Pornopolka.info-100% free sex stories

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It is Monday afternoon and I am busy when I hear the entrance hall door being opened. I get up and rush to greet Lady Anthea as I’m supposed to do. I fall at her feet and say with eager deference, “Good afternoon, Lady, welcome home.”

Her eyes gleam with warmth and quiet authority as I press reverent kisses to her blue boots. A satisfied smile touches her lips as her fingers glide briefly through my hair, a silent acknowledgment of my devotion.

“Good afternoon, boy. I trust your work has been satisfactory today?”

I respond in a soft, unwavering tone:

“Yes, Lady. I have attended to every task with care.”

With a graceful wave of her hand she signals for me to rise. Standing, I remain ready to serve. Anthea’s voice then takes on an instructive lilt as she informs me of the evening’s plans.

“Soon, a tech expert will arrive to install new cameras. They will be set up in the guest room where you sleep and write, in the living room, in the hall, and one on the veranda. Not only is it for my safety, but I also find it amusing to keep an eye on you from a distance ha-ha.”

I nod, my pulse steady as I reply softly,

“Yes, Lady. I shall prepare the rooms accordingly.”

She continues with a playful reminder, “Remember, I once told you about Michael when we were partners? Her tone is teasing, though a flicker of nostalgia lingers beneath it. ‘He still admires me, of course. Now he only visits when I call upon him.” She chuckles, as if amused by his devotion.

There is Michael, handsome, his smile broad and his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. Without hesitation, she hugs him heartfeltly.

“After all these years, it’s great to see you, Michael! I really thank you for coming all the way here,” she says.

Michael’s eyes twinkle as he hugs her in return, clearly delighted by her reception, he responds immediately. “Anthea, it is always my pleasure. I would do anything for you.”

With a graceful gesture, Lady Anthea introduces me, her tone laced with mischief:

“And this is Richard, my cousin.”

“Good evening, Michael, welcome, nice to meet you.” I say gently.

“You too,” he answers before returning his attention again to my Owner. “Anthea, you always manage to look radiant, even amidst the bustle of your day. Your elegance is truly inspiring.”

She laughs softly as she replies,

“Oh, Michael, you flatter me. It is always a delight to hear such kind words.”

Michael unpacks his equipment with practiced ease, his hands moving deftly over the tools. His conversation with Anthea takes on a familiar ease, warm, effortless. He pauses while positioning a small device, casting her a lingering glance before speaking.

“Anthea, you look as lovely as ever. Your sense of interior decorating is exquisite,” he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Anthea laughs softly and answers modestly, but her eyes give away delight at the constant flattery.

As Michael deftly mounts the devices, he connects one to his tablet and then to her smartphone. With clear precision, he demonstrates how the app works.

“This app will allow you to view every corner of your home, Anthea. Please I don’t want to be paid for the services I provided to you today.”

With a kind smile, Anthea’s eyes sparkle with gratitude and delight.

“Thank you, Michael.” Your assistance is invaluable.”

A moment of silence falls before Michael glances at her with enthusiasm, then ventures, almost in a whisper meant only for her.

“Perhaps… if time permits, we could share dinner together tonight? I would be honored to spend more time in your delightful company.”

Anthea arches an eyebrow playfully, her voice rich with teasing warmth:

“Oh, Michael, are you proposing a date?”

Caught off guard, Michael blushes and, despite my watchful presence, admits with a shy smile. “Yes, Anthea. I have long wished for the courage to ask you out.”

Her laughter rings out like a melody as she responds with decisive charm,

“Very well then, consider it a date. And rest assured, I will be handling the dinner expenses.”

Michael protests softly.”But Anthea, please… I will not allow it and…”

She cuts in curtly, “Oh, Michael, when I want something, I always manage to find a way of making it happen. Besides, my financial situation has improved a lot recently.”

Her eyes flick over to me with a knowing smile that carries a hidden message, causing me to blush deeply and bow my head in submission.

After a few more cordial exchanges and a few final adjustments to the camera settings, Michael gathers his tools.

Moments later, Anthea turns to Michael with a final, affectionate remark.

“Come along, Michael. Let us not keep our dinner waiting.”

As they gather their things and make a dash for the door, I stand behind them, silent observer to their laughter and teasing. Barely two minutes later, my phone buzzes as I get a text message from Lady Anthea. I retrieve it with trembling fingers; the message lists my new tasks for the evening.

“Boy, gorukle escort ensure the living room and my bedroom are cleaned meticulously. And don’t forget to report back when you are done. I expect everything to be in perfect order upon my return.”

I exhale slowly, I set about preparing for the evening’s work, each chore a reaffirmation of my commitment to serve, as the memory of tonight’s events lingers in the quiet that follows their departure.

After three hours I send my text message with trembling fingers, reporting:

“Chores completed, Lady.”

My phone buzzes with her response a few minutes later.

“Assemble the dining room’s cutlery precisely as I told you to, and then polish the dinner table until it shines. I’m at the bar with Michael, wait for me, boy.”

The hours pass slowly as I work, finally, three hours later I hear the soft sound of the front door opening. I stand at the threshold, heart pounding, as Anthea returns.

I hurry forward with a deep, respectful enthusiasm, my voice steady. “Good evening, Lady.” My lips apply soft and tenderly kisses to her boots.

She smiles, a mixture of authority and playful mischief in her eyes, and lightly touches my head in acknowledgment.

“Good evening, boy. Follow me!”

I crawl behind her toward her private chamber. She sits on the bed and crosses her legs, her eyes glinting with amusement, and with a cheery lilt she begins.

“You know, boy, all these predictable males, they’re so sweet when they want to fuck a woman ha-ha. Michael, for instance, all night showered me with adoration.”

Her tone is teasing, yet a hint of challenge underlies her words.

“Tell me, boy, what did you think of Michael’s appearance tonight?”

I swallow hard and reply, voice trembling with both duty and a hidden envy.

“Lady, he is handsome, there is an air of confident charm about him.”

Her laughter is light and musical. I kneel to remove her light blue leather boots. As I pull one by one out, she adds with a smile.

“Michael couldn’t stop praising my boots, saying their light blue hue speaks of both strength and delicacy.”

I murmur, “Indeed, Lady. They are truly magnificent.”

I then slide off her cream-colored, lacy socks, soft, almost ethereal against her skin.

“And he admired every curve of my legs, boy,” she confides, her tone both playful and proud.

I lower my gaze and continue, unfastening the buttons of her blouse. With each removed garment, her tone reveals more of her playful reminiscence.

“He told me how my blouse clings perfectly to my form, that it accentuates every graceful line. I dare say, boy, he was utterly captivated.”

“That is natural Lady, you captivate any male, as gorgeous as you are.” I say in awe.

Now, I move to the delicate undergarments that lie beneath her outer attire. My hand hovers as I reach for the clasp of her bra, a stunning piece crafted from intricate midnight-blue lace.

“Oh, Michael’s compliments are as predictable as they are sweet. He said tonight that my eyes shine like the stars when I laugh, and that I carry a rare elegance.”

It’s hard for me to focus. I glimpse her panties, a soft, satin creation in a gentle blush hue, offering a subtle yet enticing contrast in fabric and color. With respectful care, I slide the bra from her shoulders.

She tilts her head and asks with a teasing lilt.

“Boy, do you find my lingerie exquisite?”

My voice is barely a whisper, “Yes, Lady. The delicate lace of your bra and the gentle satin of your panties are absolutely stunning.”

A soft giggle escapes her as she adds, “Michael said my presence transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary.”

At last, I help her into the light blue nightgown, a garment of airy softness that drapes elegantly over her form, promising quiet intimacy.

“He whispered that every detail of my appearance tonight was a masterpiece.”

Seated at her feet, I retrieve a bottle of moisturizing lotion. As I begin to massage it into her calves and feet with gentle, reverent strokes, my heart races and my voice wavers as I dare to ask.”Lady, do you… do you like Michael?”

Her eyes narrow playfully, and a complete laugh rises from her mouth as she senses the tremble of jealousy in my tone.

“Oh, boy,” she taunts gently, “I can see the jealousy sparkling in your eyes.” But remember, my personal life is none of your concern.”

Her tone shifts to something colder, more authoritative:

“You are here to report every minute to me, not the other way around.”

I bow my head deeply,

“I’m sorry, Lady. You are right as always…”

A teasing smile curves her lips as she meets my eyes. Her voice becomes gentler. “Oh, boy, you are so transparent. Well yes, I do enjoy his attentions. But you, my dear, must never let your jealousy overshadow your duty.”

Her giggle turns bittersweet as she leans back, a secretive smile dancing on her lips.

“Now, boy, confess it openly, your bursa görükle escort jealousy tells me you wish to be more than just a silent observer of my pleasures. Is it not so?”

I swallow hard, lowering my gaze in submissive honesty.

“Yes, Lady… I feel the sting of jealousy, though I know my only purpose is to serve and report every moment to you.”

Her laughter rings out, light and almost musical, mingling with the quiet intimacy of our ritual. With a final, knowing glance, she reminds me.

“Remember, boy, my happiness and pleasure always come before your own feelings. And tonight, as Michael’s predictable adoration fills my thoughts, you are to channel your jealousy into even more devoted service.”

As I stop applying the moisturizing lotion on her legs, she stretches out her feet toward my face. Her tone is teasing and warm as she says. “Show me how much you love me, boy.”

Without hesitation whatsoever, I lower my head and deposit reverent, passionate kisses on her soles, making my way incrementally from the gentle curve of her heel to the fragile ball of her foot.

After a couple of ungraceful moments of ardent adoration, I gently cover her with the duvet, pulling it around her body as I quietly turn off the light.

My body aches from the day’s work, exhausted physically, my mind confused and cloudy. I retreat to my cot, pulling a worn-out blanket around myself, and attempt to surrender to sleep.

Yet, as the minutes pass, sleep begins to elude me. A sudden, clear call shatters the silence.

“Slave!”

I spring from the cot and race to my feet, fear mixed with excitement. I rush to Anthea’s bedroom, turning on the light and drop to my knees, she’s lying on the bed stretching and smiling happily.

“I can’t sleep, boy,” she confesses, her voice low but with the repressed tension. “My thoughts are still on my date, what a shame Michael had to leave so soon for his town.”

Her tone shifts as she lifts the duvet, exposing the intimate warmth of her skin. With a flash of command, she adds: “As a woman, I have needs.”

I thrust my head beneath the duvet. In the enveloping darkness, my tongue works fervently on her most delicate area licking her labia. Her soft, escalating moans echo around me as she breathes faster, her pleasure rising to a fevered pitch.

Soon, a very loud, ecstatic cry bursts forth as she reaches her climax. I go on for a few minutes, my tongue tracing every fold and crease, until with soft but firm hand she presses back my head.

“Thank you Lady Anthea, for the privilege of serving you so closely,” I whisper, my voice grating with emotion.

She smiles, settling back in her chair, a combination of joy and saucy teasing illuminating her face. “Mmm, I needed that pleasure tonight.”

She gestures me off, I say good night and go to guest room to write my daily journal in her service.

Next day the clock had barely struck 4:20 when I realized with mounting anxiety that I was late. I must report at Olivia’s everyday at 4:10, yet a lingering meeting had robbed me of precious minutes.

As I hurried along the familiar route to her home, my phone rings unexpectedly. On the screen flashing her name and I answer in a trembling whisper.

“Yes, Madam Olivia?”

Her tone is as cold and exacting as ever, leaving no room for pleasantries.

“Do you need reminding of your destination? I have sent you the address. I presumed you had forgotten or lost your way,” she stated curtly before abruptly ending the call.

With a racing heart and a terrified mind, I accelerate till I reach her door. I collapse to my knees as soon as I’m in front of her, panting and drenched in sweat.

My forehead on the ground, I place a respectful kiss on her slippers.

“Madam Olivia, I deeply regret my tardiness.”

“Olivia says with a sharp voice, “Your tardiness betrays your lack of discipline. No excuses!”

I barely part my lips to apologize before a sharp crack fills the air. Pain explodes across my cheek-hot, immediate. My breath catches. The sting is not just physical; it’s a reminder of my place beneath her.

I dare not meet her gaze, but instead lower my eyes in submission. In a tone both bossy and imperious, she demands.

“Are you glaring at me?” Her voice sharpens like a blade. “Your eyes should show gratitude, not defiance.”

Before I can offer another word of apology, another slap -harder this time- cut through the charged silence. My cheeks flushes with humiliation as I bow my head further, accepting the chastisement.

With deliberate cruelty, she grabs my iron collar with firm press, leans towards me almost touching her face to mine and says defiantly.

“Look at me again with insolence or hatred if you dare. I’ll fucking kill you, slave!” her gaze challenging any thought of defiance.

I remain mute, my submission complete, and she delivers another forceful slap until I bow my head even lower.

Olivia says mockingly, “What must you say after my correction coward dummy?”

I stammer, my voice is thick with remorse. “Thank you, Madam Olivia, for disciplining me. I was delayed by my meeting and…”

Her cutting retort silences any further explanation.

“Your excuses are worthless. Your lateness has consequences. You will learn that punctuality is not optional but demanded.” she declares with finality, her tone brooking no argument.

She stretches towards me her hand, I kiss it declaring my gratitude for the slaps.

Her next command is immediate and unyielding.

“Strip now and don your apron. The dishes from tonight’s meal wait your scrubbing.”

I obey without hesitation, removing my clothing and securing the apron that marks my service. After completing the task, I return to her presence to find Olivia retrieving a plate of cold peas from the refrigerator.

With meticulous precision, she empties the peas into a dog bowl placed squarely on the floor, and then, in a gesture both dismissive and degrading, she tossed a dry piece of stale bread into the bowl.

“You will eat this,” she orders flatly.

Her lips curl into a sardonic smirk as she examines me.

Trying to find my words, I mutter, “Madam Olivia, I…” I don’t like peas, and the bread is really dry.”

Her laughter cut me off, sharp and scornful.

“Look around you, creature! There are millions starving in this world, and you dare to complain about my provisions? Would you rather have sponge cake, fit only for your delusions of grandeur?”

Choking back my protest, I replied meekly,

“The bread is too dry, Madam Olivia, but I remain grateful for your care.”

She arches an eyebrow, her tone dismissive yet unyielding.

“It is only two days old, far too precious to discard. I do not squander food when others languish in hunger. Now, observe.”

She retrieves a glass of water, pours it over the peas and bread, and allows the stale bread to soften. A mirthless smile plays on her lips as she remarks.

“Now it is softened. Eat quickly, for you have but five minutes to finish every last morsel. Not a crumb shall remain.”

My stomach is sour. The cold gruel glaring up at me, soaked in diluted shame. My throat tightens, for a second. But waiting is not an option.

Taking a shaking breath, I lower my face into the bowl, swallowing each mouthful down as though it might erase my failure. The texture is repellent, the taste utterly flavorless, but I don’t dare to stop, knowing that stopping would yield only more displeasure.

