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Texas winter was characterized by a series of days of cold drizzling rain, alternating with overcast, drab days, and punctuated by days of soft sunlight and warm weather. Christmas Eve that year was one of those cold, drizzling days, and Janine rushed home from the store with the fixings for her solitary Christmas dinner in the rain.

This first Christmas after her divorce, Janine had rented a “tiny house” on a wooded property in a country neighborhood. She meant to spend a week reading hot romance novels, soaking in a scented tub, and sleeping nude, things she hadn’t done in a long time. She was looking forward to enjoying herself in many ways.

After putting her groceries away and relaxing with a drink, Janine changed into yoga pants and a sweatshirt to do a slow walk through the wooded streets of the charming neighborhood, full of horses, deer, and other wildlife. She pulled on her walking shoes and headed out, only to realize it was now nearly midnight and pitch black without the streetlights found in the city.

Then the full moon came out from behind a cloud, and she grinned and started down the street, the Margarita warm in her belly, and a little tingling in her crotch as she felt her nipples harden from the cold.

Less than a mile down the street, according to her exercise program, she saw the Christmas lights of a house up ahead in the drizzle. As she approached, she was startled to see a figure coming down the drive toward her. Her heart picked up speed as she realized she was alone in the dark late at night in a neighborhood where houses were few and far between.

“Hi there, don’t want to startle you,” a sexy male voice called out. “I was going out for a walk, and I saw you walking too, shall we do it together? I’m Gary Carter by the way.”

Janine Ataşehir Escort knew she was deprived of sex too long when she felt herself warm up to the words “do it,” but she stifled it and introduced herself.

They walked in silence, then Gary started to tell her that he was new to the neighborhood, having inherited the little cottage from the aunt who’d raised him. He was also recently divorced, it turned out, and lonely, hoping to meet some people by going to Texas two-step dance lessons.

“I love to dance,” Janine said, hoping her throaty voice didn’t give away the feeling she had as he walked beside her, smelling his aftershave and listening to his voice.

To her surprise, he put an arm around her, grasped her other hand, and swung her around. He hummed a few bars of “7 & 7” by the Texas Troubadours, a song she happened to like recently. “Ain’t it strange,” she chorused with him as he spun her and executed a few awkward steps.

Laughing, they came together in a hug and then both stopped in the middle of the road. Her heart was pounding, she felt herself getting wet and warm as they stood, both touching each other still, arms about each other.

“What the hell?” She murmured, and reached up, took his face in her hands and drew him to her, kissing him deeply.

“Oh my God,” he said. “The smell of your perfume and your sweat was making me crazy.” He nestled her in his arms and nuzzled her neck as his hands crunched her hair and drew her face even closer to his.

They staggered, and the heat rising from her “lady flower” as her mom used to call it was so hot, she thought for sure he could feel it. He drew her off the road and they giggled and scampered into the woods.

He lay down his jeans jacket and plopped on the ground, pulling her Kadıköy Escort on top of him. She fell eagerly, her mouth devouring his, his hands exploring her body under the worn sweatshirt, undoing her bra, gently feeling her oh-so-hot breasts, the nipples hard as rocks and tingling to his touch.

She gasped, and reached for his pants, wanting to feel his cock, to touch him, and he lifted his hips to accommodate her eager fingers, her mouth still exploring his, her tongue thrusting, licking his face, her teeth nipping his lips, and her hands, reaching down, touching him now, feeling his erect cock throb under her fingers as she grasped him.

He pulled himself away from her hot dripping mouth and pulled her breasts over him, licking and sucking them madly, one after the other, holding her up as he took first one, then the other into his mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling, as she struggled to get back to his cock.

The cold rain drizzled on her back, but it did nothing to quell the rising heat. She moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself release just a little.

“Oh God,” he groaned into her chest. “I want you, I want you.”

She pulled her yoga pants down and started to settle onto his lap, but he pulled her up over his face. “I want your pussy on my face. Ride me cowgirl,” he moaned.

She eagerly settled onto him as if he were a cushion, her thighs straddling him, her knees sunk into the wet leaves.

He immediately began lapping her juices and she felt herself come again. Her husband had never wanted to eat her, and this man, this stranger, what was his name again, was sunk in her pussy as far as he could go, licking, sucking her clit, his fingers pulling her apart for easier access. She gasped, whimpered, cried as she rode him hard, jogging Ümraniye Escort up and down on his face, little squirts of pleasure washing across his lips. And then with a cry, she held onto his hair, rose up stiffly and came as hard as she’d ever come, gushing into his waiting mouth, her cry ending in an incoherent mewling as he continued to work his fingers inside her.

“Oh my God,” she cried. “Put it in me, I want you in me right now, please please…” Her voice was husky to her ears, and the words nearly unintelligible, but he understood.

The two of them pulled off his jeans and he picked her up and pushed her against the nearest tree, forcing his cock against her and searching for that golden flower.

She dropped to the ground and spread her legs. “Come here baby, come here,” and he willingly complied, dropping to the ground, his cock suddenly filling her as he thrust in and out, the heat of his cock warming her, her mouth hanging open in passion, her arms around him under his shirt, scratching, tearing, pulling him into her as far as possible.

“Ahhhh,” she cried out as she came again, and the sound urged him on, faster, harder, his balls slapping against her now, his feverish grunts echoing in the night.

Suddenly he pulled out, and nearly leapt on top of her, shoving his cock into her waiting mouth.

“Yes, she mumbled as her mouth filled with him. “All the way in!” She grabbed his ass and pressed him into her, and with a muffled shriek, he jammed himself into her throat and came in great bursts of pleasure.

Afterward, she licked him clean, lying across his lap as he stroked her hair. She may have drifted off for a while, but she woke when he sat up.

“That was so incredible,” he said, his voice hoarse and throaty.

“And so incredibly unexpected,” she answered.

“Where do we go from here,” he asked.

“Judging from the sun peeking out, I’d say we should head to my place, wash off this mud, and fix the best Christmas dinner you’ve ever tasted, since we’ve already given each other our gifts.”

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“No time limit tonight, Torquemada,” she said, and glanced at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“Interesting,” I said. And took off my pants.

******

I had noticed a small conference table over to the side, and picturing her bent forward over it gave me several interesting ideas. The trick was going to be untying her and getting her there without getting savaged. I really wasn’t quite sure just exactly how angry I was making her, nor what the exact rules of this game were, but she wasn’t fitting in with the “submissive” profile I’d read, those few times I’d wandered into fiction that had that theme.

On the other hand, I certainly wasn’t conventionally dominant, either. But I was quite comfortable simply talking through my process, being very much myself, and oddly, that seemed to work just as well, if not better, than playing some sort of “master” character. I was pretty sure that anyone who tried to play that artificial “Sir Dom” stuff with Bijou would be shredded within moments anyway. Verbally, if not otherwise.

I moved a bit closer to her, so I could speak quietly in her ear. “I’m thinking I might untie your hands at some point. But I need to check on a couple of things first.” I began petting her gently, running my hands over her chest, her thighs, round her buttocks, tracing my fingers up her spine. It was instinctive, I realized, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse. She cooed and her body relaxed into my hands.

“You’d still really like to be able to come eventually, right?” There was quite a bit of an edge to her simple, “Oh yes. I would.”

