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Buse’nin üzerinde benim aldığım kırmızı badisi vardı ve altında yazın etkisi ve sevmediğinden de südyeni yoktu. Zaten pek de giymeyi sevmezdi. Badisini kemal çıkartıyodu. Buse`nin altındada dar bi tayt vardı. Bütün hatalarını ortaya çıkarıyordu. Ilk önce badisini çıkardı ve bembeyaz daha güneş yüzü görmemiş diri hafif de terlemiş göğüsleri çıktı. . Sadece tangası kalmıştı Arkasından kemal sapıtmışçasına taytını çıkarmaya çalışıyordu. Taytını da çıkarmıştı ve altında sadece siyah bir tangayla kalmıştı. Buse ve ben delirmek üzereydim. Bu arada hızlı bir şekilde Kemal’de soyunmuştu. Buse’nin de sadece tangası kalmıştı. Ben onu da çıkarmasını istedim ve hemen çıkardı. Bu arada ben de patlamak üzere olan yarrağımı çıkarmış 31 çekmeye hazırlanıyordum. Birden bire arlarına girip onları ürkütmek istemiyordum. Şimdi ikiside yozgat escort çırılçıplaktı ve kemal buseyi yatağa domaltmış sikini götüne sürtüyor bir yandan da diri ve bembeyaz göğüsleri sıkıyor buseyi çıldırtıyordu, tabi beni de. Herifin yarrağı neredeyse benimkinin iki katıydı ve busede sanki o büyüklüğe çok alışık davranıyordu. Belli ki bu ilk değildi. Kemal yavaş yavaş buseyi kıvama getiriyordu. Buse uzanmış Kemal’de onun üstünde o koca yarağını Buse’nin pembe amının üstünde gezdiriyor yavaş yavaş tam sertleşmemiş sikini bir kol büyüklüğüne getiriyordu. Artık ikisinde de dayanacak güç kalmamıştı ve tam benim sıramdı. Bende soyundum ve yavaşça yanlarına iliştim. Bu sefer buseyi o koca kıçını önüme domalttım sikimi çıkarttım ve hafif hafif itelemeye başladım. Sonra kemal de Buse’nin altına uzandı ve göğüslerini yalamaya başladı. Hepimiz patlamak üzereydik. Buse deli gibi inliyordu ve ben Buse’nin arkasından daha önce hiç yarak girmemiş göt deliğini öfkemle ve bu fırsatla patlatmayı düşünüyordum. Biraz sikimi ıslattım ve Buse’nin götünü de yaladım. Yutarcasına köklemiş. Her yer ıpıslak olmuştu. Sonra kazık gibi olmuş sikimi götüne birden bire iteledim ve buse avazı çıktığı kadar bağırmaya yeltendi ki kemal koca yarağını Buse’nin boğazına kadar sokuverdi. İlk başta zorlanan Buse bir süre sonra alışıverdi ve ikimizi birden idare zonguldak escort edebiliyordu. Ağzında koca bir yarrağı yutarcasına köklemiş ve bir yandan da götü sikiliyordu. Deli gibi sikiyorduk Buse’yi. Ben götünü ve Kemal ağzını hatta boğazını.Ben tam boşalmak üzereydim ki birden kemalin performansı ve çekiciliği dikkatimi çekti ve bugün benim günümdü hemen durdurdum ve soluksuz kemalin o patlamaya yüz tutmuş yarağını ağzıma alıverdim ve deli gibi emiyordum. Kemal şaşırmıştı ama baştan beri susuyor korkuyor ve hoşlanıyordu da. Buse de şaşırmıştı bu duruma. Biraz kemali delirttikten sonra bu sefer önüne ben domaldım ve sporla uğraşma bahanesiyle aldığım kıllarım sayesinde bembeyaz ve biraz da dolgun olan kıçımla buseden daha cilveliydim. Kemal`in sırılsıklam olan siki ve benim gençliğimden alışık olan kıçım koca yarağın hepsini alıverdi ve zevkten çıldırmak üzereydim. Kemal bana acı bir zevk veriyordu ve deli gibi sıcacık siki içimde eritiyordum. Kemal boşalmak üzereydi ki bu sefer kemal beni ben buseyi deli gibi sikiyordum. Artık zevkten ölmek ve çıkardığımız sesten bir kat daha delirmek üzereydik. Ben daracık Buse’nin götüne kemal de zaten alışık olan benim götümü sikiyorduk ve ben boşalmıştım Buse’nin yanan götüne. Sıra kemaldeydi ve kemal sikini çıkardı ve kendi isteğiyle sikini ağzıma götürdü. Biraz daha kemali muameleden çıldırttım. Nihayet kemal buseyle benim yüzüme fışkırtıyordu ve biz deli gibi hiç birini telef etmemeye çalışıyorduk. Hepsini yuttuk ve kemal de sonuna kadar boşalmıştı. Bu değişik versiyonlarıyla gece boyunca ve daha nice geceler Kemal beni ben buseyi durmaksızın sikiyorduk. Hem sikilip hem de sikiliyordum daha ne isteyebilirdim ki…

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This story is the sequel to “Toys, Toys, Toys in the Attic”.

Arrangements for the kids are complete. Reservations for the hotel and ferry made. All that’s left to do is pack and go. Paula has been on her best behavior for the last week, not that she is normally difficult, but she has been especially nice to me lately. Planning a weekend away alone together always seems to bring out the best in her. No griping. No complaining. Hugs and kisses offered frequently. Even a bit of sex! Yes, she is definitely putting on her best, not wanting to allow a minor tiff today to spoil a nice weekend together.

We are both packing our suitcases, not that I really need anything more than a briefcase. I mean three days, two nights, nothing approaching formal. Of course, she needs a footlocker.

“You know, you won’t need that many clothes, I’m hoping to keep you naked as often as possible.” I kid her.

“I know, but I can never decide, so I bring everything.” “What are we going to wear to the festival?”

“Totally casual. It’s held outside for crying out loud. Something sexy would be most appropriate.”

“You ALWAYS want me in something sexy.”

“That’s because you always look so good that way.”

And honestly, she does. At forty, Paula still turns a lot of heads when she wants to. Some makeup, some snug clothes and the heads turn. Most of the time she dresses conservatively, but a racier, sexier Paula comes out when we go away alone, and I enjoy every minute of it.

“Should we pack your ‘plastic friend’?” I ask. ‘He’ is a rather realistic looking vibrator and is not really plastic, more of a pliable latex rubber. Paula’s response here is telling of how she will handle the whole ‘toy’ situation. If she hesitates or declines, then the sex will be quiet, romantic one on one. If she embraces the idea, we could be in for some serious fucking.

“Yeah, we should take it, don’t you think?” She questions.

Part of me wants to make a joke and answer: Sure, all oversexed wife-sluts carry their dildos with them. Then I realize that she is vulnerable here and follow Billy Joel’s advice to “Leave a tender moment alone”.

“I think we should take it. We’ve had some fun with it before.” I reply.

And what fun we HAVE had with her toy. Not frequently actually, but maybe every other month when Paula really seems fired up sexually I’ll pull it out. I’m always careful to read her since trying to introduce her toy if she’s not really into it would be a disaster. On those times when she is really smoking it’s something that we both truly enjoy. Paula will suck it, alternating with me, or I’ll fuck her with it while she sucks me. To date, we haven’t had the chance to have me fuck her pussy while the toy fucks her ass, but I’m hoping to do that this trip. So it’s off to the ferry, with a brief stop in Greenport for wine, bread and cheese – our staples for day-trip lunching. Paula’s dressed in a cute denim mini skirt and tank top. I didn’t have a chance to see her get dressed this morning, so in my perverted way, I’m curious to know what panties she’s wearing so I ask her.

“You’ll have to wait and find out later.” She insists.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“No. Later.”

I try to sneak a peek when she gets back into the car, but she smoothly rebuffs me, holding the hem of her skirt down. Additional tries at the ferry parking lot are also stopped. Shit, she’s got the blocking maneuver down good. The drive north mellows out once we get onto the interstate and I finally sneak a hand under her skirt, searching for fabric to identify which panties. This time she is caught by surprise and is unable to stop me. I am equally surprised to find no fabric, just skin and some sparse hair.

“You are SO naughty!” I accuse her.

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, and now totally distracted. How am I going to drive knowing your sweet pussy is hiding under there uncovered.”

“You’ll just have to tough it out, I told you to wait until later.”

“I don’t feel too much hair, have you been busy with the razor?”

“Maybe.”

This is another thing that gets us both going, trimming her pussy. Left unchecked, Paula has a typical bushy pussy. Except perhaps in mid winter, she always has to keep it trimmed a bit. When she wants to really get me going she’ll shave her pussy lips and trim her mound leaving just a ‘landing strip’. I find this so sexy, and it makes for some great pussy-eating. Lately, I’m starting to think it gets her going too, since I don’t have to plead with her to do it, or beg her to let me do it for her, she just does it herself. Thinking about this, I might like to watch her do it sometime, hmmm. We pull into the Old Sturbridge Village parking lot, our first stop. As I maneuver the car into a secluded area, I’m able to get my hand under her skirt again.

“Steve, not here.”

“You rize escort mouth says no, but your pussy says YES!”

“Please, later. I promise.”