Olivia’s heel slams onto the back of my head, shoving my face into the mushy peas. My skull aches from the pressure. Food splatters against my cheeks as she sneers above me, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.

“Clean the bowl. Leave nothing behind, or face further correction.”

I continue to devour the meager offering with fervent urgency, each swallow an act of penance. I lick the bowl until no crumb or droplet remains.

Satisfied with my submission, she snaps her fingers, a signal for me to cease my frantic efforts.

“Enough. Wash your face.”

I stayed for a brief moment at the sink, and I return, kneel down with more ardor, I bend my head and, in a hushed tone full of reverence.

“Thanks, Madam, for feeding me and taking care of me.”

She extends her foot, a final demand of reverence and says with a smirk. “Kiss my feet. Let your lips honor the service you owe.”

Obeying, I incline my head, kissing the chilly smoothness of her foot. Each kiss is a claim of acknowledgment, a vow of silence to remember the lessons of punctuality, humility, and invulnerable obedience.

Olivia kicks my face away from her feet, “Get to work, you have chores to do creature!”

I wake up early the following morning since Anthea will have to wake up for an emergency soon. My heart stops when I remember that it is Wednesday.

Maybe it will be the day I am allowed to hump her leg, something that has become an odd, but loving weekly routine for me. The chastity cage that holds me in line from sex, bound around my groin, is already uncomfortably snug, a testament to my own anticipation.

I step out of my small bed in the guest room, my designated place in Anthea’s house. I knock softly at the door.

“Lady,” I whisper, “it’s time to get up please.”

There is a disgruntled grumble from within. “Mmm… come in, boy,” Anthea slumbers. I enter quietly. She is on her side, her beautiful hair strewn on the pillow. “What time is it?” she asks.

“Good morning, Lady,” I whisper. “It’s 6.15 am. You have that emergency appointment, do you remember?”

She blinks several times and massages her eyes. “Yes, yes, the appointment with that poor client,” she mutters. She stretches out her arms and yawns, “Happy Humping Day, boy,” she says playfully.

The words thrill along me with anticipation. “Thank you, Lady,” I mumble, my face turning red. Maybe tonight, after the end of her long day, I will be able to hump her leg once more.

My only expectation of an imitation of closeness, it is enough to make the cage that I am forced to wear every day acceptable.

Anthea yawns once more, and then pushes her legs off the edge of the bed. “Let’s go. I need coffee before I am ready to greet the world.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ella and Josie have never been considered good girls. Boy crazy from puberty, constantly in trouble, their parents wondered how they ever made it to college. In their inaugural year away, they got passed around like bongs, sometimes together, breaking more than a few hearts along the way.

Summer home had been disappointing for them. No parties, no friends, no boys. They had been home with their mother and her husband for two weeks, watching boring, safe movies, and taking day trips to antique shops.

Everything changed for them when Ted came home. Ted was their step-dad’s son, and he had lived with them since their parents got married. On the surface, Ted was quite boring. He had few friends, even in college, sticking to a small group of Warhammer 40k and Dungeons and Dragons groups. Lanky, dark haired, and pale. It was unclear if he’d ever been on more than a handful of dates and he spent most of his time in his room.

The family welcomed him home, and shortly after his arrival everyone settled in for a big dinner. The girls had always been as nice as they could stand to their stepbrother. They were into vodka shots, loud parties, and drugs, so there was never a lot in common; but he was not cast aside like other dorks they encountered. He seemed happy enough to see them, and very eager to make his way up to his room.

After dinner, they sat down for a movie and all made their way to bed. Ted exited first, then their parents. Ella, on her way to her own room bursa escort stopped when she saw Josie crouched in front of Ted’s bedroom door. The tan brunette had an eye squinted, Ella crouched next to her and whispered,

“What are you doing?”

“I think Ted is jerking off, listen.” Josie whispered back.

“And you’re watching? That’s sick even for you.” Ella whispered back.

“Yes, no, just look.” Josie hissed, pushing her blonde sister’s head toward the gap in the door.

Ella peered through the gap made by the aging foundation that caused the jamb to pull away. Ted was sitting at his desk, reclined back in a hand-me-down desk chair. Ella couldn’t tell what he was doing at first, but as her focus settled her eyes bugged out. His hand was stroking one of the biggest members she’d ever seen.

“That thing is fucking huge!” She hissed.

“I know!” Josie whispered back, “I don’t think his hand even fits around it.”

“What’s he getting off to?”

“I don’t know, it’s high pitched and irritating. But he’s completely hypnotized.”

“I bet it’s hentai.” Ella answered.

“What?”

“Anime porn.”

Josie rolled her eyes and pushed her sister to get another look, “I think he’s about to cum.”

They heard panting through the door, and the sisters fought to see. At his desk, Ted grunted and then scrambled to grab his loose white t-shirt from the ground as his body wrested control from him and the thick cock began bursa eskort to visible pulse. His effort was in vain, as he erupted, shooting thick, ropey, bursts of white semen across his desk, and arching on to the floor. Several heavy blasts of cum escaped before he covered himself, stroking out the remaining mess.

As he shuddered and panted, at the end of his climax, the smell wafted through the door, heavy with ammonia. “Shit,” he swore to himself looking at the mess.

Josie and Ella exchanged glances, “Have you ever taken a load that big?” Ella asked.

“Close, but never from a toy that big, you?”

“Never.”

Ella watched her sister bite her lip. She was going to scold her but was interrupted by the sound of smacks, and high pitch cries. Ella leaned over and peered into the gap in the door, “He’s fucking doing it again!”

“What?” Josie hissed.

“He’s jerking off again, hard and everything!”

“There’s no way.”

“Look!” Ella hissed.

Josie leaned over and looked. Ella was right, Ted had draped the shirt over himself and had gone back to work stroking the oversized cock, the audible sounds of hentai coming from his laptop. Ella leaned against the wall and slid down, listening to her brother pant as he pleasured himself for the second time in minutes.

Josie stood up, leaning against the wall, “I’m going to my room.”

“You can’t masturbate to your step-brother, Josie.”

“Well, I fucking am.”

“Josie, it’s gross and wrong.”

“So is watching him jack off like total voyeurs but here we are.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m going to rub myself until I black out.” Josie whispered defiantly.

They were interrupted by the sound of Ted’s second climax. He groaned vocally into his room. Josie leaned over, watching the shirt over his tip violently soaked with each successive blast of cum until it was soaked through. Josie’s hand had slipped between her slender tan legs and she covered her mouth with the other.

Her hips jerked as she watched through the crack, her shoulder against the wall for support as her fingers sent warm, static, currents of pleasure across her body. She heard panting that wasn’t hers and looked down through heavy eyes. Ella had reached under her own silken night gown, a hand over her mouth and legs spread wide open as she did the same.

They could hear how wet the other was as fingers buried into their tight bodies and rubbed sensitive folds. Ella started to pull the strap down on her top but her body exploded into a cascade of ecstasy that emptied her mind and forced her to squeeze her mouth closed. Josie wasn’t far behind, collapsing to her knees, wet droplets falling onto the hard wood as she clenched and jerked, relishing the aching that had been sprung on her.

They both reclined on the wall panting for breath as their minds came back to life. Josie looked at Ella, “We can’t do this, not with our brother.”

Ella looked up at the ceiling, “I don’t think we have that kind of self-control, Josie. I think we’re just sluts who do whatever our bodies say.”

Josie reached between her legs, “Fuck I need to cum again.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I knew my work outfit was already pushing boundaries and it was ridiculous that I hadn’t been told to dress more appropriately. It consisted of a tiny skirt that constantly showed off my thong. My top had a neckline as low as possible and my lack of a bra often made for an interesting view. However, I felt it was time to push the envelope further and my husband was on board.

The next work day I showed up wearing a bra for a top. I purposely didn’t choose a standard bra but one that looked like a nipple could pop out any second. It had been tempting to go with a sheer bra, but that felt like it was going too far if such a thing even existed for me anymore. It was difficult to tell if my new outfit was getting me more looks or not as I was already getting stares from everyone, all the time. Also just like before, I received no warnings or threats to my job from my boss or human resources. I was wearing even less to the office and getting nothing but positive reinforcement.

A new, sluttier outfit was not what I was most anticipating today though. Korbin, a coworker of my husband, was blackmailing me with documents that showed my husband and I were stealing money from the company. Unknown to him, these were fake. But my husband and I were getting a lot of enjoyment out of him taking advantage of the situation. Thus far he has been using his leverage over me to take nude photos of me. He recently informed me today that I would be required to do additional acts to prevent him from leaking these documents.

“He’s going to want to push things farther with me than before. And he’s already seen me fully nude. There’s no telling how much he might want me to do this time,” I told Jake the previous night.

“As always, go as far as you are comfortable with. If you must back out and end the game by revealing our depiction, do it. But only if you absolutely have to,” Jake replied. He was anxious for this blackmail game to continue, as was I.

If Korbin demanded I fuck him, I wasn’t sure what I would do. The other interesting thing was he was sitting on a boatload of nude images and videos of me. The documents might be fake, but those weren’t. If I ended the game, he might decide to share those with the whole company. A prospect that, while scary, was also exciting to me.

I arrived at the usual conference room that Korbin had reserved for just the two of us. He was there and had his camera ready. “Jesus, Kristin. You’re going around the office with a bra for a top? Is someone else blackmailing you into wearing these slutty outfits,” he asked.

“I don’t need to justify my wardrobe to you,” I countered.

“Maybe. But you do need to get on the table and strip fully nude for me.”

I followed his instructions and removed the minimal amount of clothing I was wearing. All the while he snapped probably a hundred photos of me undressing. This was no different than what he had me do before. But it was adding to the pile of images he had of my naked body.

I stood there, fully exposed, on the table wondering if this was all he had in store for me. That would be such a boring end to this if he only wanted to look, but never touch. My hope was he would blackmail me into sucking his dick. The thought of being ‘forced’ to give oral to a man like Korbin had put me into a constant state of arousal, ever since he called this latest meeting. I soon found out that he did have more demands of me, but none of them would involve my lips wrapped around his cock.

“Sit on the table and spread your legs. I want you to masturbate and get yourself to cum,” he instructed me. Okay, I thought. This was stepping things up a bit. I hid the joy I felt hearing this sexy demand and brought out my reluctant, innocent wife character.

“I can’t do that Korbin! You’ve already seen way more of my body than any man but my husband should ever see. Making me do such an act in front of you would only further betray my husband. Don’t make me do this,” I pleaded.

“You don’t need to do anything for me. But then nothing would be stopping me from getting you and your husband fired. I also wonder what Jake would think if he knew his wife was letting other men take nude pictures of his wife.” He would and does think it’s pretty fucking hot, I thought. But I couldn’t say that.

“Okay fine. But I’m doing this for my husband. Not for your perverted enjoyment,” I said as I sat on the table and opened up my legs as wide as they would go.

“Good. I’ll be taking video of this so put on a good show,” he said as he started the video with a close-up shot of my spread-eagled pussy.

His demand that I masturbate was a welcome relief as I found myself increasingly horny while at work. Stripping down for him had only increased my lust and as a result, my pussy was well lubricated for my fingers. Three of them to be exact which got to work pumping in and out of my pussy. My other hand started off stimulating my tits by pinching my nipples. The amount of men who have handled my breasts over the past few weeks has taught me escort bursa how sensitive they are and how playing with them had a profound impact on me.

As I continued making progress on my building orgasm with my fingers, I watched Korbin move all around me as he filmed my masturbation skills from all angles. Being so exposed like this while a man I barely knew filmed me was only adding to my eroticism. My penetrating fingers were scratching a metaphorical itch inside me and every time they did, a reservoir of pleasure built up inside me. My free hand moved from my tits to my clit, which had become ultra-sensitive. The double attack on my pussy accelerated the building feelings inside me. My legs moved around the table as I threatened to become overwhelmed by the pleasure. My tongue literally hung out of my agape mouth as I was in a state of constant moaning that threatened to grab the attention of anybody outside the doors.

My vision blurred and the damn inside me burst open, sending me into a state of pure rapture. Some amount of time passed where I rode this wave to its completion. When I came to I was on my stomach on a whole other part of the table.

“Nicely done. But I think we can do even better. Ah, perfect timing,” Korbin said as someone entered the conference room. My mind was still too clouded to realize how bad it was to have someone walk in on me like this, but they quickly closed the door behind them.

I got myself to sit up and recognized the young woman who came in. Her name was Cara and she was a secretary for the company’s CFO. “Thanks for joining us, Cara. I trust you know Kristin. In case you were curious, this is what she looks like naked and after having successfully masturbating,” Korbin said, mockingly.

I made no effort to cover myself up but looked at the young woman with a curious caution. This was not something I had expected. Jake and I had theorized numerous ways Korbin could have taken things, but none of our ideas involved some other girl from the company showing up.

“Kristin, oh my god. How many women are you blackmailing Korbin?” Cara said looking at him with disgust.

“Just the two of you. Both of you have been so naughty. But I’ll spare you the embarrassment of revealing what bad thing I discovered about either of you. But that will be the only embarrassment I won’t be subjecting you both to,” he said with a devious smile.

Was Cara in the same situation as me? Was she truly being blackmailed or was it a sexy game like it was for Jake and me? I would need to make a call here as I was beginning to get a clearer idea of where Korbin was taking this.

“So, Cara. Does the sight of Kristin’s naked body excite you?” He asked the wary girl. I continued to make no effort to hide it. Cara was not avoiding looking at me as her stare lingered a bit too long on my chest for her not to have some interest in it.

“I’ll admit she’s a good-looking woman but I’m not playing along with your weird game,” she replied.

“And how about you Kristin. Is Cara attractive to you?”

I elected to play this a bit more daring. “I… I can’t lie. She’s really hot,” I said purposely stuttering my words. It wasn’t a lie either. Cara had a tight, yet curvy body with what was probably c-cup boobs and gorgeous hair. When she smiled you would get butterflies in your stomach. The young woman had the slightest of blushes appear on her cheeks when I said that.

“But you can’t fully judge her looks like she can yours. You need to see all of her. Cara, climb up on the table. Kristin, do her a favor and strip her of her clothes,” Korbin told me.

Cara hesitated a bit before climbing on the table and stood before me. I was personally on board with the direction he was sending things, but was Cara? I studied her for a moment. Her cheeks continued to be flush and she kept stealing glances at my own naked body. While I wasn’t sure of the true nature of the relationship between her and Korbin, I was confident that she was also interested in her and me getting to know each other better.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up. She obliged and lifted her arms up, allowing me to reveal her black floral bra. I wasted no time after that pulling her skirt down, which showed us her matching black thong. Seeing this beautiful woman that I had admired for so long, now suddenly showing so much skin was stunning to me. Another woman might look at this sight and feel jealousy or similar negative feelings. I felt something else that surprised me. Desire. I’m a straight woman who enjoys dick as much, if not more, than anyone. But something stirred in me.