“And the idea of sucking my cock is still sort of motivational as well, yes?” This elicited a small, desperate growl. “Oh good. Because when I untie you, I really have this instinct that you’re a little…angry… and you might want to cause some sort of trouble. I mean, I really am very new to this sort of game…”

She knew where I was headed. And she grinned, although her body was still rocking gently to the long strokes from my hands. “Oh, I promise I’ll be terribly good.” There was an affectionate sarcasm in her voice. “Did you want me to call you sir or anything?”

I laughed, trying to be quiet. “I don’t think so. I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. Bet you wouldn’t either.” She snorted. “No,” I said, “I think we’ll just stick with Will.”

“Strong Will,” she said, and sighed as my hands pressed down on her, stroking her long body, up and down.

I kept one hand moving on her and reached up to begin undoing one of the ties. One advantage to their thickness was that it was being relatively easy to pull the knot loose, although the stress she’d put on it had pulled it somewhat tighter than it had been. I managed to work it open, trying not to think about what kind of damage it had incurred, and then switched hands. This one was harder and I had to use both hands to undo it.

She had left her hands resting on the shelf, either out of some sort of tractability or simple inattention, and I pulled her arms gently down, one by one, massaging her shoulders lightly and drawing the blood down into her hands. She moaned appreciatively, flexing her fingers. I was careful to draw her arms round behind her very gently, but I kept hold of both ties behind her as I distracted her with the massage. I still didn’t entirely trust my safety.

“I’m noticing that those pens by your feet didn’t shift at all. You’re pretty strong willed yourself,” I said.

“There was a reward offered for that, as I remember,” she purred, with a bit of an edge.

“Indeed. I haven’t forgotten,” I said as I did my best to subtly knot the ties on her wrists, so that her arms were trapped behind her back. At least temporarily, that seemed like a good idea.

“In fact, if your legs are a bit tired from all that standing, you could kneel for a moment, just right here in front of me,” I said. She shot me a look that was undefinable, with equal parts of amusement and suspicion and a small amount of genuine relief. She did seem a little weak from all the exertion, and I had no desire to “break my toy”, as she was fond of saying.

She sank to her knees, tugging on her hands and noticing for the first time that they were actually bound behind her. I saw a flash of annoyance, then amusement when she realized what I’d done. She was definitely a little out of it; I hadn’t been that stealthy.

I took a moment to enjoy the fact that she was truly a little limp; she did have rather an iron will but she was showing a bit of wear at the moment. I was enormously pleased at the idea that I’d managed to make an impression on her.

“You talk about this energy thing, taking yang from men, that sort of idea. And it occurs to me that you’re actually looking a little tired at the moment. Now my impression is that I would have to come to provide you with this energy, and I’m not quite ready to do that yet.”

“Not necessarily,” she said, smiling. “There’s a certain amount of energy available the whole time.”

“You almanbahis yeni giriş know I’d do anything for you,” I said, attempting to sound terribly sincere. She snorted.

I was pretty concerned that her mouth could take me over the edge within a very short time, and I wanted to wait for that. I had some ideas as to where I’d like to be when I finally let myself go. And any number of things I wanted to see between now and that moment.

“Here’s what I’m seeing. You’ve talked about the concept of holding completely still as a sort of… thing.”

“Stillness practices,” she offered.

That’s it,” I said. “Now I wonder if you’re actually capable of holding still, keeping your mouth completely receptive and inactive. Completely.”

I thought about the various times I’d tried to get her to stop for a moment, when I was close to the edge. Sure, her head would stop moving, but she’d do something else equally maddening instead. She’d set up a steady, unmoving suction, some crazy throat muscle thing, or else she’d ripple her tongue on the underside, just flexing it in a steady wave without really moving. It was cheating, I’d argue with her. She knew perfectly well what I meant by “holding still,” and she’d always get off, as it were, on some technicality. Her only real answer had been that she’d paid more attention in linguistics classes than the normal student.

“Still. I mean it. None of that muscle twitching and stuff. Are you even capable?” Her face had melted into a grin that was not at all mischievous. It was genuinely evil. And very self-satisfied. She attempted to look hurt, but failed.

“I can only promise that I will truly, actually try. But if you keep getting tangible sensations from energy work that has nothing to do with the physical, how can I help that? I’m NOT moving. You just THINK I am.”

“I suppose I’ll have to try to be fair about that, although I think you’re full of shit. Tangible means that something is happening. Something REAL.”

“In that sense, we agree,” she said thoughtfully, and I realized that the sort of conversation they were having was generally had over lattes in trendy coffee shops, not tied up and buck naked in utility closets. I liked that about Bijou. “But one cannot prove a negative. How can I prove to you that I’m not moving anything physical, when you trust only the evidence of your senses, and your senses interpret sensations as physical, whether or not they are conventionally caused by actual movement or not?”

“For there to be a sensation, there must be a physical cause,” I said.

“What about heartbreak? That’s quite tangible, quite literal. Actual sensations of pain in the heart area. And no physical cause.”

“Well now we’re talking about two different things, though…” I said, completely involved.

“Not in this case. One can feel a physical sensation caused purely by an emotional state, or by an action of the will. Or the Will,” she grinned. “That’s what we’re talking about in this case too. Those sensations can be transmitted just like touch can be transmitted, from one person to another. Ideas can in fact be tangible to the senses, at least as much as something like heartbreak can be. I mean, you’ve HAD that sensation.”

I couldn’t argue with her on the heartbreak thing. I’d definitely felt that and it was a genuine, tangible pain. But that was a whole different thing from the fact that at those moments I’d been able to actually feel her doing something with her throat, or something with her tongue, or something… Whatever it was, though I could never quite locate the sensation specifically, I could actually FEEL that. That was different. She was cheating, moving something.

“I have, in fact, cheated,” she admitted, smiling, as if she had heard my thoughts. “For the sake of this argument, there have indeed been times when I was rolling my tongue on you, or something, when you told me to hold still. I just don’t always do things I’m told to do… But I always admitted it. I’ve never lied when I said I was actually not moving. That’s the difference.”

“Personally, I don’t think you could actually hold your mouth still for thirty seconds, let alone while my cock was in it for a while,” I said. “I’ve seen what you do to pens. And lighters. And water bottles. And cigars.” Bijou tended to unconsciously fellate her entire environment, especially when she was bored.

“I could,” she argued, “but I’m not sure how to prove that I’m doing so.”

“This bears some thought, indeed,” I said, noticing for the first time in a few minutes that I was standing naked in front of a kneeling woman who was bound with my best silk ties. We had completely forgotten to be quiet, but it was a bit later and the traffic outside in the hall had died out.

“Okay, how about this,” she said, actually preoccupied with the mechanics now. “Try rolling your eyes up in your head, and check the sensation you have, if any, sorta down behind your throat.” I did so, and actually could feel an almanbahis odd movement, somewhat muscular, deep in my throat, behind the soft palate.

“Okay, feel that?” she asked. I nodded, surprised. “That’s a motion, a muscular motion you’re making, and that’s what I’m doing. I do have to roll my eyes back like that for it to be effective, and that connection you’re feeling at the back of your throat is the reason. That’s where it goes in.”

It didn’t particularly matter to me that I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. I’d learned just enough to know that she wasn’t completely delusional, or at least that she was learning this stuff from published works and established sources, not just hearing it from her Rice Krispies. Delusional remained to be seen, but at least I had to admit that it was a mass delusion, not hers alone. And it was true, I had felt a sensation in my throat, but that was probably attendant musculature, involuntary movements related to the action of rolling my eyes back.

