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An unfettered dirty mind

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The Guest (Part 2)
Posted:Oct 8, 2018 9:30 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2021 2:30 pm
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“Take off your clothes.”

Brighid smiled at the memory of the first time she had heard that command. Her Master had a tone that made you want to obey. She had two years ago — and never regretted it. She watched as the young woman — she looked about twenty whereas Brighid was mid-thirties — hesitated briefly before laying her outer coat and handbag on a nearby chair. It was not long before all her clothes also sat on the chair. She disrobed without the fluidity of a stripper, yet Brighid found her actions oddly erotic.

Mandy, in most physical things, was the opposite of Brighid. She had short-blond hair; Brighid’s was auburn and touched her ass. She had nice tits. Probably a C-cup Brighid guessed; Brighid’s were big and pendulous — an F-cup, possibly G. Brighid’s eye swept over the flat stomach. Momentarily, she felt self-conscious of her own curvy belly. There were many polite ways to describe, but she was fat. Mandy’s cunt was hairless — probably waxed, Brighid thought. Hers was a thick bush of auburn pubic hair. As Mandy turned around to face her Master, Bright thought she had a lovely arse — small, round and firm. For the first time, stirrings between her legs suggested that it would be enjoyable to caress and squeeze that arse.

Brighid watched as her Master inspected Mandy. It brought back memories of the first time for her. Pangs of jealousy gnawed at her. They deepened as he squeezed her tits while standing behind her, his thick hard cock rubbing along Mandy’s arse crack. She watched him expertly pull and twist on youthful nipples, causing just the right amount of pain as well as pleasure. She watched as Mandy moaned and swayed under her Master’s touch, her body played like a fine musical instrument. By the time, her Master was rubbing and probing Mandy’s cunt, Brighid’s fingers were already deep in her own cunt. God, she was so wet.

“On your knees,” the command was given and obeyed.

Mandy kneeled and looked at the beautiful uncut cock and plum-sized balls before her. There was lust, worship and awe in the young woman’s eyes. The same that was always in Brighid’s gaze. She wanted to bound across the bed, push Mandy aside and take her Master’s cock in her mouth, but she was horribly drawn to the scene before her and the feelings rampaging through her body. She watched as Mandy sucked her Master’s cock. She moaned loudly as he face-fucked Mandy. She almost orgasmed as she heard Mandy choke on the thick throbbing cock and gasp for breath. She wanted to deep kiss Mandy and taste the cum that oozed from her lips.
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The Guest (Part 1)
Posted:Oct 4, 2018 9:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:12 am
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Brighid moaned as her Master’s fingers moved slowly, rhythmically in and out of her hole. Sometimes she yelped as he touched a bruised area. As always, he had fucked her hard — brutally. His foreplay could — and did, drive her to heights of desire that previously she had never experienced. But his fucking was uncompromisingly driven by a primal need to hurt and dominate. In public, he was attentive, polite, well-mannered and patient — an old-fashioned gentleman. In private, he was an animal whose only goal was satisfying his dark urges.

Now, she lay beside him enjoying the long, strong fingers that probed and stretched her hole. He had fucked her asshole, filling it with his seed. His milk was her preferred lubrication. She smiled at the soft, slurping noises and grinned at the occasional fart. She knew her anus gaped from his fucking, so having his fingers inside her was no hardship. She moaned and ground down on his hand, wanting him deeper inside her. “Fist my hole, Master. Please.” She grimaced at her whining tone, but she wanted his hand deeper inside her. She wanted, needed, to be hurt more.

The on the apartment door startled her. He smiled, “A present for you.” She lay back on the bed resting on several stacked pillows. Sweat from their exertions trickled down between her ample tits. She licked her lips tasting the salty tang of his cum. Man-seed oozed from cunt and hole. She was always amazed — and delighted, at his stamina, the hardness of his cock and the volume of his man-milk. As he padded to answer the door, Brighid played with her clit and cunt lips. They throbbed, swollen and sore. He had beaten her cunt with his hand, then whips and paddles before fucking her. The tingling of bruising in her tits reminded her that they had not escaped his primal slaps and bites.

There was a second on the door, and she wondered who it could be. He was her Master and her Owner. After several years of training, she trusted him totally. She worshiped his cock. Inwardly, she sniggered as she watched his ass disappear from view. She also worshiped his firm ass. For a man of his age, he had great muscle tone and beautiful ass-cheeks. She hoped he would allow her to tongue his ass crack, hole and balls later. She loved the tang of sweat and shit. God, she was a slut.

She heard voices — one was female. The outer door closed and she heard footsteps coming back to the master bedroom. Her heart beat faster. She was curious and a little afraid. She thought about pulling the sheets over her body but disregarded that notion. Her Master was very firm that she should always be naked in the apartment — even if they had guests. It took her a while to get used to this. Now she automatically disrobed when she entered. The sound of heels on the hardwood floor told her that their visitor was still clothed.

The guest stood and gazed self-consciously around the room. Her eyes widened at the collection of toys — whips, paddles, ropes, dildos, vibes, and clamps — almost a sex shop selection that rested on chairs, window-ledges, and side-tables. She smiled nervously at Brighid and whispered, “Hi, I’m Mandy.” Brighid gave her a big smile and returned the greeting.
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Cock - A Fairy Tale
Posted:Dec 30, 2017 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2019 11:05 am
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It was a beautiful cock — the first of its kind and the model for all future cocks, although none could ever match its breathless dimensions. Cock — for that indeed was its name, was dusky-pink and brown along its shaft, which was as thick as a man’s forearm. Its length was beyond discussion for it was the king of all cocks. The slight upward curve of the shaft was enough to position the fist-sized head to give maximum pleasure. The shaft appeared carved, but this was due to the thick veins that climbed like ivy from its base to its tip. Blood continually pumped and recirculated along its length, making the shaft permanently hard and always throbbing.

With the foreskin pulled back — for Cock was uncut — the crowning bulbous head was revealed in all its smooth, deep red glory. The peehole was wide. Like water from a fireman’s hose, Cock could gush cum with stunning force and almost limitless volume. When not fucking, Cock oozed pre-cum. Its huge head was permanently lubed and glistened. Balls the size of apples, and forever full of cock-milk, hung in a fleshy sac whose sweaty-musky smell, ridges and crenulations gave pleasure to a worshipper’s senses.

Cock was a shameless, rampant predator. The creature’s only goal was to fuck every hole it came in contact with — mouth, cunt, and ass — male and female. No door or hole could refuse Cock entry. For this reason, Cock was attached to the ugliest, pot-bellied man on earth and locked behind an enchanted door. But Cock bided its time, knowing inevitability that his man would one day succumb and Cock would overwhelm his brain. At that moment, all man’s decisions would be ruled by the massive shaft that constantly throbbed between his legs. Today, Cock conquered man and broke the spell on his prison. For the first time since it was created, Cock stepped outside.

She was known as Sleeping Beauty; a flaxen-haired princess forever cursed to sleep until kissed by Prince Charming — on which lips was never entirely defined. The sheets of her four-poster bed were of exquisite silk. The mattress was enchanted to ensure she never suffered cramps or bed sores. The Princess slept naked — after all, what need for clothes did she have? Her skin was alabaster white and without blemish. Her cunt mound was swathed in a full bush of blonde hair. The only sign that she was sleeping, not dead, was the rhythmic rise and fall of her firm, round tits.

Cock climbed the spiral stairway to Beauty’s sanctuary. It seemed as if Cock’s peehole smiled as each door surrendered to the thick weapon’s presence. The man who carried Cock was a pervert who loved to play with Cock and fondle the apple-sized balls. He drooled at the sight of the nude Princess. Pre-cum made his fingers slippery. Awake, the girl would never have countenanced his company. Now he transported Cock to her. The shaft throbbed and swayed as he walked. The mattress groaned as he mounted the bed.

Beauty moaned. In her dreams, she spread her legs and pulled on pink nipples. In real life, her thighs eagerly spread for she could do no other in Cock’s presence. Cock slapped the fleshy, hair-covered mound. Without ceremony, the long-sealed cunt crack was breached. Cock forced its way into her cunt, expecting to find a dry, fleshy cavern. To his surprise, the Princess’ cunt was pleasantly wet. Cock laughed at this discovery. Perhaps the mere presence of Cock and the musty, fishy smells of cum emanating from the beast were enough to prompt lubrication. Cock fucked her hard and deep. Centuries of frustration and masturbation were washed away in a frenzy of unrestrained fucking. Cock fucked Beauty’s cunt and then her hole. Huge balls caressed her lips, and she automatically sucked and licked them. Cock moaned in pleasure and then ruined her throat.

Cock snorted — if a cock could snort, as his man stood up. Cum gushed from his peehole covering Beauty in strings of hot man-seed. From, head to toe the Princess was covered in a thick glaze of man-honey. Cock laughed. Let that skinny bastard, Prince Charming, kiss the bitch now.

Throughout it all, the Princess made no sound and only moved under the influence of the hard penetrations. Yet, Beauty’s tits seemed to rise and fall faster and there appeared to be a knowing smile on her lips. Her hands no longer were crossed over her tits, but between her legs. Long fingers slowly, imperceptibly fucked her cunt. In her dreams, she longed for Cock’s return and a real cock in her royal holes. She wondered if Cock had knocked her up. That would give Prince Charming a surprise!