“Keep going, Kristin. Don’t stop until Cara has nothing to hide,” Korbin instructed. I didn’t need him to push me to continue stripping this woman. I walked up to close proximity to her, to the point where our tits pressed up against each other. I reached around her back and simultaneously breathed on her neck, causing her to stir. I got her bra unhooked and after taking a step görükle escort back, I witnessed it fall off of her. Her breasts didn’t disappoint and the desire to caress and feel them was strong. I held off and got on my knees in front of the squirming woman. She had one more thing to remove. I took my time pulling it down but soon her shaven pussy was a mere foot away from me. I pondered how wet she was after seeing me in my nude state and having me strip her. If she was anything like me, she would be dripping wet.

I stood back up to admire everything Cara had to offer. Korbin had taken pictures the entire time. The thought of images of me pulling down another woman’s panties sparked some interesting feelings. He sat the camera down and pushed us in the direction I expected. “Now that you are both on equal terms, let’s see you kiss.”

I didn’t voice any objections, despite me supposed to be a woman being blackmailed. I wanted to give the impression to Cara that I wanted this because truthfully, I did. I took a step towards her as she looked downwards shyly and got to within a few inches of her face. I held her hands and she looked up at me in the eyes.

“I’m glad I’m doing this with someone like you,” I whispered before I leaned in and met her lips. She gave me no resistance and seemed to embrace our situation. Her lips curled around mine and her hand found the back of my head. She tasted sweet and her lips were the smoothest I had ever felt. My hands came to rest on her bare hips. Korbin rushed around us to capture our first foray into lesbianism with dozens and dozens of pictures. My body felt so hot. Both from the feeling of Cara and being so exposed to Korbin in this intimate moment.

“Feel each other’s chest,” he next commanded. I obeyed at once, taking the entirety of one of them into my hands. So warm and soft. With a bit more caution, Cara followed suit and placed a hand on my own tits. I’ve been enjoying the experience of having more people explore the feeling of my breasts, but this was the first time I felt a woman touch them. She was tender with them and the eroticism of the whole situation grew. Over the next few minutes, Korbin allowed us to stay in this state. We continued to make out and started feeling our tongues explore each other’s mouths. One of my hands migrated to her ass which was equally enjoyable to feel as her tits. I nearly pushed her and me to take things further but Korbin beat me to it.

“We are running out of time so let’s get to the main event. 69 each other until you both cum,” he said bluntly. That is what I kept waiting to hear. I pulled away from Cara’s lips and gave a look of uncertainty, but quickly lay down on the table indicating I was fully onboard with this. Cara was much slower to join me which gave me a minute to consider what I was doing. Was this full-on cheating? It’s sex, isn’t it? Would Jake be okay with me doing this? But as I saw a wet pussy lower itself to just above my face, I knew for sure Jake would be disappointed if I didn’t do this. I was going to fuck Cara.

I angled my head upwards and took my first taste of pussy. As the ever slightly sweet taste covered my tongue, Cara squirmed and gasped. I didn’t relent and kept stroking my tongue across her labia lips. If I was going to tongue fuck a woman, I was going to do this right. After enduring me for a minute, Cara remembered I had a pussy as well and my leg muscles tensed up as I felt the warm, wet sensation shoot pleasure across my body. I was no stranger to receiving oral sex, but nothing occurring right now was normal for me.

As we continued to prod each other’s womanhoods with our tongues, I caught frequent glimpses of Korbin swinging the camera around. I’m sure he was taking video. Up until today, everything I had done with my fellow employees were things I had done extensively with my husband. Stripping, groping, and sucking dick. But now my first time with a woman didn’t involve him at all. While I wished that wasn’t the case, doing such an act for another man to witness first, hell even record, was so deliciously naughty.

Cara lifted her head out of my crotch to let out a loud moan as my tongue zeroed in on her most sensitive spots. I was making excellent progress on her, as she was on me. My ass cheeks were in a state of constant spasm and my pussy was literally dripping from a combination of my own juices and my new best friend’s saliva.

While Cara was certainly more vocal than me, and I wasn’t exactly being quiet, I wasn’t sure which of us was the closest to cumming. Her tongue kept hitting a spot that drove me wild but then teasingly would go off and explore another area of my pussy. Rather vengefully, I tried to do the same with her and the end result seemed to be we kept each other on the edge of an orgasm. But I relented and focused on getting her the same sexual satisfaction I craved. Thirty seconds later her back arched up as she hollered her way through her orgasm. The first I had ever given to a woman.

Her face came to rest right next to my vagina and her breaths felt oddly good on it. But she recovered just enough and, making quick work of me, sent me into my own lesbian orgasm. I gripped her thighs tightly and endured the intense pleasure, all the while I was staring at the wide-open pussy above me that I had just tongue fucked. Finally free of the grips of the orgasm I slid out from under her and looked up at the camera that had filmed it all. I had just participated in an amateur lesbian porn video. A video which I had no control over. For all I knew he could walk out of this room and email it to the entire company. A thought that I found so erotic it scared me.

“Thank you ladies. Excellent show. Now if you will both get dressed and leave, I have a meeting in here in five minutes,” Korbin said finally putting his phone away. Two minutes later Cara and I left the room at the same time, both still red in the face from our bonding activity. We looked at each other and I wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t often I fucked another woman at work. “Thanks… I mean see you,” Cara said before scurrying off.

“No, thank you,” I replied with a smile.

“Holy fuck. Is it weird that I hope he does send the video out to the whole company,” was the first thing Jake said after I finished telling him the story of my first foray into lesbian sex.

“Cara didn’t exactly hate the experience. Maybe she wouldn’t mind a repeat with you as the audience,” I teased but knew it was out of the question.

“So are you bi-sexual now or something,” he asked me.

“I… I don’t know. I’m something. I love you and your dick. And women look nice, but…”

“It’s confusing and there’s no need to put a label on it. We can just say for certain you greatly enjoyed fucking Cara,” Jake interjected. I couldn’t disagree with that.

“It’s funny that Korbin had things go this direction today because just before I had been thinking that it’s about time I progress my lesbian affair with June. We keep flirting at lunch but I’m curious to see if I can move it forward more.”

“You’re so into chicks,” Jake teased. Again though, I don’t think I could disagree on that.

June was the daughter of Vice President Fowler. The man who was my boss’s boss. June had started an internship at the company. Over the past week, I started getting friendly with her and we even shared a kiss at one point. At our next lunch together, she beat me to the punch and invited me out. “My friends and I are going to a dance club this Saturday night. You should join us!”

“Do you really want me there? I’m almost ten years older than your friends. Won’t they think it’s weird that you brought an older co-worker with you?” Having some girls in their early twenties bad-mouthing me around June wasn’t going to help us get closer. But she grabbed hold of my hand.

“Don’t worry about them. I want you there. With me,” she said in a sweet voice. I couldn’t say no to that and made the plans.

I wore a strapless glittery dress that I hadn’t worn in years and put on my best makeup. As sexy as I looked, it was funny that I was more modestly dressed heading to a dance club compared to what I now worked in. But I was sure I could catch June’s eye in this. Jake wished me luck in my hunt for pussy and I drove to the club. Arriving a bit late, by design, I found June and four of her friends at a table. As I expected, her four friends didn’t have much interest in interacting with me, but June wasn’t interested in sitting around either. Quickly she took me to the dance floor where I tried to let loose and not worry about anything but having fun.

I lost track of time but June and I had a blast. Her friends would cycle in and out but she and I never left. Sometimes we would dance next to each other, other times we would dance a little closer and even touch a bit. Nothing unusual for female friends, but I found it erotic nonetheless.

While dancing to a slightly lower-beat song, June leaned over and whispered in my ear. “That guy over there keeps eyeing you. He’s kind of hot, right?”

My heart dropped a bit hearing her tell me this. I wasn’t here with her to get with guys. I wanted to get with her. But I played along. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool looking.”

“You should go talk with him,” she suggested.

As tempting as it was to reply to her, ‘How about we forget about him and eat each other out instead,’ I agreed and went over to the guy. He looked to be about 20 years old. Nearly the same age as June but over ten years younger than me.

“Hey. I’m Kristin,” I said as I approached him. I had no idea why I was talking with him.

“I’m Miles. You’re really beautiful you know. I’ve been watching you dance all night,” he told me. It was nice that I could still attract the attention of these college boys.

“Thanks. You’re good-looking yourself,” I said returning the compliment. He bought me a drink and we spent the next ten minutes talking and flirting. He invited me to dance with him on the dance floor and he ground his crotch into my ass for a few songs. It was hot and under other circumstances, I would have enjoyed this immensely, but I kept looking to June. She would give me a thumbs up and wink as I let Miles put his hands all over me.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Note. All the characters in this story are aged 18 and over.

Searching the web for sex contacts, Fiona a very horny and perverted old lady of 76 years was desperate for cock and a lot of cum since her hubby died six months ago. Finding a guy near her own age was no good as they could hardly raise a hard on let alone shoots lots of lovely creamy spunk and that made her depressed.

That was until she came across a granny fetish site. It seemed that it was set up for men who wanted to meet, date, and fulfil their sexual fantasies with old ladies like her.

Reading the ads, it was crystal clear that there were a lot of horny youngish men who clearly got their rocks off playing with old ladies. And more to the point, a lot of them stated that they preferred chubby, tubby and cuddly types. Which she readily was. So, she set about preparing her profile.

Hello, my name is Fiona, and would like to meet a clean young man who would like to play and experience a nice comfortable, and sensuous relationship with me.

I am caring and understanding of any fantasies you may have. The photo was taken by my late husband a couple of years ago. Please contact me in confidence at ………@……. and tell me all about yourself and any other naughty things.

The photo she chose was wearing quite a tight-fitting and shortish dress that showed off her size 18 figure and 36D tits provocatively.

Within 10 days she had her first replies. The one that caught her interest was from a guy called Paul who was 19. He said that he preferred old ladies based on the fact that he loved what his aunt (then 50) did to him when she seduced him and since then he had befriended two other lovely old women. He went on to say that he disliked young girls because they were obsessed with shaving their “privates” and slimming. He finished by saying that he would observe any boundaries she set and would be respectful, but would very much enjoy playing and embracing her lovely body. Fiona liked his approach and send him an email asking him to meet her at a local restaurant the following Sunday at 2.00 pm for a light lunch.

She decided that it would be nice to see how he reacted to the way she was dressed. As she had really big thick nipples which she loved being sucked, Fiona wore a flimsy shelf bra that held up and showed off her 36 D tits. Covered by a nice crisp white blouse, her nips stood out like bullets. Being a size 18, her floppy belly would have been a problem but when it was covered by a tight-fitting dress she felt very sexy. Hold-up stockings and no knickers finished off the attractive ensemble.

It bursa escort bayan had been agreed that she would arrive first and so seated with a glass of wine she looked forward to seeing Paul’s reaction. He arrived looking smart in a suit and as he walked over to her she clocked his crotch which appeared to contain quite a large bulge. She got up to greet him and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“Oh Paul, it is so nice to see you in the flesh to speak. I must say you look very smart.”

Sitting down, his eyeballs immediately honed in on her nipples. “And you Fiona are ravishing, I don’t want to be forward, but your tits are fabulous. I am getting hard just looking at them.”

“Well, that’s just what I wanted to hear. So tell me about the things you like.”

“Fiona, this may be old-fashioned, but I would like us to have lots of kisses and cuddles and of course foreplay. One thing I do like is acting out as though we are strangers and we start talking really dirty and you getting excited opening your legs gradually and showing off what I hope is a lovely hairy fanny.”

“Oh yes, that sounds good, and to start as we mean to go on, yes, I do have a nice hairy cunt, James.”

He told her that one of his old ladies, liked him to watch her take a piss which he initially thought was dirty, but after seeing it, got him turned on and rock hard.

Fiona’s cunt was getting wet and to get him really sexed up asked how many times he got hard after shooting his spunk as that was what she really wanted, loads of hot spunk all over her. He said that with one lady, he had cum four times in three hours.

“In fact, I could really do with rubbing one out now, Fiona.”

She told him that she liked anal sex, having her tits sucked, her clit licked and if he was really a nice boy, she would let him shag her arse while he fingered and rubbed her clit as she pissed all over his hand.

By the time they finished lunch, they were ready for anything. As James drove them home, she gently massaged his cock but not wanting him to cum, took it very gently.

As soon as they got indoors, James put his hand up her skirt and was delighted to find a mass of wet hair.

“James, I must have a pee or I’ll burst. Would you help me I’m desperate to cum and want all your lovely spunk up my cunt.”

Pulling up her skirt and sitting on the pan with her fat cellulite-riddled thighs as wide as possible, a massive squirt of piss hit the water. James was so worked up that he dropped his trousers and started slowly wanking his very thick dick.

“Oh Fiona, I want you now”. bursa escort sitesi Pulling her up and against the wall, he had no trouble sticking his dick into her well-lubed hairy hole.

“Come on boy, fuck me hard and let me feel that lovely spunk.”

As he shot his first thick wad of spunk her cunt tightened around his rock-hard cock and was actually milking the spunk out of him.

“Yes, yes, give this dirty old bitch all your spunk. More, more” she shouted as he shot at least four more streams of white baby juice inside her 75-year-old cunt, and to his great delight she quickly reached her own climax probably making up for not being shagged for so long. As Paul went to pull out his flaccid dick, her vaginal muscles held him tight in.

“Now, Paul I know you want a piss, so I want you to piss up my love tube. Go on, I know you want to try it.”

Nodding his head, and releasing his bladder, a long and strong stream of hot piss hit her cervix”.

“Oh Paul, this so fucking perverted, it’s lovely”.

Releasing his dick, he pulled out and a flood of spunk and piss poured out of her hairy twat, soaking her stockings and shoes leaving a big puddle on the bathroom floor.

Leaning against the wall, she had the biggest smile as did he. In his eyes, she looked lovely. And to be sure, Fiona, was by far the most adventurous granny he had ever met, and boy did he want more.

After a nice shower, they sat and talked for a couple of hours. Then Paul, said, “Remember when I told you that I like playing the strangers game and we start talking really dirty and you got horny and started opening your legs and showing me your lovely hairy cunt. I only ask, as seeing your luscious tits is getting me hard again. And I am sure you would like to feel a lot more of my creamy spunk.”

“What a lovely idea. What role do you want me to play, sweetheart?”

“Well, let me think. Yes, here’s a nice dirty one. You are my neighbour and I am the young boy from next door who has come in and help clean the kitchen cupboards and you start to seduce me. How does that sound?”

“Full of dirty possibilities but these clothes won’t do for that. I’ll go and change and you can make the tea.”

As Paul, was putting the tea cups on the coffee table, Fiona returned dressed in a button-down dress, but with only the top buttons done up. It also had a very low-cut top, that just about held her braless wrinkly tits in place.

