesitation, and replied. “Yes, I am, very much, thank You, Sir”.

As the dream went on, more hands found their way through the bars and against her skin. She felt her mind drift into a place beyond linear, rational thought. She became a sensual receptor, taking in every tactile sensation, hearing even the slightest sound of breathing or movement beyond the bars. He told her not to think of anything but how much pleasure she was giving him and those he allowed to touch her.

“Now, when I tell you to, you will come, hard, just like you do when we are alone.”, he said to her in a low voice. The hands which had been exploring her body seemed to fade away, and she heard the latch of the cage door opening. Her lover’s familiar touch replaced that of the unseen men and woman, as he removed her tightly curled fingers from the bars of the door before opening it. “Step down”, he said, guiding her through the door.

Her feet were on the carpet again as he wrapped his strong arms around her and leaned down to whisper into her ear “Come for me, now!” Dream and reality merged as her body obeyed his command.

When she awoke, she was calling his name and riding the aftershocks of the orgasm. She wondered how she would be able to wait another day to see him, and then smiled after seeing the walkman lying on the pillow next to her. “Perhaps the time will go quickly after all” she thought.

* * * * * *

III.

Her journey into BDSM really began when she was a child, and found “certain” things strangely powerful in their appeal to her. The escape artists on The Ed Sullivan show kept her transfixed as they were bound beyond all hope of escape and yet still managed to free themselves.

Sometimes she would look at, and later, read, from the World Book encyclopedias that had the honor of their own shelf in the living room. Often, she picked a volume randomly and let chance determine what she would learn from the pages. On one such exploratory day, she chose the “A” and began flipping through the last half of it for something interesting. She saw it near the end, with a long illustrated article about The Aztecs.

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*** A personal note to whoever enjoys these stories. First of all, thank you. I recently re-read everything after a long hiatus and honestly think they’re terrible. I hate them. I’ve decided to make this a lot more like a diary and I like this new style as I am articulating my feelings and fears as a submissive, and human. I think I just ignored all that stuff before and only wanted to think about the fucking. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy.***

*****

He pokes at my breast. No, that’s not entirely accurate. He pokes at my nipple. Pinching crudely, “What you doing babe?” I put my hand over his and press his entire hand into my breast, squeezing, massaging, thinking please take the hint as I moved my hand away and allowed him to take over.

Back to the crude pinching that always feels so… demeaning. I push his hand away and instantly he’s back at it. I swat him away this time and cross my arms. Covering every inch of these pathetically tiny tits that I can.

“Why don’t you ever let me touch you? You never have. Who are you saving it for?” He demands.

Because your touch is demeaning?! Because you’ve never failed to remind me of just how unsatisfying you find my body and when you touch me like that I want to scream in revulsion, I think.

What I say is “I don’t know, I just don’t like it. You’d think that if for the last 15 years I’ve been pushing you away you’d take the hint and stop trying.”

“You’re MY wife,” he emphasizes the word ‘my’ and it’s like a punch to the gut. “I want to touch you.”

Because what he wants is more important than how I want to be touched. I cross my arms more tightly across my chest and stare straight ahead.

About thirty seconds pass and he starts adjusting his boner in his sweatpants, “look babe.”

Fucking Christ! Exasperated and not wanting to fight I relent, “go close the door.”

Eagerly he does. He gets back in bed and tries to touch my nipples again. I swat him away and tell him to take off his pants. I crawl between his legs and position myself in the “reverse cowgirl” position. I spit on my hand use it to lubricate myself before inserting him. I think of every other man that’s been between my thighs in the last 10 years and wish for any one of them at this moment. I start to rub my clit as I fantasize about the last one. Mr. Big Dick, I remember the surprise I felt the first time I was on top, how he reached depths inside me I didn’t know existed. I can almost feel him now. I start thrusting myself a bit more enthusiastically onto my husband’s dick. I rub my clit and close my eyes and travel in space and time to any place but here. I’m in any other man’s bed. I feel my arousal building, I might just be able to enjoy this, I think as I let out a soft moan. I feel his hands grip my hips and squeeze. I hear him grunt his release a mere 3 minutes after we started.

No orgasm for me, but at least it was quick, I think as I grab one of the unmatched socks I keep next to the bed for this purpose and stuff it between my legs to catch the mess.