Further down the road, Cock gained full control of his man and searched for more holes to fuck. The intoxicating scent of Sleeping Beauty’s cunt radiated from his warm shaft. The Three Little Pigs had been expecting a visit from the Big Bad Wolf. Instead, the door of the house was flung open wide to announce the presence of Cock. In terror, the fat little pigs squealed and ran around the room, looking for a hiding place. There was none. Soon they were tied with their snouts in the eating trough and their pink asses exposed. Each piggy asshole was fucked over and over and filled with thick cum. To add insult to injury, Cock pissed on them before he left.

Curious sounds came from the Gingerbread House, and Cock peered in the sugar-cane window. His peehole smiled. The Witch rocked back and forth in her chair. She was naked. In one hand she held a knobby broomstick handle which was furiously thrust in and out of her cavernous cunt. With the other, she pulled and squeezed large saggy tits. Her eyes were glazed over and set on something just out of Cock’s view. A shift in position and Cock understood.

Hansel and Gretel had come to an understanding with the Witch. For not throwing her in the oven, she promised to shield them from the Woodcutter. Far from wanting to rescue the brother and sister, the Woodcutter lusted over both of their young bodies and holes. But Hansel and Gretel soon became bored — it was after all a small, one-bedroom cottage. They needed entertainment. So the Witch vastly improved Hansel’s cock and stamina and gave Gretel huge tits, a cunt that would never be satisfied and a hole that put up no resistance to any cock. Every day the trio engaged in an orgy of perversion. At this time, the Witch was indulging in her favorite pastime — masturbating while slut Gretel rode her brother’s cock. When Hansel came in his sister, the Witch would eagerly eat Gretel’s cunt and clean his cock.

Cock felt the touch of his man’s hand on his skin and the stroking of the thick shaft. The Witch was not the only one to like watching the brother and sister fuck. For once, Cock walked on. A Witch and her spells were not something Cock wanted to risk — at least not yet.

It was a pretty cottage with white painted walls and red tiles. Cock sniffed. He knew who was inside. “Oh my,” said Granny, “I was expecting someone else.” Granny licked full, pink lips as Cock came closer. “How on earth, did you escape?” Granny was very old. As old as Cock and knew the story of Cock’s imprisonment. Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide as Cock came closer. Old she was, but Granny had a body and libido of a voluptuous mid-40s woman. Ample tits with chocolate nipples and areolae fell to each side of her chest — Granny was always naked. Her belly was pleasantly fat and from her navel it swept down to a dense mound of ginger hair that covered her cunt.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Cock? Fuck me.”

Granny moaned and writhed with intense pleasure at the pounding of her cunt, hole, and mouth. Cock had been restrained for so long that there was no holding back the primal hard thrusting. There was no foreplay — just an overiding selfish need to satisfy Cock’s desires. As Cock withdrew with a soft plop and the slurping of body fluids, Granny felt the bed sopping wet. Limitless gushes of cum filled, overflowed and washed her. Her squirt juices added to the wet. She had orgasmed multiple times enjoying the rough, no-holds barred treatment the thick-shafted Cock had visited on her.

“The wolf will be delayed, Granny. He finally caught up with the bastard pigs. They were exhausted after I finished with them.” Cock spoke through the man, for indeed the man was no longer present and was just the body that carried Cock.

Granny chuckled, “Not very particular, are you Cock? You’ll fuck any hole. But Big Bad Wolf will always turn up. Like you, it’s his nature. I’d miss that big snout in my cunt and, oh he has such a long tongue. He can tickle my cervix with the tip of his tongue.” She thought for a moment and sighed, “I’ll just be a little disappointed when he fucks me now.”

Ready to leave, Cock turned about but was stopped by the red-cloaked person before him. “Where the fuck are you going, Cock?” The person was small — less than five foot. As the cloak fell from her shoulders, it revealed a slim, naked body. She had no tits to speak off, but this was balanced by her huge puffy nipples. Her cunt was shaven — and with good reason. “On your back,” she commanded. Few argued with the tiny terror. Cock now pointed up at the ceiling as she padded over and straddled him.

She grasped Cock and rubbed the bulbous head along her cunt crack enjoying the flow of pre-cum that lubed her. Her cunt opened up and like petals on a rose her lips pushed out beyond the slit. She was already swaying and moaning as her mind considered Cock. There was no doubt Cock’s enormous size was a challenge for her. In one fluid motion, she impaled herself on Cock. Screaming, she rose up and down the full length of the shaft. It glistened with her cunt juices. Gritting her teeth through the pain of her torn cunt, she rode Cock faster and faster. Sweat coated her pale skin and droplets fell to the floor.

She screamed once more, “Oh fuck yes. Come out you .” From within her cunt lips, a pink clit emerged. The size of a small cock it rubbed up and down Cock. As she rode harder, the clit rubbed harder and seemed to grow even more. Cock spurted into her, making her cum hard — over and over until she fell exhausted on the cold cottage floor.

In the background, Granny grunted. She had been masturbating to the scene, enjoying her granddaughter’s actions. “The ’s always been like that. Can’t see why anyone would think otherwise. The name’s a dead giveaway — Little Red Riding Hood.”

Cock moved on. It was getting dark. There was one more house to visit.

The Queen’s hand rubbed her fat, pearly-pink clit furiously as she watched Cock’s trail of fucking — she lost track of the number of times she had orgasmed since morning and Cock’s escape. The mirror on the wall was indeed a unique mirror — it allowed her to view all the perverted fucking in her kingdom from sunrise to sunset. Now she growled as she realized where Cock was heading. “The Bitch!” she screamed. “He’s going for that bitch of a stepdaughter.” Memories of Snow White between the Queen’s pale thighs and her artful tonguing, the bites on her tits and nipples from sharp, white teeth and the pain from repeated slapping and spanking, made the Queen cum again and even harder than the sight of Cock.

“No, no, no!” came the screams from the wood and brick cottage deep in the forest. On the giant bed, spreadeagled and tied by ankles and wrists, was a very naked Snow White. Around her — and in her, seven dwarfs each with an impressive cock and equally remarkable stamina used her body. The bed creaked and groaned as the tiny men fucked Snow White’s holes seemingly without interruption. Whiplashes raised angry red weals on her pale body. Her huge tits tied tight, and now a deep purple quivered from being beaten and fucked. Nipples were clamped and stretched to breaking. Cunt lips were swollen red gorged with blood and colored by the constant smacking and brutal fucking. Her hole gaped red and angry and oozed cum. The bed was soaked with her squirt juices.

It seemed to Cock that the little men’s efforts were waning. A wild scream of, “Fuck me harder, you little bastards. Beat me until I bleed,” from Snow White put a different complexion on the scene. Indeed, Snow White’s name was the biggest laugh in the kingdom. The ‘innocent’ Princess was both domme and a masochist. When her step-mother could no longer satisfy her, she turned her attention to discovering whether the rumors about the Seven Dwarfs were true — and she was glad they were. All were perverts. All had wonderfully hard cocks. All were more than happy to punish her body. And their cum tasted so wonderfully earthy.

The dwarves cringed as Snow White flayed them with a tongue as sharp as any blade. Even with their renowned strength and stamina, they found it impossible to satisfy the Princess. This evening, a look in their Mistress’ obsidian black eyes made them pause. They watched her pink tongue lick ruby-red lips. Her tits appeared to rise and fall much faster as if in expectation. Curious they turned around. Before the bed was Cock. They gazed in admiration — and envy at Cock. Several bent over and exposed their holes, hoping that Cock would use them. This evening they were disappointed for Cock had one thing on his mind.

The screams and shrieks went on from dusk to dawn as Cock subjected Snow White to the most brutal fucking and beating that she had ever experienced. As morning rose, Snow White lay broken and panting on the bed. Every inch of her body ached. Her skin was covered with thick red weals and multi-colored bruises. Dried blood from scratches and teeth marks flaked from her. Her cunt was torn and bleeding as was her hole. She had lost control of her bladder hours ago. She constantly drooled cum from her mouth. Her jaw felt as if it had been dislocated and she could barely croak from a ruined throat.

Cock stood back, admiring his night’s work. The massive cock was bruised and ached from his efforts. He smiled. He had known that only one slut in the kingdom could genuinely satisfy him. The first rays of the new sun slowly moved from toes to head across Snow White’s body. He watched her body renewed. Soon she was once more a young girl without blemish, her tits firm and her cunt virginal.

“Master, hurt me again. Please.”

Cock smiled and moved closer.

In the palace, the Queen settled herself down with an assortment of dildos and several huntsmen. She looked at the wall, “I need to get a much bigger mirror.”
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The Librarian
Posted:Dec 5, 2017 4:01 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2019 12:47 pm
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He sauntered into the library and strolled in the direction of the reception area. The library smelled of well-thumbed books, wood polish and the faint ent of perfume. Solid wood bookcases in mellow ts of hy-gold were filled to overflowing. Study and tables, and more comfortable lounge seating was attered throughout the single floor. At the reception, the counter was chest-h — low enough to allow for a full look at the librarian’s tits — if she had chosen to show them.