Again, she was reading my mind. “There is musculature involved in that movement, of course, but not enough to actually be tangible to you, not in the way you’re describing it to me, anyway. Not all the way to the tongue, or anything. Those muscles don’t even connect down to the throat. So where’s the sensation coming from?”

I shook my head to clear it. I was still occupied with the sensation of rolling my eyes back. “And you have to roll your eyes back like that to do that thing you’re doing?”

“Pretty much,” she said. “It opens some stuff. You can feel it yourself. There’s a connection there, and it helps you be able to feel where your pineal and pituitary are actually located, to notice that spot.”

You are one freaky chick, I thought. I loved how serious and preoccupied she got when she was off on these crazy riffs. Completely scholastic. Her body was sweaty, naked, bound and sticky with her own juice, but her mind was all professor at that moment. She may as well have been in a lecture hall.

“You don’t want to hear about any of this stuff,” she grinned, coming back. “You’re a rationalist. You should know better than to get me started.”

“You’re right, I should,” I agreed. “But this bears an experiment. The thing is, we’ll need you in a position in which your mouth and jaw can be completely relaxed.” She giggled as I looked around the room for ideas.

My mind clicked through the technicalities of positions in which she could legitimately say she was completely relaxed. Clearly she’d have to be laying back, probably on the floor, and I would need to be in some position I could hold comfortably enough not to move for a while.

I realized, amused, that I was being terribly scientific about what amounted to a basic blow job. Okay, a blow job from someone who considered fellatio an actual religious practice, but a blow job nonetheless.

I heard her voice from below me . I’d gotten so involved with scanning the room for ideas that once again I’d forgotten the basic situation. A woman knelt bound before me , her face at the level of my cock. My best silk ties were involved, and most likely doomed.

She said, “May I offer a suggestion?”

“If you have one, and you’re not batting your eyelashes suspiciously, I might take you up on it,” I said, feeling overwhelmingly the urge to just give up on the whole project and shove my cock into that incredibly tempting mouth then and there.

“Hang my head down over a table top. Use those work towels over there as cushions. I’ll be able to completely relax, in that position.”

I saw the picture. She lay on her back on the conference table, her head hanging down over the edge of the shelf. Just the right height to…

“Are you sure you’d be comfortable that way?” I asked. Upside down. Interesting.

“Quite,” she said. “And verifiably relaxed.”

I spotted the stack of work towels she meant, over on a shelf. I picked up a couple and laid them on the edge of the table as a sort of pillow. “Show me,” I said.

“You’ll have to untie me,” she said, looking up at me with a suspiciously pleased expression. “Can’t have my hands underneath me.”

“Do I dare?” I asked, remembering the murderous rage I’d seen on her face not so many minutes ago.

“It’s for science,” she smiled. “You need some evidence for your senses.”

I helped her stand. All her shakiness had disappeared; she seemed enervated all of a sudden.

I untied the knot I’d made in the ties on her wrists but left them on. Esthetically, it was stunning, the contrast of the dark silk bound thickly around her long, pale limbs. I was discovering that I didn’t care so much about the ties. For one thing, if any of them survived, I’d be wearing them with an entirely different attitude, knowing where they’d been. And if they got ruined, they’d be kept in That Drawer with the other odd objects I’d ended up with since meeting Bijou, and they would undoubtedly get used again. And again.

I shook my head, trying to focus almanbahis adres on the moment. She had positioned herself on the table. She lay on her back, her neck cushioned by the towels and her head hanging upside down over the edge. I noticed that her legs were crossed, and her hands rested on her thighs, positioned in one of the “mudras” she had enthused about, whose names I could never keep track of.

Her face looked totally relaxed, inverted like that. And her lips were parted. God, those lips. Already swollen with arousal, a mouth that could make me come within moments when she wanted to make it happen, no matter how I tried to resist. Lips that had been close enough to my cock for me to feel the breath along its length, lips that I’d managed to resist so far for the sheer sake of torturing her.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I moved to the table, and my cock, which had gone partially soft during all the philosophical debate and technical consideration, jumped and swelled, reacting to the proximity of that luscious, welcoming mouth. It was right there, and the perfect height. I stayed a foot or two away.

“You’ll hold PERFECTLY still?” I asked, “except for that eye thing?”

“Nnnngg,” she hummed. She seemed completely relaxed, almost in a trance. She was clearly trying to prove that every part of her was receptive and still. I remained skeptical. As always.

I couldn’t resist the rest of her, at least for a moment. I deliberately moved to the side, and leaned over her calm body, running my hands over her breasts, smoothing the curves of her waist, reaching down to stroke her pussy, which was still amazingly juicy. Her body remained relaxed, which interested me. Only her voice responded, with a low, pleased moan, and when I laid my other hand on her belly I felt the muscles, and discovered they were completely relaxed, even as I stroked her slick little button and pinched her nipples. Her voice rose; the rest of her body remained still. She was good at going into this state, obviously.

Science be damned, I didn’t particularly care whether we established any truth to this proposition that what I sensed when my cock was in her mouth was from one source or another. The plain fact was, there was a mouth. A lovely, incredible mouth. And my cock wanted to slide into it. Now.

I put my hands on the edge of the table, on either side of her, and my cock touched down on her lips. She didn’t move. Her mouth wasn’t open far enough for me to slide in. I looked carefully at the picture I was making, the tip of my phallus pressed delicately against her lips, purple on swollen pink. A single pearl of moisture emerged from the tip. She had referred to that as “dragon tears,” I remembered.

Slowly, deliberately, I chose to take my cock in my hand, and stroke the moisture it had generated back and forth across her lips, slicking them up. I slid a finger slowly into her mouth, feeling her tongue above, circling and probing between her teeth. Warm, wet, receptive, and completely still, her mouth yielded to me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. my fingertips pressed her mouth open, and I aimed the head of my cock at her open mouth and forced it in, gently, deliberately, widening her jaw as I worked the tip into her.

I could feel her tongue on the upper side of my shaft, a strange sensation when I was accustomed to feeling that juicy cushion underneath. I was completely absorbed in the sensation. My mind kept saying the word “receive” over and over. Just that. She received me.

I moved further in, feeling the heat, the moisture. She was incredibly wet. The thought that she was salivating at the idea of my cock in her mouth appealed to me. I wanted to move, to fuck her, to slide deep and keep sliding and sliding until I exploded, but some part of my mind told me to be still, to notice everything, to catalogue, almost methodically, the sensations I was having.

The palm of my hand on the edge of the tabletop. The hand that held my cock straight into her. My legs, planted firmly on the floor, a wide stance, primitive. my breath, deep and even in my belly. The hot gold sensations fluttering around my hips, my testicles, the base of my spine. Her white, outstretched neck, just under my gaze, culminating in the smooth parabola of her jawbone, and the deep pink of her lower lip, sliding onto the darker rose of my shaft. My thumb across the base, pale in comparison with the hard rose color of my cock, aiming me into her mouth, firm, solid. The top of my head, seemingly floating feet above me, strange and electric.

Just another centimeter. I watched as by increments, incredibly, gradually, my cock disappeared slowly into her, until my thumb holding the shaft was pressed against her lips. She surrounded me, defined me with the shape of her tongue, her palate, the edges of her teeth that I could feel pressing lightly against my skin.