With regret, I remove my hand. She was wet. Not dripping, but wet enough to get my finger in. I might have been able to convince her to let me continue, since her legs were slowly spreading, but sometimes the tease is almost as much fun as the doing. Her pussy felt very smooth, she must’ve really worked out with the razor. We found a picnic bench in the shade and enjoyed our wine, bread and cheese. Finishing, we set out to tour the restored village. You could really spend more than a day there, and it was especially nice to sneak kisses to my aroused wife at every opportunity. I tried to get Paula to join me in a hayloft, but she refused. Back to the car, I must’ve made a wrong turn leaving, because we ended up nowhere near the interstate. As I went to turn around on a gravel road, I noticed it turned behind some trees and decided to go a little further, parking in a very secluded area.

“This isn’t the right way.” Paula charged.

“Just a minor detour, I thought maybe we’d finish the wine.”

“Oh did you. Nothing more?”

“Well, it IS later.” I said as I slid my hand back under her skirt. No objections this time.

“Just what else did you have in mind?” Her legs were now apart, her pussy very wet.

“I thought a little teasing.” Rubbing her clit. Paula’s breathing was quickening. My objective was to get her close, but not too close. Sure enough, just as I thought she was approaching orgasm, I stopped.

“OOOh.” She gasped. “That was nice.”

“It’d probably be even nicer if I did it for another minute, but that’s all for you until later. Hmm, later, there is that damn word again, huh?”

“Yes, a most inconvenient word right now.”

“You know, all this teasing has kind of gotten to me.” I stated, rubbing the front of my jeans. My cock was hard and aching.

“Poor baby, is this bothering you?” Paula now bending over me and rubbing my jeans. I thinking I fucking love trips away. Without another word, I open my jeans and my cock pops out. Paula straightens up and looks around. I’m worried that she is going to bail out, but she’s just making sure the coast is clear. Bending back over, she takes me into her mouth. Heaven on Earth. The teasing, kisses and sexual tension have built up so much I know it won’t be long. Paula bobs, taking me deep into her mouth. She can’t deep-throat me, but she gets close. It seems that hornier she is, the deeper she can go, and today she is going deep. My cock bumps the back of her throat. The pressure is building. My right hand is in her hair, guiding her. She’s not a dick tease, I know she’ll finish. Suck, suck, bob, bob, lick. I’m getting sooo close I tell her. And then it’s there! OOOH. A blast of come shoots into her mouth, and another blast. It feels like gallons draining out. Paula raises up enough on my cock to swallow. She is so good at this, sucking gently as the last chunky come oozes out. Cleaning me off.

“That was awesome, thanks babe.” I compliment her.

“You’re welcome.” Looking about, “Do you know how to get us out of here?”

“No sweat.”

Back to the highway and off to the brewers festival, already in progress. Twenty-five craft brewers are set up under a giant tent, selling samples of their best beer. Venders lined up along another side with various foods. Live bands playing one after the other until after dark; and I’m here with a very horny wife who I know will want to fuck me to death later tonight in the hotel. Does it get any better than this? Well maybe if she had a hot girlfriend with her…. Anyway, we had a great time. Over the years, Paula has learned to enjoy superior beers. We enjoyed each other’s company and the crowd was upbeat and not too rowdy, considering the alcohol consumption. One interesting thing happened during the day. This was about 7pm. We had both had a few and the beer tent was crowded. Paula elected to wait under a large oak tree while I went in to get us fresh beers. When I returned I overheard her tell someone, “See, that’s my husband. I told you.” Sitting on the ground across from Paula was a young man, probably 22-25. I asked her what she had told him.

“I told him that I had a husband, and that you would be right back. He didn’t believe me.” She explained.

“Hi, I’m the husband, and she tells the truth.” I explained to the young fellow. He looked rather sheepish, and got up.

“Nice talking to you.” He muttered to Paula as he walked away.

I asked Paula who he was. She didn’t know him, saying that he just stopped by and started talking to her. His name was Michael, and when she told him she was married and that her husband would be back any minute he didn’t believe her. I kidded sakarya escort Paula that he was trying to pick her up, but she disagreed with me, saying that he was only being friendly. I knew it was bullshit, guys aren’t just friendly with chicks; he wanted to fuck Paula. At around 10pm we were both feeling a little beat and a little drunk. The last band was wrapping up and it seemed like a good time to head out to the hotel. I didn’t see Michael again, but the place was still crowded. Thankfully, it was a short ride to the Hilton and I was careful. Paula was very kissy in the car. We checked in and went to our room. I thought sex would be the first thing on the agenda, but Paula had noted that the pool was open until midnight and she wanted to go for a swim. We changed into our suits and went back down. The pool and hot tub were secluded off of a long hallway away from the lobby and elevators. Paula made a beeline for the hot tub, but I was ready to cool off, so I entered the pool. At this hour the whole area was deserted, in fact we hadn’t seen another guest since our arrival. Paula must have been either feeling her beers or her horniness, because as I surfaced and looked over at her in the tub she pulled her bikini top down, flashing me her breasts. I looked around, but we were still alone with no sight of anyone.

“Why don’t you bring those babies over here?” I asked her.

Without a word, Paula climbed out of the hot tub and came into the pool. I was at the far end and she walked right over to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, until she was right in front of me. Kissing me hard, she reached into my shorts, freeing my rapidly hardening cock.

“I want you in me right now.” She stated matter-of-factly.

And with that, she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and mounted me, right in the hotel pool.

“We can’t do this.” I gasped.

“Just for a minute.”

Paula was true to her word; she rode me for perhaps a minute, and then slid off, fixing her suit. With some effort, I stuffed my hardon into my suit.

“That was nice, but I think it would be even nicer upstairs.” I said.

“I’m ready.” In what must now be referred to as an understatement.

With that, we returned to our room, Paula using the bathroom and I pulling off my wet suit. Looking at the hotel chair in the corner with my clothes on it gave me an idea. I stuffed my other clothes into the legs of my jeans and positioned them over my shoes. The effect was a little bit like a scarecrow, minus the torso and head. Behind the fly I placed Paula’s toy. This might be interesting, I thought, dimming the lights. Shortly thereafter, Paula emerged from the bath and joined me in bed, dressed in a sexy nightie.

“You look yummy and I can’t wait to examine that porn-star pussy of yours.” I complimented.

“I hope you like it and that I didn’t go too far.”

We began kissing and I rubbed her breasts through the thin nightie.

“You know, that guy Michael really liked you a lot.” I started.

“He did not. Really, we were just talking.”

“Take it from another guy, he had more than talking on his mind. Did he see what you were not wearing under your skirt?”

“NO. Of course not. Steve, don’t give me a hard time. He was talking to me, I had nothing to do with it.”

“Easy, I’m not mad. I don’t blame you. You are so pretty, he was attracted to you.”

“I disagree.”

“You’re too modest. Anyway, I ran into him later. He was very nice and admitted he thought you were a knockout.” I lied.

“You’re lying.”

“No really. He was attracted to you and I thought, what’s the harm in him seeing you for a minute or two. So I invited him up.” More lies.

“What? Are you crazy? We don’t even know him. I don’t want to know him.” Paula was getting upset.

“Just for a few minutes, he’ll leave when you want him to. He’s sitting in the chair there right now.”

Paula quickly glanced over to the chair. Seeing only my clothes on it, she turned to me with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Really, he just wants to look at you for a few more moments, then he’ll leave when you tell him enough.” I explained. “Now just ignore him for a minute and kiss me.

“I don’t know what you are up to, but I’ll play along.” She replied, and kissed me. I resumed rubbing her breasts, noticing her nipples hardening.

“He thinks your breasts are beautiful. He doesn’t know the half of it, can I show him them?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.” And I untied her nightie top, revealing her full breasts and hard nipples. I gently licked and nibbled them.

“You are so beautiful and nasty too, showing off your boobs to a stranger. Does that make you wet?” I teased, my hand now rubbing her mound through the nightie bottom.

“Umm-hmm.” Again from her.

“Maybe samsun escort I should take you bottoms off so he can see that porn-star pussy of yours.” Upon hearing no refusal, I untied the bottoms, pulling them off. Paula was nude now. I moved between her legs, the chair in a corner behind my right.

“Oh such a lovely little pussy, so wet, so bare.” I complimented. “Mike thinks it’s fantastic.” I gave her a little lick and she caught her breath. “He would really like to be the one to do this.” I licked her again. Paula was really heating up as I licked her wet pussy and hard clit. I brought her a little closer to orgasm, and then backed off.

“Do you want Mike to eat you?” I teased. No response. “Show him how wet that yummy pussy is.” As I guided her hand to her box. Paula dutifully rubbed her slit and then gently slid her middle finger all the way into her pussy.

“That’s it.” I encouraged as she pumped the finger in and out, “Now show him how yummy it is.”

Paula pulled her hand up from her pussy, her finger glistening with wetness in the dim light and brought it to her mouth, sucking her wetness off. I laid next to her watching her lick, then kissed her deeply, smearing more of her juice from my face to hers. With that, I laid back, our signal for her to suck my cock.

“Show him what a good little cocksucker you are honey.” I commanded.

Paula raised onto her knees and began sucking me. I held her hair up out of the way and watched her devour me. Deep, then up to just the head. Licking me like a lollipop, then rubbing me all over her face.

“Oh, you can be such a pro, Paula. Mike says you are fantastic. He wishes it was his cock you were sucking so well.” Paula made no response; she gazed into my eyes with a look that could only be described as smoking sensuality, as she again plunged my cock into her throat. If I thought she took it deep earlier in the car, she took it even deeper now. I was hard as a rock, but thankfully I didn’t yet feel like I was going to explode, because tonight I wanted to bury my dick to the hilt in Paula.