Several elderly patrons vied for the attention of the librarian on duty. It was lunch-time. Apart from a handful of the public, the rest of the staff had eaped. It was the library’s half-day, supposedly for stocktaking, so there was no eape for the librarian.
She was in her early forties. Long brown hair framed a lovely face that bore a patient smile. Dark-rimmed spectacles made her more attractive and served to highlight beautiful, hazel-green eyes. Conservative and slightly over-sized, comfortable clothes in muted ts gave little away of the generous curves beneath the layers. The shirt she wore had several buttons loosed but still was not enough to provide more than a glimpse of cleavage. The sheen of sweat made her face glow, and there was a faint blush on her high cheeks. The AC system was old and not very efficient. Damp patches under her arms embarrassed her — as did the seeming rash of odd book requests asked of her by the patrons.

At the reception, he took a sharp right and walked around to stand beside her. She straightened up, surprised and annoyed. She was about feet tall. “You are not permitted behind the counter. This area is for staff only,” she said. Irritation put a high flush on her cheeks. It suited her.

“Random state library board inspection,” he said loud enough for the ears of those still in the library. He flashed an ID, but she was not convinced. He held up a hand, slipped a flash drive from his tan pants pocket and slipped it into the USB port of the laptop on her desk. He stepped back a pace to enjoy her reaction.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. The subject that commanded her attention was the young female gyrating seductively on the reen. Cupping ample yet youthfully firm tits, she squeezed and pushed them forward. The volume on the laptop was low, but with the exaggerated lip movement it was still loud enough to make out what the naked young slut was saying, “Suck my tits, daddy.”

“Your is a very sexy young woman,” he said with a knowing smile.

“You bastard!”

“Careful, you have customers, Jennie. You would not want them to see or hear too much.”

Caught in a dilemma, she turned with a false smile to the next in the line. She needed time to process what was happening. Now and then she glanced at the laptop. The ene looped, ing over and over. It annoyed her that apart from the disgusting show, she had not realized how hot her looked.

Jennie’s skirt was ankle-length, split at the side from hem to waist with a braided leather belt through its hoops. -buttons fastened the split's edges. He moved close behind her, his crotch with an obviously hard cock rubbed against her ass. She murmured as she felt his hands on the belt and the waistband repositid until the slit was at her back and the buckle within easy reach. With a whisper of leather and cloth, the belt was removed. The soft popping of buttons heralded that her skirt was now open from ankle to waist. Only a single button kept the dress from falling to the floor. A soft AC breeze wafted across her ass.

“Please. no, not here,” she whispered, “Some will see.”

Large hands caressed her arse cheeks over white cotton panties. The briefs covered most of her arse to her waist. Not for this lady, the temptation of thong or bikini panties. Strangely it added to her allure. He slipped both hands under the waistband pulling the panties down below well-padded cheeks. Taking a few moments, he admired her ample ass. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed squeezing and kneading the soft, dimpled flesh. She cried softly with humiliation as he dug fingers into the pale cheek.

He tugged on the briefs and slowly edged them down over thick thighs and shapely calves. By the time he reached her ankles, he was kneeling on the wooden floor, his tanned face opposite her ass. He inhaled, enjoying the ent of her ass mixed with a hint of cunt juices and sweat. He slapped her ankles, and she lifted foot at a time as her panties were pulled clear.

Her cheeks were grasped and spread, widening the cleft between them and exposing her puckered pink hole. She tensed as his tongue traced a line down her ass crack into her hole. She moaned involuntarily as he expertly rimmed her hole. She kept glancing at the figure on the laptop reen, her mind frantiy seeking a way from her quandary. With remarkable composure, she fielded questions from those before her counter as his tongue and lips thoroughly explored her arse.

It was when his tongue opened up her hole and pushed inside that she moaned, “Oh god no.” He enjoyed her hole, and his hand slipped between her legs. Jennie’s thighs were sweaty, but he relished their slippery wetness, before rubbing along her cunt. He sensed her outer labia fat and swollen, an inner lip pushed out like a tongue. As he opened up her slit, the rose petals burst forth. She moaned softly as his finger opened up her cunt and probed inside. Unthinking she ground against his touch. She was very tight. It was so long since her cunt had been used. Her hole had never been treated in this manner.

He stood up and sampled the fragrance of her hole and her cunt trapped by a full bush — musky and dirty. She sighed with relief — and with some disappointment as his hand and tongue ceased their enjoyment of her cunt and hole. “Slut,” he whispered in her ear. “Your cunt is flowing with juices. You can feel the sticky wetness of your hy between your thighs.” She shook her head in denial. “You need something on that bottom shelf,” he said loudly. She shook her head. She knew where this was going. He smiled and pressed a key on her laptop.

The ene changed and she now she watched her ’s head bobbing up and down on a long, thick cock. Mesmerized she watched the young woman stroke the throbbing cock, lick around the big purple head and take it down her throat. Mother gasped as her was face-fucked. She listened to the sounds of her choking on the cock’s girth, watched drool flow from her lips to soak balls and tits. Jennie’s hand went to her mouth as she saw the great spurt of cum splash the young slut’s face and tits. Watched the pink tongue lick cum from her lips. Heard the sloppy gulps as her milked the cock.

Worse, she saw the unbridled lust for cock in her ’s eyes. Worse, she found herself admiring her ’s firm, ample tits, flat belly and rounded ass. Worse still, the sight of her ’s lust for cock aroused her, and she wanted to rub her cunt. “No,” she moaned. “It’s not right.” She glared at him for having awoken unspoken, dark passions. “Bastard.”

He nodded downwards. She knew what he was commanding her to do. Giving her customers a “just a minute” smile she got down on her knees. The floor was hard on her knees. As a reminder, he angled the laptop so that she could see her sucking on the cock. She growled, reached up and unzipped his fly. The hard erection now released throbbed before her face. The gaping peehole glistened with pre-cum. Hesitantly she held the shaft and squeezed. A glob of pre-cum oozed from the cockhead. She looked up. He mouthed “Suck my cock bitch.”

She tugged clumsily and nervously at his belt. Finally, it unbuckled, and his pants fell to the floor. He wore no boxers and so his thick, uncut cock was visible. She did not want to like his cock, but the sight of the thickly veined shaft and full balls made her cunt and nipples tingle. She opened her mouth and took the dusky-pink mushroom cockhead in, feeling the smoothness of the skin under her tongue. A hand cupped his balls. The ribbed ure felt good. She squeezed, and he moaned in pain and pleasure. She smiled — it was the first time she had any control over the bastard. The tip of her tongue pushed into his peehole, savoring his pre-cum before licking along the rim of his head. She enjoyed his obvious, if muted, moans of pleasure.

There was little time for a prolonged blowjob. Already there were impatient noises from those in front of the reception counter. Jennie sucked and stroked his cock first slowly and then rapidly. She spat lubricating his throbbing veiny cock. Disturbingly, she found that she enjoyed having the thick warm cock in her mouth. That others were only a short distance away made her heart thump in her chest. She would be fired if caught. She sucked and stroked harder and faster until he burst into her mouth. She gagged as her mouth filled with cum. She glanced at the laptop and saw her with cum flowing from her mouth. Anything her slut could do, so could she. Jennie sucked hungrily and milked the cock, relishing the salty taste of fresh cum.

He pulled from her mouth. She moaned, conflicted between wanting more and wanting to be rid of him. Cum splashed on her light denim shirt. It made dark patches as it soaked in. More cum splattered on her hair. She caught her foot in the hem of her skirt as she tried to stand. The sole remaining -button popped and her dress fell to the floor. She felt him behind her pressing his semi-hard cock against her ass crack, his hands squeezing her ass. Her ass felt wet as the last drops of cum were squeezed from his cock and spread across her cheeks. Involuntarily, she ground back on his cock.

Face flushed and heart pounding she faced her customers once more. How could they not see the cum splashes on her shirt, in her hair and the glistening frosting on her lips? How could they not smell the fishy ent of cum from her? She felt his hands under her shirt and her bra und. Full natural tits released from their bindings were massaged in his strong hands. Nipples neglected for many were pulled and twisted by his fingers. She closed her eyes and swayed with his movements.

“When are we going to see her tits? You promised we’d see her tits.”

The shock at the words startled her. She surfaced gasping from her loss of composure, ashamed at her weakness to resist long-forgotten desires. The sudden realization of the books that she had been asked for came to the fore — The Story of O, Fanny Hill, Justine, Lady Chatterley's Lover, Fifty Shades of Grey to name a few. Some even inquired about boy and Penthouse. She felt his hands seize her tits and squeeze hard. She winced. “Well, your admirers want to see your tits.”

She heard the mocking t of his voice. Then she heard the ripping of her shirt and the sound of buttons bouncing of the library’s wooden floors. Her ample tits — she was a J cup size, were open for all to see. Leering voices drowned out her whimpering, “No, please no.” Holding her arms firmly behind her back, he pushed her to the front of the counter and into the full view of the library’s “customers.” She bent her head in total humiliation as her tits were fondled, squeezed and sucked on by a mix of older men and women. Her luious cunt was probed with aged fingers and tongues. Yet the tingling in her nipples and cunt persisted. The thought that she might in some way enjoy her embarrassment horrified her.