My cock explored her mouth, shifting almost imperceptibly as it twitched and hardened, sliding gradually up against the back of her throat, pressing slightly from side to side as I shifted my stance to set my feet more firmly. The idea was to hold still, but I could feel even the movement of my breath creating little motions in my cock, the little jumps of my arousal moving the shaft within the warm cavern.

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This is the second part to: Wife’s best Friend. This is a fictional series based on my true fantasy! I hope everyone enjoys these as much as I do!

*****

As she is lying on the couch naked, I can see my cum slowly oozing out of her wet pussy. I feel my dick starting to rise as I take in her sexy body. Janice immediately notices it and says that I guess it’s time for round 2!

She bends over and takes me into her mouth for the second time! This time however she immediately gets down to business. She takes every inch of my 7 inches in to her mouth. Her lips feel incredible around my shaft, and I am immediately immersed in ecstasy. She knows exactly how I like it, and is doing it masterfully. I begin to explore her body with my hands, I take her breasts into my hands and begin to massage them. Ending with her nipples between my finger tips. With her nipples at attention, I then slide my hand down to her pussy. I begin to work her clit with my index finger almanbahis adres moving in small circles. I then hear a muffled moan of approval, and I continue to work her clit with my fingers. I hear breathing become more erratic as she devours my dick. I then hear her gasp as she begins to climax again! I continue to explore her entire pussy with my fingers. I go from her cum soaked entrance back up to her clit. Each time my fingers slip inside a little further. Until finally my hand travels to her love nest, and I completely insert two fingers. I begin to search out her gspot, and am pleased when I am rewarded with a muffled moan. I immediately begin to finger fuck her stimulating her gspot as I do so. After only a few moments she releases my dick from her mouth and begins to scream as she has a massive orgasm. I also feel her pussy gush as she cums on to my couch… soaking the cushions! I remove my cum soaked fingers and begin to kiss her.

She almanbahis giriş tells me that she wants ride me and pushes me down onto the couch. She then mounts me and slowly inserts my dick into her. She has my entire dick in her pussy and begins to ride it. She leans over me as she begins to grind down against me. She is making sure that her clit is grinding against my skin as she fucks me. With her tits dangling over my face, I take a nipple into my mouth. I bite down on her nipple and she lets out a sharp gasp. She starts to grind harder as she is coming closer to another climax. Her pussy slides easily up and down my shaft and it is clear that she is enjoying fucking it. Her head goes back as she lets out a long drawn out moan as she cums.

I then roll her onto the couch and begin to slowly fuck her. As I push fully into her pussy I make sure my movements are calculated perfectly. As I pull out I pull my hips up and make sure that my almanbahis giriş dick rubs against her gspot. I also begin to stimulate her clit with my thumb in full slow circles. I look into her eyes and can see that she loves the way I am fucking her right now. I continue my slow methodical movements and I can see that she is beyond excited. I look down as my dick pulls out and see that she is beginning to creaming up. I keep moving in and out slowly building her to another climax. As my thumb circles her clit, I hear her demand, “Make me cum” I tell her that her wish is my command as I slowly pick up the pace of my movements. As I begin to pick up the pace her breathing picks up, she is now moaning as my dick goes in, and as I pull it out. Every stroke I go just a little bit faster, until she is moaning constantly. I see her face scrunch as she gets extremely close to another climax. Until finally she is cumming.

I then pull out and bring my dick over to her beautiful lips. She immediately takes me into her mouth again and begins to suck fast and hard. I couldn’t believe that my wife’s best friend could make me feel this good. As I came closer to an orgasm, I hear the front door known start to rattle…

To be continued!

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I was sitting here thinking about our conversation earlier, about me meeting you in London for a few days, and my mind wandered.

Imagine this, Its summer time, and I am waiting at the airport to meet you, I am feeling sooo damned excited, can’t believe that I am finally going meet you, my heart is thumping with anticipation, butterflies in my tummy are threatening to choke me, pacing up and down like a mad woman, just a teeny bit afraid that we won’t gel as well in person as we do here.

Finally, through the crowd of people, I see you, and I can tell by the expression on your face, that you feel the same as I do, I can’t wait to hold you, I feel like screaming at the people in front of you, to get out the way and let you through, chewing my lip hard to stop me from crying out, smiling so much my jaw aches.

At last the crowd have dispersed, and you are standing just inches away from me, I pull you close Kiss you full on the mouth, hugging you so tight, and my fingers hurt from holding on to you, the sexual tension between us is electric, and as yet all we have shared is a kiss. after awhile we draw apart, and you say, stand back let me get a good look at you, I am wearing a short pink clingy summer dress, with thin straps, and a pair of high heeled sandals, can’t wear a bra, cos the straps will show, trouble is, you have me so excited, it is obvious, my nipples are standing proud, and begging for your touch.

I say, I can’t stand this any longer, I NEED YOU NOW!!! So we head off in search of a cab. In the taxi we can barely keep our hands off each other, I notice the taxi driver seems to need to look in his mirror far more than usual but I am too turned on to care, by now, you have the top of my dress pulled down enough to allow you access to my breasts, and you are laying on top of me,” to keep my modesty intact” you joke.

We pull up outside the hotel, and wonder how we managed to get away with almost having sex in the cab without getting thrown out, hmmm damn cheek, the cab driver charged us a full fare, after the show he got too, the cheeky swine, . A quick tidy up, before we walk into the hotel, as we are looking more than just a little dishevelled, a few deep breaths, ok lets hurry up and get to our room.

Chapter 2

We are barely through the door of our room, when you grab me, and pull me close, tracing a line down my neck and ears in kisses, sending shivers of ecstasy through my body, there is a sense of urgency between us, that I have never experienced before, its breathtaking. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, as you almost rip my dress in your hurry to undress me, whispering my name and I love you’s.

My heart is racing, my mouth feels bruised and dry from kissing you, you are driving me crazy with desire, I have waited for this moment for so long, wondering what it would be like to make love with you, but even in my wildness dreams, I could never have imagined something this beautiful. Urgent, Yet explorative, wild, passionate but still tender and loving. Strange, I feel as though I have known you all my life.

Almost without realising, I have unbuttoned your shirt, and dropped it to the floor, so wrapped up in you, and what you are doing to me, that my body is working on automatic. Kissing you hungrily on the mouth as my hands seek out the zip of your jeans, undoing them first attempt, which surprises me as I am shaking from head to foot. Sliding my hand inside your jeans, I seek to release your very erect throbbing cock, already moist with arousal, I raise my head towards you, smile, and then kneel in front of you, sliding your jeans down your legs, I ease them over your feet, and toss them aside.

You are looking down at me, as if trying to decide what your next move is going be, but before you have a chance to do anything, I take control. You have teased me for long enough, I almost exploded in the taxi, and you haven’t stopped teasing me since, let’s see if you can take as good as you give. I kiss slowly and softly up the inside of your leg, all the way up to your groin, across your tummy and back down to your groin on the other side, narrowly missing the very place you want me to be, you reach down and take my head in your hands, and try to guide me gently back there, but I look up at you and shake my head, no way babe, not yet! I kiss and lick back down to your groin, to your balls, running my tongue all over them, while stroking your butt with my hands, I gently suck and kiss and lick your balls, until you are breathing slightly heavier, and your hand is pressing down on my head, please babe, you moan, don’t tease me anymore.