“Get on your back.” I commanded Paula, and she laid back.

Holding her legs in my hands, I positioned myself just at her opening. I teased her, sliding just the head into her and withdrawing.

“Say the magic words.”

“Fuck me.” She answered. What a wonderful girl. And fuck her I did.

“OOOOHHH” Paula moaned.

She really sounded like she was close; I slowed down and settled into an easy rhythm. I wanted her hot enough to use the toy, but not to come yet; it worked.

“Get on your hands and knees in front of Mike, he wants to see your tits better.” I demanded. Paula complied, kneeling in front of the chair with her ass up. I entered her doggy style and pulled her hair so that she was looking straight at the crotch of the jeans.

“Do you like showing off your body and fucking in front of strangers?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.”

“Do you like being my slut-wife?”

“Umm-hmm.”

“Rub his cock.” She put her hand against the crotch of the pants, and feeling the bulge began rubbing.

“Is he hard?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Unzip his pants and stroke his cock.”

As I pumped her pussy from behind, Paula unzipped the jeans, reaching inside to pull the toy out. She held it realistically, protruding from the pants as she stroked it.

“Do you want to suck his cock baby?” I asked.

“Umm-hmm.” And with that she lowered her mouth over the hard plastic cock.

“Oh my nasty little slut-wife likes two cocks at once. One pumping her little wet pussy and one filling her mouth.”

We continued like this for a moment or two, but I felt my come rising. I knew if I was going to get both of Paula’s holes filled, I’d have to work fast because the erotica of her doing both cocks was getting to be too much for me.

“Maybe my little slut-wife would like both of her holes fucked at once. Would you like that, baby?” I asked.

“Hmmm-hmmm.” She moaned back with fervor, pushing against my cock with such eagerness I was afraid I would come.

I pulled Paula up and positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees. I squirted some lube onto her ass, and then positioned the cock against her anus. She tensed, and slowly relaxed as I pushed the hard toy into her.

“He’s fucking your ass. Oh honey, he’s fucking your ass.”

Deeper and deeper the plastic cock went into Paula. I was surprised by how hard I had to push it, until finally it was all the way in. Paula was gasping. I quickly laid underneath her with my cock pointing up. Paula moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto me. The tightness of her pussy was incredible. Her face was contorted by either pain or pleasure as she finally reached bottom, our crotches pressed together, her ass and pussy totally full. Paula paused only a moment all the way down before she rose again to complete another stroke, banging me as I reached behind her to plunge the toy in and out of her ass. I could feel the movement through her pussy as the two cocks pushed in and out. In scant moments, Paula came and I followed, spurting into her.

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She couldn’t believe it. He had given her one of his shirts! It was a graphic tee with a big Storm Trooper popping out against the grey fabric. The Empire Strikes Back was printed in purple next to the image. She loved it not only because Star Wars was her favorite series, but because he had given it to her. She always felt a twinge of attraction to this boy. She was unsure why, though. He was balding at twenty-three, a bit on the chubby side. It must have been his personality. He was sweet and funny and genuine. He brought out the nerd in her, which she loved. But she could never be with him. Just for the fact that she him more as a brother figure; it would be to weird.

But that didn’t stop her from bringing the fabric of the shirt to her face and gently inhaling his scent. She never really paid attention to the way he smelled before. The shirt smelled sweet, sort of like cherries. She did recognize the scent though, from when they would hug. She inhaled the sweet scent again and felt a twitch in between her legs.

She had been horny since she had gotten out of the shower nearly six hours urfa escort before. She had even masturbated, but that had only made things worse. So she sighed and got dressed and then went over to the guys house. He sat playing video games and she watched while she did miscellaneous things on her laptop. When it was time for her to leave he gave her the shirt. He claimed it was to small for him, and she said it would fit her perfectly.

And now the scent of his shirt was driving her pussy wild. She tugged off the top she had been wearing and replaced it with his. The smell enveloped her as she pulled it over her head, causing another twitch from below. She smoothed her hands up and down her torso, fondling her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her breathing got heavier and her pussy got wetter. She let herself glide one hand down her stomach and under the waist band of her lace underwear. She couldn’t believe how wet she was! Her finger circled around her clit and then moved up and down her slit. She teased herself until didn’t want to take it anymore. She slid a finger in sivas escort her slick entrance. She let out a quiet moan and moved her middle finger back and forth inside her. Her other hand had found its way pass the lace and was now rubbing her hard clit. A light layer of sweat had formed on her skin as her arms and fingers increased and decreased their movement.

At one point the fingers inside her began to cramp. She pulled them out and licked them clean, savoring her sweet juices. She reached over to the side of her bed where she kept her “personal” items: condoms, lube, and her trusted purple vibrator. It was a simple one, with five settings, plus a little nub sticking out for clitoral stimulation. She usually didn’t dare use it when someone was home, but she needed it tonight.

She grabbed a soft towel from her clothes hamper and placed it under herself. Then she grabbed the bottle of lube. This lube was her favorite. It had a cool to warm formula which always made her insides tingle, and it smelled like mint. She squeezed the minty gel onto the vibrator and tekirdağ escort rubbed it around with her finger. She turned the toy on the lowest setting and moved around her begging entrance, slowly pushing it in. She had to bite her lip to suppress the moan that the new sensation and fullness caused. She moved the toy in and out, she switched to the third speed at one point. But she needed more. Her body was writhing and she knew she was close, but she needed something else.

That’s when the lubed up finger slid past her pussy and down to her ass. Nervousness struck her. She was never this horny, never this desperate for pleasure. But she poked at her asshole. Using the lube and her own juices, she got the tip of her middle finger in comfortably. She moved it in short, slow strokes. That was exactly what she needed. She turned the vibrator up to the last setting and started simultaneously pumping her two holes. The triple stimulation was what she needed. She nuzzled her nose under the shirt that smelled like cherries. The shirt that had began all of this. The shirt that was going to be what she breathed in when she came. She let her last moan escape and her insides clenched against the toy and her finger. She switched the vibrator off and slowly removed it and the finger from her ass. She whimpered from the emptiness.

She smiled down at her new favorite shirt.

The End.

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My name is Yvonne. I am about a year out of high school. I thought my friends and I would be close forever. With the exception of two, we have — Tracey and Isabel had egos that got two big for the group. The main bond that brought us together was our commitment to walking the strait and narrow. All throughout school, we were straight-edger’s times four.

We were dubbed “the Mary’s” (or los Lúpes to César).

I should say *ALMOST* all through school. One-by-one, we got a little bit of dirt under our respective fingernails. Charli had several shitstorms occur in less than a year. Some family members inexplicably died in succession. Her inability to cope was made worse when she snorted her pain away. She went to jail, and our group was down to 5.

It was actually Tracey and Isabel’s respectability that separated them from the group. Being the best in their drama class, they were invited to be in a traveling play about the benefits of morality. The groups of fans got so big that we had to talk to their “people” just to say hello.

Yvonne is a different story. I am five foot four inches tall. I have reddish-brown hair and dark brown skin. I have a body built for sin. My only reason for being a goody-goody was my mother. She was just the opposite. I got my height from my father, but my body I got from Jeannine. She used her body-for-sin… …for sin. She told me horror stories about her and her friends.

I was not permitted to date until I was 16. My best friend, since I was twelve, jumped at the chance to be my first boyfriend. Although he supported and mirrored my purity efforts, it only took once to make a mistake.

So, now, it is now. We are all a year out of school; with the exception of the stars, of course. I was sitting on the couch on one of my few nights off. Frustrated with trying to find something on TV or a video I hadn’t seen a thousand times. I sat reading a magazine to just the radio. That’s when I got a call from Avante.

Avante didn’t have your typical model body. Hers was what people crassly referred to as a ghetto mersin escort booty. She asked for her boyfriend, Sean, as I was turning the radio off. From the sound of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t her normal chipper self.

I asked her what was wrong. After a number of transparent “I fine’s”, I finally got her to confess. She was nervous about letting Sean go all the way. Everyone knew they were deep in love — sickeningly so. I knew Sean before Avante and knew him to be a stand up guy. If she was going to be with anyone, I was happy it was him. I could, also, understand the apprehension that we all felt when it was our first times.

“I was sure you and Luna were going to be the ones that made it all the way to marriage.”

Luna said she wanted to be a nun. Abuse at the hands of family friend pushed her almost as far as Charli. The Marys were still the Marys and still the support group it had always been.

She said, “I know.” “But this is something I really want to do.”

I told her how I felt about her first time being with Sean.

“I’m still anxious about it, though.” “Sean being Sean, I’m sure it will be magical — as far as the planning.”

“Yeah. He is nothing if not strategic.” “But in a good way.” I added; correcting myself.

“True.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“We’ll have the right ambiance. We have the emotional feelings. But I’m still shaky on the physical feelings. That’s why I’m glad I mis-dialed. I figure you can give me some of your experience.”

“Thanks. The vast knowledge I arrived at through my *whoredom* has at last found its use.”

“Not what I meant… …and you know it.” She quipped.

“Ok, ok, ok. What do you what to know? As long as you’re there and naked he’s going to have a good time. If anyone needs advice, it’ll be Sean. And the one who needs to give it to him is you.”

“What do you mean?”

“As long as YOU are having a good time, you are both good. I know a good number of guys who get off by their ability to get their muğla escort girl off. But he needs you to tell him or show him what buttons to push.”