I pull my pants back on and go back to my nightly routine, keeping the sock in place until I wake the next morning. When I shower I clean extra vigorously, slipping soapy fingers inside myself trying to cleanse the memory of the last night’s events.

My husband’s an asshole, he’ll tell you that himself. He tells me that every time I complain about it. He’ll say “I told you that when I met you, babe.” Like it’s an excuse.

“I know, but you’re supposed to be an asshole to everyone but me,” I reply.

He laughs.

I think he’s just selfish. So consumed with his own needs that he doesn’t realize the hurt that he inflicts. Things could be worse, they have been worse. So, I think of the children, and I stay. Hoping it’s the right decision. Hoping that routine and stability and the good times will make it all right.

It’s been 3 years since I cheated on him. Mr. Big Dick. He was a real mind fuck, so when he ghosted me after a year of weekly, semi-routine, hookups I had one quick rebound and then stopped for a while. Life gets busy. I fell into the routine. I don’t go around chasing dick.

At work I was promoted to a very different position than the one I was in previously. One with a lot more responsibility and requiring a knowledge of a completely different set of regulations than what I was currently working with. So, I dove into my work and lost the itch for a while. With the responsibility came perks and freedom. I was given a company car, computer, cell phone, and the freedom to decide my schedule on a daily basis.

I’ve been doing this job long enough that’s it’s become routine. I am finding myself getting frustrated with… everything. My husband tries less frequently to please me, or really just to be an active participant in our lives. I feel like I am his mother. Caretaker. It’s exhausting.

I’m bored.

My job involves, among other things, visiting businesses that are licensed by our agency and ensuring they are in compliance with our regulations. Türk porno It’s at one of these businesses where my next adventure begins.

My assigned vehicle is in for repairs so my supervisor picks me up and I ride with him for the day. One of the businesses we stop in has just brought on some new help, so they invite the guy to sit in on our review so he can learn. I’m a bitch. I start off hard so they can appreciate it when I’m soft and give them a break when I find their mistakes. The new guy starts asking thoughtful questions so I decide to help him out. I email him some documents that will make his job a bit easier.

I’m lost in thought when he says to me, flirtatiously, “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing you around again.” This surprises me. I look at him, appraising him, and he smiles. He’s… attractive. I didn’t really notice at first. We usually only audit businesses once a year, unless there’s a problem. I return the smile and say “Maybe I’ll stop in and see how you’re doing in a few months.”

We finish up our review and I promise to email one last document. About an hour later, when I find the document he needs, I email it to him. He immediately replies “Thank you so much for all your help. You’re an angel. Here’s my number, you can call or text me anytime day or night.” I feel my face and body flush at this compliment. Is he flirting with me?

I spend the weekend fantasizing about this flirtation. I am sitting in my car, waiting for my next assignment, when my mind starts to wander. My hands begin to travel my body as I wonder what it would be like to be with another man again. How will he touch me? What does he taste like? What does he smell like? I reach my hands into my pants to gauge my arousal and find myself soaked. I let my fingers play in the sloppy wetness of it and before I realize exactly what I’m doing I am rubbing myself to climax. Fingers furiously circling my clit I finish quite uneventfully. I am myself overcome with exhaustion and convince myself that he was just being polite. I’ve read too much into his comments and should forget all about it.

On Monday I feel a renewed sense of boldness. I think of one more thing I could email him without seeming like a desperate creep, so I do. Then I text him to let him know I sent him one more thing that I forgot to mention and to let me know if he has any questions.

“Thanks, you’re a sweetheart.” He replies instantly.

“Nah, I’m just killing time,” I say.

“Well, what else could you do to waste time?” This is the moment I realize that I was correct. This dude wants to fuck me and I want to let him.

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t call this a waste of time.”

“Oh no, why not?”

“I have a feeling this is going to be a productive conversation. Do you have any ideas?”

“Well, you could come show me what you want,” he says.

I’m on fire. We continue the flirtation, which leads to an in depth conversation about everything sexual. We make vague plans to meet on Wednesday.

When I wake up Tuesday I feel a desperate sense of urgency. I shave everything except for a neatly trimmed patch of hair on my mound. I text him as soon as I leave the house and tell him I need to see him today. We agree on a time and he texts me his address.