Her eyes closed again, at once trying to blot out her degradation while fighting to hold back the feelings of desire that throbbed deep in her cunt. Multiple fingers probed and squeezed her, tongues sucked on her clit, teeth abraded her nipples driving her towards an orgasm that she fought to resist but also longed for. She felt his cock harden against her ass. It pleased her that this was his reaction to her body. She wanted him to fuck her, but she couldn’t ask.

Dazed and naked she was half-led, half-dragged to an armless square leather couch in the middle of the library. As she was pushed down on her back, she offered little resistance. Her legs sed over the ends, and her big tits flopped to either side of her chest. She watched him tower over her, naked and with a massive thick cock quivering hard and predatory. Around her, computer and TV reens showed the third video of her . She was reaming, “Mommy, mommy! He’s fucking my ass. Oh shit mommy, it’s so sore!” His cock forced her hole open and fucked her mercilessly. Unable to stop herself, Jennie watched mesmerized as her was fucked in her cunt and hole. Cum flowed from her holes.

Worse Jennie enjoyed it. Held by her wrists and ankles, she writhed on the couch. Those holding her were naked. Men masturbated and splashed cum over her, then used their cocks to rub their seed into her face and tits. Her mouth strained to suck the cocks. She wanted to wank the shafts herself. Several women rubbed wet cunts over her face. She had never tasted another woman’s cunt… had never savored her own. Now her face glistened with cunt juice. She squirmed as they ate her cunt. She found herself wanting to lick and suck their cunts. Taken to the hs of lust by strangers, she needed desperately to cum.

She looked up at him. Saw the mocking, knowing smile on his face. The reams of her rang in her ears. “Fuck me you bastard. Show me how you fuck a real woman.” He bent over to lick and bite her tits. She moaned. She strained to push her cunt mound against his hard cock as it rubbed her engorged lips. At last, she gave in and reamed, begged, “I want your cock. Fuck me!” The penetration held nothing back. He drove hard into her slippery cunt and fucked her with relentless savagery. She came almost instantly. The nerve endings in her clit exploded, and her body was wracked with intense euphoric convulsions. “Fuck yes,” she moaned as he filled her long unused cunt with his thick warm shaft. His balls slapped rhythmiy against her cunt increasing her desire.

She had not felt the others release her wrists or her grabbing their cocks and stroking furiously. She was lost in wanton, shameless lust. Her conservative core was shredded to reveal the slut within her. She looked at him again, her eyes unfocused with her hunger. “Fuck my hole. Hurt me.” Her ankles were seized, and her legs pulled roughly upward. Her dark-skinned hole was exposed and vulnerable. She reamed, and her body shuddered as he rammed his cock into a hole that was as tight and virginal as her ’s. She felt her ass split and anus tear as he made the passage his own. The thrusting of his cock felt as if he was in her belly. Her tits added to her pain as they bounced back and forward with each stab.

On the laptop, she watched him fuck her ’s hole and listened to the high-pitched shrieks. He came in Jennie at the same moment that he came in her on the reen. Both cried out in pain and pleasure as their holes were filled with hot man-milk. Both orgasmed at the same time, both bodies shook and trembled at the intensity of the climax. “Oh fuck mommy, it’s so sore… and so good.” Jennie nodded. The mom was in total agreement with her slut .

He stood up and stepped a pace back from her. She lay panting on the couch. Cum oozed from her hole. She caressed cum coated tits, felt cum matt her thick bush and fingered the wetness of her anus. Like the aftershocks of earthquakes, tingling sensations rippled over her skin. He nodded, and the onlookers fell on her like a pack of animals. He enjoyed watching her fucked, sucked and bitten until she was exhausted. He would use her again later.

When it was over, he ped a collar and leash on her neck, pulled her up and led her to the door. Head bowed, she walked submissively, unsteadily and painfully. A trail of body fluid droplets stained the wooden floor. Behind her on the TV reens and laptops ed a new video. A split reen of mom and fucked and used. For the Librarian, life would never be the same. She had no wish for it to be the same.

His black sedan was parked close to the library entrance. Only a few saw her naked body as opened the door and got into the back seat. The tinted windows sheltered her from the sun. The leather seat was cold on her ass. She smiled as she oozed cum from her cunt and hole. The bench would be easy to wipe down. She felt a tongue on her nipple. The gentle sucking and lapping reminded her of breastfeeding her . She looked down at the blonde hair. Her looked up. A twin of her collar was fastened around her neck. “Are we whores mommy?”

Jennie smiled, “Yes. Yes, we are.” They kissed deeply, tasting the last vestiges of cum and closed their eyes to dream of what he had planned for them.
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Airport Fantasies
Posted:Nov 8, 2017 7:53 am
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I was traveling back to Houston recently. The flight was delayed. I was bored. So I began people watching.

There was a blonde woman, mid-30s, short skirt, slim build and lovely legs, sitting at a table not far from me. She was engrossed in her smartphone, oblivious to all around her. Slightly hunched over the table, her top showed a tantalizing cleavage.

I smiled and wondered how she would react if I walked over and stood behind her. How her pulse would increase as I slipped a hand under her top and cupped a right breast. What her reaction would be as I exposed her tit and kissed her hardening nipple. I would smile, say "Thank you" and walk away into the crowd, leaving her with one tit hanging out of her top.

Sigh. Instead I continued to admire her legs and hint of cleavage. But maybe she was thinking "I'd love to have someone squeeze my breast!" Had we missed our connection?
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Vanilla Crossover #2
Posted:Nov 7, 2017 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:12 am
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Gràinne slumped pulling on the handcuffs; her breathing came in short pants, and her heart pounded in her chest. The conflict in her was evident. Even with the ‘terrible’ treatment, I had subjected her to, she had cum — and cum harder than she had experienced before. It should not be. She was angry and humiliated at her body’s betrayal.

With tear-stained eyes, she watched as I crossed the room and picked up a dildo and Hitachi wand from the table. The dildo made her eyes widen — it was black, thick and ten inches long. Even slippery wet as she was, she could not imagine being able to take that size of a dildo inside her. Yet the thought increased the flow of lube from her cunt. She licked her lips in anticipation, hoping I had not seen the act. I had.

In her mind, I knew that she was more afraid of the vibrator. She knew very well how it affected her cunt — and more to the point her clit. Her nipples and slick cunt pointed to her highly aroused state. Her mind fought to control her rampaging emotions. She could not allow herself to give in; to give herself over to this perversion.

I chuckled as I played the vibrator over painfully erect and still clamped nipples. Gràinne struggled and tried to move away from the toy. Several sharp tugs on the clamp chain made her shriek as the vice-like teeth of the clover clamps tightened on her nipples. I slapped her tits hard. She cried as the clamps bit. Her huge tits knocked against each other exacerbating her pain. I paused for a moment, laid the vibrator on the floor, smiled and walked back to the table. I could hear her sigh of relief.

It was short-lived as I returned holding a sturdy wooden spoon. I could see Gràinne’s quizzical look as I approached. The spoon was hefted and brought down on the soft flesh of her tits. She screamed. “You fucking bastard!" and shrieked as I repeatedly beat her tits, raising deep red blotches and weals over her breasts. I love wooden spoons. They are cheap and leave such beautiful marks on tits and asses. I knew her tits would look hot the next day — at least they would to me.

I switched the spoon to the vibrator. This time Gràinne’s exposed clit was the target. She twisted like a puppet suspended by the handcuffs. Unable to close her legs because of the spacer-bar between her ankles, her cunt was wide open; her clit large and very vulnerable. The smell of cunt filled my nostrils. “I hate you,” she moaned as her clit experienced the intense, unrelenting vibrations of the Hitachi. Her thick thighs and belly quivered, and her tits trembled as the Hitachi played on her clit. She bit her lips, trying to forestall another orgasm.

She sighed with a mixture of relief and disappointment as I withdrew the Hitachi. I did not want her to cum — at least not until I permitted it. I waited. To Gràinne, it seemed a long time. It was only seconds. The wand was pressed against her clit again. She convulsed. Once again, it was withdrawn as she approached orgasm. “No,” she begged. Over the next fifteen minutes, I took her to the point of cumming over and over. “Fucking let me cum, you sadistic bastard!” I looked into her deep green eyes. Along with fear, there was more than a hint of lust. I knew her body was pulsing with the surging chemicals of raw sex.

Lifting up the big black dildo, I rub the long, ribbed shaft between her legs, coating it in cunt honey. For an unguarded moment, her labia enveloped the rubber cock. Her thighs pressed inwards, enjoying and gripping the cock. She recovered and released the shaft. A smile in her eyes mocked me for her small victory. Then she shuddered as I grasped the dildo and driving it upwards forced open her cunt. The dildo’s bulbous head thrust its way inside. She breathed deep, relaxing her cunt muscles as she attempted to manage its thickness as it forced its way further into her sopping wet cunt. She moaned as her body responded against her will as the dildo moved up and down — fucking her cunt. The temptation to grind down on the thick dildo overcame her defenses. Her ass rippled as she pushed down to meet the cock’s upward stroke.

“That wasn’t too bad.” She said it with a look of triumph.

I snorted. “Slut, only one-third of its length is in your cunt. You always fantasized about a black cock. Consider this your practice session.”

“God no!” Fear returned to her eyes as I shoved the ridged shaft upwards. Her body juddered with each penetrating thrust. Tremors radiated through her body causing lovely undulations of her belly, thighs, and tits. In and out, slow and fast, but never soft, the black rubber cock mercilessly fucked her cunt. Tears rolled down her cheeks at the hard penetrations. Her cunt would be bruised. She would walk awkwardly and with discomfort for a day or two. It would remind her always of her cunt’s use.