“Again, what do you mean, ‘SHOW him’?”

“I had a boyfriend who was just as content watching me have my way with myself. If you know what turns you on, you can let him know.”

She then began to point out how much this went against the unwritten Marys handbook. The Marys included ourselves in the list of partners we were to abstain from before marriage.

“True enough. I was just looking out for Sean.” “Give yourself a hand, and you’ll be giving him a hand.”

“Oh. Ok. Ha ha. I get it. Rimshot.” In the characteristic Avante sardonic monotone.

“But seriously. If Sean is anything like Dimitry, he’ll get a kick out of it. Do it right before you two get started. Put on more baby oil than you normally would and give him a lap dance. Tell him this dance is just like the club; no touching. After a song of that butt everybody loves grinding into him, tell him he still doesn’t get to touch. That’s when the REAL show begins. Lie on the bed across from him and go through the steps you want him to take. Tell him while you’re showing him.”

“I don’t know what steps I want him to take.” Her voice came out half irritated and half in anguish.

“Calm down. I’ll tell you what I do.”

Through her “Ok.” I heard what sounded like her making herself more comfortable. I told her to slowly kiss her hand and slowly bring it to her neck.”

‘Start kissing me on my neck and work your way down.’

From then on, all I heard from her end were responsive “Uh huh’s.”

“Direct him to the center of your chest and tell him to make love to your nipples like that’s all he was going to get. You are going to wet your fingers for the instructions.”

“Uh huh.”

“Once you can’t stand him staying there anymore and NEED him to keep going, point him past the prize. The longer the pot simmers, the better the flavor.”

“Uh huh.”

“Tell him to explore nevşehir escort you thighs for a little while. He’s probably going to take this opportunity to rub and squeeze that butt you didn’t let him have earlier. After a while of caressing and kissing your thighs, he’s going to creep up to your pussy.”

I heard nothing, but thought nothing of it.

“Once you tell him how you tell him how you want your slit licked, the rest is detail.”

I, again, heard nothing. This time I asked if she was still there. I found out the answers were “Yes” and “No”. She had been doing some pre-show warm-ups. I heard a number of squishes that let me know she was in her own world.

I should have left her alone with her thoughts of Sean. I couldn’t seem to hang up the phone. The “Uh huh’s” returned, but I knew what they meant, now.

Completely out of Mary character, I heard her say, “Fuck me, Sean.”

Images of what ‘Sean’ was doing to her made me want that same feeling. My ex’s — most of them, anyway — felt good. None of them; not even I brought sounds out of me the she was making. I could see them both. A sweaty mass of passion giving a pictorial definition of ‘The beast with two backs.’

I couldn’t be sure if listening made me a voyeur. I couldn’t be swayed by it either. I shooed that idea away as quickly as it came. I rationalized it as moral support for one of my best friends.

I began ditching clothes and making the trek up to my bedroom. ‘I should turn the radio back on. The quiet storm should be on — that’ll set the mood.’ Then I realized I didn’t need mood music. I could not have been more aroused than with what sights and sounds were dancing through my head. I discarded my bra and it seemed as though my hand was unable to wait for my panties to come off. I got it to cooperate and flung my panties off the edge of my bed. Somewhere on my journey to my bedroom, ‘Sean’ got lost. I only managed to hold on to my visuals of the one making the noise.

‘But this is your friend.’ I scolded myself. ‘Not only are you eavesdropping on & pleasuring yourself to her and her boyfriend’s sexual experience, but you’re, now, getting off to the thought of another woman who sounds like she’s about to cum.’

My conscience brought the mirror to my face. But it said it at the point of no return. I couldn’t help but cum with her.

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Mara sat at the edge of her bed, by an open window. The midnight bell struck, and the only source of light in the dark room was a candle on the bedstand next to her, illuminating her naked body. She put a pencil down on the bed stand and a piece of paper was bathed in light. In her handwriting, it read:

“I offer my body, I offer my mind, I offer my spirit to my Master, Lucifer; Beast God of the Night, Pride, and Lust. I beseech that I am worthy of his blessings.”

She put her hands behind her head, facing the dark world beyond the window. A soft, cool breeze from outsides blew across her breasts. Her nipples grew hard, her face grew warm, and she felt utterly vulnerable.

Her arousal rose up in waves, conjuring visions of her lord master. She closed her eyes, and the image of Satan burned into her mind’s eye. Her hungry cunt called out, and she could feel the heat of his skin coming closer. She could feel his breath coming from him into her mouth, down her throat, and into her heart. She felt his hand grip her cunt.

She began to drown kütahya escort in the sensations of touch; his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and locking around her tongue, his tail sliding between the cheeks of her ass, the tip of which found her asshole and started forcing its way in, his horns wrapping around her head, and his beastly cock spreading her cunt lips.

She could feel the searing hot head, then the cold steel sheath of his cock, and his hands gripping her tits, squeezing them, and pulling her engorged nipples. Pain flashed across her mind, and then extreme ecstacy. Her hands were locked in position behind her head with his horns. Her nipples were suddenly clamped to his and their breath became one. It felt as though he was sucking her throat from both inside and outside. Her pussy was dripping. She ached to be his whore. She opened her eyes, excited, and feeling hornier than she had ever imagined she could feel… but she was alone.

Looking out the window, she saw the silhouette of a stranger manisa escort standing on the other side of the fence, half hidden in the shadows beyond the streetlight, frozen in shock, and staring at her naked figure in the candlelight. She could feel their gaze wrapped around her but couldn’t make out much about their appearance. She knew what Master Lucifer wanted now that she was being watched. Enthusiasm.

She couldn’t stop now that she had started anyway, and now she had a witness to offer. With her right hand, she picked up the paper she had scrawled her summons on and held it over her cunt until it was wet. With her left, she slapped her cunt through the paper, saying “Master I offer my body.” A second slap: “Master I offer my mind,” and a third: “Master I offer my spirit”. She then crushed the paper into a small ball, fit it to her slit, and pushed it slightly in before closing her cunt lips around it, keeping it there until it was soaked.

She removed it with her right hand, bent over, and reached around to mardin escort put it between her ass cheeks touching her hole, tempting him; He loves anal. Then she held it open with both hands and licked it. “Master, I am your slut. My holes were made for your pleasure.” she called “My cunt, asshole, and mouth are yours. I beg that I am worthy to be desecrated to you.”

She pivoted her hips towards the window, held the paper over her womb with her right hand, reached down with her left, spreading open her cunt lips, and howled desperately “Master, I implore you to enter me and fill me with your seed. I am your devoted demonic receptacle, and my juices will guide your shaft into the depths of my being. I beg you to take me!”

She moved the soaked paper over her heart, between her breasts, laid back in the bed, and spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, until they ached. She then inserted a massive dildo into her sopping wet, hot pussy, and raised her pelvis up off the bed screaming “Master Lucifer, I am your slut; your servant; your slave. Take what is yours!” as she started the process of fucking herself silly, forgetting completely about the stranger’s existence.

She felt him take her then, replacing the paper summons and dildo, and she was lost in the pleasures of flesh gifted by the Dark Lord.

She never looked back.

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She came to work prepared today. She did not want to be caught off guard like she was a week or so ago. Wearing a knee length skirt, a button down sweater, a bra with a front clasp, and skimpy panties, she bounced into her office much perkier than usual. She removed her coat and hung it on the door hook. She furiously rubbed her knees and legs, trying to warm them up. It was cold out, but since she was wearing boots, she hadn’t bothered with pantyhose. She was dressed as she was so as to provide easy access to her body.

She placed her briefcase/backpack on her desk and checked for the umpteenth time that it was really in there, hidden in an inside zipper pocket. She let out a sigh of relief. There it was, wrapped in plastic. She had not forgotten it….her new, large 8-inch vibrating dildo. She had worried that she had not remembered to bring it, but had been afraid to check since she had been riding in a bus with only about a million people around her.

Her flesh broke out in goosebumps as she thought about that night. She often stayed late at the office, most times being the only one there until 9:00 or so. Without the constant interruption from client calls, she found she got more work done at that time. But she always kept her instant messenger program running, just in case ‘he’ should sign on and want to talk to her. She had ‘met’ him in an Internet forum, and they had become quite friendly via both email and her chat program. The talk became progressively more sexual, evolving into a game of who could better describe various sexual acts that they would like to perform on each other. These chats always left her extremely horny. He was able to describe things in such a way that she could almost feel them happening. Her body would tingle, her nipples would harden, and her vagina would get moist and warm. She would always end the session by masturbating afterward, not being able to bear the bus ride home in the state he left her in.

But over the last few weeks, the chat progressed even further. The exchanges intensified. Words rapidly flew across the screen at a faster and faster rate. They would both agree on a ‘scene’ to act out. Then the descriptions would begin, each taking a turn describing what was ‘happening’ between them. She shivered a bit as she remembered one line in particular… “my hand slowly works its way under your blouse, fingers lightly flicking a nipple through the sheer material of your bra.” He would continue that way, while she answered, until they worked themselves kuşadası escort into a frenzy and then brought themselves to mutually, self-induced pleasure.

She sometimes wondered if she was going crazy. How had she let this become so important to her? She had no lover at the moment, so her sex drive was kicked up an extra notch to begin with, but still – she could not believe that she ended some work nights with her hand between her legs, rubbing herself frantically, bringing herself to a moaning orgasm. It was like a virtual fantasy. Or as she sometimes said to him, it was as if they were acting out their own personal version of a Penthouse Forum story.