The house is cold but when he kisses me I no longer notice. He tastes like cigarettes. The sex is rushed and terrible. His penis is unimpressive, and I try not to hold that against him. I don’t need a large penis to feel satisfied, it’s just that a small one makes me self-conscious. I wonder the whole time if my vagina feels like a gaping cavern to him. He rolls me on my side and spreads my ass cheeks, “can I go in the back?” Why the fuck didn’t he mention anal during any of our conversation? I would have prepped. I tell him no. He pauses, then asks again. “No, what the fuck?” I reply. “OK, ok, ok,” he says. Then thrusts into my gaping cavern of a vagina for about 60 seconds until he cums.

“I came,” he says apologetically. “Sorry if it was too fast.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine,” I assure him while he runs to the bathroom to discard the condom.

I quickly dress while he’s gone then run into the bathroom as he exits. I wash my face, with water, why is there no soap in here? I wonder to myself. When I exit the bathroom I say “I’m leaving. Thank you for the sex,” as warmly as I can. I smile. My head is reeling. What the fuck am I doing? I’m getting too old for this.

I stop at the nearest convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes. I haven’t smoked in years.

The next two weeks pass quickly. I text him a few times but we don’t make plans to hook up again. I feel like he set me on fire and just walked away. Desire is oozing out of every pore of my being.

I drunk text Mr. Big Dick’s number one night. I don’t identify myself but I just say I’m looking for an old friend, is this Mr. Big Dick’s number. I don’t get a reply. Either he’s got a new number or just isn’t looking to catch up with old friends.

New Türkçe alt yazılı porno Year’s Eve I start thinking about a guy I hooked up with forever ago. I was a dick to him, and stood him up a million times. I don’t really remember why, and I don’t really think about it too long before I google him and send him a message through his website. “Noah, I was thinking about our old sessions and feeling nostalgic so I thought I’d get in touch. Oh yeah, I’m a bit more reliable now.” I leave my old slutty email address and my work cell number. I don’t expect to hear back.

When I turn on my phone on January 2 I am elated to see a text waiting for me.

“Hey, it’s Noah.” My heart stops for just a moment. I am reluctant to reply right away because I remember that he, too, is married. I don’t want to intrude at an inconvenient time, and it is still early.

I get my first stop of the day finished and have some time before going to my second. I check my email before texting Noah and find a short message. “Hey Lana, Good to hear from you. Text me” and his number.

I reply to his text “Hey!” I’m so excited but I don’t know what to say. Hopefully the exclamation point conveys my excitement. I’ve always been awkward. He’s never minded before.

“Hey. How are you? Send me a pic, it’s been forever.”

I’ve lost weight since we spoke last. I’m still… thick. My thighs still touch. My ass if fucking fat. And kind of saggy now. I take the selfie, gleefully aware of the camera angle. I don’t feel the need to hold the camera high to make my face look thinner. I hold it at a lower angle and admire my collar bones. I send it with the note “This is the best I can do, I woke up sick today.”

“Oh no, sorry to hear that. What you been up to?”

“Nothing much, staying on the straight and narrow.”

“Do you need a master?”

Well, he just gets right to the point. I raise my hand to my mouth and all of the memories come flooding back to me. I burn with desire as I remember the way he used me. “I forgot we played those games,” I replied. If I had to speak the words they’d have come out in a breathless whisper.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to? Your life, work, sex? What are you into now?”

“Still married to an asshole, work is good, and sex has been boring. It’s been a few years since I’ve hooked up with anyone. Nobody like you in even longer.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I want to see youuuuuu.”

“See you. Yes, I will. We’ll have to set something up soon.”

We discuss logistics and realize that lunchtime will work well for both of us, with some planning. He said we’d have to see when I was feeling better.

The week passes quickly. He’s attentive, and always horny. He asks for a pic every day. He asks if my slutty cunt is wet and the only acceptable answer is to send him a picture showing him that it is indeed very wet for him. He tells me I’ll stop shaving my cunt hair to please him. He tells me I’m going to record short videos for him telling him what a horny slut I am and what filthy things I want him to do to me. This terrifies me. I am terrified to say the words.

It’s Monday again before I realize it and I eagerly wait for his first text, which usually comes between 9:30 and 10:00. He asks for his daily pics. He tells me I need to record a video for him. I am parked about ten minutes away from his office on my lunch break. He says ideally I’d send the movie by 1:15 so that he can drain his balls for me. I try, and fail. It’s so sunny out today. The humiliation burns in the brightness of the day. I get so mad at him. He sends me a dick pic. He has a beautiful cock. Any other time I’d be elated. Today I’m just so mad. He says to send a pic of my wet cunt. I’m indignant in my frustration. I am right around the corner from his house, we could be fucking right now, but he wants to play camera games. I say “I need… a minute. I’ll email you.”