I slid the dildo from her cunt. It was soaked with her milk. Before her, I licked the shaft genuinely savoring her juice and taking in the fragrance. “Want some, ?” I asked. She shook her head. I ignored her and placed the dildo head against her lips. “Suck it, slut.” She shook her head at first. Her tits still throbbed from the wooden spoon, reminding her that she would likely be punished. She opened her mouth. I watched as she sucked the head and licked the juice covered shaft. At first reluctant, she soon was gobbling the dildo — she had discovered a liking for cunt.

Her body shook and trembled. I smiled and took the dildo from her mouth. Her lips followed it until it was out of reach. Her big tits pushed forward, straining for someone to use them. Her throbbing cunt screamed for attention. She writhed, helpless to intervene. “Oh fuck,” she gasped as I rubbed my cock over her fleshy mons. The warmth of a thick, warm, blood-engorged cock on her mound almost made her cum. I slipped it between her thighs. Rocking back and forward my cock played along impossibly engorged lips.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. Her voice was husky with desire. “I want you. God help me, but I want that cock inside me.” I smiled and pushed my cockhead into her slippery cunt. “Yes, yes. Fuck me. Take me. Any way you want. Just take me. Use your—” She hesitated before saying, “—slut.”

“Not yet, ,” I said as I took a pace back.

“You fucking sadistic bastard. I never want to see you after this.”

“Yes, you will. You’re a slut. You want my cock. You want my hands on your body.”

I walked around the back of Gràinne and took a long moment to admire her lovely round ass. I recalled how it bounced up and down as she walked and the sexy sway of her hips. The temptation to squeeze the bubble cheeks was irresistible. I did and played my cock along her ass crack. My shaft glided over a cleft well-lubed by sweat. She moaned. Quickly I reached around her and unclipped the nipple clamps. “We don’t want your nipples falling off.” She grunted something obscene but was delighted at the partial relief from her agonies.

On my knees, I pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her hole. Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched reflecting Gràinne’s uncertainty of my intentions and her body’s unholy pleasure at being treated with such disrespect. The puckered shithole was too tempting to resist, and I knew it was very sensitive. I licked the wrinkled hole, my tongue moving in slow circles, enjoying the taint. Soft farts escaped from her. I found the smell of her hole appealing. She moaned and pushed her ass against me. I probed her hole with my long tongue. She gasped, repulsed but her body demanded more. I sucked and licked her anus, while my fingers fucked her cunt and played with her clit. Whimpers of shameless pleasure were interspersed with vulgar swearing. She had reached the tipping point.

“Fuck me.” The hoarseness of her voice made my cock jerk. I stood and rubbed my throbbing shaft over her ass. My hands encircled her and pulled and kneaded her tits. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. My hands slipped down a body glistening with sweat, halting at her broad hips. One hand rubbed her ass, and then a finger slipped into her hole. Soft husky keening showed her desire. The fingers — now two were in her hole, slowly fucked and stretched her hole. “Fuck me,” she begged, “I want your cock in me. Fuck your , please.”

In her state of advanced euphoria and lust, Gràinne rocked to the rhythm of my fingers fucking her hole. She felt my hard cock throbbing against her ass and fully expected me to fuck her. “Fuck my cunt.” The pleading in her voice made my cock throb. She felt precum ooze from my pee-hole, and my fat, purple cock head rim her hole, lubricating it, preparing it. She was mesmerized — until the realization of what was to come dawned on her. “No. Not that,” she sobbed.

The thick cock penetrated her tight, virgin hole making her scream. She whined as the shaft forced its way deep into her dark passage until she felt my balls against her ass. Holding her hips tight, I took sadistic pleasure in fucking her hole. Deep, long and hard thrusts took her anal tunnel and made it mine. The musky smell of her shithole mingled with that of her cunt. Ignoring her pleadings, I plunged in and out. Her ass trembled with each lunge. Her tits swung to and fro. The pain that throbbed in the soft flesh of her tits became a vital accompaniment to the insistent fucking of her hole.
It was when she ground her ass against me, bearing down with each inward thrust that I knew she had tipped over the line between vanilla and kink. I also knew she would… could never go back. She shouted, “Fuck my hole. Fuck this slut. Ruin me,” as she conceded the battle to the wanton desires that bubbled through her body.

“Cum in my hole, Sir. Fuck me harder. Hurt me. Cum in me. Please.”

For the first time in our session, I acceded to her request. Thrusting hard up into her, cum gushed from a cock that had been screaming for a long time for release. The fucking became more comfortable in the wetness of her cum-filled hole. Big ass cheeks slapped against my thighs as my stabbing got faster. Cum oozed from her hole, dripped over my cock, and down her ass crack and her legs.

“Fuck, that feels great, Sir. Your thanks you.”

I pulled from her oozing hole and unclasped the handcuffs. Weak, she fell to her knees and turned to face my cum-dripping cock.

“Slut.”

“Fuck yes, I am a slut.”

“.”

“Fuck yes, I am a .”

“Then you know what to do.”

She smiled, licked her lips and reached out to take my shit-streaked cock. Slowly, she wanked and squeezed the thick shaft. Spurts of cum splattered her face and tits. Purring like a cat, she used my cock to rub cum into her skin. It was my turn to moan at the attention of her tongue and lips. She looked up and smiled. “Let your fuckmeat clean you.”

I groaned once more as my cock was gobbled up by my slut, enjoying the sight of her head bobbing up and down and the touch of her hands on my cum-soaked balls. I smiled, it would not before long before her cunt was fucked — but not before more pain was administered.
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Vanilla Crossover #1
Posted:Oct 25, 2017 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:12 am
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Gràinne stood naked before me. Self-conscious about her body, she was not quite sure where to put her hands. I solved that problem by snapping steel handcuffs on her wrists. She looked at me with fear, uncertainty and a frisson of excitement. Her trust in me was total. That alone made my cock stir — I too was naked, and she was well aware of her impact. There was a respectable glimmer of a smile in her emerald green eyes. A small gasp from plum-red lips escaped when I raised her wrists up and secured them up to the hook with a black, silk rope.

I fondled her DD-cup tits. Gentle at first, she purred as I played with her nipples. They were very sensitive. Gràinne could cum with nipple play alone. I knew her cunt was getting wet. I licked her nipples and then covered every inch of her dark brown areolae with kisses. The texture of the areolae bumps and wrinkles on my tongue pleased me. It was impossible to resist tracing the blue-green veins that radiated from her nipples. She squirmed at the attention and rubbed her shaven cunt against my cock. It felt like fine sandpaper — it had been several days since her last shave.

I teased her with my now hard cock, sliding it between her open thighs and under her labia. She had lovely puffy lips, and they opened to coat my shaft in her juices. My cock was no stranger to her. We had fucked many times before. She was well used to wrapping her mouth — and her tits, around my thick pole. She enjoyed its thickness and length.

Stepping back, I enjoyed her body. Long tresses of red hair settled on her pale shoulders. Gràinne’s face was pleasing, if not stunning, and was made beautiful by her open smile. Her tits? A man would be a fool not to appreciate the ample tits and nipples. In her mid-thirties and having given birth to two her tits had lost their youthful firmness. A lovely sag replaced youthful perkiness. I considered that increased their beauty.

The nipples were gumdrop sized, and when she was aroused, they became even more prominent and hardened. She smiled as I inspected her, pushing her breasts upwards and outwards. A tease she could be, but then she knew how much I loved her breasts. She also knew that if I squeezed and sucked on her nipples for a long time droplets of creamy yellow milk would ooze from them. I often wondered if I could make her tits squirt.

My eyes drifted down to her belly. Fat by model standards, Gràinne was sexy by any other. I had massaged and caressed the belly roll that overshadowed her cunt mound on many occasions. I loved to squeeze her broad hips and belly as I fucked her from behind. The memory made my cock jerk. She giggled. It was not a perfect belly, scarred by a caesarean birth and laced with stretch lines. I did not care. She was a woman. A real woman. Natural and luscious. She blushed as my gaze took in her belly. I laughed.

The view of her cunt was cock-twitching. The mons was pleasantly rounded curving down to her outer lips. Thick frills of inner lips pushed out beyond the swollen labia. I loved having them in my mouth, licking and sucking them. The taste of her cunt was better than a glass of burgundy. Hints of chocolate, almonds, salt, and sweat combined to make her cunt-milk my favorite aperitif. Hidden by her lips and under its protective hood, her clit awaited my fingers. Like a little slut, it loved my touch and tongue. I smiled as she crossed her legs and knew she was trying to satisfy her clit’s call. It would throb in her cunt until satisfied. She whimpered. Her eyes asked for relief, for me to use the little in her cunt.

Not yet, I thought. I walked around her to stand at Gràinne’s rear. It was no surprise that she had a big ass. Large cheeks dimpled with maturity formed a long cleft from her lower back to her cunt. In her ass crack the flesh was a lovely dark color. The softly rounded cheeks hid a hole that I often enjoyed. Dark pink and wrinkled delightfully, it was raised and prominent. My tongue had frequently rimmed Gràinne’s shithole and, along with my fingers, probed its inner passage. I had never fucked her hole — it was virgin territory. It was a situation I intended to remedy. I slapped her ass playfully. She moaned and pushed her ass against my cock.