Then that night happened. Their fantasy turned rougher, with him describing what basically amounted to rape, only in their word play, she ended up giving in to his brutal advances. She had become so crazed that she looked for something, anything to shove up her cunt. She wanted to feel as if she was really being fucked, and hard. She remembered that there was a flashlight in her desk drawer. Quickly, she took it out and paused only for a moment to wonder what the hell she was doing. It was quite large. His words were getting her hotter and hotter, until she finally gave in, placed the flashlight on her chair with the long handle end facing upward, straddled herself over it and sat down slowly. She cried out as her cunt stretched painfully, almost past its limit.

As she lowered herself onto to it, she typed, “you’ll never guess what I’m shoving into myself right now.”

The typing paused, then the words “tell me” appeared.

“I’m sitting on a flashlight,” she responded, her face reddening with the admission.

“Fuck! That is hot!!” He surprised her, she thought he would think she was mad.

He paused another second, then wrote, “I want you to do whatever I tell you to do, do you hear me?”

It was her turn to remain silent, contemplating how far she should go with this. Finally, she answered with one word….”yes”.

“Raise yourself up, until the flashlight is near slipping out of your cunt,” he demanded.

She did what she was told.

“Now sit down hard. I want you to slam it as hard and as far into you as you can.”

She shook her head violently, as if he could see her. Her hesitation provoked another response from him.

“DO AS I TELL YOU, WHORE!”

“NO!” She replied. “It will hurt.”

“Marlene, listen carefully. You must do this for kocaeli escort me. And describe for me what it feels like.”

She clenched her teeth while grabbing the edge of the desk. She held her breath, then slammed her body down.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” She managed to type. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat there, letting her mind absorb both the pain and, yes, the pleasure of what she had just felt.

“Imagine that it’s me slamming my rock-hard cock into your tight pussy,” he wrote. “Now rise up again and clench your cunt around the end of the flashlight so it doesn’t slip out.”

Again, she did what she was told. Her legs were a bit wobbly as she tried to hold herself in a position where she did not release the flashlight. Sweat was forming on her brow. Her breathing was quick and raspy.

“I’ve got a hold of you from behind, arms around your waist, squeezing you tight,” he explained. “I pull your lower body up just a bit more, then slam you down onto my cock again.”

She followed his description and let out another scream. “OH GOD!” She typed. It still hurt, but not as much. Her teeth chattered as she continued to cry out. “Stop. Please stop!”

“NO! Wriggle about a bit, force yourself to take all of it, Marlene!”

“OOOOHHHHHHH, FUCK!!!!!!! I hate you!”

His instructions came at her faster and faster, and she followed them, her legs lifting her, then slamming herself back down again. Sweat was now dripping from her face onto the desk. Her tits bounced, sometimes hitting against the edge of the furniture, causing another howl to escape into the empty office. She continued letting him talk her through a brutal assault of her cunt. Soon her screams of pain became moans of pleasure. She could feel her cunny clenching and spasming.

“Oh God…..Oh God……OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!” She managed to type.

“Are you coming, Marlene. Is my cock making you shiver in orgasm?”

“Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She stopped typing, grasping the desk with her hands, her head wildly whipping about while she moaned and cried. Her orgasm was intense. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire. He kept typing statements, describing what he was continuing to ‘virtually’ do to her…….”my fingers are pinching your hardened nipples……squeezing them……nearly crushing them.” Her own fingers did the same, and she screamed as she came again, then again. After each orgasm, she would type how she was cumming, then she would konya escort go off into a trance of sorts as her body trembled. Finally, the spasms slowed, and she sat still, tears streaking her face, mixing with her sweat. Her breathing was still coming in short, harsh gasps, and her chest thumped wildly. She wondered if she was having a heart attack.

“Oh……my…….God!” She could barely type, her hands were shaking so badly.

“Shit, I didn’t know you were a multiple orgasm type of girl,” he wrote.

“Neither did I!” She responded, grunting a laugh as she tried to relax. “But now, I need to remove this thing from me.”

“NO!” She was struck by the word on the screen, almost as if he had slapped her.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” She cried as she typed. “I’m dying here!”

“NO! Not until I tell you to, you slut!” His verbal abuse continued, and she was shocked as she felt herself get excited again. She squirmed as another orgasm took its hold of her.

Finally, after much begging, he instructed her to stand. Her legs shook so badly, that she needed to place her hands on the desk to steady herself.

“Don’t pull it out yet,” he commanded.

‘Oh, shit!’ She thought. ‘Now what?!’

“Please….please let me remove it.”

“No, I want you to push your cunt as hard as you can. Force the flashlight out by bearing down.”

‘This is insane,’ she thought. But she listened. The whole ordeal of being ordered around by him excited her once again, and she shivered as a less intense orgasm rushed through her body. She mashed her teeth. “GRGRRRRRIGGGG!” She yelled. Finally, it popped out, and she collapsed back into her chair. The flashlight fell to the floor. That’s when she noticed the light was on.

She typed the emoticons for laughing several times as she explained to him that she had succeeded in turning the flashlight on.

“I think I got it excited.” She knew she was laughing much harder than she should be, but she couldn’t help herself. She was giddy from all the abuse she had just taken.

He ‘laughed’ back, and they continued writing silly things to each other for the next few minutes. Finally, she asked him if he was ready for her to ‘take care’ of him.

The ‘falling down laughing’ emoticon flashed on her screen.

“What’s so funny now?” She asked.

“Don’t worry, honey. I was so turned on by this that I came a while ago. All I had to do was touch myself with a few quick strokes and it was all over.”

They talked a little longer. When they were signing off, they both agreed on another night to ‘get together’. He gave her his instructions for the next time……bring a dildo to work.

So, here she was, wishing she could force the day to speed by. She was already wet anticipating tonight’s encounter.

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It is a perfect day to go to the beach. There is a nude beach not far from where I live. I pack my beach bag with my sunscreen, towels, blanket and my book. I pack up a cooler with water and food. I put on my bikini and my cover up. I pack the car and drive over there. The beach is not too far away.

I find the perfect spot and lay out the blanket. I take off my bikini, and rub the suntan lotion all over my body. The beach is crowded. Some people have bathing suits on, and others are nude like myself.

I lay down on my back and start to sunbathe. The sun is beating down on my body. My skin is feeling very hot. I get up and walk to the waters edge. I stick my toes into the water. I walk further into the water. The water is very cold, but my skin is so hot from the sun. I am deep enough in the water and start to swim. My nipples are hard and erect.

The water feels so good against my nude body. I swim all around. The water is calm, with a few waves. I walk out of the water, and continue to just have my toes in the water.

Suddenly, a man walks towards me. He is in his bathing suit and starts to talk to me. We are talking about all sorts of things, and we are getting along well. He is very handsome. As we are talking, I notice his bulge is growing in his bathing suit.

He asks me if I would like kahramanmaraş escort to take a walk over to where he is sitting. I tell him that would be great. We go to the area where I was, and gather my stuff. We walk over to a more secluded part of the beach. He is sitting near a cove.

We sit down, our backs are against a wall of rocks along this cove. We are in front of each other but a distance from each other. He now has removed his suit. He asks me if I would like a beer. I take it, and we start to drink. As we are talking, we find out we are both nudists. We tell each other, that we like to masturbate in front of people.

He tells me that he took a vacation at a nude resort. I tell him that my lover and I have been nudists awhile now. We have a lot in common and the conversation is flowing.

He tells me that his girlfriend lives about an hour away. I tell him that my lover and I live together. We are telling each other stories about our lovers and our lives. We have this interesting connection. We don’t want to have sex together, but to mutually masturbate in front of each other is very arousing.

We have now had about 4 beers each. His cock is about 8 inches long. He is clean shaven. He is stroking his cock from his base to his head. He is moving kastamonu escort his flesh with each stroke. His one hand is fondling his balls, lightly squeezing them. He then changes hands, and starts to play with his nipple. He is rubbing his nipple between his index finger and his thumb. He is moaning. He is looking right at me, while he is masturbating.

My breasts are firm, and my nipples are erect and hard. My legs are spread, and I am rubbing my fingers along my clitoris. I slowly insert my index finger into my vagina. I have it up to my knuckle, and I am moving it all around. I am moving my fingers in a circular motion around my clitoris. My other fingers are deep inside my pussy. I am very aroused, masturbating in front of this stranger.

Our breathing is changing, as we are both getting each other off. He is stroking his cock faster now. His hands are holding his cock firm as he jerks it. He is moaning a little as he is playing.

I start to play with my left breast. I am pulling on my nipple, and pinching it between my index finger and my thumb. I am moaning a bit, as I insert four fingers into my wet pussy. My fingers are deep within my pussy. I am so wet as I play with my wet cunt.

He is stroking his cock faster and faster. His balls are now hanging, kayseri escort and he is cupping them in his hands. His pre-cum is oozing down his shaft. He swirls some on his fingers and tastes his cum.

I am leaning against the wall of rocks. My legs are now bent, as I am working my fingers faster and faster inside my pussy. I am moaning. I change hands and start to play with my other breast. I am twisting my nipples and rubbing my breast. My fingers are deep within my pussy. I am sliding my fingers into my pussy over and over again.

We then tell each other that we are minutes away from climaxing. He is working his cock fast in his hand. His breathing is now heavy, and his voice has changed a bit. I am working my fingers faster and faster inside my pussy. We look at each other, and we begin to climax. He starts to moan as his cum shoots out of his hard cock. He continues to jerk his cock until all his cum is out of his cock. He then licks some of his cum that was on his hand.