It begins to snow and I get the call that they’ve closed operations early. I need to head home before the roads get bad. As I pull down my street he texts me. I reply “I told you I’d email you. I’m home,” and he sends three quick texts after that. I am furious. I reply to him “DO NOT TEXT ME AGAIN UNTIL I EMAIL YOU.”

I need some time to process. What the fuck am I doing? Why would he send more texts after I told him I’m home? I decide I need to lay some ground rules. I write an email and decide I should wait 24 hours to send it. It will show him who is in control. I wonder if I’ll still want to fuck him if he lets me treat him like this.

I decide in the morning that I should send the email on my lunch break.

He texts me around 11:00 “I didn’t hear”

At about 11:30 I reply, “I am incredibly disappointed that you could not honor one simple request.” I feel empowered. Also a little sad. I feel like I”m taking control of this situation in a way that is unfamiliar to me.

11:45 he replies, “Goodbye.”

I just arrived at the grocery porno store and was about to head in for some lunchtime sushi. I finish my email, revising it when I come to the realization that I was angry with myself and I felt like I was disappointing him. All of my anger was misdirected. And honestly, when I texted I needed a minute he, like a reasonable human, probably thought I’d send him something. In a minute. Something like the pic I promised. I change the tone a lot, to be less demanding and self-righteous and send it. I am slightly panicked thinking that I finally pushed him too far. I text him “I just emailed you *winking emoji*”

“Why didn’t you just say that?” he texts.

“Idk. I get overwhelmed. I feel things before I can put it into words so I just have to step back and process sometimes.”

“Where are you?”

“The grocery store.”

“Which one?”

“The one around the corner from your place. I have a 2pm appointment.”

“Come to me my toy.”

“You’ll make me late.” I’m panicking. I didn’t wash my hair today. I even forgot to use dry shampoo. It’s warmer than I expected it to be and my feet are sweaty in my shearling clogs. Yes, clogs. The unsexist of all the shoes. But very comfortable. One might even say sensible.

“No I won’t. Get here at 1:00, you’ll be gone by 1:30 before my assistant returns from her lunch break at 1:45. That’s plenty of time.”

I finish up my shopping and rush out to the car. I smell my armpits, and my sweaty feet. At least I don’t stink, that much. I put on some scented hand lotion and rub it on my body. I’m grateful that I’m not wearing stained underwear. I remember how he liked to smell them. I want to make up an excuse to not meet today. I want to wait until I can be prepared. I fear if I say no now I’ll miss my chance. If I say no now maybe I’ll never go. I’ll just keep making up excuses like I did before. I don’t really understand my reluctance. I decide I want this, I need to stop fighting it.

“Well?”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to get out of this store,” I lie.

“You coming?”

I double check the travel distances on my GPS. Not like it really matters. I am in control at work. People wait for me. They bend over backwards to be accommodating. “Yes.”

The drive over is terrifying. I’m afraid he’s not how I remembered. I’m afraid he’s gotten a pot belly. He has a shaved head, I assume because he’s balding, and I picture him pot-bellied with a half a head of hair. Just a horny pathetic middle aged married guy who is still fucking sluts because he feels like he’s entitled to whatever the fuck he wants. My stomach turns. I reach into my pants to feel my cunt and find it is soaked. It’s going to be ok, I tell myself.

When I get to his place it’s different than I remembered. Less intimidating. He’s finished his garage and turned it into a proper studio. He sees me looking around and says “It’s nice, right?” It really is, and I tell him so. I look at him and he’s beautiful. Not exactly the type I’d go for usually. But attractive, and exactly as he was nearly ten years ago when I saw him last. As he approaches me he pushes my coat back, gesturing for me to take it off, which I do. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me. I press me face into his neck and inhale. He’s hard, strong. I feel safe.

He tells me to pull my t-shirt up and show him my tits. I immediately do. He roughly grasps my left breast and squeezes it before taking my nipple into his mouth and biting. I bring my hands to my face and try to hide from this terrifying mix of pleasure and pain. He reaches behind me, into my pants, and shoves his fingers inside my cunt “yes, that’s my sloppy went cunt.” I moan, reveling in his ownership of me. “Take off your pants,” he demands. I do. I wonder if I should take off my panties too, but he only said pants, so I leave them on.