I kiss up your body, until I reach your cock; I kiss all the way up your cock take it into my mouth, just the tip, tasting for the first time the slightly salty taste of you. Sliding my mouth slowly down your manhood, sucking you gently, Getting harder as I move down your shaft. You moan with pleasure and start to thrust your hips forward, your breathing is becoming more laboured, and you are gripping my head tighter, you tell me what I already know, that you are almanbahis yeni giriş about to cum, I remove your cock from my mouth, and kiss, lick and suck down the side of your cock, and back up again until I feel you relax again. You pull me up into standing position, and lead me over to the bed. We lay down on top of the bed, and start kissing and hugging, touching and teasing all over again. You kiss me hard on my lips, and from there, kiss down my neck, licking and kissing, teasing me, kissing my breasts, teasing my nipples with your tongue, they immediately spring to attention at your touch, you take my nipple into your mouth, gently nibbling, I moan with delight, oh my god that feels so good.

You hold my breasts in your hands, gently caressing and licking them until I can stand no more. You move slowly down my body, by this time, I am writhing against you, damn you!! you know what I want you to do, but it seems there is no end to your teasing, I grab at your hair, and pull you towards me, holding on tight, so you can’t move away, now you quit your teasing, or I am going hurt you!!! You laugh and move your head between my legs. Now that’s more like it!!! You tease me with your tongue, flicking it over my clitoris, sucking it, biting gently on it, ohhhh yes honey that feels fantastic, I am so aroused I am tingling all over, grinding my hips furiously against you, pulling at your hair, feeling weak, and dizzy as wave after wave of ecstasy ripple though my body, finally sated, I lay still, trying desperately to catch my breath. WOW!!!! I LOVE YOU BABY.

Chapter 3

Now that the room is silent, we are suddenly aware of noise coming from the room next door; Sounds like another couple are in the throes of passion too. We lay there listening, snuggled up together, the guy seems to be making more noise than the female, and quite high pitched too, sending us into fits of giggles, but then we get to thinking that maybe we sounded as weird, so spend the next half an hour or so quizzing each other. By this time next door have finished, and we give them a round of applause, from which we receive hearty laughter from them.

Feeling rested, I roll you over onto your back, sit astride you, “I hope you aren’t feeling tired hon”, I say “cos I haven’t done with you yet” I lean down to kiss you, slipping my tongue into your mouth, MMmm I love kissing you, I love being with you, you make me feel alive, safe and warm. I love this position, I love to be in control, you try to touch me, to caress my breasts, but I stop you, and make you place your hands behind your head, you have to do as I say, and only touch when you have my permission to do so. You are not too happy with the rules, but realise that I mean business, so do as you are told.

Still sitting astride you, I lean down pressing my breasts against you, tickling your chest with my breasts, running them all over your chest and stomach, placing little kisses where my breasts have just left, pausing briefly every now and then to look up at you, to smile or wink, I love looking at you, still can’t quite believe you are here. Licking down your stomach to your cock, nice to see he is already standing tall and proud for me, no teasing this time, I take you deep into my mouth, stroking your balls with my fingers as I suck you, sucking you deep and fast, watching your reaction, sucking harder and faster with each stroke, taking your cock in my hands, I start to wank you into my mouth, slowly at first, but getting faster and harder, until I feel you are about to cum, I can hear you moaning, “I’m going cum babe” “oh shit I am going cum” only this time I don’t stop or move out of the way, I swallow every drop MMMmm I love sucking you!!

I don’t think we are going get too much sight seeing done at this rate, do you?? no that wasn’t a complaint, lol. The only sights I need to see are right here beside me. By now you are fading fast, jet lag is kicking in, and you can barely keep your eyes open, so we order room service, we eat a light dinner, and then snuggle down for a cuddle and a nap, you fall asleep almost as soon as your head touches the pillow, I lay beside you watching you, you look so peaceful, and you have a slight smile on your face too, truly the look of a content man. I love you sooo much baby!!! I kiss you lightly on the cheek, snuggle down beside you, and go to sleep.

I awaken a few hours later, to the sound of the shower running, can hear you singing away quietly to yourself, with a smile, I jump out of bed, and dash into the bathroom, moving quietly, I creep over to the shower, open the door “BOO!!!!!” you should have seen the expression on your face lol. You drag me into the shower with you, “you are going pay for that BITCH!!” You say laughing. MMMMmmm “promises, promises” say I, batting my eyes at you, in what I hope is a sexy expression. Lol. You press my back again the tiles and kiss me, running your hands down my body, you say “I think we have some unfinished business darling” we kiss, cuddle, fondle and explore each others bodies some more, oh my god, I can’t get enough almanbahis of you, you turn me around kissing down my back, you enter me from behind. “Oh god yes”, if this is punishment for making you jump well all I can say is ” bring it on boy, bring it on”, pushing myself against you, I want you take me as deep as possible, ” oh yeah, oh babe, FUCK ME!!!!” ” MMMmmm harder, faster, fuck me, oh my fucking god” you are fucking me hard and furious now, I am screaming with pleasure, You start to moan in my ear, softly at first, but getting louder as we climax together. Oh babe, that was fantastic.

Chapter 4

Hot and steamy in the shower, wow, that was mind blowing, but time to cool off, or we are never going get anything done today, after a soapy suds fight, which I won, lol, we dry off, and get ready to go see the sights.

First port of call is the London eye,after queuing for ages, we find we have a cable car to ourselves, I am absolutely terrified of heights, and I am shaking like a leaf, I only came on this damn thing because you said you wanted to see it, now I wish I had waited for you on solid ground. You cuddle me, and talk to me, trying to distract me and as nice as it is, its not distracting me for long enough. As we reach the top of the London eye, the cable car pauses, and doesn’t move for ages, “John, you are going have to make love to me, its the only thing that will take my mind of this horrible thing” I try desperately to hide the wicked glint in my eye, lol.

You look around at all the other cars on the eye, and say, you have got to be joking, all these people are around, they will see. Without saying another word, I sit astride you, facing you, I am wearing a flared dress, with buttons all the way down the front, I make sure the dress is covering us, and then I undo your flies, “who is going see what darling??” I say, laughing at you, I take hold of your cock, and guide it inside me, MMmmm, don’t you just love the thrill of getting caught?? moving slowly, slyly, so as not to draw attention to us, You smile is as broad as the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland, grinding my hips against you, sliding up and down on your cock, I don’t have a care in the world, so who cares how high up the cable car is, lol, I am soaring like a bird in the sky, woohoo I am starting to get quite vocal now, you are laughing and telling me to shush, yeah right, I am about to cum, and I don’t care who knows it, riding you hard and fast now, feeling you deep inside me, oh yeahh, MMmmm cum with me baby. The cable car starts to move again, oh shit!! fuck me babe, OOOOOHHHHHH yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! we finish just in time, brush ourselves down, and leave the cable car, laughing like a couple of teenagers.Damn after that I need a shower, so how about we go back now and eat at the hotel tonight? Walking back to the hotel, I feel as though we are broadcasting to all we see, what we just did on the Eye, I still feel flushed, and dishevelled, but that just adds to the thrill.