I start to moan. My body shakes, as I start to cream onto my fingers. My juices pouring out of my wet bald cunt. I am moaning, as my fingers are now coated with my cream. I take out my fingers and slowly begin to suck them.

We both smile, and say that was awesome. We walk back to the water and start to swim. We are laughing, and having a good time. We don’t talk anymore about what had just happened.

We only shared our names with each other. We are both in relationships. We are not looking to meet ever again. We get dressed and say our goodbyes and leave the beach.

Once inside my car, I laugh and think to myself that was really wild.

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Barbara and I had just finished a leisurely late breakfast when I lost the bet. I don’t even remember what we had gambled over, but I do remember that I promised that if she won she would get anything she wanted.

“I want you to masturbate for me,” Barbara said.

“That’s not a ‘thing’, that’s an action,” I protested.

“You didn’t specify when you made the bet. Besides, it’s what I want. I won fair and square,” she said with a pouty tone in her voice.

Barbara had a point. We hadn’t discussed any specifics when we made the bet. Besides, she knew that I’d do anything for her. So even though her “prize” made me uncomfortable, there was no point in arguing. I would give her anything that she wanted, even that.

“And I don’t want to see anything lame, like a quick jack-off in the shower. I want a show, a good show!” she declared.

“Oh really? And when exactly do you want this show?” I asked thinking that I could put this off until some much later date.

“Tonight,” she said with a self-satisfied grin. “I want it tonight!”

Ours sex life was very special and somewhat adventurous. We’d had sex in public, we’d played with all kinds of toys, owned and used a tantric sex chair, and even tried pegging. We were very open and honest in every way. I wouldn’t have pretended that I didn’t masturbate, but it wasn’t something that I’d ever discussed much less done in front of anybody. It had always been a private thing. The thought of masturbating in front of Barbara, putting on “a show” felt weird and scary, but at the same time a little exciting. I nodded my agreement to what she wanted.

“Oh goody,” Barbara gushed. “I can’t wait to add this to my collection.”

“Wait. What do you mean by that?”

“I’m going to record my winnings.” She said it with complete self assurance.

“No way!” I protested. It was one thing for me to be so open with my wife, whom I trusted completely, but to do it in front of a camera was something completely different.

“Oh come on,” she began. “It’s not like we’ve never done it before.” She was referring to the few times we’d used a cell phone to record us having sex. The first time it had accidently happened when she’d put the phone on the charger next to our bed. At least that’s what she told me. We shared the video in the most delicious way; I watched a recording of her giving me one of her amazing blow jobs while she did the same thing to me in real life. We’d done it again a few times after that.

“Yeah. But not this,” I said.

Barbara eased up against me. “I’m not going to post it online or anything,” she began. ” I just want to be able to watch you again and again.” Her tone was so seductive. “I love seeing you. It makes me so hot. And when you’re at work and can’t be here to satisfy me I get so uncomfortable.” She started rubbing my growing hard-on. “I’ll be able to relieve my pressure and watch you while I do. I would really like that.”

Barbara had masturbated for me and she knew how much I liked it. The idea of her doing it while she watched a video of me doing the same thing, was so erotic that there was no way I’d deny her. I’m sure she knew that. Once again, I caved into to her and agreed.

“Excellent,” she said approvingly. “I want you to do something else for me as part of the bet,” she said breaking me out of my reverie.

“Hey. You can’t just keep add things,” I said trying to put up a little bit of a fight and maintain some dignity.

Barbara sensed my lack of conviction. “It’s a girl’s prerogative,” she said and batted her eyes suggestively. She resumed stroking my hard-on.

“Oaky. Sure. What?” I replied. unable to resist her

“It’s a blah rainy day out. We have no plans (until tonight that is) and we’re home alone all day. I want you to wear your mesh bikini underwear around the house for me. I’d like to be able see your “material” before the show.”

“Just the mesh bikini’s?” I asked.

“No, I’ll find something for you wear along with it. Not much else, but something,” she added, “Tell you what. To keep it fair, I’ll wear something that you want me to.”

We finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes and headed upstairs to our closet to find our outfits and begin fulfilling the terms of her addendum to our bet. Barbara picked through my clothes before selecting one of my workout shirts to accompany the full exposure bikinis she had asked me to wear. It was a tight fitting tank top, short in the waist so that the bikini underwear wasn’t covered up.

“Wear this for me too,” she said holding up a metal studded leather cockstrap. “I like the way you look in this.”

I fastened the strap around my cock and balls so that they jutted out from my body, filling and stretching the thin bikinis. She caressed my balls through the transparent mesh of the underwear, thereby giving me her seal of approval.

For her, I picked out a red, lace-up corset and a tiny pair of matching red panties. I loved how the panties clung to her bare, hairless pussy so I could see the curve hatay escort and pout of her labia. Posing in the mirror together, we smiled enjoying how we looked in our naughty outfits.

“What do you think about when you masturbate?” She asked with a serious tone while we stood together.

“I think about you sometimes, and sometimes I think about us. I think about what we’ve done together and what we’ve talked about doing,” I said gazing into her eyes reflected in the mirror.

“You don’t fantasize about other women?” Barbara asked still serious.

I took her in my arms “You are my fantasy,” I said simply and hugged her tight. I could practically feel her melt in my arms.

The day at home was as normal as is possible for two deeply in love (and lust) scantily clad ,life-long lovers. We were never far away from each other which made the frequent caresses and kisses as inevitable as they were pleasurable. I caught Barbara staring at my mesh clad cock almost as often as I ogled her luscious 34 DD breasts straining against her corset, or her pussy lips pushing against her red panties. Each time she stared at me or touched me, my cock grew, easily visible through the nearly transparent fabric of my bikinis. She smiled every time I got hard.

We ate lunch together chatting with our bare feet firmly planted in each other crotches. With her feet, Barbara massaged my cock into a raging hard-on, leaking precum, and I rubbed my feet against her pussy until I could feel dampness seeping through the thin material of her panties. It was wonderful, intimate, and sexy

The day passed by in a blur and dinnertime came and went before I knew it.

“Dinner was yummy. A perfect pre-show meal,” Barbara said wiping lips after we ate. “Let’s clean up and get the show on the road,” she goaded.

We stood side by side at the sink as we washed and dried the dinner dishes. The whole time we were up against each other. I’d rub my barely restrained cock against her butt, which she thrust out against me. She would repeatedly brush her firm breasts against my back. At one point she knelt down to massage my cock with her hands, which were damp from washing dishes.

“I really love my cock you know.” Barbara’s lips were mere inches away from my throbbing hard-on and I could feel her warm breath on me. “It is my cock. You just carry it around for me,” she continued. “I can’t wait for you to show it off to me. To show me how you love it as much as I do,” she said gazing up at me while rubbing on me firmly.

I moaned.

Before long clean up was over and the dishes were stowed. Her expectant look at me, said it all: Show time.

With a silent gulp, aided by the multiple glasses of wine I’d had during dinner, I took Barbara’s hand and began, “Time to leave for the theater.”

“Wherever shall we go?” she asked batting her eyelids again with pretend confusion.

“Follow me. Your seat awaits you. Front row center. Best seat for the best show,” I said deciding to jump into the role play. I led her upstairs to our bedroom.

“Please make yourself comfortable right here.” I pointed to the foot of our bed. I piled up some pillows there for her comfort and some more against the headboard for me. “Please turn off all cell phones, pagers and other electronic devices. For the performer’s safety, please, no flash photography. Video and/or audio recording is allowed for this show as per previous agreement,” I recited a variation of the litany we’d heard so many times at the theater. “Please have your tickets ready to show the usher.”

Barbara’s eyes widened. “But I have no ticket. I must have misplaced it. Whatever shall I do?” she asked in mock terror.

“I’m sure we can work out an appropriate form of payment at a later time,” I answered smiling wolfishly. “Please be aware that this is an adults only show, nobody under the age of 18 is allowed. You did bring a photo id didn’t you?” I asked continuing my role.

“I’m afraid not. But I can show you these,” she answered opening her corset and allowing her gorgeous breasts to spill free. “And this,” she spread her legs wide, and pulled aside her panties so I could see her labia which were beginning to swell. “Would that be enough to get me into the show?” you asked.

I tore my eyes away from her crotch and answered, “Yes. That will most definitely do.”

“I’m so glad. I really want to see this show. I’ve been looking forward to it all day long,” Barbara breathed.

I continued with my role play. “The management reminds you that this is a highly interactive show. The audience is strongly encouraged to demonstrate appreciation at any time during the performance. You may also be asked for direct participation at various points. This is for your enjoyment and we suggest that you throw yourself into the action as much as you feel comfortable doing … and we hope you feel very comfortable.” I was really starting to have fun. “Now sit back, do not relax, and enjoy.”

I dimmed the overhead ığdır escort lights and lit some candles. I turned on the iPod that I had preloaded with sexually themed songs, then stood in front of her. “You may inspect ‘the material’ before the show begins,” I said slightly thrusting my hips toward Barbara as I pulled my tee shirt off over my head.

She licked her lips as she reached out to me. I felt her hands caress me through the mesh and my cock swelled. She continued to stroke me as I grew harder stretching the thin fabric of my underwear. “Mmmmm. The ‘material’ looks pretty good to me through these, but I would like a closer look,” she said.

“By all means, make as close an inspection as you like,” I replied.