He grabs my hair and pushes me down to my knees “suck your master’s cock” he demands. His fly is open but his pants are up. I pull them down and am pleasantly surprised. He has a beautiful cock. It’s not the cartoonish coke can cock I wrote of before, but realistically impressive. He used to tease me when I told him that I’d never had anyone bigger. I have now, but I am more than pleased at what I’m about to receive. I am surprised to see a cock ring. I wonder if I don’t excite him enough and he thought he’d need assistance staying hard. I don’t care. I shake off the insecurity and tell myself that I’m here because he wants me here. And I want to be here. I take him in my mouth eagerly and get to work. Almost immediately he begins skull fucking me. I place both hands at the base of his cock and he tells me to rub his balls. He’s trimmed his hair there, and tells me I’m doing good as I try to keep up. “You love that don’t you, you little slut?” I try to answer but can’t. I can barely think through this assault on my throat. “Mmmm hmmm,” I moan around his cock.

“Yes, that’s right, you love this thick cock.” He’s not lying.

He continues his assault for a while before telling me take off my panties. “Give them to me, let me see how wet you are for your master,” he demands. I scramble to obey. “Get on your hands and knees.” It’s only a moment before he’s inside me. Plowing through me. I’m screaming in pleasure. “That’s it, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back.

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My husband is an executive with a fortune 100 tech company. He travels almost all the time, and spends way too much time in long, boring meetings. If I know when he’s going to be in a particularly bad meeting, I’ll turn on my video setup and stream him some entertainment. That way, he can look all important in his meeting as he looks at the “critical” messages on his phone, but in reality, he’s looking at my erotic images.

When I want to entertain him, I flip on my high-definition video camera, sit in my big comfy chair, and pick up a toy or two. This not only relieves his boredom, but it relieves my tension from having a hubby who is never around. I guess it beats cheating!!

Yesterday, he had to fly to the corporate offices for a half-day meeting. I guess the company is struggling in these bad times, and they are having to do some reshuffling. He’s not too worried, about his position, as his division was profitable, so he’ll just be sitting there watching the other vultures vie for survival. The meeting starts soon, so I better get my setup going. Today is going to be a very special show.

The day before he left, he forgot his phone on his nightstand, where it was charging. I picked it up to call his office to let him know his phone was at home, but saw a thumbnail of a woman on the screen. Now, I’ve always trusted him, and the thought of his cheating has never even entered my mind. But my curiosity got to me, so I hit the woman’s icon. The first picture wasn’t too bad, just him with an arm around the 30-somethingish woman. I must admit she was pretty hot, slimmer than me, with larger breasts, and great hair. Then I hit the “forward” key, and my heart sank. This picture was what I think they call a inegöl escort “point-of-view” shot of his penis deep in her mouth. And it got worse. There must have been 25 pictures of them in all different places and positions. I printed a couple out so I have proof of what he was doing. Even today, I am still stunned. I haven’t had a chance to cry yet, because I want revenge, and them I’m gone.

Now, my hubby is not well endowed at all, and is very self conscious about it. He won’t even undress at the gym because he hates to compare himself to the other guys. So, right after seeing the pictures, I pop onto craigslist and jump to the erotic services for a “man looking for a woman.” I search over a hundred ads, until I find the biggest, longest, hardest man I can, and hire him for 3 hours. So that’s where we are. I’m here with my 25 year-old Mr. Stud, and waiting to stream my revenge.

At the appointed time for his meeting, I turn on the video camera and confirm that it’s working correctly. I sit naked in the chair and wait for the phone to ring. That’s my signal that he’s got a clear view of me, and is ready for me to start. As usual, I reach to the stand next to the chair, but this time, I don’t retrieve a vibe, but pick up one of the bastard’s whore pictures. I put it close to the camera so I know he can see it. I bet he just shit.

I reach back to my nightstand and retrieve a wooden 1 foot ruler. Now it looks like a regular ruler, but I’ve cut about an inch off the zero end. That way, if something’s really 3 inches long, it will show up as being 4 inches on my ruler. I stand up, and motion for my guy to sit down. He’s been standing just out of camera view, and has been keeping ipekyolu escort himself hard. He sits down, and I adjust the camera back a bit so I can get him all in the picture. His member is just massive, completely filling the screen. I bet it’s the biggest dick my husband has ever seen!! I can only image the colors he must be turning right now.