“Oh Paul, you are a good boy making the tea. Now you seat yourself on the sofa and I will sit here opposite you, and we can have a nice chat. You don’t mind talking to an old lady like me do you?”

Absolutely not Mrs. Jones, in fact, I enjoy the company of older people, I can learn so much from them.”

“What sorts of things, James?

“Well, one thing that my friends say, is that old people — I’m sorry to use these words, Mrs. Jones — don’t have sexual desires or even do it!”

“Do you have sexual desires, James?” As she said it, Fiona, crossed her fat legs letting the bottom half of the dress fall aside, just below her crotch.

“Of course, all the time, it’s embarrassing”.

“In what way you are only a young boy? I bet you don’t even get erections” slyly and slowly opening her legs giving him a glimpse of her hair-covered cunt lips.

“I might be young, but I do, and right now Mrs. Jones, you are making me think really naughty thoughts. I wish you would not sit like that; I can see everything.”

“You are not the only one to have naughty thoughts, James, and you can’t see everything. I’ve seen you lots of times trying to look up my skirt when you are here with your mum you dirty young fucker!”

With that she fully opened her legs, adding “So now James, I thought I would give you a full review of my lovely old hairy cunt. Now, my boy, let’s go to bed and you can play with it to your heart’s content”

Of course, by now, James had another storming hard-on but kept in character.

In the bedroom, Fiona stripped off and lay wantonly on the bed, legs wide apart. “Now James, let me see your cock”.

James did not take long to strip off and stood there with his 7 inch very thick dick, oozing pre cum. Lying next to her and admired her lovely fat old wrinkled body and was soon kissing her with horny passion. She got the message and was kissing him and sliding her old tongue into his mouth they were almost eating each other. Then his mouth found her mammoth nipples, sucking and squeezing them.

“Oh yes, yes, James chew them, I love them being handled hard,” she said as her hand grabbed his thick cock.

Making his way down to her lovely soft belly, her found to his utter amazement that her bush ran all the way round to her shit hole which he started playing with.

“Yes, that’s it, James, I cum so quickly when fucked there, fuck it now, NOW.”

Putting a pillow under her, he gradually pushed his cock right up to his balls. Pounding her arse hole, he could not hold out long.

“Come on you young cunt, fuck me, fuck this old shitter, give me all your hot young spunk inside me, come on, I want to feel it shooting right up inside me.”

With her very tight sphincter, James could feel his spunk rising as he shot jet after jet of creamy spunk up her.

James and Fiona, had each found their perfect perverted partner. And as things progressed, they both wanted to do more and more outlandish and perverted things.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A night filled with laughter, drinks, and catching up with friends left me exhausted but happy. I had had no luck discovering anymore what the rest of the weekend had in store. I couldn’t tell if I was the only one in the dark, or if they were all keeping a secret, their faces locked in a conspiratorial silence.

My standard sleep wear – boxers and a T-shirt – felt comfortable as I crawled into bed, utterly spent from the day. As I lay with my eyes closed, the gentle rhythm of my breath lulled me toward a peaceful sleep. The sound of running water and Sally’s humming drifted from the bathroom as she prepared for bed. The duvet lifted, and with a gentle sigh, a warm body nestled into the bed and shuffled closer, snuggling into my back. The sigh that escaped her lips, a long exhale of pure relaxation, let me know instantly that this was Diane, not Sally.

“I hope you’re fine with me stepping in for Sally,” she whispered seductively in my ear.

“Hardly, I love my sister deeply. However, I couldn’t be happier than to have you here with me.”

My heart was thumping hard and despite all the sexual adventures I’d had with Diane, this felt different, more intimate. Diane was breathing deeply, her hands moving slowly over me with no real purpose, just a wonderful slow caress. After I climbed into bed, I felt sated, exhausted, and had no desire other than to peacefully fall asleep. Now I was feeling like a teenager, realising that his wet dream was about to come true. I was rock hard now and aching to slide slowing into this wonderful woman’s wet and welcoming pussy.

Diane hadn’t touched my cock, but she had had an extraordinary effect on me. “Are you sleepy Mike?” Diane whispered.

I said nothing. I merely moved slowly over to face her, looking into her dark eyes. My cock had slid over her thighs and was now pressing hard against the fabric of her panties.

“I was very sleepy but now, to be honest, All I want now is to make love.”

Wordlessly Diane sat up, shrugging the covers off us. Her breasts grazed my chest and belly as she moved to remove my boxers. I lifted my hips and had to manoeuvre a bit to free my cock. Diane looked at me smiling, pure lust radiating from every part of her body.

My cock was twitching with anticipation, leaking pre-cum as Diane lowered her head to lick it clean and leave it glistening with her saliva. She then straddled me, slid her hands up my torso, and pushed my t-shirt until I had to sit forward and let her pull it over my head.

Diane had still not said a word and leaning over me, she took my wrists, pushing my arms wide and lowering her breasts onto my face. Her nipples were erect and hard, her areola raised and sensitive as I took a nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking the tip. Contented whimpers were now spreading through her core, her hips gently gyrating, pressing my hard cock against my belly.

I glided my hands down her back and under the elastic of her panties, the smooth mound of her arse. It was time to get her panties off, so with some agile choreography, they were sliding down her tanned legs. It was impossible not to notice the huge wet patch on them, confirmed further as my cock slid with ease deep inside Diane’s warm dripping pussy. We slipped into a natural rhythm, our skin glistening as our movements became more frenetic. Diane was so wet I could feel her juices on my thighs as she used the full length of my cock to pleasure herself. Diane was riding me hard now, her breasts swinging in perfect unison, nipples brushing my face. Until suddenly, she sat bolt upright; her face contorted in what could have been construed as pain, except that it was obviously pleasure. Her pussy gripped my cock hard for a few seconds. Then, with a sharp exhalation of breath, she collapsed furiously, riding me until she orgasmed with a brief scream from the very depth of her soul. She shook violently, grunting and blowing out her cheeks as her orgasm consumed her.

I had been so immersed in the throes of her own orgasm that I hadn’t let myself go, and now, as Diane calmed down into a slow, comfortable rhythm, I felt my own desperate need to cum enveloping me. Diane recognised this and, smiling, said, “Your turn, Mike.” Diane then lifted herself, allowing only the tip of my cock to enter her swollen pussy, and then lowered herself again, taking my cock deep inside her. She continued like this with a slight increase in pace. I was getting closer and closer to my climax, and it was becoming apparent with the noises coming from Diane that she may well be close to another orgasm.

With every nerve ending in my body alive and sparking, a final wave of pleasure immersing me in the moment. Diane was also sighing deeply with pleasure as she came again, her head thrown back, her hands on my chest. As we both languished in the afterglow of our orgasms, Diane leaned forward and kissed me slowly, her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. As my erection diminished, Diane allowed my cock to slide free of bursa bayan eskort her pussy, sliding down my body to take it in her mouth, licking hers and my juices from it.

When she had finished, she moved back up the bed, snuggling in next to me, her arm resting on my chest. “Hmmm, now that’s what I call a nightcap!” She purred. Just as I was about to respond, her breathing changed, and she fell into a deep slumber. I was happy to join her, smiling as I slipped into a dream state of my own.

I awoke the next morning having slept deeply, so deeply in fact that I had not noticed Diane was already up and downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching, then getting up and putting on boxer shorts and a t-shirt and made my way down to the kitchen.

It turned out I was the last one up, as the three girls were already in the kitchen. Modesty was not a problem with these three. Julie was wearing the shortest satin wraparound that wasn’t hiding a thing. Sally had a skimpy satin camisole and shorts and Diane a simple t-shirt and panties.

“Morning, Mikey!” Julie said, bouncing over to me. Her wrap losing its last effort to stay closed as she threw her arms around me, kissing me and grinding her hips into my groin.

“And a delightful morning to you too Julie!” I managed when Julie finally came up for breath!

“If I don’t get well and truly shagged and cum until my pussy aches today, I’ll be demanding a refund from Sally.”

“Don’t sit on the fence, Jules, tell us what you really want!” Sally laughed.

“Listen guys, what happens in Devon stays in Devon, okay? Look guys, like I said yesterday, I’m very happy at home and love my family, but my sex life is dead in the water and if I don’t have some fun this weekend, I’m going to go pop! I want to suck cock, fuck cock, suck on titties and pussy, have my pussy used and abused until I can’t walk straight.”

While presenting this menu of sexual needs, Julie sashayed between us, her wrap open, exposing her naked body, her hand snaking inside my shorts, brushing Diane’s breasts, a caress and a playful spank on Sally’s arse.

“Can we have some breakfast first?” I Laughed. “I mean, let’s be honest, we’re going to need to keep our strength up!”

“Not a problem with me,” Julie purred. “So long as you are happy to lick your yoghurt off my pussy, spread your Nutella on my tits so that Sally and Diane can feast on my nipples!”

“Bloody hell, Jules, what the fuck has got into you?”

“Nothing Sally, absolutely nothing has been inside me for longer than I care to admit. You’ve already been shagged by your brother, Diane and Mike were at it like fucking bunnies last night. I guess I have been happy living with my frustrations up till now, but the fun we had last night has woken me up to how much I love sex! Please don’t let me down my best and most beautiful, sexy friends.”

Following Julie’s speech, we all instinctively gravitated toward her and created a group hug. None of us saying anything, simply ensuring we enclosed her with love and support.

“Mmmm, this works. I love you guys so much.” Julie sighed.

“Has it really been as bad as you are saying, Julie?” I asked.

“Glen is always busy. I’m working all sorts of odd shifts. Then the kids, bless them, find any number of ways of ensuring sex is not on the menu. Before you know it, your sex life has died through no one’s fault and then life becomes what it is.”

“How on earth Glen doesn’t want to take advantage of your wonderful body daily, defies belief to be honest.” Sally said.

“Once a month would be an improvement right now.” Julie sighed.

“We are the closest set of friends I have ever known, with a lack of inhibitions proven frequently. Your birthday 20 years ago Mike was never planned to go where it did, and yet with not a second thought we merrily experimented with each other sexually and emotionally. Our first night together here in devon and we’re at it again! What does that say about us? If we are happy with events so far, then I’m fairly sure we can ensure you’ll have a ball, Julie!” Diane laughed, grabbing Julie’s arse and grinding her pelvis into hers.

“Oooh, I thought you were going to get a bit heavy there for a moment!” Sally giggled.

“Not a chance! If Julie wants a sex fest, then so be it. Now, can we please have some breakfast? Who’s going prepare Julie with her covering of Nutella, yogurt, fruit and anything else we can think of?”

“Whoa! I was only kidding about that!” Julie shrieked.

“Too late to back out now, so get your naked butt up on this table so we can prepare the feast.” Diane laughed.

“No, seriously guys, really! I was only kidding!”

Diane turned and asked me to help to get Julie up on the central island in the kitchen.

I stood behind Julie and slipped her wrap off and readied myself. “Okay Di, I’m ready at my end.”

Diane stepped in front of Julie, bending down to grab her lower legs. bursa escort bayan “Yep, here we go!” And with that, we up-ended Julie and lifted her up onto the marble top.

Despite her protests and a volley of obscenities, Julie didn’t resist very strongly. “Fuck, that’s fucking cold! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked for, and I’m sure your fevered body will soon warm it up!” I replied.

Her eyes, wide with fear, met ours as she pleaded, her voice catching in her throat. “You’re all crazy! I was just messing with you!”

While Diane and I were getting Julie up on the kitchen top, Sally had gone to the fridge and taken out a couple of yoghurts, some pots of prepared fruit and some cream.

“Shit, shit, shit! You’re not actually going to do this, are you?”

“Damn right we are Jules, you asked for it, now you’re gonna get it,” Sally replied with a mischievous grin while pulling the lid off the first Yoghurt.

Diane took another pot, pulling off the lid, and with a nod to Sally, poured it bit by bit on to Julie’s belly.

Sally tipped her pot slowly, dribbling the contents on and around her pubic area, allowing it to slide between her legs and over her pussy.

I opened one of the fruit pots and drained most of the juice before placing pieces onto the yoghurt mess on Julie’s body.

“Aarrgh Fuck! That’s fucking freezing! You’re fucking nuts. I’m covered in fucking yoghurt, for fuck’s sake.”

“Cream incoming.” Laughed Diane as she poured a pot of double cream over Julie’s breasts.

A sharp intake of breath from Julie greeted the cream as it spread over her breasts, making her nipples stand up hard

And there it was, with not a moment’s planning for this scenario. We had Julie naked on the kitchen counter covered in yoghurt, cream and fruit.

Sally leaned over Julie and buried her face in the mess, licking and mixing the fruit, cream and yoghurt. She stopped at her breasts to suck and nibble on her hard nipples before moving up and planting her lips on Julie’s, kissing her hard.

Julie put her arms around Sally’s neck and pulling her down further, her silk camisole getting covered in the mess. Seeing this, Diane pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her magnificent tits, and lowered her head to Julie’s breasts.

I watched for a few moments as the girls kissed, licked and slurped their way all over Julie, who now seemed to be enjoying the experience. Realising just what an extraordinarily erotic scene I was witnessing.

All thoughts of the cold top and fridge, fresh cream and yoghurt seemingly forgotten. Julie was allowing herself to enjoy what was happening. Sally’s camisole was now stuck to her breasts, her erect nipples showing proudly through the material. Fruity gunge was spreading over Diane’s tits, and both girls also had the mess in their hair.

Julie started cackling almost uncontrollably until with a growl she held Sally and Diane’s head to her chest “Eat me, you dirty bitches, all of it, I want all of it gone, and Mike! Time to put your tongue to good use and clean my pussy. I want it clean. In fact, so clean it will take my breath away.”

Like Diane, I removed my t-shirt and moved to the end of the kitchen top. I needed to pull her towards me in order to reach her pussy properly. She slid easily across the top and lowered my head to the mess that had once been her carefully trimmed pussy. I slowly licked and sucked, relishing the taste and sensation as I cleaned the inside of her legs and her pussy, savouring one of my favourite activities with a unique twist.

Julie had stopped protesting her discomfort and was now moaning with pleasure. Despite all the cold cream and yoghurt around Julie’s pussy, I was very aware of the warmth and moisture emanating from within. Taking a quick break, I looked up and saw Sally and Diane feverishly kissing Julie and lapping at her breasts, with Julie doing her very best to get her hand down Sally’s knickers. Oh, and by the way, what a fucking mess! The creamy mess covered the girls, the kitchen tops, and some of the floor. The sight was unbelievably erotic and, without doubt, not one I’d ever thought to witness.

“Mike! Get your head back between my legs, your job’s far from finished!”

“Yes Madame, straight away Madame!”

There was no arguing with that command, so, adjusting my hard cock for comfort, I got back to work on Julie’s warm, wet and sticky pussy.