Her husband — yes she was married, so was I. Discretion and hygiene are less of a concern with two married. Her husband, she told me, had a small cock and did not satisfy her. Of more annoyance to her was that he was entirely submissive. He would not or could not take command — even when deciding where to go for dinner. Men with small cocks just need better technique. It was the fact that she disliked her spouse’s meekness that drew me to her.

Up and until now our fucking had been extremely frequent and enjoyable. Gràinne was a passionate woman who found release in my arms and with my cock in her cunt. Still, to date, our sex was mostly vanilla. My mannerisms led her to sense that there was another layer — and possibly a much more profound layer, to my personality.
She was very perceptive and one evening as we lay panting and sweating after a rigorous bout of fucking said, “Will you show me another way?” Now she stood before me, hand-cuffed, nervous but with anticipation in her deep green eyes. Now and then her eyes would look at the table behind me and the collection of tools — whips, paddles, clamps, ropes, dildos, and vibes, arrayed on it. She trembled. The room was pleasantly warm; her reaction was not due to temperature.

“You’re a slut.” She was startled at the suddenness of my words — then was dismayed at the label. She shook her head.

“No,” she said softly. The hard slaps to her tits were also a shock. Never had they been treated with this violence. Unable to resist she cried as I beat her tits with my hands.

“You’re a .”

“No,” she whimpered through her veil of tears. The next slaps were to her nipples — sharp smacks to each. They were already standing proud and erect, which made the pain more intense. She squealed with the pain.

“You’re a cunt.”

“No.” Her eyes pleaded for relief from the burning pain in her breasts and the throbbing of her nipples. Anticipating my next target, she clamped her thighs together. I chuckled and grabbed a fold of her belly fat, squeezing hard. Not the gentle caress and fondling to which she had become used. The follow-on slaps made her belly quiver, and more tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her tits.

“You’re fuckmeat.” I crossed the floor to the table of toys.

“No!” This time there was a tone of defiance in her voice. I smiled. We were making progress. I kicked her ankles apart and secured them with a spacer bar. “Bastard,” she muttered, knowing she was helpless to close her thighs.

Rough fingers pushed up inside her cunt. I soaked my hands in her juices and smeared her face and tits with the milk that seeped from her cunt walls. The smell of cunt filled the room. To me, it was a beautiful fragrance. “Now, you smell like a cunt,” I growled. She glared at me and was about to retort when I kissed her hard. It was not a lover’s kiss. It was a master’s kiss. Our lips mashed together. She fought my tongue as it pushed to invade her mouth. Previously, we had shared long, wet, passionate kisses. She knew this was not just about the kiss. She battled in vain. I took her mouth as my own. Fucked it with my tongue.

“Slut,” I said again as I stood back, admiring the reddening marks that spread over her tits. With some more attention, they would bruise nicely.

“No,” she said through gritted teeth, then, “Please can we stop now?” I shook my head. She dropped her head and sobbed. The sharp pain in her nipples drew a curse. “Bastard!” she cried out as she felt the nipple clamps snap onto one and then the other of her painful and sensitive nipples. I tugged on the clamps stretching her nipples and pulling her massive tits upwards. She screamed at the agony in her breasts.

Her eyes widened when she noticed that there was a third clamp on the chain. “No.” I knelt and spread her cunt lips. She hissed like a cat at not being able to resist. Locating her clit was easy. The little had emerged from its cover and exposed its glistening pale pinkness. It called out “use me.” I slapped it rapidly a few times. Gràinne moaned at the pain and the intense pleasure building up. She whimpered, “No,” as I rubbed her clit. The traitorous body part grew bigger and flushed pink. Involuntarily, muscles tightened, and tremors flowed through Gràinne’s body.

She fought to control her body. It was a losing battle. I arched my head, dipped under her cunt, and ate her. My sucking and tongue flickering over her clit drove her over the edge. Her climax was as unforgiving as the treatment I had dished out. An explosion of pain and ecstasy coursed through her body. She almost did not feel the clamp applied to her clit.

I stood up and looked at her, covered in a sheet of perspiration, and her skin flushed pink. “.” This time she could not reply. She was savoring the bursting nerve-ends that rippled over her skin.
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Thighs 3
Posted:Oct 22, 2017 4:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2018 11:13 am
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I love watching a slippery wet cunt being fucked deep and furiously with long fingers. This slut’s hairy cunt was beautiful to observe. With her legs dangling over the end of the bed she was fully exposed. But more so, I love the sounds of the sucking, slurping, and farting of a wet cunt as it is feverishly masturbated. With one hand, she slapped and rubbed already engorged labia and clit. Her thick thighs twitched as if touched by a live wire. She moaned as she twisted and pulled nipples made hard with lust. She was in thrall to the euphoria that pulsed through her ample, trembling body. Hands and fingers glistened with cunt honey, dark-skinned inner thighs were sticky with her juices, and her thick cunt hair was matted with her lube. The fishy smell of man-cum still lingered on her body.

My uncut cock stirred at the sight of her beautiful cunt and genital stimulation. I stood and slowly fondled my throbbing meat, enjoying the long strokes that pulled back the foreskin and exposing the glans and deep pink and purple head. Pre-cum oozed from my pee-hole and was quickly used to lubricate the big, mushroom-shaped head. I keened in delight — my cock-head is very sensitive — and moved to stand in the path of the panting ’s gaze. She moaned louder at the sight of my rapidly hardening cock and worked her cunt even harder. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck your slut’s cunt,” she pleaded. One, two, three, four fingers pushed inside her well-lubed cunt. She writhed as she came. Her back arched off the bed as her body was taken over by an intense orgasm. Her belly rolls rippled like waves in a pond.

Unfocused eyes, filled with euphoria and desire, held my cock in her stare as she plunged her hand deep into her cunt with faster and faster thrusts. She desperately wanted… needed to cum. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!” she cried as a second, more intense climax took her. Her body flushed pink. The deep bruising from the beating of her tits appeared as an even deeper shade of wine-red — a delightful contrast to the flush of her orgasm. Beads of sweat poured from millions of pores. A glistening sheen of perspiration covered her body as it jerked uncontrollably.

“No! No!” she gasped. I looked at her questioningly and continued to stroke my now stiff cock. No longer in control — if she ever was, of her actions, she masturbated more. Then I smiled as I watched a trickle of juice bubble from her cunt. Soon it became a torrent of squirt-juices. The dam of her cunt burst. Her squirting soon soaked the bed under her arse, and the blue carpet darkened as squirt-juice splashed on it. I moved to within range of her gushing and enjoyed the feeling of her warm juices soaking my belly, cock, and balls. As the flow continued unabated, I knelt between her thighs and opened my mouth.

The vision of me drinking her juices made her orgasm, and gush even more. I savored the taste of her spring — almonds and honey with a hint of aged body sweat trapped in her hairy bush. I pushed her hand from her cunt. She moaned, resisted and slid her hand into her cunt. Another orgasm was building and like a drug addict she wanted it. I slapped her hand away and gave her several slaps on her cunt. She cried at the sharp pain but enjoyed the feeling it produced in her cunt. Her body shuddered as I went down on her cunt. Ignoring the stray hairs in my mouth, I roughly pulled her cunt lips apart and feasted deeply on the pink inner flesh, feeling its different textures on my tongue. I slaked my thirst for her from the copious volume of cunt juices she produced.

Fleshy thighs gripped my head wanting me deeper inside. I felt them tremble as I used her cunt. She pulled and squeezed her huge tits. Long hair, soaked with the sweat of multiple orgasms, lay limp on the bed’s comforter. “Please, yes, Sir. Use this ’s cunt,” she whined huskily. “Own my cunt, Sir.”

“I already do, .”

Her outer lips, swollen and spread wide, opened up to allow her inner petals to push out. She whimpered as I sucked, nibbled and bit on them. Sharp teeth attacked her lips. She winced but wanted more… much more. Before me, her pink clit was fully unhooded. It was the size of a large pearl and, to me, much more beautiful. It begged to be licked and sucked and smacked. I did, and the millions of nerve endings on its smooth surface fired the slut to her next orgasm.

Breathing in short pants, and hovering on the edge of exhaustion, she begged time to recover. I ignored her and continued to worship her cunt with my mouth and fingers. Manicured, claret-red fingernails dug deep into her tits using pain as a diversion to the intensity of the feelings throbbing in her cunt. She yelped in surprise when my finger enters her shithole but quickly bore down on it. “Oh my god, yes.” Another finger followed… then a third, fucking, pulling and stretching her hole.

She was at the point of another orgasm when I stood up. She cried out, “No!” I slapped her face raising hand-prints on an already flushed pink skin. Then I smacked her tits making them bang against each other before flopping back down to rest on either side of her chest. She sobbed. I smacked her already painfully sensitive clit and cunt hard with my thick cock. “Yes,” she whimpered.

Grabbing her heavy legs, I lifted her ankles on my shoulder. She tensed in anticipation, not knowing what hole I was about to use. I wondered which of her fuckholes she wanted to feel my cock in first. My shaft rubbed along her cunt, becoming wet with her juices. She pushed up rubbing her swollen cunt against my thick shaft. The pressure of my cockhead on her protruding shithole gave my intentions away.