I drop to my knees, and place the ruler against the side of his penis, and use a black marker to draw a line that shows how long he is. I hold the ruler up to the camera, and the line is just shy of the 10 ½ inch mark. That’s almost double hubby’s length. I pull back from the camera, and take a piece of string and wrap it around the base of his head. I carefully put it on the ruler, and mark a line showing his girth. I hold the ruler up to the camera again, and the girth line is set just above the 8 inch mark. My hubby must just be dying by now. The phone starts to ring frantically, and rings over and over. The sound gives me great satisfaction that my message is hitting hard.

I take the camera off its tripod and hand it to my boy-toy. He focuses on my mouth as it surrounds his head, and then I lower slowly to devour the first few inches of his member. It is so big that it hurts, but the pain it’s causing my husband makes it all worthwhile. I suck for a few minutes, and then stand up. I turn around and face my desk, and put my chest flat on its top, my legs spread wide. Mr. Stud, still holding the camera, aggressively slides his massive rod into me, and pushes it all the way in. For the first time in my life I feel a penis hit the bottom of my vagina. Despite my anger, I’m overwhelmed with how good his huge tool feels. I have iskenderun escort to concentrate to keep focus, because this is not about making me feel good, it’s about making the bastartd feel awful. I vow right then that in my next relationship, size will matter.

But today there is no love, not even lust, just revenge. I let him pound me for several minutes. “Don’t cum like this. When you’re just about ready to pop, pull out and sit back down,” I command. I’m paying him for this, and I need for him to do this right. He thrusts a few more times, and I can tell he is very close. He pulls out, and falls back into the chair. “Keep that camera focused tight on my mouth,” I order. He refocuses on his penis just as my mouth falls around it. I continue to suck until he gives that moan that every man gives at the point of release. I sit back slightly, and let him slip from my mouth. I let my hands surround him, and continue stroking him. His head is maybe two inches from my mouth, which is open as wide as I can get it. My eyes are wide open, too, looking straight into the camera. I want eye contact with hubby-bastard as this massive dick explodes.

At first the cum just dribbles out of the penis, maybe 10 or so big drops, which can’t even make the short flight to my mouth. It just falls uselessly to the floor. I panic, thinking this guy can’t shoot. By my thoughts were interrupted by a massive warm splash just above my top lip. I adjust my mouth slightly, and take the last half of the huge stream into my mouth. Now that I’m properly positioned, the next spurts hit home, too. After the cum has stopped, I put my lips over his head, and draw in the last remaining drops. I sit back, the camera focused on my face, and let the cum slowly drip from my mouth. After almost all of it’s on the floor, I tip my head back, and swallow the rest. I pick up a paper on the stand and hold it up to the camera. “Hey micro-dick, thanks for half your money!!”

Revenge is sweet. And I’ve still got almost 2 hours left with Stud boy.

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Since English is not my native language, please bear with me – thanks.

The events described below have really happened – therefore, names and locations might have been changed, with the exception of the sexual events.

*****

It’s almost six o’clock and I’m back from work – everybody works here, no matter what, you need to work – the alternative is the imprisonment…

The phone bell rings – it’s Helen – “Look, I’m in trouble! I need you to be at the corner of my street at seven, sharp!”…

“Wait, what kind of trouble?” I know by now that Helen uses some words without really meaning what she’s saying…

“I don’t have time to explain now – just make sure that you aren’t late!”…

At seven o’clock, in the evening, sharp, I see Helen coming – she looks nervous…

“The bloody bastard manager has been informed that I’m a tramp – I know who has told him that, but, for the moment, I cannot kick her ass”…

“And so… what?!? It’s not illegal to give your ass around town!”…

“No, the problem is that, as I’ve heard, he wants a piece of it!”…

I know, by now, what a piece of trash Helen is…

But I also know what a hard rock she can be, with, or without reason, simply because she chooses so…

“So, what’s the story?”

“We are supposed to be at the institute, on duty, all night long – only me and the bastard”…

We reach there, get the duty responsibilities from a nice blond coworker of Helen – I have no chances, since she’s married and also has a little child, as Helen rushes to inform me…

I see that the room has, on a shelve, a radio.