Above me, I could hear several noises, moans, slurping, and giggling. At my end, Julie’s hips were gently rotating and thrusting as I used my tongue to lap at her swollen pussy lips and tease her clitoris. I was wondering how long it would be before Julie exploded with pleasure when what sounded like a gasp of pain between Julie’s thighs trembled and went rigid. Her arse lifted off the kitchen top as she rubbed her pussy into my face rhythmically.

The sounds coming from the room were so intense, anyone outside would have thought they were listening to someone giving birth. As her orgasm subsided, she sat up, wildly looking around her.

“Mike, get a towel on the floor and get on your back. I’m far from finished with you!”

Standing up, I looked at Diane and Sally, their eyebrows raised in unison as they shrugged, a look of bewildered confusion on their faces. “What on earth have we created here?” seemed to be the unspoken question hanging in the air.

With a predatory grace, Julie slid off the counter and stalked towards me, her eyes burning with an intoxicating mix of lust and longing. Her hands rested on her hips, and she stared down at my hips, her eyes lingering on my boxer shorts before returning to my face.

A knowing grin played on her lips as she reached for my boxers, her fingers tracing the waistband before pulling them down my legs. My erect cock sprang into view, its end glistening in readiness. Behind Julie, a surreal view of Diane and Sally, still covered in a creamy mess, lay a blanket on the floor, its faded pattern hinting at its origin in the utility room.

Squatting in front of me, Julie had taken hold of my member as I stepped out of my boxers, licking it before taking it deep into her mouth. She worked it in and out, sucking and licking it with enthusiasm. She stood up after a short while and pointed at the blanket. Wordlessly, I stretched out on the floor, my body feeling the cool blanket, as Julie slowly made her way towards me.

Standing over me, she squatted and lowered herself down until her pussy brushed the head of my cock. Taking it in her hand, she guided me inside her dripping pussy. Her head tipped back, and a contented moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure that resonated with the feeling of fulfilment that washed over her. Motionless for a few moments, she left me deep inside her until, with agonisingly slow movements, her hip gyrated, and she moved her pussy up the length of my shaft. Slowly she rode me with an increasing intensity, ensuring the entire length of my cock slid in and out of her pleasure palace. A rhythm took over, our bodies moving in a sensual dance as my hips thrust up to meet her downward stroke.

The urgency in Julie’s eyes fuelled a passion that had overcome me, and I pushed harder, desperate to meet her need for release.

Julie’s breaths came in shorter, more desperate gasps, a guttural sound that echoed through the stillness. The heat of the moment was undeniable, and I couldn’t help but join in the rising crescendo of Julie’s orgasm.

With a final loud gasp, her pussy gripped my shaft hard as she came, her body shaking and vibrating with the power of the wave of pleasure that had overcome her.

Julie leaned into me, her face flushed, a mixture of joy and exhaustion washing over her features as I pumped my juices into her.

As Julie finally came down from her high breathing heavily, she looked up at Sally and Diane, grinning manically, “Holy fucking shit! That’s how to start a day! Dear god in heaven, I needed that!

“We hadn’t noticed!” Diane laughed.

Still impaled on my cock, Julie looked around her, exclaimed, “look at the state of this place! What a glorious mess.”

Allowing my cock to slide out of her sopping pussy, Julie climbed off me and stood next to Sally while I got to my feet.

“Well, I have to say, that was a first for me. I’ve never had food sex before! And it was not entirely unpleasant, to be honest.” Chuckled Julie as she suggestively put two fingers in her pussy, and then putting them in her mouth. “Mmmm lovely!”

I can only imagine what the scene would have looked like to an outsider. Gunge covered Sally’s silky camisole and shorts, making them stick to her. Diane’s breasts were a mess, her panties a mixture of see through wet and dry.

“So, clean the kitchen first or shower and clean ourselves first?” Julie asked.

“Oh, so just because you’ve had your fun and are feeling contented, what about Sally and me? I’m absolutely dripping down here.” Diane said, putting her hand down the front of her panties.

“You and me both.” Sally agreed. “Do you two have any idea how unbelievably stimulating that exhibition was? Jeez, I’m more than a little damp and it’s not just cream dripping down the inside of my legs.

Oh really? Julie sniggered as she positioned herself in front of Sally and pulled her silky shorts down and buried her face in Sally’s pussy. Sally supported herself and leaned back on the counter behind her, allowing Julie easy access to her pussy.

Diane looked over at me, her head tilted, eyebrow raised, I returned the look as Diane came overtook me her in her arms, her sticky tits sliding over my chest. We kissed, fondling each other, spreading globs of the creamy mess we each had in various places. I slid my hands into Diane’s panties, cupping her arse and pulling her close to me. I was in no position to go another round just yet, so I slid my hand round to the front of her panties, my fingers searching her wet slit. I rubbed Diane’s clitoris, and she gasped as her pussy lips were now swollen and dripping wet.

“God, Mike, I’m so close. Watching you and Julie turned me on so much.” Diane breathed into my ear.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Clare walked away from Alison and over to Rupert.

“Do you want me to make her come, or shall I edge more?” Rupert thought for a moment before answering.

“No make her come. But not straight away. See how much you can make her beg, then give her a massive release. I’ve a feeling it will be spectacular. What do you think Pete? Want to see her explode?”

“Fuck yes!” I exclaimed. “We’re here for an experience like no other. Alison trusts you implicitly, so whatever you chose. I think she’ll kill me if I stop things now, look at her.”

We looked across and she was hanging from the leather straps, her arms straight up, her legs were barely holding her up. Her naked body was covered in bite marks, her skin bright red from the spanking and slapping it had endured. Her breasts and chest were heavily flushed from the beating and sexual energy she had endured. Her breathing laboured, like she had run a marathon. Her head drooped down, her torso covered in sweat, drying cum and her thighs also glistening with cum and sweat, legs held apart by a metal rod. But most of all she looked desperate for more of the same treatment she had taken from Cliff and Clare. Her eyes were wide and her mouth smiling at Clare, Rupert and I.

“I’ve not said my safe word Master. I’m begging you, please don’t stop her now. Let me prove to you how much I can take. PLEASE! I’M BEGGING FOR MORE!”

“Very well,” Rupert said. ‘Carry on Clare. She’s all yours.

So to the background sound of sheep bleating, shears clattering, and music from a iPod speaker, Clare walked over to her collection of toys and picked up a vibrator. I say that it was more like a weapon of war! It was about 10 inches long, about the width of a beer can and with a tapering head that buzzed as she turned the other end.

“See this cunt?” she asked Alison in a low menacing voice. “See this? you will have this shoved inside your dripping bursa escort hole and I’ll hold it there until you scream that safe word so loud, they’ll hear you across the valley! There won’t be a nerve in your body jangling and wanting it to end.” With that she full mouth kissed Alison, pulled her nipple hard and slowly moved the weapon down her body. From her lips, cheeks, neck, tits and stomach, the vibrator slowly teased and did it’s work of making her shake and shiver. Her voice went up an octave, then down to a growl. Clare slowly circled the hanging, sobbing Alison. Then it was slowly held against her neck, just below her head, down her back, pausing at her arse cheeks, then even more slowly down the length of her arse crack. It was pushed slowly against her arsehole and held there. Not entering it, just at the edge.

Alison was shouting, almost at the top of her voice.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! YESSS! DO IT MORE! TOUCH MY CLIT! PLEASE! MISTRESS, DO IT! OH GOD I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE! FUCK! YOU FUCKING WONDERFUL WOMAN! MASTER! TELL HER! DO IT! MAKE ME CUM!”

The words came out in a torrent. Too fast to be thought out. They were a verbal spasm of words, one after the other. As Clare moved the vibrator under her legs and from her arse to her cunt Alisons legs were spasming, her arse cheeks were shaking that much, it was more of a vibration than a shake.

“FUCK! FUCK! GOD FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! YESSS! YESS! OH FUCK! DON’T STOP! FUCK!”

Clare moved the tip of the vibrator a tiny fraction away from her, so that it was barely touching skin.

“NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO! FUCKING JESUS! STOP! FUCKING HELL! NO PLEASE! OH FUCK!”

All work in the barn had stopped! the men were watching where they stood. Every single one of us had our cocks out and were frantically pulling the head off it! Nothing else existed. A fucking bomb could have gone off and no one bursa eskort bayan would have heard or seen a thing. I don’t know how Alison was even conscious. Actually, I don’t think she was!

You could literally see the orgasm coming down her body from her brain. The chemicals it was releasing had completely taken over any rational reaction. Her body was shaking, her tits, were shaking, I’ve never seen nipples so hard, every fibre of Alisons’ body was taken over by this demon. She kicked her legs, spun round hanging from the reins.

Clare leaned in “Alison. Say it! Say your safeword and you get the release. That’s all you have to do.”

Alison took a massive gulp in and screamed at the top of her voice.

“CAPRICORN! CAPRICORN!”

Clare smiled and pushed the head of the vibrator right into Alisons cunt. it went in about 6 inches, maybe a tad more.

“OH FUUUCK!” Then she went limp and nothing else came out of her mouth. She was still breathing, but there was no movement, as Clare pulled out the vibrator. Rupert moved over to release her wrist cuffs from the reins, picked her limp naked body up in his arms and carried her to some hay spread out in an adjacent stall.

“Pete, Harry, bring those blankets and cover her up.” He washed out a rag in a bucket of cold water and began to wipe her body, from her head down to her toes.

“You’re fine. Don’t worry. It’s all right we’re her for you, just come round slowly.” He spoke quietly to Alison. “I’ve got you. Are you coming back?”

After a few moments, Alison moved her lips, opened her eyes and looked round at the people stood around her.

“What the fuck!” She uttered. “Thank you master, thank you mistress. That was unfuckingbelieveable!” She smiled as she came back to reality.” Fucking hell. I completely lost all control of my mind. Pete. You OK?” She looked at my white face.

“I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. I had no idea it was possible. You literally come to the point of passing out.” I couldn’t get down on to the floor to hold her head but stood over her helpless, wanting to love her, caress her and show her how much I loved her.

“Later.” she said quietly to me. She tried to move to a sitting position, but seemed to faint again.

“Stay still. I’ll get you and carry you to the house.” Said Rupert tenderly. “Let’s get you showered and in bed.” He slowly picked her up and like he was holding a child he carried my wife, his toy into the farm house.

Harry said to Cliff. “You guys can knock off for the night. To be honest you’ve not done that much for the last hour anyway!” He grinned as he said it. ” You can make it up tomorrow, because THIS ain’t happening again.”

I looked at Clare she was slowly packing away her toys and taking down the reins.

“Can I just thank you for what you did. It was the highlight of both our lives. We’ve had some rides on this journey, but that was just out of this world.”

“No need to thank me. It was an absolute pleasure. What a woman you’ve got. I’ll be around in a shot if Rupert rings me again. Give her my love and you need to get over to her.”

So I slowly made my way over to the farmhouse. In his bathroom Rupert was washing Alison down. “After your bath, get into bed, yours and Pete’s, and we’ll talk tomorrow. I have something to tell you both.”

“Oh Master! You’re not making us leave? Please don’t do that. I couldn’t bare it if you sent us away. I want to do more for you. Give more to you.” her voice quivered and she started to cry.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I think Pete needs to be with you tonight. You were fucking excellent. I’ll see you in the morning.” He stood up and went out.

“Oh Pete!” She cried. “It’s all going to end. I’ve loved it. I know this has to be what we both want, but do we want it to end?”

“Let’s sleep on it and see where we go tomorrow. I love you and this was fucking amazing and shocking all at once. I have no idea what we do. But it’s Ruperts’ call, he’s your master.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A nervous virgin goes to the doctors to have her first smear test. Is it the old male doctor or the young female nurse that looks after her?

I had put it off for far too long. None of my family liked going to the doctor. We had had the same family doctor since before I was born. Dr Smithers seemed old to me but he was probably only just into his fifties. I had only met him two or three times over the years. I discussed my need for a smear test with my mum and she convinced me that I must attend. She had plenty of sympathy for me when I said that I didn’t want anyone ‘fiddling around down there, particularly a man older than my father’.

My mum and I had never discussed sexual matters after her ‘birds and the bees talk’ when I hit puberty. At that time, she had been very dismissive about sex saying,

“All this nonsense about the sexual freedoms women now have, is rubbish. I don’t know of any of my friends who have had an orgasm in years, I certainly haven’t.”

I suppose this very negative attitude rubbed of on me and at eighteen I had never experienced an orgasm, or invested any time or effort trying to. It was therefore a very nervous virgin who arrived at Dr Smithers’s rather stark and cold waiting room in the late afternoon. The receptionist seemed very condescending as she announced to the whole room that I was there for a smear test. I wanted to run straight out but became tongue-tied and tried to find a seat as far away from the couple of patients as possible.

After what seemed like hours, but was less than five minutes, a young nurse called my name and escorted me to the doctor’s room. Dr Smithers looked much older than I remembered. He was kind looking and reminded me a bit of Father Christmas. It did relax me slightly before I remembered that I was not there to sit on his lap and receive a present.

“Good afternoon, Sandra, you have certainly grown up since I last saw you. How are your parents?”

I confirmed that they were fine before he added,

“Nurse Bron will prepare you for your smear test. Do not be too nervous, at the very worst there will be a little discomfort. Nurse Bron will tell you exactly what will happen. To minimise any embarrassment, I will be involved as little as possible.”

With this he disappeared from the room leaving me with Nurse Bron. She instructed me to go behind the screen (if I wanted the privacy) and strip below the waist and put a gown on. Even though I knew I would not enjoy much privacy later I did undress behind the screen. I rarely wear a bra, as my boobs are very small, but cursed myself for not doing so for the examination. I was surprised that being very nervous had caused my vagina to become quite wet.

I was soon laying on the couch with my legs wide apart secured in place by stirrups. I felt very vulnerable as Nurse Bron started to ask me questions.

“Are you sexually active, ——- are you a virgin then, do you use tampons or pads, do you suffer from any discharges?”

I confirmed that I was a virgin who had always used tampons and didn’t have any problems ‘down there’. Nurse Bron who insisted that I called her Bron seemed very happy with these responses before starting to explain how the examination would be conducted. She explained about how a speculum would be used and that I would be hardly able to feel as a brush would be used to take a few cells from my cervix. She showed me the speculum and how it could be opened up when inserted into my vagina.

“Given your age and sexual history, or lack of it we will use this, the smallest speculum. It is good that you have used tampons as this should not be too uncomfortable. I would recommend that you allow me to lubricate bursa bayan eskort your vagina as this will also relax it and make it easier to insert the speculum. Are you happy with that? Before we start though I will ask whether you are bothered by your haemorrhoids. Piles can be very itchy but I do have some cream that can help soothe them, if you would like.”

I assumed that when she showed it to me, she was offering it to me to take home. When I nodded, she unscrewed the cap and squeezed a small amount onto her finger. I went to say something but wasn’t sure what as she eased the cheeks of my bottom even further apart than the stirrups allowed and applied the cream to the heart of my anus. It instantly felt cold but soothing as she covered a very small area.