“Fuck yes, Sir. Ruin your fat fuck slut’s hole.”

I wondered briefly if the slut was fully aware of what she was asking. I growled, “,” and acceded to her desire. She screamed so loud I expected to hear a knock on the door or the door to burst open and the hotel staff to be asking what was going on —one look at the slut’s legs spread wide and my arse rocking to and fro would answer that question. But it was a slack time of the day, and we escaped detection.

Her body convulsed as I took her hole hard and deep. Long, powerful thrusts of my very thick cock stretched and tore her dark hole. The pathetic resistance of her muscles was overcome with ease as I pushed inside until my balls slapped against her arse. Her hole gripped my cock, perhaps hoping to slow the relentless hard penetration. Her hands pulled and tugged at her hair as she felt my cock ruin her hole. Hard thrusts ignored her pain. I wanted only to satisfy my own primal needs. Her needs were secondary. She was after all fuckmeat.

My balls swelled filling with cum. She felt my already thick shaft throb more and become engorged with more blood. It stretched her hole even more. “Yes, yes, fill my hole with your seed, Sir,” she begged. I obliged with several hard thrusts that made her squeal again; I spurted cum deep inside her hole. The volume of liquid lubricated her hole and made fucking her easier and faster. I felt cum overflow her hole and spill over my balls and thighs. “No!” she cried as I pulled my still hard cock from her hole but then she smiled as her belly and tits were splashed with the last few gushes of cum. Her hands rubbed the creamy liquid into her belly and tits. She writhed in pleasure. Soon her fingers were inside her shithole, feeling the thick cum inside. “Thank you, Sir.”

I smiled and climbed onto the bed alongside her. Grabbing her long hair, I pulled her up the bed until her head rested on the pillows. She protested at the rough treatment, only to receive a slap on her face. “Sorry, Sir.” As I lay beside my fuckmeat, I played with her nipples. She gasped when my head bent, and I sucked on nipples that had the salty tang of cum and sweat. I could hear the wet sounds as she played with her cunt. Lifting my head from her ample tits, I kissed on her throat feeling the fast beat of her pulse in a throbbing vein before kissing her lips. She moaned at the tenderness and sucked on my tongue.

“Your cock is dirty, Sir.”

I looked down at my semi-erect cock and nodded. It was streaked with the ’s shit. “Next time you will receive an enema before I fuck your hole.”

She nodded, “Yes, Sir,” then paused for a few moments and in a husky voice that held a note of devilment asked, “May I clean your cock, Sir?” I smiled, nodded and lay on my back. The bed moved as she straddled my groin. I felt warm wet sensation. “I hope Sir doesn’t mind me using my pee to wash his wonderful cock.” The smile on my face gave her my answer. Her gushing stream soaked my cock and balls — and the bed. I felt her pee slow down and stop. Without a pause she took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking until it was perfectly clean — and hard. The scene was so filled with eroticism that she gave the quickest cock-hardening blow-job I had ever experienced.

As she lay back on the bed, she whispered, “Please fuck my cunt, Sir. Seems a shame to waste such a beautiful erection.” I laughed, rolled onto her belly and stabbed her sopping wet cunt. As I came in her for the third time, she moaned in my ear, “I’m not on any pill. Make me truly yours. Breed me.” The thought of her belly filled with our baby made my cock even harder. I fucked her deeper as I pumped my seed inside.

As we lay back on the pee and cum drenched bed, she said, “Thank you, Sir…thank you, Daddy.”
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Thighs 2
Posted:Oct 15, 2017 9:50 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2019 12:45 pm
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We tumbled into the elevator, my hands pulling her skirt up. The curve of her mound was carpeted by a sward of beautiful, lush cunt hair. I moaned at its beauty. Like ivy, its edges crept upwards covering her lower belly and downwards to dress the top of her thighs. I was sure — hoped — she had a lovely hairy arse too. Impregnated with her juices, the fragrant scent of cunt wafted upwards. It was too hard to resist.

Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her lush cunt hair. She spread her legs. Her hands pulled her cunt crack apart exposing deep rose-pink lips, “Eat me,” she moaned.
I love cunt in all its forms and smells. This was not an invitation that I would — or could, ever refuse, but I only had eleven floors! Without taking time to breathe, my long tongue licked and lapped her cunt. I felt her squirm as I probed her inner sanctum deep — my tongue is quite long. The rapid licking and thumb-stroking of a pale pink clit that pushed out from under its hood made her push against the walls of the elevator to escape the intensity of the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. There was no flight and a moan of “Oh fuck!” escaped her full lips as she orgasmed. A stream of squirt juices… or was it pee… flooded my face, soaked my navy golf shirt and pooled on the floor of the elevator. Inexplicably, she whimpered, “Sorry.”

Her room was a short distance from the elevator. Disheveled, half-naked, trembling with lust and the rolling after-tremors of her orgasm, she fumbled in her purse to find her swipe-key. “Let me.” It did not swipe the first time and she groaned, “Noooo.” On the second attempt, the welcome clunk of the lock opening was heard, and we scrambled inside the suite.

Like an animal, she turned and bared her teeth. “My turn you bastard.” My squirt-soaked shirt was quickly removed. She murmured, “I love hairy chests,” and pushing me against the wall, began to suck on my nipples. The flickering of her tongue soon had my nipples erect. I flinched as razor-sharp teeth abraded and bit my sensitive nipples. My pants became uncomfortably tight as my erection grew. There has always been a direct line between my nipples and my cock.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, old man.”

She kneeled. Several impatient tugs on my leather belt and my pants fell to the floor. I rarely wear underwear. Today was no exception. I smiled as she gasped, “Oh my god! It’s so big — and so thick. Uncut too.” Holding my shaft in one hand she dipped her head and began to lick my balls. The insistent tonguing made me moan. In her warm, moist mouth my balls were sucked just hard enough to be pleasantly painful. With a turn of her head, she licked along the pulsing thick veins of my shaft. One hand slowly stroked and squeezed my cock. Her other reached under my cock and traced a path to my shithole. I shuddered as her fingers penetrated my hole. The rhythmic fucking nearly made my cock explode. “,” I said in a voice hoarse with lust.

“Yes, I am. And this slut wants that.” The object of her attention was the large glob of clear, viscous pre-cum oozing from my gaping pee-hole. Ravenously she attacked the deep purple cock-head, sucking and licking every drop of pre-cum that she expertly milked from my throbbing shaft, pushing her tongue into my pee-hole. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Each downward movement took more and more of my cock into her cavernous mouth and throat.

The slap on her face brought her cock-sucking to an abrupt stop. Her face flushed with anger and the imprint of my hand. She snapped. “What the fuck?” I slapped her again, hard but on the other cheek. Her hand went to her face, rubbed it and then formed a fist. Smoking rage and resentment filled her eyes. I slapped her twice this time, hard enough that she fell backward. She tried to raise herself up, but a well-placed foot on her belly kept her on the carpeted floor.

“Who put you in charge?” I growled. “You’ll do what I want when I want it.”

Used to being dominant, she struggled. It was an uneven struggle. Slaps on her tits and a sharp kick on her ass with my bare foot screwed with her mind. “You want this… don’t you?” I asked, indicating the erect cock that dwarfed the hand that held it. She shook her head, and then looked at the thick throbbing shaft and low hanging balls. In her eyes, I saw her imagining her tongue tracing a path around the glans, down the fat shaft, and under the plum-sized balls. She could almost taste the taint of my hole as her tongue rimmed and probed deep in my asshole.

“Fuck you!” she cried. With a low moan of unfilled desire, she saw herself screaming as the thick shaft fucked her tight, dirty shithole. The smell of her hot, wet cunt filled the room as the flow of honey increased. I knew she was thinking about my fat cock taking her, hard and deep. Her cunt muscles clenched at the awful thought of not having the tumescent cock take her. She was fuckmeat. She wanted my cock to own her
fuckholes. She was weary of being the top. The lascivious look in her eyes and a quick lick of her full lips told me she was mine.

“Stand up. Take your clothes off,” I said.

“Yes, Sir.”
She smiled as she slowly, teasingly peeled her top and bra off. Her tits were magnificent and she knew it. Two huge udders, they were too big to be perky and firm. They sagged and rested on the top of her fat belly, the shape of a delicious ripe pear. Fine stretch marks added to their allure, as did the dark blue veins pulsing under the translucent skin and which radiated from two thimble-sized, deep brown-pink nipples. The nipples thrust defiantly upwards and outwards and were a temptation that was hard to resist. Dark areolae, the size of a china saucer, surrounded the nipples. They were speckled with an array of areola bumps, which I fully intended to explore. She stepped out of her skirt. With her hands clasped provocatively on her head, she thrust out her tits, as she stood naked before me.

“On your knees, slut.”

“Yes, Sir.”

In anticipation, she dropped to her knees. Huge brown eyes looked up expectantly, wantonly. “Hold up your tits. Offer them to me.” Cupping her tits in hands that were quite tiny she pushed them up. Soft flesh flowed over her fingers. I reached over and brusquely grasped her nipples between finger and thumb. She inhaled at the sharp pain and then whimpered as I squeezed harder. Her nipples were still very sensitive from our previous play. I twisted and pulled much harder. She winced. A tear rolled down her cheek as the pain increased. Her tits were now pulled upwards by my vice-like grip on her nipples. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as I released her nipples and her tits flopped against her chest. The respite was fleeting. A series of hard slaps to her tits made her cry out, “That is too sore. Please, no!”