Barbara’s fingers slid up the inside of the underwear, cupping then stroking my naked balls before she slowly pulled them off fully exposing me. My stiff cock bobbed free in front of her.

“Yes, it definitely looks better like this,” she purred. “Let’s get a good look at everything shall we. Spread your legs for me,” she commanded.

“The audience is always right,” I said as I opened my legs wide for her.

“Definitely high quality ‘material’. Nice and smooth.” Barbara rubbed her hands over my hair-free balls and back toward my butt. “Good and firm.” Her hands stroked up and down my rock hard shaft. “Material of this quality should be on the best display possible,” she said tightening the cockstrap by one snap thereby pushing my surging balls and throbbing cock even farther forward. “That will make for a much better show, don’t you think?”

The sensation of the cockstrap tightening around me was incredible and was further amplified by the feel of her fingernails gently scraping down the full length of my shaft. I gasped and my knees buckled slightly. She smiled, obviously happy with herself and the power over me that she was openly wielding.

“You definitely pass inspection. On with the show!” Barbara said with a wave of her hand.

It took a lot of concentration, but despite the sexy prelude, I willed my hard-on to deflate at least at little bit. I sat down on the bed and reclined against the pillows that I had piled up at the headboard. My semi-flaccid cock drooped against my stomach, but was pushed forward along with my balls by the cockstrap.

“Please make yourself comfortable in any way that you want,” I said.

Barbara pushed my feet a bit farther apart and scooted up closer to me saying, “I want a good view. I don’t want to miss a single moment.” She reached over to the bedside table and touched a button on her cell phone setting the camera in motion.

I was surprised when I felt a tingle of excitement run through me with the knowledge that I was being recorded. I ran my hands down my neatly trimmed chest toward my groin. “I don’t want you to miss a thing either,” I said and began slowly running my fingers through the short tuft of pubic hair just above my strapped cock. As it began to stir, with my right hand I ran my fingers over my hairless balls gently stroking them so that they began to surge against the leather strap. I was staring right at my wife and saw her eyes widen. I bent my knees, further spreading my legs so that I could extend my stroking down onto my perineum, the space between my balls and anus. She shifted restlessly between my legs and I heard her breathing pick up. My cock grew rapidly.

“I like it when you see me get hard for you. I love being hard for you,” I said staring intently at her. I ran both hands down over my balls and then back up the underside of my now fully erect and throbbing cock. “Do you like me being hard for you?” I teased.

Barbara locked her eyes on my hands rubbing over my cock, and panted “Yes. I love your hard dick.”

“How much do you love my hard cock?” I continued to tease now pulling at my balls while wrapping my other hand around my shaft.

“I really, really love your cock and what it does for me.” Her breasts were heaving up and down as her breathing continued to pick up. I slid my hand slowly up and down the length of my shaft pausing to squeeze the tip, making it swell even more.

“And what can my throbbing, aching, rock hard cock do for you?” I asked. My breathing was also speeding up as I stimulated myself more.

“It can fuck me deep in my pussy,” she said. Wrestling back the control I could hear slipping away from her, she added, “But not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to show me how you hand fuck yourself ’til you explode.”

When Barbara said the word “fuck”, it was so lust filled that I caught my breath. It was incredibly erotic, laying on the bed with my legs spread wide in front of her. I was her show, on display for her pleasure and I was loving it. I let go of my cock so that it slapped loudly against my stomach. I sat up and leaned in close to her. I was just inches from her body. Heat simmered off of her and it spurred me on. “I so want to do that for you,” I purred into Barbara’s ear.

A low moaned escaped her lips ısparta escort as she stiffened.

“Audience participation time. I’d like you to add some of that lube that’s on the table …. please,” I said with my lips against her ear. I nibbled gently on her earlobe and felt her shudder. Then I laid back against the pillows, put my arms behind my head, and spread my legs as wide as I could.

Barbara smiled. She reached for the bottle of lube, “Of course. Anything to help the performance.”

As I lay there, she dramatically dribbled a generous amount of the lube over my raging hard-on. When the cold gel hit me I gasped and that brought a wicked smile to her lips. I moaned loudly letting her know how much I liked it.

“Please continue with the show,” Barbara instructed.

At her encouragement I began rubbing the cool lube over my balls, massaging them against the tight leather strap

“Mmmm. That feels nice,” I said continuing to spread the slippery stuff up over my throbbing hard-on. “Almost as good as feeling your warm, wet pussy juices on me,” I added and wrapped one hand around my shaft . “Mmmm. Wet and slippery. Just the way I like it. Just the way you are.” I slowly slid my fist up the length of my cock. I moved my hand back down the length of my shaft pulling my skin taunt so that every vein stood out and my cockhead bulged. I did this a few more times, building up the intensity of the stimulation. My cock was rock hard, rigid, pulsing and glistening in the candle light, covered in slippery wetness.

Barbara’s eyes had been locked on my hand until she glanced up at me. She smiled and deliberately and sensuously licked her lips. “That looks so hot,” she pronounced, adding, “You treat my cock so well.”

I paused my stroking, letting myself back down from my building orgasm. I didn’t want this show to end too quickly. I held my stiff cock upright with my hand, catching my breath, trying to keep from cumming.

Barbara picked up the cell phone and scooted even closer to me, until she was sitting snugly between my thighs. She pointed the camera directly at my pulsating cock. “I love seeing you like this, spread eagle and open in front of me.” She was narrating my “show” for the camera, goading me on and we both knew that it would work. “My cock looks so good like this, all stiff and shiny, your hand wrapped around it making it stiffer and harder. Don’t stop. Keep going. I want to see more.”

I felt her hand push on my thigh, encouraging me to spread my legs even wider, opening me up even more for her viewing and recording pleasure. Her fingers stroked my skin. I wrapped my legs around her and began sliding my hand up and down my pulsing hard-on. I started slowly at first. Long strokes from the base where the cockstrap encircled me, all the way to the tip where I added an extra squeeze and a twist. The sensations were familiar and great, but even more fabulously erotic because of Barbara’s voyeurism. I knew that each stroke made my cock head swell and I wanted her to see that. I wanted her to see everything; me open and exposed under her scrutiny. I wanted to perform for her and please her.

“Yes. Yes. Stroke that cock for me. Show me how you please yourself,” she said holding the camera phone steady. “I want every single second.”

I let myself go, releasing all inhibitions under her urging and began to pump my cock in earnest. Faster and faster I slid my hand up and down my slippery hard shaft. Unconsciously I began thrusting my hips in coordination with each stroke. Past the sound of the blood pounding in my ears, I heard Barbara panting and could feel her body swaying in unison with my movements. I was on the edge, lost in a haze of self pleasure and the joy of sharing it with her.

“Cum for me! Cum for me!” she called out.

My hand was tight around my cock, as I bucked my hips upward and exploded. Her fingernails dug hard into my thigh at that moment intensifying my climax. Jets of warm cum erupted up into the air and then down onto my stomach and chest. I continued pumping my cock as it spewed what felt like a bucket of cum. Slowly, I came back down to earth, catching my breath as my orgasm faded and my cock softened.

“Wow. That was amazing,” Barbara said as I lay there spent. “You made quite a mess.” I could hear the lust still in her voice. She put the phone back in its cradle on the bedside table “Do you know what you taste like?” she suddenly asked startling me a bit.

“Kind of,” I panted back still trying to catch my breath. “Sometimes I can taste myself on your lips after you make me cum with your mouth. I like that.”

“Like what?” she asked languidly massaging a puddle of still warm cum against my stomach with one hand. She reached over me and adjusted the angle of the phone with her other.

I realized she was still recording. “I like the idea of kissing you after you’ve had me in your mouth. Kissing where you gave me so much pleasure,” I answered.

“So you ‘kind of’ know what you taste like.” I could hear in her voice the gleam that was definitely in her eyes. “Now you can definitely know what you taste like.” In a flash she scooped up some of my cum with her fingers and ran them over my lips before forcing them into my mouth. “We do have to clean up our messes after all don’t we,” she said.

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I got a new toy tonight…from a very special man. I didn’t intend to use it tonight. In fact, I left it in the van. But, for some reason, as I got ready for bed, instead of my usual attire, I chose a floor length pink gown.

As I lay on the couch watching TV, I was enjoying the lingering affects of a rare night out with the girls and also remembering the final 2 hours of my evening. Those stolen hours spent being caressed with his hands…his words…his eyes.

Ah – but back to my new toy…It is a perfectly shaped, wonderfully hard and exquisitely balanced solid glass cock. I thought about the weight of it when I first held it, the sensation as I ran, first my fingertips and them my cupped palm slowly up and down it’s full 7 inches. It was dark so I couldn’t see the details, but I felt them…the slightly raised veins, the realistically shaped head. My first thought was how it would feel to glide my tongue and moistened lips up and down its length – feeling the ridges against the smoothness. The coolness of the glass meeting the heat of my mouth.

As I lay there remembering those moments…and the events afterward…I could feel a heat building inside me…enveloping my body from the inside out. I felt a tingling between my legs…my pussy was getting moist. My right hand strayed to my inner thigh while my left hand cupped my breast and tweaked the nipple…mmmm. I sat up and before I realized I had moved, I was unlocking the van and retrieving eskişehir escort that little brown bag with the fleur de lis on it – the bag containing my gift.