“When you use this cream be certain to massage it in thoroughly including the part of the pile that is inside you bottom. That way you will get more relief.”

As she said this her finger pushed easily through my sphincter and circled around the area easily reached by her finger. I was holding my breath, shocked by how wonderful this made me feel. Her finger was removed far too quickly and she said,

“Before you leave us, I will apply it again and I am sure you will feel much better tomorrow. Now it is time to loosen you up for the speculum. — That’s nice I will not need too much lube as you are looking, well let’s just say – comfortable down here.”

I felt the blood rush to my face because we both knew she meant very aroused and wet. I had a minute to compose myself as she washed her hands. She seemed very happy as she covered at least three fingers with a clear lube. She opened the gown even further before gently finding my vagina with her lubed fingers. This felt even colder than the cream, probably because my vagina was feeling very warm. Initially she simply massaged the outside of my lips, but as her fingers warmed up, they started to ease into my fast relaxing vagina. Nobody had seen me down there for years, let alone touched me. As the penetration increased so did the pleasure that was washing all through my body. Initially, I fought the sensations but my body refused to obey my mind. Bron’s smile was broad as she said,

“Oh, you do seem to be enjoying the preparation. What a beautiful big clit.”

Her words shocked me, but looking down I was stunned to see that my clit was huge and deep red. She had two fingers now lubricating a couple of inches inside my excited pussy and when her palm brushed my clit it felt like an electric shock. She took my breath away as she stroked my clit with her fingers as she removed them. I knew that Bron had done way more than prepare me for the procedure and I was as confused as I was aroused by this.

“I think you are very ready for the doctor to do his work. If I am not mistaken you are very close to having a climax. Do you usually cum very easily?”

“No, I don’t think I have ever had a climax, but it does feel very strange down there right now. Will the speculum thing hurt?”

“You will be just fine. Dr Smithers is very gentle and I will be there to look after you. If you are not sure whether you have had an orgasm, I can assure you, you have not. That is a pleasure you can look forward to.

I did feel very looked after by the nurse but the last comment seemed to offer so much more than comfort. My anxiety level did rise as Dr Smithers breezed through the door.

“Nurse Bron, please be good enough to warm the speculum up while I do a brief digital examination. I am sure that you have prepared Sandra perfectly, but I do need to check myself. Oh, my goodness, there will be no need for further lubrication, bursa escort bayan you have clearly done a wonderful job. Now be a good girl and lay back and relax as much as possible.”

I had rather hoped that the nurse would insert the tool but it was the old doctor who eased it into me with little resistance and no discomfort. As it travelled deeper it made me feel quite full. When the doctor adjusted it to open me up Nurse Bron held my hand and stroked my forehead. I felt cared for but also stimulated at the same time. Looking down my clit was looking even more swollen and almost angry. When the speculum slipped out of my vagina, I felt horribly empty, but pleased that it was over.

The doctor said that he had to go straight away and asked Nurse Bron to tidy up and lock up for him. Bron seemed completely happy with this and turned to me and said,

“I promised to look after you and I intend to keep my promise. First of all, let’s just cream that pile so that you are more comfortable.”

I was nervous about exactly what she had in mind but more than anything I was excited by it. Her finger was deep in my bottom within seconds, but her finger felt different than previously as it moved in and out as well as round and round. Very quickly I realised that it wasn’t only that her fingers were moving but my hips were working up and down so that the penetration felt even better. I was deeply embarrassed and this was made worse when without any conscious thought my hands moved to my chest and under the gown. I have small boobs but my nipples are far from small. They felt like flint before with huge embarrassment I quickly removed my hands.

“I am so pleased that I was right about you being so anally excitable. Please feel free to caress your beautiful nipples. If you would rather I did it for you, all you have to do is ask.”

With this she added a second finger into my anus and it cranked up my excitement to fever pitch. Both my hands returned to one of my nipples having pushed the gown right out of the way. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen exactly but I knew something had to give and give very soon. By now my hips were gyrating to ensure that her fingers went deep into me before I lifted up to give them the maximum movement as I ground my bottom down again. I didn’t care whether the outcome was me suffering a heart attack, it all felt so wonderful. Her spare hand came up to my face and caressed my cheek more like a mother than a lover.

“There’s a good girl have a nice big cum for Nurse Bron.”

Her caressing hand slipped to my other nipple and my world fell apart. I screamed at her,

“Stop, stop, no it’s, it’s far too much, no, no, nnnnoooooo.”

My hips lifted as high in the air as the stirrups would allow before I impaled myself on her fingers again. Why I was screaming for her to stop, I have no idea. Thank God, she totally ignored my words. In fact, she gently talked to me throughout my long and exhausting climax.

“That’s it ride my fingers, fuck your beautiful bottom with them. Cum and cum for me. There that looks just wonderful.”

It felt like she was congratulating me, as you would a child who has just finished doing a nice drawing. I felt elated at discovering the delights of having an orgasm but kind of fuzzy due to Bron’s caring for me.

I had recovered a little by the time Bron returned to the side of the couch. For some reason I had not taken my legs out of the stirrups and my hands were idly resting between them. Nurse Bron smiled and took hold of my hands and placed them on my chest.

“Let me just clean you up, there is still lots of lube down here. Oh, my goodness your clit looks like nobody told it that you just had an orgasm. How does it feel right now?”

It felt so good but I could not formulate words that would do justice to what I was feeling. Nurse Bron didn’t seem concerned about my lack of response. She carried on cleaning me up, or at least we both accepted that was what she was doing. After a minute she looked me squarely in the eye as if asking a question. I think my eyes said “yes” to anything and everything she was asking me.

She stood close to the couch facing away from me and bent at the waist as her mouth found my pussy and specifically my swollen clit. As she did, her short skirt rode up until I expected to see her underwear. My hand found its way between her legs as if it had a mind of its own. Her mouth stayed still for a second as if she was making a decision. Her decision made, she went back to sucking and licking my clit but also shifted her position so that my hand had easier access. Easier access to her pussy that was not covered by any underwear. I had not imagined doing anything like this, let alone actually done it, but her wet warm pussy felt lovely. I tried to find her clit to copy the carnage she was causing between my legs but the angle was not good. Bron seemed to sense this and she stood up and this time asked me her question verbally.

“Are you okay Sandra? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Please, anything, everything, I want it all.”

I knew I was in for something special as she smiled at me and stripped below the waist in seconds. She climbed onto the couch and knelt facing my feet as her mouth found my clit again. I was faced with a view I never expected to see. Her bum looked huge, even though it really wasn’t, and her pussy looked very open and very wet. What struck me the most was the warm pungent aroma, as I studied the view in front of me. I am sure that if Bron hadn’t got me wound up like a spring I would have been disgusted but instead I was even more aroused.

I wanted to excite Bron, as much as she was me. I tried to find her clit with my fingers but still the angle wasn’t great. I wasn’t sure exactly how she was doing what she was to me. Her hands seemed to be playing with my bum and my pussy at the same time and I am sure that it was her mouth and tongue that felt wonderful on my clit. I knew what I needed to do and that was to pull her pussy down to my mouth and explore her beautiful arse with my hands. Her pussy lips were full and slippery as my mouth sought out her clit but I was disappointed as I couldn’t identify exactly where it was.

Nurse Bron started making the most wonderfully exciting noises as my amateurish efforts continued. Whether I found her clit or not didn’t seem to matter to her as her juices started to pour out of her. At one stage I wondered whether she had peed herself but the taste did not change. When her hips started to thrust strongly, I had to hold on hard to keep in contact. She screamed at me,

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, aaaahhhh, no aaahhhhh.”

Her excitement was too much for me and my second orgasm took control strongly. I wasn’t sure what she was doing to my clit but it felt sucked or chewed as the climax radiated out from it. This cum was more violent than the first but did not last as long before I slumped feeling totally exhausted. After her orgasm ebbed away Bron just laid on top of me for a few minutes. She asked me if I was okay and my answer was a simple “yes”.

Finally, Bron tidied everything up as I just laid still trying to understand everything that had happened to me. I felt sleepy but very relaxed and happy.

“I will give you a call when your results are in. If you like you can come in and I will go through them with you. It is a personal service that I don’t often offer but for you I would be happy to.”

“Yes, please I can’t wait. Will you need to examine me again?”

“Let’s just see, shall we?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

*** WARNING! CONTAINS FECAL / GOLDEN SHOWERS CONTENT! ***

*** DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU ***

Big Al was the most exciting man she had ever met, and she enjoyed every punishment he subjected her to. he was quite older than her, in his late fifties and when he bought her at the slave auction she melted when he felt her up as he inspected her in the slave line that she stood in with the other naked young girls, he handled her roughly and he had an angry look in his dark gray eyes, a look that excited the pretty young girl.

That first night when he took his newly purchased property home was a night Sandra would never forget.

Her masochistic heart pounded as he brought her downstairs and showed her his dungeon, it was a cold and damp place and she felt goosebumps rise on her white naked flesh as she stood bare foot on the cold cement floor.

Her master felt up her hairless pussy as he told her of the tortures she would experience in his dungeon as his slave girl, then he whispered vulgar things in her ear that made her blush and as he fondled her she began to shiver in sexual excitement.

That night he made good his word and brought the girl to masochistic heights she never even dreamed of, the man tortured the slim figured girl till morning, then he became tired and shackled her wrists high above her head against a brick wall and went upstairs to sleep in his nice warm bed.

The metal wrists bands pulled the pretty naked girl’s wrists up to the point where it caused her to have to stand on her toes on the cold basement floor.

Just above her head was a device he had rigged up that dispersed a generous portion of a white powder which landed on a metal dish that was propped under her nose every fifteen minutes.

Sandra couldn’t help but inhale the substance each time it appeared and after several hits she realized it was cocaine or something even more potent because it caused her to feel incredible sexual rushes that made her body quiver in erotic ecstasy, and it kept her hot and horny all night long.

Hours later escort bursa her master came down and brought his horny little slave girl her breakfast which consisted of two slices of stale bread in a bowl, an empty glass and a spoon.

He then unlocked her wrists bands and commanded the bewildered girl on her knees, then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his ten inch semi erect cock, he then held the bowl that contained the two slices of bread under his dick and urinated into the bowl.

After the bread was completely soaked in his urine he placed the glass under the stream and emptied his remaining piss into it.

“This is your breakfast, slut,” he then said. “Enjoy it.”

The girl’s eyes widened and her heart began to pound rapidly as waves of sexual pleasure over took her very being, she began to shake and feel a bit faint and her pussy started to quiver in arousal, she could feel the moistness starting to slowly seep out of her pretty hairless pussy, then she licked her lips and smiled up at her master.

“If daddy could only see me now,” she thought.

Sandra then enjoyed her breakfast as her master watched, while she slurped the urine soaked bread off the spoon she looked up occasionally and smiled at her master as he massaged his now erect cock.

She commented to him on how delicious it was knowing how it was turning him on, she wiggled her ass in an excited manner while she feasted on the foul smellig bowl of bread and piss.

“Oh, yummy, yummy” she teased, “it’s sooo yummy in my little tummy, yum, yum.”

After she licked the bowl clean she drank from the glass and gulped down the warm fresh piss and she noticed he was shaking and sweating as he watched her with bulging eyes while he masturbated his rock hard cock at high speed.

After she finished she crawled to a position where she was kneeling directly under his cock and opened her mouth and held that position till he let out a deep grunt and his cum squirted into the waiting mouth of his little slave girl, after she swallowed the eskort bursa thick delicious sperm she licked her lips like a naughty kitten who just got into the cream. Then she lovingly licked her master’s cock clean.

Later that day a friend of her master who was an expert at branding girls came over and set up his equipment in the dungeon and her master watched as the man branded her once on each of her ass cheeks with her master’s initials.

After she was branded the master allowed the man to fuck Sandra up her ass as she was bent over a wooden saw horse while the man banged against the girl’s painfully fresh brands.

She loved it.

When night came the master put the naked girl out, most masters in the neighborhood put their girls out for the night. The girls were put out regardless of the weather and tonight it was expected to be around twenty degrees.

The girls would walk the streets and allies and by morning they had quite a few stories to tell their master’s about the men that used them while their master’s slept.

When it was time big Al pushed the naked girl out the door and he slapped her ass then she heard the door securely lock behind her. It was midnight and it was dark and cold, the master had given her a small purse that contained more of the white substance that she loved so much. She took a few generous hits of the powder and patted off into the night in her bare feet and headed for the first alley feeling a sexual rush of excitement go through her as she pondered the reality of what was taking place.

She noticed other naked girls just like her who were also out for the night, and they looked hot and horny too.

She saw brutal looking men lurking in door ways and dark corners and she felt comfort in the knowledge that her master was safely at home in his nice warm bed, and she was thankful that he locked his door tonight because the men in this neighborhood looked absolutely frightening and she wouldn’t want any harm to come to the master that she loved so dearly.

Once in the dark alley she saw girls being terribly abused and her pussy quivered with sexual excitement as she took a few more hits of the white powder so she could increase her desire even further.

As she walked naked down the alley she wiggled her bare ass in order to attract a man, and soon she did just that, he grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her into a dark area behind a garbage dumpster, the man undid his zipper and Sandra knelt down before him on the cold ground. He cock was enormous, she held it in her delicate hands and played with the big erection for a while, it smelled like shit and piss and the odor increased her arousal, she licked under his big nuts to taste the foul collection of slime that slave girls love so much, and she ran her tongue further into his hairy dark area to enjoy the flavor of the grease that coated the man’s ass hole.

Then she returned her attentions back to the big purple knob on the end of the man’s stiff cock and she soon felt the hot cum hit the back of her throat. He asked her if she needed a wash down and she told him that would be great, so he urinated into her mouth and the girl swallowed the delicious piss right down to her thirsty tummy and thanked the man before they parted.

She lost track of how many men had used her during the night. It was morning now and her master wold be waking up soon so she headed back to his house thinking about the one special man she had pleasured among the many others.

She couldn’t wait to tell her master what the man had her do, she knew it would excite him when she told him and maybe he would like for her to do the same for him as well, she hoped he would, and she thought about it while she walked naked down the street in the morning’s light, as she felt her tummy and smiled.

She never did it before but she found it to be the most erotic experience she ever had, and the man really gave her quite a generous amount of it and afterwards she licked the remainder of it around his ass hole to get all she could, because she found it to be the most exciting thing she ever did.

And as she walked she could still taste the foul flavor of the man’s shit in her mouth.

“I can’t wait to tell my master about my eating a man’s shit, he’ll love it.” she thought as she walked home giggling.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is just a story of young teen boy who falls behind on his rent. This is just a story not any real events the boy is eighteen and consensual age!

Themes of Ebony Femdom with toilet play and sex with older ebony woman with teen white boy.

The both people in this story are living in Atlanta.

The teen boy-

Blair White eighteen year old and five foot eight with seven inch cock.