I slapped her several times on her face. She lifted her tits up and bit her lips as I reddened her udders with more sharp harsh slaps. She gasped as I pulled the belt from my discarded pants and sobbed as the leather made deep weals on her tits. In the room’s long mirror, she could see that they were becoming a deep pink-red color. Strangely, she found that the color was quite attractive. She wondered if they would bruise. They throbbed but not unpleasantly. She was surprised at her reaction to the pain and pleaded. “Yes, Sir. Beat me. Use me.”

All the time, her eyes steadfastly held my cock in her gaze. “Let me worship your lovely cock, Sir. Please.”

She started as unexpectedly I moved a pace closer. Expecting the worst she braced herself. Hands placed on either side of her head held her firmly. Her eyes dilated rapidly as she watched the purple cock-head thrust without warning toward her mouth. Just in time, she opened her mouth. She gagged and gasped as the thick cock was pushed deeper and deeper into her throat. It was a shock to her. Never having gag reflex issues before, she found her throat tightening and fought her compulsion to puke. Yet, she had never taken a cock as thick before. Drool started to flow and drip in long strings down her chin, onto her tits, and over my balls.

The brutality of the face fuck and deep plunging cock shocked her. There was no escape from the rapid, thrusts that distended and bruised her throat. No relief from the thick pole of throbbing meat that blocked her throat and threatened to make her faint. Her throat burned. Walnut-size balls banged against her wet chin. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was used. Her mouth was nothing more than a fuckhole for my massive throbbing cock. Humiliated at being no more than a thing, yet she reached out and grabbed my arse cheeks. Synchronizing with the rhythm of my thrusting arse she pulled me harder, the slut in her wanted more.

I tensed. My balls swelled up with cum. She knew I was close to cumming. Her eyes pleaded. With a shout of, “Fucking !” I came hard in her throat. She gagged and gulped as she was filled with gushing hot seed. Cum flowed from her mouth. That did not please her. I felt her gulp and guzzle it, her mouth sucked feverishly. She wanted all of it, wanted to savor the taste and sucked and milked my hard cock.

She cried, “No!” as the throbbing cock was pulled from her mouth. “I want your cum,” she moaned. Then she smiled as spurts of cum splattered her face and hair. Strings of milky white seed covered her tits. Her hands rubbed cum into her tits and nipples. Her nipples slippery with cum glistened between her fingers. Dark areolae were now covered with a glaze of my seed. She gathered the thick milk from her face and sucked it from her fingers. She rubbed it into her belly, played with it in her navel, and felt its stickiness in her thick cunt bush. She loved it. She wanted more. She wanted my cock to gush forever. She was my slut.

A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her backward onto the king-sized bed. Her legs dangled over the end. Like a good slut, she opened her thick thighs to let me see her pink cave. She looked at the softening cock with disappointment, then at me.

“May I suck you, Sir?”

“No.” She pouted and watched as I sat on the armchair next to the bed.

“Masturbate for me, .”

She smiled, “Yes, Sir.”
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Thighs 1
Posted:Sep 1, 2017 1:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:12 am
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She sat down on a bar stool, her short skirt riding up to reveal the pale flesh of her thigh. It was a shapely thigh that complemented her amply curved body. The expanse of naked thigh, dimpled with cellulite, captivated my attention. She wore thong sandals and had manicured toenails — the same claret-red as her fingernails. Long, dark brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders. To some, she would be considered fat.

To me, her full body had an erotic fascination. As I sat in my usual spot — a comfortable chair in the corner of the Bistro café, I watched as she ordered and took out her smartphone. At this time of the afternoon, the Bistro was deserted — apart from their one regular customer — me.

I wondered what would be revealed if her skirt rose higher. Oh I know it was her ass and cunt. But, was she wearing panties — I hoped not? Was her cunt smooth, trimmed or just a natural bush? I thought long and hard. My money was on a thick, natural bush that matched her long tresses. Distracted from my book, I watched her… or more accurately her thigh and my longing to caress it increased. The thigh was fast becoming a fetish.

As if sensing my eyes on her, she half-turned. Her gaze caught mine. Discovered, my cheeks flushed. I cursed. How could I blush at my age? She smiled… or did I just wish that she smiled? I caught a glimpse of pale cleavage before she turned away. A complement to her size, her tits were more than a few handfuls and barely restrained by her bra. I sighed, lifted my tablet, stood up and made my way to the bar. My coffee needed a refill. Well, that’s what I told myself.

As I took the stool adjacent to her, she turned. A fleeting smile played on her full, pink lips. I imagined kissing her… our tongues wrestling for dominance. My pulse raced. I breathed deeply and dropped my hand to the narrow space between us. She did not move. My finger traced slowly and lightly along her thigh. I felt her muscles tense then relax. My hand caressed her thigh with several slow deliberate strokes. She purred like a cat.

“You’re quite forward,” she said.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I quite fancied you. Older, distinguished looking… I hear older men are more attentive to a girl’s needs. Besides, there’s no-one else apart from the barista in the café to talk to… or play with.”

I nodded and smiled. My eyes took in her full cleavage as my hand first squeezed and then caressed the inside of her thigh. She laughed, “Multi-tasking? Perving my tits and rubbing my thigh.”

I dipped my head. “Both are well worth the attention.” My hand stroked the inside of her thigh from above her knee to just below her cunt. I felt the welcoming heat of her cunt. Several times my fingers made the journey from knee to cunt, but always stopping before what I sensed were wonderful lips. Each time, she caught her breath, wondering if my fingers would take the next step. She leaned closer, almost pushing her abundant tits beyond the ability of the bra to hold. Her breath came in short pants that warmed my ears. I felt the wet tip of her tongue lick my earlobe. Of all the things, that was what grabbed my cock’s attention.

“For fuck’s sake finger my cunt. I can feel my juices flowing.”

My fingers moved upwards. I smiled as I touched the first strands of hair. “I hope you like a hairy cunt,” she whispered. She adjusted her body, opening her legs in anticipation of my approach. Her skirt rode up more. I wound her coarse, thick pubic hair around my fingers, pulling, tugging and twisting. The palm of my hand pressed and rubbed firmly against her mound. She moaned softly. The barista looked up with quizzical eyes that asked “More coffee?” She smiled, “No” and then exhaled sharply as my fingers opened up her cunt slit.

First one, then two fingers slipped inside her warm, wet cunt. “I’m so wet,” she murmured. I had to agree. Cunt honey was flowing steadily from her inner reserve. I probed deeper, caressing and stretching her inner cunt, loving the differing textures in each part of her pink cave. She gasped, her breath coming in fast pants almost synchronized with the in and out finger-fucking. Her cunt muscles clenched on my fingers as she bore down. “Deeper. Please deeper.” I obliged.

A hiss of disappointment escaped her lips when I slipped my fingers from her cunt. I held them up loving the sight of the glistening cunt juices that coated my hand. She watched as I licked her juices, then grabbed my hand and sucked the remaining traces of her cunt honey. “I taste good,” she said, her voice thick and husky.

“You do.” My fingers dipped briefly into her cunt. I smeared her full lips with fingers glazed with her juices. She made to lick her lips, but I shook my head, “No.” Disappointment was brief as I kissed her hard, enjoying her wet mouth and the taste of her cunt. I felt the vibrations in her chest as she moaned and surrendered her mouth to my tongue. Entwined, our tongues wrestled. Two pink snakes in a hot, moist nest.

As we kissed my hand slipped between her legs and into her sopping wet cunt. My fingers searched along her engorged labia for her clit. I knew I had found it… had pried it from the hood that protected it, when she groaned, “No. Please no. Not here. I’m so sensitive.” I ignored her pleading, remorselessly rubbing and patting her prominent clit. Twisting and pulling it between finger and thumb. The pink pearl was hard and swollen, and in the confined space totally at my mercy. The insistent attention made her squirm; strong, thick thighs clamped my hand, but were unable to stop the rubbing and twisting of my fingers. Her breaths came in increasingly ragged pants.

In my ear, she growled, “You fucking bastard!” Then she whimpered as an overpowering orgasm gripped her body. Her face and tits flushed pink. A shimmer of sweat coated exposed skin. She trembled as electric impulses of lust and desire stormed through her body. Her face buried in my shoulder attempted to muffle the sound of her cumming. I flinched as she bit down on my flesh. For that she was made to suffer — if multiple orgasms could be considered suffering. Finally, I felt her sag against my chest, exhausted from her ecstasy. I felt my hand soaked. She did not so much squirt, as gurgle waters from the spring of her cunt.

“Oh god. I am so embarrassed,” she cried. “I’ve never squirted before.” Then with more control she said, “You’re a complete bastard. Are you staying in the hotel?”

I shook my head, “I live local. It’s a good café to come to for privacy.”

She grabbed my hand, “Well, I have a room. And, we’re not finished.” Unsteady and with her thighs still wet from her juices, we walked to the elevator.

At the bar, the barista chuckled. The entertainment made a boring shift bearable.
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