The dining hall is full of pensioners, and has as much life in it as the local graveyard. We are laughing and chatting, and getting disapproving looks from all around. Miserable old cows. I slip my shoe off, and run my foot up and down your leg, I slide my foot up your leg to your lap, and tease you with my foot, feeling you getting hard, running my foot over your erection, Mmm is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me? ” oh my god, I do believe you are blushing” you begin to shift uncomfortably in your seat, your hand begins to wander up my leg, I am not sure whether you are trying to stop me, or whether you are so damn horny you just have to touch, looking deep into your eyes, giving you the full benefit of my “come to bed eyes” loving the way you are looking at me, enjoying making you squirm.

Oops I seem to have dropped my fork under the table,its gone right under the table too, I crawl under the table, but ignore the fork, I pull the table cloth back down, so I am hidden, and undo your jeans, Got to let the poor beast free, he is suffocating there, I take your cock in my hand, and lick it like it is a ice lolly on a hot day, MMmm , you bring out the worst in me you know that? you are struggling not to give the game away, but your eyes close in ecstasy and you are getting breathless, people are beginning to look, close by is the couple in the next room to us, give you a knowing wink, and smile, you whisper to me, “stop it babe I am going cum”, but there’s no chance of that happening, I I wank you into my mouth, testing your self control to the limit, MMmm faster, sucking harder, cum in my mouth babe, you know you want to, stifling a groan as much as you can, your cock begins to twitch, and throb, any second now my mouth is going be full of your hot salty cum, I suck harder still, until you lose all self control, and cum in my mouth, MMmm I love to taste you, oh boy, you are in a real mess, but I lick you clean, there, how’s that?.

The other couple smile as I return to my seat, “You grin and say you really don’t care what you do, do you?” lol, are almanbahis adres you complaining hon? As soon as we finish eating, the guy from the other table comes across to talk to us, “would you mind if we join you? seems we are the only life there is in this place, so maybe we ought to stick together” we tell him that we would love them to join us, and he goes to fetch his wife. They introduce themselves as Sally and Jim, they are both early 40’s we think. They invite us up to their room for a night cap, they seem like a fun couple so we agree. In no time at all the conversation turns to sex, they ask us if I was really blowing you under the table, we laugh and sheepishly admit it, Jim tells us that they were getting pretty turned on at the thought of it.

You and Jim get involved in a conversation about bikes, Sally refuses to let the sex subject drop though, she tells me that she is “Bi” and said that Jim would love to see her have sex with another woman, I know that you must have heard what she just said because, you looked over at us, with an expression on your face that says, ohhh yeah fuck yes. Sally asks if we enjoy a smoke of weed, well talk about ask a silly question. Jim skins up a couple of joints, and we all sit and get wasted, As if we weren’t feeling horny enough, john slips in a porno video, its a group sex session, loads of couples having sex, but there’s loads of lesbian sex too, you and Jim make it plain how much you would love to see a lesbian scene unfold for real. Sally smiles and says,”well I am willing guys…..” she looks at me as if to say, its her that’s letting the side down. Jim takes sally by the hand and leads her into the bathroom, they are only gone for a second, and when they return, I can see a plan has been hatched.

Chapter 5

Sally sat down next to me, and we sat and shared another couple of spliffs, all the time she was talking, I got the distinct impression she was flirting with me, but that didn’t worry me, only thing that startled me at that time, was that I was actually enjoying her attention, Jim and John were engrossed in a conversation, and not paying any attention to us so it seemed, Sally and I sat watching the porno, getting stoned, and chatting, getting close, after awhile, I found I was actually getting turned on by her. Sally asked me if I had ever been with a woman, I told her I had, but more as a threesome than anything else, I have been with a woman a couple of times without a guy present, of course this left me wide open for the obvious question of did I enjoy it, and Sally didn’t hesitate in asking, yes I did enjoy it, it was fun, but I need a good stiff cock inside me too.

Sally seemed pretty excited by this, she leant forward and kissed me full on the mouth, and I didn’t pull away, in fact I found myself kissing her back, her hands wandered down my body to my breasts, tweaking my nipple gently in her fingers while kissing me, MMmmm I didn’t know where you and Jim were at this stage and I didn’t care, Sally was driving me wild, and I didn’t care what she did next, the thought that you and Jim might have been watching excited me too. Sally slid her hand down my top and started stroking my breasts, sliding her tongue into my mouth, she whispered, “imagine my tongue licking your pussy” Oh my god, she unbuttoned my blouse, undone my bra, and was stroking and licking my breasts, MMMmm, I don’t think I have ever been this hot, when a woman has touched me before, Sallies hands wander further down my skirt, she slides my thong to oneside, and inserts her fingers inside my pussy, oh my fucking god, she has done this before I can tell, she slides down between my legs, and licks my clit, while fingering my pussy, Oh yeahhh!!!

I am suddenly aware of someone licking my breasts, and as sally is between my legs I know it isn’t her, I open my eyes, and discover its Jim, oh my god, is this really happening to me? MMMmm, I look for john, he is standing over the other side of the room, looking as though he doesn’t know what to do next, I beckon him over, sitting in front of me, I take his cock deep into my mouth, I love the way he feels in my mouth, Sally sits up, and tells john to sit on the couch beside her, she then sits astride him, and orders him to fuck her as hard as he can, john, being an obedient kind of guy does as he is bid, I get a huge buzz out of watching him fuck sally, Jim pulls me up and bends me over the back of the couch, whips my thong off me in one easy move, and enters me from behind, fucking me with just the tip teasing me, “tell me you want the rest, and its yours,” he says, “I want all of your cock, I say” he slides in a little more, “is that enough?” he asks? “no” I scream, “fuck me you arsehole” “MMmm that’s better I love a woman who knows what she wants” I look up and see you are watching Jim fuck me, I lean over and kiss you, and whisper “is this ok with you” you grin broadly and say, “you bet” Jim turns me around and tells me to sit astride him now, he is fucking me hard and fast, you and sally change positions too, she sits on the couch, while you kneel on the floor, Damn, the air is electric, all of us are getting close to the point of cummin, Jim takes his cock out of my pussy, and comes over my tits, then orders sally to lick it up, which she does with relish, I lean over, taking your cock into my mouth, mmm I love the way you taste.

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For Dearest Lizbeth and Missy

It just seemed to be getting better and better. I knew I had little choice other than to accept and adapt to the New Order and if that were to be the case, who better could I be aligned to than Liz? I could almost come to accept her dominant streak, I reckoned, even though I had always considered myself dominant. In a way, it almost seemed we had something in common and being the underling to her was not without some appeal. I still harboured this little notion, too, that maybe we could form a team given charge of female prisoners in a work camp. Even though it was a female-dominated society, I had to suppose there would be some women who would get out of line and perhaps there would be such a facility and such a need for supervision. Still it was a fanciful notion and not to be dwelt on too long.

Back to the present and I watched as Liz filled out the forms. I was still bemused at this apparent predilection with things relating to bodily functions and I couldn’t imagine the significance of the measurements Liz was required to submit. Who needs to know the dimensions of a crap, for heaven’s sake? Mind you, I rather enjoyed it when Liz had to check the length of my penis, especially when she coaxed into hardness again with her fingernails. Wow! What a dame! It was a bit odd when she stuck her finger up my arse, right enough, and I could have done without that humiliating experience, but in the overall scheme of things, I couldn’t complain. Especially when the form was completed and Liz asked me if I’d mind joining her in bed again. “Mind? Are you kidding?” I thought.