Angel Lane thirty eight year old and five foot ten with large aureola and protruding nipple’s on her 38 E breast’s. Her Phat Black Ass is her main feature measured at 50 inches!

Angel used to do fetish sites to make her money this allows her to buy some flats. The sites she worked were quite extreme Club Stiletto/ Domina Planet /Mean Bitches the site which revolted most people but made her good money Fart Domination! She even did some Scat porn which also payed her good money.

Now back to the story Blair has been living with foster parents. Now eighteen he has got a flat for himself also a little job. The job doesn’t pay much but the hours covers his flat rent. The boy is very shy and keeps himself away from others. He definitely only likes his own company and has never had a girlfriend. He does like girls but his very shy and can’t pick up any courage to ask any girls out?

His life revolved around his job collecting glasses in a local bar and then chilling in his flat. He recently starts to watch porn at night being a young boy full of hormones. The porn he watched was typical boy and girl nothing to extreme! That would change shortly when he meets his landlady for the first time?

His landlady Angel was due to do a routine flat infection? It’s the first time he’s ever set eyes on his landlady. She walks straight in his flat and starts her inspection. He has never seen such a hot curvaceous body before. Her tits were falling out of her low cut top and she was wearing heels which made her tower over him! The part which stood out the most was her most famous and prominent feature! Her Phat Black Ass it’s what got her paid lots of money on the fetish sites she stared on. She then soon noticed the little white boy checking out her Ass. She made sure the boy saw it at every opportunity. She even bent over in front of the white boys face. When she did he gasps out loud hoping she never heard him? To late anther white boy which liked her big fat black Ass?

Like what you see white boy angel says?

I beg your pardon blair says I don’t quite know what you mean?

Oh says angel you keep staring at my fat black Ass boy?

No blair argues back I haven’t been staring at your Ass sorry if you believe that Mrs?

Yes you have but it’s okay you white boys love my black Ass says angel?

He was shocked how brazen his landlady was didn’t reply he just kept looking at her Ass? She knows how to keep it going and just wants to add to his embarrassment?

Yeah boy angel says I have done over forty porn movies it made me lots of money? They measured my Ass says angel in one porn shoot over 50 inches boy do you think it’s that big?

Well I don’t know Mrs blair answered it looks nice but I don’t know how big?

Mrs is way to formal angel replied Angel or Goddess Lane will do white boy?

(“goddess lane blair is puzzled with that”)

Okay Angel blair replies sorry for anything that could be wrong in my flat?

No so far the flat is fine angel says just your bed to check out next boy?

My Bed blair then asks Angel?

Yes angel tells him it’s all part of my flat inspection boy?

No Angel it’s fine blair protest’s there’s no need?

Yes angel tells him it only takes a minute boy?

Off she strolls into his bedroom leaving him more embarrassed than ever. He watched porn last night and he came in the bedding what if she sees his cum stain? She knows he has something to hide and guessed he has made a mess in the bedding! All boys his age watch porn and wank themselves to sleep! She pulls back the bed sheets and yes there’s stains all over them. Dried young white boys cum from last nights wanking! Then goes into the living room to tell the boy her inspection is done?

Well Blair your inspection is now complete angel tells him other than your cum stains everything is fine boy?

Cum stains blair cries out their old sheets there was stains in them anyway Angel?

Okay if you say so angel “laughs” but me looking at you are you even old enough to watch porn boy?

Yes of course blair declared I am over eighteen years old Angel?

Yeah like I said angel replies watching porn boy don’t ever watch my movies it will give you a heart attack?

With that she got up and left him alone with his thoughts. Most of his thoughts were now is black landlady and her Phat Black Ass! He went to work that day and found himself fixated on black women. Especially their Asses which he noticed were bigger on the black females. But Angel’s Ass was bigger than all the drinkers in his bar! That night he was going to search for interracial porn especially black women with white escort bursa boys like himself? Hopefully he will find Angel in some of the porn movies!

He gets home from his shift and sits down catches up on his social media. Watches some television has dinner and then off he goes to bed. His laptop is now cast to his television and he searches for interracial porn. He finds plenty of teen boys with black women he wanks into the night.This goes on for the next few nights he keeps searching for Angel black porn star. Angel ebony porn star and there’s nothing of his landlady well nothing he can find!

He came home from work after a long shift his ebony landlady is in the flat opposite? He then purposely hangs around to catch a look at her again especially her Phat Black Ass? She then sees him and makes a point of bending over so he could see her Ass again! Then blows him a kiss then struts away shaking her fat Ass. He’s now more infatuated then ever he’s now going to spend the night again searching for her porn movies?

The same has previous nights has dinner then settled down to watch porn? His favourite subject is white teens fucking ebony ladies. He still searches for Mrs Lane and Angel can’t find anything? Maybe she doesn’t fuck white guys only black men? So he even searched black on black porn again nothing! He needs to see that Ass so badly in the nude!

So unlike him he finds Mrs Lanes Email address and picks up courage to ask her what porn movies she stared in? He then eagerly awaited her reply to his Email?

Angel is going through some bills and then checks her Emails all the normal types but there’s a name she didn’t recognise? Then she remembers it’s the white boy who likes checking out my Ass. She “laughed” out loud the little pervert only wants to watch some of her porn movies? Well he would be shocked if the boy watched her fart in a white guys face! That’s the type of porn she’s done but maybe he would like some farts in his face?

So she sends the boy a link for one movie to test if he like watching more extreme porn she’s stared in? It’s her Facesitting a white guy and then she fucks him and then makes him lap his own cum up from her pussy!

Blair receives the link he can now see why he hasn’t found her movie’s? They are fetish and femdom he’s never watched this porn before? The scene is a white man who’s kissing her feet all the way up to her Ass. Her Ass looks like a big basketball but so firm! He watched the man lose his mind then his face inside her Ass! Each of her Ass cheeks bigger than the mans head! He praised her Ass like a mad man placing his face inside and smelling it! Then licking between her Ass cheeks where his face is now lost? He then lies there and she rides his cock like she’s on a trampoline? Then he cums into her wet pink pussy which he she makes him then lap up! This was so disgusting to Blair but he still came while watching the movie especially her Phat Black Ass!

He went to sleep and got up the following morning for work. Today received a phone call telling him the bar was struggling? His hours were being halved for the next few weeks. He was okay but also knew that he would struggle with this months rent? But Angel was cool he would then tell her next month he could get her the money owing?

So he watched the scene from last night again and loved seeing Angel’s fat Ass. He now needed more he searched fetish sites for Angel? There he found loads of videos of his black landlady. They were very wild nothing he ever imagined people would be able to do? There’s one the title Goddess Lane with the white toilet slut! Another Goddess Lane teaches her white fart boys to know her by her scent? There’s others which were even more extreme and he couldn’t watch any of the porn!

He went out done some grocery shopping came back to the flat. He’s received a new Email from his black landlady. Asking him if he enjoyed the link she sent last night? He replied yeah Angel you have a great body I enjoyed. Do you also just have normal sex videos none of the facesitting and other extreme videos?

Angel read the Email reply straight away she knows the teen pervert has searched for more? He’s probably seen some of the extreme porn she’s stared in? So she then sends a reply sorry white boy only extreme Ass Worship. So you don’t like my fat black Ass can’t imagine 50 inches on your face boy? Well go back to fucking the boring white twigs missionary style white boy?

He reads her reply and didn’t mean any insults of his landlady? He sends a Email which basically praised the video she sent him? But added he found the cream pie eating extreme! She reads the Email reply and laughs to herself. Wait until he watches shit and fart eating that’s extreme not the cream pie eating!

That night the boy searched the fetish sites for Angel or Goddess Lane and he found a few. The first one was from a company that was called mean bitches. There was a first scene that said Slave Orders then actual scene was with a white slave! He watched the Slave Orders görükle escort and she stripped to her underwear and talked to the camera. It was a point of view and the viewer was being talked to like they were there?

She held her feet up to the camera and says white boy smell and kiss my feet. He fast forwards and she’s spreading her Ass. She’s saying nasty white boy smell my Ass and lick my Ass crack. Then she spreads her pussy wide and says eat my pink pussy white boy? Blair watched this video and he pretended it was him she was talking to? He came while Angel was on all fours so he didn’t get to watch the scene? Later he would watch that scene and would wank to sleep again!

Later that night he watched the porn scene she took great delight in abusing the white guy? He was totally under the control of his black goddess. She was calling him a nasty worthless white guy who should submit to his black Goddess! She made him beg for every part of her black body! First down at her feet smelling them sucking her smelly toes! Then he has to beg Goddess Lane to smell her Ass and pussy. After he begged over and over he was allowed to smell her Ass crack and then her Asshole. Then he could smell her pussy but not touch it yet?

Then it moves on and he’s licking her Ass crack up and down before then tonguing her crinkled Asshole! All the while she is degrading him and calling him her nasty Ass boy? Only after she came over and over was he allowed to eat her pussy? The inner pink looked delicious the white slave was in heaven! His face covered in her wet hot juices and her spit! Then while he was being face sited by his black Goddess she wanked him off counted down from ten to one? When she cried out one he could cum he came the same time has young Blair! Who timed his orgasm to her own counting down when she lifted up to say one her Ass now on show he came!

He slept well afterwards but now regularly thinks about his black landlady? He went to work was told he was going to lose more shifts. This means he now wouldn’t be able to pay any rent this month? He Emailed his landlady and explained money was tight for the next few months?

Angel read his Email and was going to pay him a visit to find out when he could pay? She plans on visiting him tomorrow there’s other ways he could pay? He is very good looking for a young white boy and is old enough! She went to sleep and played with her pussy thinking he could now become her toilet slave! She would teach him all the femdom she’s learnt over the years?

The following day she visited Blair’s flat and he was working. She left herself in and did another inspection and just like before his bed sheets were stained! Dirty boy she thinks to herself then checks out his laptop and his searches were all of her? She then noticed his last video he watched was her Mean Bitches femdom shoot! Then adds a search for her face farting porn on a site that’s called Fart Domination! Hopefully he will watch later when he’s home then she sets a few hidden camera’s up! Then she placed a pair of real stinky bad smelling panties in his flat! She will Email him later and she will see what he does with them?

Blair gets in from his shift gets some food and drinks then settled down to read his Emails? There’s usual mail but also one is a reply from his landlady? It was telling him that if he can’t pay his rent she might make him pay another way? This puzzled Blair what other way could he pay for his rent would she find him work? So he went into his room for his usual fetish sites search of Angel’s porn movies?

He opens his laptop and there’s already a site in his search bar he can’t remember if it was a search he did yesterday? He then pressed enter on the keyboard this site really shocked him? It was women farting and even face farting men. There was lots of categories he went straight to the ebony farting porn? There was white guys being used has furniture while ebony ladies sat on their faces! Then turned up the sound and you could clearly hear the sounds of them farting? He thought it was a gimmick and they weren’t smelling farts! But some of the men were nearly sick at the start but soon got used to the smells! Then you had close up views and their Assholes were clearly opening and closing! Winking with each fart to expell a fart in the direction of the white slaves?

This shocked young Blair and he closed his laptop it has put him right off! His black landlady was watching the white boy on the camera she set up? She was laughing at his look of complete shock! Then closed his laptop it was obviously to much for him to watch? She was hoping his curiosity will bring him back to the laptop later? Or his young cock which will have a mind of it’s own and will want release?

An hour later Blair returned to his laptop and goes back to the same site. He was curious to see Angle’s fat Ass winking then farting! He looked through the ebony girls and yes there was about twenty different fart scenes of Goddess Lane! There was her farting on objects solo but he wanted to see her fart in men’s faces! The first one she was on a bar stool with a white guy behind her blowing farts in his face! Her Ass was massive like this her Anus winking and opening gad it expelled farts! The poor guy was complaining about the smell but she just continues! Then he’s licking her fat Ass has she farts on his tongue? She’s now laughing and telling him to eat up his tasty meal.

Then the next scene was a boy who was about the same age has Blair and she was squatting above his face. The poor little white boy was having fart after fart in his face? Then without any warning she drops down onto his face the poor boys face wedged between her cheeks? She says her Ass is 50 inches big but it looks so much bigger! What surprised Blair was the boy was erect and very much enjoying this fat black Ass on his face? Also he was happily smelling her Ass gas that was now being blown into his face! Fart after fart the boy then cums from the humiliation?

This was the very moment Blair came this was watched on camera by Angel. Exactly has she had expected him to also the boys cock was better than she presumed? This cock will become her plaything one way for him to pay back his rent arrears! Blair then falls off to sleep when he wakes up he will receive a new Email off his landlady? She sends an Email with a link for the web site Club Stiletto and to tell him where her smelly panties are? She will then hopefully see if he’s disgusted or takes his gift?

The boy wakes and he should be working so has no plans. He has breakfast and then visits a friend he hasn’t seen in ages. Then he heads home for lunch watches some television. Before he knows most of the day has gone and he only now decides to see if he has Email’s. The boy sees a mail from his landlady again it’s a link for one of her other site’s. She then say’s that she’s been into his flat and left a gift for him? It’s under the cushion on his couch he’s now puzzled what could it be?

He rushed back into the living area he was being watched on camera. Pulled back the cushion and there wasa damp skimpy pair of panties. They stunk out the room has soon has he removed the cushion. They smelt badly like piss and shit for some reason still held them up to his nose! This is being watched by his soon to be black Goddess her plan is working well!

He then goes back into his bedroom with his prize in his hands. His Email shows a new message from Angel it asks did he find his gift? He replied straight away yes frustrated because he’s kean to watch the new web site Club Stiletto. Then Angel Emailed him again my gift I wore on this web site Club Stiletto?

This intrigued Blair he then typed in the web address it was another extreme fetish site? It’s Watersports with Farting and also Facesitting and other extreme things? He searches for black Goddess Lane she’s stared in plenty he wants the one with the panties in his hands! He finds one there’s a white guy laying down inside a box with a toilet seat on top of it? Angel now standing above him she tells him the only air he’s going to breathe is her farts?

Then she dances to the camera showing off her Phat Black Ass and saying to the camera wouldn’t you like to be inside the toilet box? Then the camera man measured her Ass and it’s 50 inches of hot chocolate!

Then she holds her tits up and says these breasts also need to be worshipped? Then the camera focused on her black Ass again and she says worship this black Ass!

Blair speaks out loudly saying yes I want to worship that black Ass? Angel is watching the video camera and saying good boy not long you will white boy? His rent will be paid by his tongue and young white cock!

Then in the video Goddess Lane drops her wait down onto the toilet box. Sealing the white guy in the box his only air will now be from Angel’s Ass! Blair hears the first hiss and the guy struggles underneath her he’s chained to the toilet box? The hiss a series of very loud farts that fill up his box? The same has the other video he watched the guy kicked and moaned. But his cock was saying different it was rock hard? Just like Blair’s seven inch cock rock hard just watching Goddess Lanes Ass fart!