I went to the kitchen counter – and still not really thinking about what I was doing – I turned on the hot water. As the water heated up, I took the soap and squeezed a ribbon from the head to the base and started to massage it with both hands, sliding it under the hot water and giving it a very soapy handjob. After I rinsed it off I took a soft towel and slowly dried every inch and crevice. It was warm to the touch from being under the hot running water.

I walked back to the couch and slid my nightgown up to my hips as I sat down. I reached and pulled my soft chenille throw over me as my hips involuntarily inched towards the edge of the seat. I put my right hand, the hand holding my toy, under the throw and let the weight of it rest against my pelvic bone…not even an inch above my clit. I thought about how it would feel…moving slowly down…brushing against my tingling clit…into my slick, hot pussy. But wait, I wasn’t just thinking about it – my right hand had started to guide that hard glass cock along the path it had just taken in my mind. I inched down farther towards the edge of the couch – the throw covering me as my knees parted and I spread my lips to feel the tip of the cock…mmmm…still warm from the water. I teased myself…sliding the head gaziantep escort slowly in circles around my pussy…moving firmly over my clit like it was nothing more than a speed bump. I moved my left hand under the cover and felt the slickness as I used two fingers to massage my throbbing clit…first gently then with more intensity.

Finally my new toy began looking for a home…the head insistently pushing – trying to enter me. I’m so tight there is some resistance – even with my hot juices making me slick and slippery…but I want to feel it inside me…I push harder. The head slides in – oh! I’m still and enjoy the feeling of this welcome invasion. I oh-so-slowly slide it in…feeling every detail with my inner walls. I keep going until my hand touches my pelvis and is met with a slight thrust from my hips. I’m still again…feeling the fullness inside, squeezing the glass with my muscles. My hand begins to move – still slowly – pulling away from my body until, again, just the tip is inside me. I wait and then begin to let it slide back in…still slowly…letting its weight do most of the work…still tight…still some resistance. I repeat this motion several times…savoring the sensation. My breathing has become shallow…my left hand still between my legs playing with my clit. So sensitive…feeling my heart beat.

Then – as my new toy began to make its 6th or 7th slow descent into my pussy, my patience giresun escort breaks. I thrust it in me quickly – all the way…the force of the motion making me catch my breath. I begin to fuck myself – harder and faster…the fingers on my left hand working furiously as I slam this wonderful gift into my hot, wet pussy. I begin to feel my muscles start to contract…I don’t even care that it’s so soon…it feels so good. As I cum, I leave the cock pushed in to the base and begin to turn it…feeling the ridges move against my contracting muscles…oh, so good – I close my eyes and revel in the shudders going through my body. As my orgasm subsides I feel the glass cylinder begin to slide away. But my pussy has other ideas and contracts again – holding it inside me. I begin to move my right hand again – steady but no longer slow. I hear the wet noises as I slide the cock in and out – steadily pounding my pussy – enjoying the weight of the motion. All of a sudden, I’m coming again…this time I keep thrusting – not relenting – steady…oh, it feels so good…to just abandon myself to the pleasure…throwing my head back and biting my lip to keep quiet. As my body begins to calm, I can feel my heart racing. My hand starts to slow – still rhythmic…as if reluctant to call an end to this initiation. But I must…I gently slide the glass cock out from between my dripping lips and lay there…letting my breathing and heartbeat become regular again.

I bring my gift out from under the throw…it is glistening…a small pool of my cum in the crevices of the head. I take my finger and dip it into that small pool – swirling it around the tip before I place it between my lips. I taste myself as I start to think about the full report I’ve been asked to give about my new toy.

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Sometimes I wear brightly colored panties under them because I know some of my pairs are very thin. I like to make whoever is looking at this 34 year-olds round ass think about what’s between the leggings and the skin.

Would it make you wonder?

Knowing that you can almost see what lies beneath, and yet knowing you’d have to unwrap it like a present. Watching your face light up as you peel off the leggings, revealing an already damp spot on my brightly colored panties.

The scent hits your nose and a lustful look comes over your face. You move your face closer to the damp spot, the alluring scent drawing you in. But you’re stopped abruptly by my feet on your chest. My strong legs gently, but firmly, pushing you back.

You’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself and you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. Not yet. Because this is my show for you.

On second thought…

You may use just the finger tips of your index and middle finger and run them up and down your shaft on the outside of those formfitting boxer briefs.

You’re watching my hands as they slowly caress my neck and my chest. I move them to those delicious globes you love and you really see how big they look compared to my small hands. You want to badly to touch them, but you know I won’t allow that.

I pull a breast out of my bra and squeeze it gently before I run my fingertip over my pert little nipple. You watch it grow, and I see your cock continue to grow. The outline becomes so much clearer in those tight boxer briefs.

I slowly roll my nipple between my finger tips and bite my lip. I know that drives you wild. You shift in your position, giving me a better view of your cock because you know it drives me wild. I pull my other breast out and pinch its nipple. My eyes close and I moan at the sensation of both nipples being toyed with. The damp spot on my panties grows elazığ escort darker as you see my body responding to the attention, right before your unwavering stare.

I remove my fingers from my nipples as I watch your face respond to how taut and large I’ve made them. I move my hands over my stomach, enjoying the feel of my soft skin as I slowly move my hands down to my mound. I watch you lick your lips in anticipation.

I start to toy with the waistband of my panties and I hear your breath quicken. I give you a lustful smirk as you watch my hand disappear under the bright color. I dip my finger into my honey pot, bring it back out, and hold it under your nose for just a couple seconds before I put open my mouth to suck my finger clean. I tell you how fantastic I taste and you pout because you want to taste too.

I bring my hand back down to my mound and start to run my finger over the damp spot. I moan again at the touch. I reach through the sides of my panties and spread my pussy lips. You see the outline of my folds through the fabric and it’s driving you crazy!!

I continue running my fingertips over the damp fabric and you watch the wet spot grow darker and darker as I tease myself and you. You move towards me, but again, I put you in your place. This is a show for you and you will watch it. You will watch me do to myself what I imagine your mouth doing to me.

I bring my thumbs up to the waistband of the panties, lift up my hips, and slowly slide them off. I reach down to my feet, grab my panties and hold them just centimeters from your nose. Do you smell my arousal?

You groan, and I take advantage of your mouth being open. I shove the damp spot in and you get just a teasing taste of me. You savor the taste, but spit them out and call me a teasing slut. I’m loving this and a smirk hits my face.

I bring my knees up, erzincan escort feet planted firmly on the bed. I open myself up to you, the beautiful pink, glistening cunt that you’ve been aching to see. I leave myself open for you to see as I tease my nipples again. Gently gliding my palms over them, stopping only to grab handfuls of my ample breasts before I go back to my nipples. Your cock twitches as you run your fingertips up and down your shaft through the fabric.

I bring my hands down to my aching snatch. I use one hand to open my lips further as the fingers from my other hand glides towards my dripping hole to gather juices. I slowly run my fingers over my inner folds. Up and down. Up and down. I circle around my swelling bud, the same way you do with that that fantastic tongue of yours. I see you licking your lips, following the motions I’m making with my fingers.

I moan when I finally let myself touch my swollen clit, peeking out from its hood. I plunge my fingers back into to my sopping wet cunt and pull out more of those juices you would love to taste. I spread the juice all over my clit as I continue to lazily trace around it and over it. I love how my fingers glide over my pussy, even though it’s not nearly as satisfying as when you use your talented tongue.

You hear me moan as I allow my fingers to move faster over my clit. I watch your fingers move faster over your cock. The scent of my arousal is filling the space between us and you can’t take your eyes off my fingers. But I make them disappear, as I slide two of my fingers into my waiting hole, the hole that you love to poke and prod with your tongue.

You see me tense as I find that most sensitive part just inches inside my dripping hole. You watch my hand work in my pussy and it’s killing you that my clit is just ripe for taking.

You watch me writhe in pleasure, erzurum escort and I see the hunger on your face. Like a good tease, I pull my soaked fingers out of my pussy, pull your mouth open and place them in. I feel your tongue desperately lapping up my dew and I get wetter knowing what your tongue would do to me if that were my pussy.

I take my saliva soaked fingers and put them back into my tight hole. Our juices mixing together, I work my fingers in and out, before I bring their sloppiness back out to my clit. I flick my finger back and forth over my clit and slide my fingers up and down my folds. I pull my hand back to give you a good look before I thrust my fingers into my depths and go back to that spot that drives me wild.

My fingers are working deep inside me, and you are incredibly jealous of them. You know my honey pot is where your throbbing hard cock belongs. My fingers continue to work me into a fluster. I’m grinding and thrusting against my hand, and crying out. You know my pussy is tightening around my fingers because my hand isn’t moving in and out as much as it was before. Your cock would do anything to feel my tightness closing in rather than the tightness of being constrained against that fabric.

My eyes are close and I’m biting my lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. You watch my body get tenser and tenser and you know I’m so very close!!!

My mouth opens as I cry out in complete ecstasy, and my whole body shakes as my orgasm rips through me!! You watch in awe because you’ve never had a good look at all of me when I cum. My body comes to a rest, and I open my eyes. I pull my fingers out of my still pulsing hole, which you’re staring at. Until I take my soaked fingers and put them in my open mouth. I close my lips around my fingers, savoring my taste. You wish it was your cock in my mouth. And you wish it was my fingers in your mouth.

I finally tell you that you are released from your position and allow you to clean up the mess that I’ve made using your grateful mouth. I’m so sensitive that I jump at your touch, and your expert mouth quickly brings me to orgasm again, flooding your face with the nectar you’ve been yearning for.

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