Eagerly, I climbed in beside her and lay just looking at her face, as her head lay on the pillow. It wasn’t a sweet face, but it was so attractive. Fine boned and handsome, with perhaps a touch of hardness, exactly as I liked it. I leant over and began to stroke her hair, running it gently through my fingers. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers and ran the tips over her sensuous lips. I thrilled to the touch of her skin as I continued to explore her body, running my fingers down her neck and onto her thrusting breasts. For a while, I toyed with her hardening nipples, being careful not to squeeze the too hard. It was a common practice for me when I was dominating a woman, but in this instance, I didn’t want to risk anything.

As my hands progressed downwards, I coaxed Liz’s legs apart, relishing the smoothness of the special area at the inside top of her thighs. So smooth and sexy. I let my fingers casually brush against the lips of her pussy and I was pleased to note her aroused squirming. Bolder now, I introduced the tip of my finger to the outside of her pussy, now exhibiting its telltale wetness. Further and further I insinuated my finger, then added another and another, until I was working three fingers inside her, concentrating on the front part which seemed to bring about the greatest response.

As I heard her moaning, I rolled myself over so that I was lying on top of her supine form and with my cock rigid already, I held it at the entrance to her sex. She had told me to make fondest love, and that was not difficult, such was my feeling for her at that moment. I entered gently and continued in that vein, prolonging the sensations until neither of us could wait any longer. We reached the peak simultaneously, which only added to the feeling of perfect harmony. “Oh, Liz!” was all I could explain as I collapsed with my face on her breasts.

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Everything happened more quickly these days. We had just finished making love again when the doorbell rang and a messenger (male) grinned at me and handed me an ivory envelope that he knew came from Central Power. I decided to faze him lightly by asking him why he was grinning and did he want to bare his bottom and be corrected for his effrontery. He turned pale and said, “Oh Miss, I’m sorry–I figured you were an important lady what with letters like that and I enjoyed being of service.”

I allowed myself to smile and told him he should mind his manners or I might remand him for training at the camp I had been assigned to previously. His face blanched some almanbahis giriş more and he pleaded with me to forgive him his moment of levity. I told him that I would but that he should report to me tomorrow and I would issue him a card.

He kept his face from falling more, not knowing what kind of card I might give him. It could range from a mere warning to a remand to camp. I let him sweat.

Then I came back inside and opened the letter. It was a lovely parchment and bore greetings to Ms. Elizabeth — and informed me that Her Majesty had graciously conferred upon me the high rank of High Commandant of Her Most Personal Service, First Grade, and granted as well my prayer to be allowed to retain Alan as my consort.

This was indeed a high honor, higher than I had expected, given that my record alas was not entirely clear, but it also appeared that my friends in high places were watching out for me. Then I turned on my screen and checked my mail and saw that orders had been issued assigning me as commander of Thistledown, which was the most elite of disciplinary camps, as it held those women who had misbehaved and required some punishment. The guards were selected from a higher class of women and were expected to act far more lady-like.

I called Alan in and showed him my commission. I explained that now I was entitled to wear actual stars on my epaulets. I hoped he would take me in his arms and kiss me for this accomplishment. I told him where I was assigned and that he would accompany me. Then I warned him that he would be very very privileged as he would inevitably witness women being disciplined. However, he was not allowed to administer any such punishment. He might, though, be permitted to punish some men who had committed minor offenses.

I told him he would be able to wear nice men’s clothes–normally a suit and he should be grateful. I also told him he must be quite careful and deferential at the start because some women reporting to me might seek to engage him in improper activities. This was known to occur. I told him he would not want to be disciplined in front of the entire camp so he should keep his equipment in his pants except for when he was with me. I told him again he would be sorely tempted and to remember what he was gaining from his alliance with me.

I told him he had to be careful of never offending a woman because the other officers could issue him cards and I would be obliged to approve them. They do know that they are playing with fire, I told him, but some of them will try to tempt you. It will not be worth it, I added with a smile as I reached down and just gave his penis a tiny tweak through his thin trousers.

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Things really did just seem to be getting better almost by the day. It was almost difficult to believe that, but a few short weeks ago, I was in such a different situation, a helpless prisoner in a fiendish work camp, tormented and dominated by a beautiful guard who took every opportunity to punish me severely with her strap and with other methods. Who could have predicted that now, I would be smitten in a completely different way but the same woman who had become my partner, yes still dominant over me, but on a much more acceptable basis. Partner? Yes, and perhaps to be more than just a nominal partner before long, it seemed.

As if that wasn’t enough, now there was a message which would change things again. I was amused as Liz teased the delivery boy, but I had to confess to feeling little sympathy for him. Indeed, it even ran across my mind that it might be rather fun to watch Liz disciplining him, as long as I was being spared!

It turned out the message was to confirm that Liz had been promoted and that I was officially to be regarded as her consort. In the New Order, that was as high as I could wish, and I thrilled at the prospect. I wanted to hug Liz tightly in appreciation, but she moved to her computer to check her e-mail instead. From the message she showed me, it seemed she would not only regain a commanding post, but that she would also be in charge of a prestigious punishment camp, the one to which females were allocated. My almanbahis giriş heart leapt at the news. Could more dreams be coming true? This time, I could not restrain myself and threw my arms round her neck, drawing her lose.

“That’s wonderful, Liz, darling,” I ventured with the familiarity for the first time, hoping it would be acceptable. “We’ll make a great team,” I continued as visions of the two of us thrashing the female prisoners flitted across my brain. When Liz told me I would be able to witness the punishment of female prisoners, my spirits leapt another notch as it seemed we were thinking along the same lines. My eagerness was premature, however. I was not to be permitted to engage in the punishment, just to observe. Still it was better than nothing. Well, much better than nothing actually. I wondered if I would be allowed to play with myself as I watched the punishments. Probably not, I surmised, although I could imagine making love with Liz after a punishment session, as the images were still fresh in our minds. Not sure if the prospect of punishing the male prisoners has any appeal, though. I’ll need to let that sink in.

I continued to listen as Liz mentioned some of the potential hazards of being in the position I would be in. I would be the target of the advances of some of the other female guards, she warned, and I had to concede that such was a distinct possibility. I knew I was still considered attractive by the opposite sex and I was certainly still in good shape. Added to that, my smart appearance in the smart clothes and my somewhat elite status, I could see that some of their imaginations might be fired. I would have to be careful not to give them any excuse to card me and I just hope there were none who exhibited the unfairness I had experienced from Liz in the early days.

“Oh Liz,” I breathed, “you are the only woman I want. You can be assured I won’t be instigating any nonsense. I am so looking forward to working and being with you. When do we start at Thistledown?” Then I felt her touch down below. I just love it when a woman takes such an initiative and I was immediately aroused. I dropped to my knees and burrowed between her legs. “How about a little celebration?” came my muffled request.

* * *

I had not given much idea to what having a consort would mean. Marriage as it was once known was defunct in our society and some women did live together in what seemed like a replacement. I realized I was being quite a selfish girl in enjoying it when he reacted like that, when he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my muff whenever I tweaked his sweet little prong.