He smelt her smelly panties and the shitty smell was what he believed the guy was now also smelling? Angel was encouraging him to smell them whilst watching the boy on video! He was smelling them and was even licking Tasting her piss and also her shit before long this white slave boy will be eating from her source direct!

He then wanked his cock while watching Goddess Lane farting on the toilet box. She then said out loud you thirsty slave boy? He tried to answer but it was answered by a muffled voice that was inaudible? She then raised up so the camera could then film her pussy? She then started to piss a little at first then long flow. Down onto the slave in the toilet box stream after stream! Hot piss being drunk by her greedy white slave in the toilet box! Young Blair then used her smelly panties to wank into the damp pussy piss stained part! He was then imagining being forced to drink Goddesses hot piss while smelling her farts! He then came again this time into her panties the camera catches it all! His black landlady is building him up to become her white slave boy!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 90/22: Morning Clean up

I felt a ring in the room, and I lightly moaned as I felt my cock get squeezed. The damp wetness around my cock was pleasurable, and I smiled as I opened my eyes. Crystal breathed while she lay atop me; her lips were not even an inch away from mine. We shared even the air we breathed and how close our faces were. I looked at her cute face and smiled and pecked her lips. On the other hand, I reached out to my phone, which was still buzzing and ringing with the sound of my alarm.

I quickly found out it was out of reach and brought both hands back. I quickly found Crystal’s lovely ass, and I lifted her ass off my cock. Inch after inch slowly left her pussy, and her walls tightened as I pulled her ass up into the air. Crystal lightly moaned as my cock left her pussy and nestled up to my neck, moving. Her eyes then fluttered open as my alarm continued, “Oh,” Crystal said sleepily, “You need to get ready,” Crystal continued sounding a little disappointed. I couldn’t blame her, though, since I would love to stick around and continue to wake her with a nice morning play.

“Sorry, Minx,” I apologized, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips, “Still a high school student, though.”

“I keep forgetting sometimes.” Crystal admitted and moved off of me. “I would like to wake up with you inside me more,” Crystal said, and I felt my cock throb in agreement.

I paused for a moment after those words before I reached over to the nightstand that I didn’t remember at some point in the night. I plugged in there. I turned off the alarm, and I turned to look at the sleepy woman beside me, pouting a little. I smirked. “I would like to wake up inside of you more often, too,” I told her before sitting up.

I turned and grabbed my phone, looking at the time, and I winced looking at it. “I wish I didn’t set my alarm clock so late either,” I said as I stood getting over to the shower, “That way, we could have some fun in the shower before I go to school.”

“Why can’t you?” My little Minx asked.

“I set my alarm later since I have that meeting this afternoon with Paul,” I replied as I got to her shower. I felt some stickiness from the night that was probably dried fluids from the amount of intercourse we had the night before. “I think I will also be seeing Cumdump or Becky, and I will probably ask her what was that on Tuesday with her avoiding slightly.”

“Hmm, I noticed that,” Crystal said, “But we both know you need the sleep since we were up late last night.” Crystal changed the subject a little, and I saw the smile on her face as I turned the corner.

I turned on the shower and took a moment to look at her, “You’re right; I enjoyed every moment of our late night. Got any heavy flow stuff up here?” I said, changing the subject again.

“Have some when I went grocery shopping yesterday. I grabbed some for you since mine was almost out anyway,” Crystal replied, “Need Company?” She asked as I went to go grab her product, and I paused, grabbing a clean one.

I looked at her and showed her a crooked smile, “I would love to but don’t have the time,” I said with genuine regret, “I have a sissy to still put in place this morning. He is coming along, but I think I need to do something stronger against him soon. Although he hasn’t done anything explicitly wrong in order to deserve me doing as such,” I told her, and I heard Crystal humming a little on the bed.

I grabbed the pack of tampons and moved towards the toilet to change while I heard her soft hum continue. I took my time and was glad I took some of my pills last night before I had fun with Crystal. I didn’t wake up with cramps this morning, which was always good news at this time of the month. I sighed as I finished and saw steam rolling out of Crystal’s shower stall.

I got up and saw Crystal coming into the bathroom, looking a little awake now. “I think I am going to join my girlfriend in the shower. I will help you wash,” Crystal said with a sultry smile.

I looked at the naughty Minx and opened the shower inviting her in before me. Crystal smiled as she stepped in, and I saw her amazing ass step into the shower. I couldn’t help but smile as I entered, looking at her ass as the water fell on it. As I reached bursa eskortlar out to grab the bottle of body wash, Crystal reached it first and began to take soap in her hand. “Mistress, let me please.”

I somehow felt my smile broaden as I looked at her, and I nodded. Crystal didn’t need anymore and began to use her hands to touch every part of my body. She was neither quick nor slow as suds from the soap were built up and washed away as Crystal moved her hands all over my body. She played with my breasts and moved down my abs. Each part of me she made sure she thoroughly touched and cleaned. Crystal continued to take out more soap as she moved down to my legs and when squatted as the water hit my breasts.

I felt her hands all over my legs and down to my feet that I lifted for her. Crystal took that moment and quickly washed my feet. I bit my lip as she touched the bottom of my feet. I suppressed the ticklish sensation that bombarded me as she finished washing my foot. She moved over to my other foot, and I winced as I felt her fingers go in between my toes. I suppressed the sensation and barely kept my cool as she worked back up my legs again.

Crystal made her way back up to my thighs, and my cock was already hard at this point. I couldn’t help; her touches all over my body made me want to fill her again. Crystal looked up and blinked as the water hit her face. But I knew what that smile was, and her hands became naughty.

I felt her hand start to wash my balls as her mouth opened, and she took the head of my cock in her mouth. I felt her tongue on the head of my cock swirl slowly around the head, not missing an inch of me. Her other hand was much naughtier, though, as she washed around my pussy. I moaned as I felt her fingers move around the lips of my pussy and play with the edges of my vagina. Her naughtiness stopped her from playing with my clit or penetrating me.

Meanwhile, her head moved to take more of my cock in her throat. She made long strokes down and took me deep inside her throat. Crystal was no longer going slow, and although the hand touching my pussy seemed to be moving a little, I wasn’t paying attention anymore as I felt her practiced movements along with my cock. Her hand played my balls, bringing a pleasure that, with her fast movement along the shaft of my cock made me moan louder. It was a direct assault on my brain as I blanked out.

Then suddenly, I felt fingers spreading something inside my pussy, and I moaned at the sudden intrusion. I moaned even louder as I looked down and saw her naughty expression as she took me deeper into her throat. I felt slightly angry as she played with my clit, but she didn’t stay long as her fingers pushed into my pussy, lightly spreading something around before pulling out.

My cock was quickly reaching the edge with the extra stimulation. Crystal took advantage of my throbbing cock, increased her pace somehow further, and took me even deeper. I reached my peak quickly as the suction of her mouth increased. I felt myself reach the edge and release into her mouth with the extra pleasure from my pussy. I felt my cum move into her quickly like a stream.

Crystal’s mouth sucked it all in, depositing it into her stomach with glee. I leaned my head back and took in the pleasure as her hand continued to massage my throbbing balls as I released rope after rope into her.

Moments later, I heard Crystal sigh with pleasure as she stood with some semen getting washed by the water as she stood. I looked at her with my expression straining to look thunderous after an orgasm. Crystal moved around me and began to wash my back without a word more. I felt her hands all over my back, and I decided to say something.

“You know I don’t like that you were playing with my pussy,” I said, annoyed in my tone despite post-orgasm bliss.

Crystal wrapped her arms around me, her hands under my breasts as she lifted them up. “Mistress, I was just cleaning,” Crystal pouted, “I used that,” Crystal said, pointing down at the shower floor, and I looked down at it. It was a tube of feminine product for my pussy, and I felt my cheeks heat slightly.

“Fine,” I replied, but I looked turned my head slightly to her, “Next time, not while you play with my cock.”

“Okay~!” bursa bayan escort Crystal replied and squeezed my breasts a little. “Want me to wash your hair, Mistress?” she asked a second later.

“No, My hair should be fine. I plan to walk to wash it after volleyball practice.” I replied, and I felt her hands leave my breasts.

“Okay, That is fine,” Crystal said a moment later as I reached out to turn off the shower.

“You going to shower?” I asked her.

“Nah, I will go back to sleep a little longer.” Crystal replied, “I have some work to finish up today,” Crystal continued as I turned off the shower from her response. “You coming back here tonight?” Crystal asked.

“I think so unless Samantha calls with an emergency call. I did tell her I would say yes on Thursdays for a premium,” I replied as I moved to leave the shower. Crystal followed after me as I got out. “Feels weird,” I suddenly said as I thought about the premium.

“What does?” Crystal asked.

“That twenty fucking seven thousand dollars is without what I just called a Premium,” I said, turning to her, and Crystal nodded with a giggle.

“I guess your right on that,” Crystal said as she moved to the towel rack and tossed me a towel. “Hey, If you want, Bring one of your toys back tonight, and we can have some more fun. Or if you are not up to it, just come, and we can spend some time together.”

“Hmm,” I said while in thought as I took the towel and dried myself off. “Sure, I think Strawberry would love to come home with me,” I said in thought, “Although I don’t know how she will react to my wonderful Girlfriend,” I said as I finished drying myself off.

“Oh?” Crystal said, looking at me, “She doesn’t know about me?” Crystal asked.

“Nope, I told her,” I replied, looking around for a moment. I found my sexy clothing from last night on the side of the bed. I smiled in the memory of Crystal taking off my stocking with her teeth as the night went on. I looked around before remembering I had left my clothes in my school bag. “Ah, I Remembered; my clothes are downstairs,” I said suddenly, even as I felt like I had forgotten something else.

“Go grab em,’ but remember my wonderful Mistress,” Crystal said, her voice serious. I turned to her to see her expression as she continued, “I like playing with others with you. But I like that I am your girlfriend and number one,”

I looked at her, surprised, and asked, “I don’t mean to be rude with this, But are you jealous?”

“Not that I am jealous,” Crystal said, and I moved over to her as she sat on the bed. “I am staking my claim on you!” Crystal exclaimed with a smile.

I reached her quickly, leaning down and kissing her. I tasted a bit of my cum in her breath, but that didn’t matter. I locked my lips with my little Minx and took my time. When I broke the kiss, I smiled, “You are my number one,” I told her, grabbing my phone, turning around, and walking to leave the bedroom, “My little Minx,” I finished, and I turned to see her smiling as I left the room.

I felt happy as I moved down the stairs. It was just something that made me happy with my conversation with Crystal. I didn’t exactly know what in the conversation I liked so much, but I really liked the conversation. I smiled as I reached the bag, picked it up from her front door, and took it to the kitchen. I grabbed the lunch I made last night and put it on the table. I reached in my backpack and took out my school clothes. Although I wanted to be running to school, I didn’t want to bring back my cramps.

I got in the workout clothes that I had ready, and I sat down for the lunch that was now my breakfast. I dug into it, and I took my time to enjoy it. As my stomach filled, I smiled, and I finished eating in a short time. I got up quickly and made sure to pack up while I got ready to play. I looked at my phone as I headed to my shoes.

I saw that I was running a little later than I thought. I sighed as I made it to my shoes, thinking about what I would do this morning to the sissy. Jake training was something I was never sure how it was going.

I opened the door while deep in thought, and I closed it behind me and headed out through the gate. I began to jog down the street while deep in thought. My jogging was light, and my mind was on Jake. I felt like it was taking longer, and I needed to review his videos that I had half a dozen files on it. There was no way I was going to allow him to skip out on those masturbation sessions I ordered.

I made it to school quickly with a light jog and reached the front doors faster than I had expected. I headed down the hallways with my mind still questioning how to move forward with Jake. I thought I could use more out-of-school time with Jake as I reached the doors. If I took some extra time with him, I could start working on his cross-dressing being more than just panties and a bra.

I could also do more things to him outside the school for more extended periods. I sighed, and I pushed open the door. I saw Jake as I entered, and he saw me as I entered. I looked at him, and he seemed to be somewhat submissive today.

“Um, Mistress,” Jake said, rubbing his hands together and looking at me with a slight blush. It was a humiliated blush of shame, “C-can I get a different buttplug? I would at least like to go to the bathroom when I need to, Mistress.”

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not today,” I said without mercy. “Inspection time,” I continued and stepped up to him.

I could see his anger as he opened up the buttoned-up white shirt and showed the red bra underneath. I wondered what would happen if I wet his shirt at some point today while he had the cute little bra on. I smirked with that thought as he took off the uniformed pants that he wore. Red g string panties barely covered his caged cock. I smirked, reaching down, and I took the cage in hand. “Still nice and locked up like a good little sissy.” I mocked him.

He blushed even more deeply with my mocking, and I could see the humiliation. “You know,” I said, my tone light as I thought about it, “We could make this more permanent with a nice little cock ring that can be a little extra lock for this useless cock.”

“Please, no,” Jake said, his expression a mix of humiliation and discontent. “Please, don’t, Mistress. I already feel my girlfriend being shorter with me lately.”

“Oh, Jake’s main piece looking to get with someone that’s not a sissy?” I asked him.

I could see the rebuke on his face, and I circled my finger. “Turn around and show my plug deep in your sissy ass,” I ordered with a grin.

“I am not a Sissy!” Jake rebuked, and I let my expression darken as I looked at him.

“We just went over this,” I said, my tone oddly flat.

Jake stepped back, looking at me, and I watched him stepping back. The back of his legs hit the bench as he stepped back, almost making him fall on his ass. He remained standing, though, as I watched him.

I watched him without a word, and I slowly felt a smile cross my face. “You’re not a sissy?” I asked him, “Let’s forget the fact that I don’t need to touch your dick to make you cum all over yourself. Or the fact that you cum while playing with your ass every night. Or the fact that you wear panties and a bra to school every day. No, those don’t make you a sissy little slut.” As each sentence hit, he blushed deeper, letting me know he did feel shame for those things.

“You force me to do those things!” He countered correctly.

“I make you feel so much pleasure with my cock that you cum all over yourself? I can force that?” I asked him bluntly without moving.

Jake opened his mouth, and I could see him wanting to say something. Instead, he just looked at me with his mouth open. I then realized with Crystal’s work this morning, I could go without sissy’s ass this morning. “Fine, You don’t want to be unlocked; this weekend, it seems. But you have tomorrow too to make up for things. I have better things to be doing, though, than listening to your denials. If you want to be unlocked tomorrow, come with a better attitude, sissy.”

The sudden change made his eyes widen, and I pulled out my phone. I noticed the app saying it was inside but unlocked. I pressed the button, and I heard a groan from Jake. I turned and left without another word leaving him in the teacher’s locker room.

I walked towards my classroom instead. I felt my frown deepen. I needed to punish the sissy for this soon. I needed more than just blasting his ass with my cock, pleasuring us both. No, This time, I needed to punish him, and my look was dark as I headed down the hallway to class.

It was time to start planning a punishment for the sissy who thought he could start negotiating.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32