I switch girne escort it on.

I get back and take a seat – I unzip my trousers and take Helen by the back of her neck.

She gets the message, kneels, and starts working.

Her lips and tongue and throat are doing wonders – she’s under the table and she’s doing just fine…

She’s milking the head of my dick with her lips, while licking around with her tongue, then she grabs me by my balls and engulfs me – the zipper is clearly giving me some troubles, but I’m not the guy to take off my trousers in a public institution…

I let my belt free and let my trousers go down to my knees – by now, Helen holds the base of my dick – she’s sucking – she’s hungry – real hungry…

I sense something moving at the entrance of the room – it’s the manager, looking at me with a bewildered face.

I show him, with a finger at my lips, that he should be quiet…

He steps back, and, in less than a minute I explode, letting Helen swallow all my cum.

She is, as usual, quite good at it…

She raises, and I zip back my trousers…

It’s quite clear to me that the manager has, somehow, watched the whole scene…

He enters, quite sure of himself, almost yelling to Helen: “This institution is designing national importance matters! Do you know that bringing outsiders here may be treated as treason?”

I stop him in a laughter: “Wait a minute! Just a moment, please!” And I take out, from my pocket, my I.D. and the access permit from the place where I work- it’s a national institute of research…

The guy is clearly gölcük escort confused… He wants to mumble something, then, in a loud voice: “Yes! But I’ve seen what you were doing!”

I look at him, straight into his eyes – he’s already scared…

You really have seen nothing! And, in case you imagine that you’ve seen something, there will be your word, against mine, and her’s”…

I’m sure that he won’t try it!…

“Look, I’m gonna leave now, for a few minutes, and bring a bottle of vodka – we get to know each other and we won’t be so tense”…

The guy steps back: “I shall be in my office – Helen knows how to reach me”…

It takes us more than two hours to empty the bottle…

After an hour, or so, I let him know who the next of kin I am, some connections…

He’s surely wondering if this isn’t the last day (or, better said, night) when he works in that enterprise, manager, or not!…

As soon as we get back in Helen’s office, I lock the door and make Helen take off her jeans and her panties.

I make her climb the desk and stick my dick into her already wet cunt.

The soles of her feet are pressing my chest and I stand there, still, awaiting her to milk me with the velvet walls of her fucking cunt…

I just enjoy the feeling, while she’s telling me that I’m a bastard, a bad guy, who doesn’t want to take care of her…

“Now, you! Stupid bitch! You have a dick! Use it!”…

She milks me, does her moves, but I’m a little bit drunk…

She orgasms, two or three times, but I still stand still – she’s furious!

When I feel göztepe escort that I’m ready, I grab her by her hair, get her down from the desk, and make her suck it…

Honestly, I love the way she makes me finish…

“Now, bitch! Be, or try, or pretend to be, a good girl and call me a cab! I’m wasted! I need to sleep!”

The taxi comes, and I go home…

At half past seven in the morning – a beautiful Sunday morning! – I hear the door bell ringing insistingly…

It’s Helen: “I’ll take a shower, then, whenever you can do it, I want you to fuck my brains out!”…

Just as determined as ever!

She’s wet from the shower – she’s wet because she’s wet! I don’t know…

My dick is up, hard as a cannon!

Her moist lips engulf it – she’s riding me – I wet my finger and stick it up her ass: “Oh God! Oh Gosh! Oh my, my! You, bloody fucker!”…

She’s moving really hard, while I only want to (or pretend to) sleep…

She orgasms – I cannot tell how many times…

“I hate you for being so lazy!”

Helen is angry – let her be!

She knows that I won’t cum with her above me!

“Now, you fucking little cunt! You hate me?!? Let me fill your cunt with my fucking jizz! You, little beast!”

I do perfectly know how afraid she is of being impregnated, so I take advantage, teasing her…

She instantly jumps away from my dick and goes somewhere in the corner of the room – I know that she’s scared, but I also know that she’s playing…

I jump out from the bed, reach her, grab her by her hair:”Now, bitch! Suck it! Suck it as it is your last meal! Don’t you dare waste a drop! You! Fucking slutty bitch!”

Gosh! How wonderful she is! She sucks me dry in less than a minute, caressing my balls and scratching the back of my balls…

If, generally, she wasn’t such a pain in the ass, I would surely marry her!

But… she’s a devil in disguise!…

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