We moved into my lovely Commandant’s House at the new camp and I saw all the female prisoners performing cleanup duties on the grounds and did feel a tad nervous at putting him among all of these women. As I unpacked my travelling clothes in our bedroom and watched him unpack my smart new uniform, I enjoyed it as he helped me put on the special lingerie I was now entitled, indeed required, to wear. Whoever had designed them knew fashion surely but I was entranced by the tiny thong–crimson in colour–than now ran between my legs with much of pubic hair set outside it and it had this tiny pearl on it perfectly located—to stimulate my clit. I whispered to him that I might be cumming in my clothes all day and he told me that was my right of command.

A female servant sweetly informed me as I entered my office that the first disciplinary case was ready for my review. As I bade Alan to sit across from me in what was much like a servant’s chair, I saw a tall blonde woman in guard’s dress walk in and smile at me.

She turned and I saw it was Denise, my old partner. “Oh, Liz–excuse me, Ma’am, I do hope you will hear my side of this and treat me fairly,” she pleaded with a bit of a knowing air as she glanced at Alan. “They are recommending that I be reduced from guard to prisoner. All I did was tickle the man’s…parts,” she blushed, again because Alan was there.

Knowing how the interrogatory squad operated, I asked Denise if she had been treated roughly. “Well, I was put in diaper position and they almanbahis yeni giriş did … yes, they did, they tortured me.” I asked her to be specific. “Ma’am, they kept twisting it…you know, my button, my clitoris.” She somehow spit that out as her face got solid crimson.

Seeing her so eviscerated moved me. “Denise, you need to relieve yourself, don’t you?” She nodded, saying she had been denied the privilege for some time. I told her she could squat and go on the floor. “In front of him?” she whined, pointing at Alan. “I see you haven’t yet learned correct behaviour. Permission is withdrawn. Pull up your panties. That will cost you, Denise.”

***

I found I was becoming almost excited at the prospect of moving to the prison with Liz. There were still certain caveats on our relationship, but I was almost like an eager teenager again, so enthused by being with her. I found it was less difficult than I would have thought, to adapt to her being the dominant partner, but I still harboured fanciful notions of what scenarios might open up at Thistledown, where perhaps I might just be able, sometime, to take an active role in the punishment of the female prisoners.

At last the day arrived and I was not disappointed with our private accommodation, at any rate. It was also somewhat arousing to see the female prisoners having to beaver away at maintenance and cleaning chores. My imagination began to kick in again.

One of my first duties was to help Liz with her unpacking and to assist her as she hurriedly prepared to try out her new uniform. Even her lingerie was part of the required uniform, and if it was anything to go by, we were in for a pretty passionate time here at Thistledown. The lacy crimson bra pushed and supported my love’s breasts so alluringly. It would add immeasurably to her air of handsome authority. The panties, however, were something else. Not panties, of course, just a mere thong, but with the simple, yet extremely effective, addition of a pearl sewn in the inside, to stimulate the clitoris. As I helped Liz into them, I couldn’t help giving the pearl a little nudge and was rewarded with a slight glaze in her expression. I wondered what would happen if I wiggled the pearl with my tongue and I immediately began to look forward to the end of the day’s duty. The thought of Liz cumming all day at the instigation of the pearl was heavenly indeed.

Once I had Liz dressed in her splendid new uniform we made tracks for the office and almost immediately it was time for her first case of discipline. My senses were aroused already, as I sat in a lower, smaller chair across from Liz, whose central position gave her an added air of authority. I was intrigued to discover how this scenario would develop and waited with baited breath as the first case was presented. I couldn’t believe my luck when the door opened and in came a familiar figure: it was Denise, the blonde bitch who, with Liz, had been my co-tormentor at the old camp!

“Oh thank you,” I voiced silently, as images of a penitent Denise, secured for a thrashing, sped into my mind. I could only sit and watch, however, as Liz took control. She began with a preliminary interrogation of what had happened to Denise to land her in this spot. Denise claimed to have only tickled a male prisoner’s private parts. “That’ll be right,” I thought, “Don’t believe her Liz. She probably grabbed them and twisted them or something. Don’t believe her. Give her the cane. The bitch deserves it.”

My thoughts didn’t seem to be getting through yet, unfortunately, although it was satisfying to note how embarrassed the bitch became at some of the prompting from Liz. I was pleased to learn the interrogation squad had had some fun with her: I hoped they really hurt her as they extracted her confession.

I loved it when Liz really got into her new role, taunting Denise with the offer of a pee. Denise accepted, but then with a master stroke (“or should that be mistress stroke?” I thought with a chuckle) told her she had to do it right there and then, in front of me. Oddly, I found the notion somewhat interesting, but I was to be denied the opportunity, when Denise declined, being too embarrassed in front of me.

“Excellent!” I thought, looking hard at Liz in the hope she would pick up my message “Now she’s for it. Go on. Liz, sentence her to a thrashing. On the bare. Go on. Please.” I willed it as hard as I could and waited expectantly.

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The sexy nineteen year old brunette Erica stood at attention in Director Booker’s office, nervously biting her lip. She had only just made full agent in Whore Division, but her very first mission had gone badly awry when she was thwarted by her nemesis Amanda of the rival agency Slut Directorate.

Director Booker was not at all pleased, standing with his arms crossed and a frighteningly intense expression on his face. The big, black Director had promoted Erica well ahead of most of her trainee class, and was clearly embarrassed and furious that she had failed her mission so spectacularly.

Erica fidgeted as she stood before Booker in little more than a black tank top, denim mini skirt and a few accessories. She had dressed casually because she knew she had been rostered for training today, but standing before the Director she now felt quite underdressed. She had already been debriefed after her mission, and Booker knew all the sordid details, but he nevertheless insisted that she come up to see him.

Booker had already spent the past ten minutes grilling her over her incompetence, but now that he had blown off that steam, he had settled into a more dark and pensive mood. Erica always found the Director a little intimidating, and reflected that she preferred him angry and yelling than the intensity of his silent brooding.

“Erica, refresh my memory…” began Director Booker, “what do you think Whore Division is?”

“Sir,” answered Erica, quickly and professionally, “Whore Division is an elite black ops branch of the Sexual Intelligence Agency, dedicated to gathering intelligence and performing high risk operations to protect and advance the national interest.”

“Very good,” said Booker darkly, “and what do we do at Whore Division?”

“We leverage sexual power and ability to achieve objectives set by Division, sir,” replied Erica.

“Indeed we do, Erica,” whispered Booker menacingly. “Why then, on a simple suck-and-fetch mission did you fail to retrieve the Botton Device and complete the objective I set you?”

“I- I’m sorry, sir” answered Erica, completely dejected.

“I keep running it over in my mind, and something just isn’t sitting right,” growled Booker.

“What do you mean, sir?” asked Erica.

“Well I know where you went wrong,” said Booker. “That was painfully clear. Completely amateurish! After already being alerted to the possibility that an enemy agent had reached Hammerhard, you nevertheless proceeded without backup. Then, without obtaining the Botton Device, without even verifying Klaus had it with him, you simply got on your knees and sucked him off! We’re whores here at Division, not sluts! Payment always comes first, and then we provide service. Finally, when Amanda does show up, what do you do? You offer to let Hammerhard fuck you! Even though that had not been sanctioned for this mission.”

“At the time I thought I had to improvise,” said Erica.

“Look, I give you credit for taking initiative,” said Booker. “But there’s a reason we don’t sanction fucking for low grade clients like Hammerhard. Higher level sexual service is reserved for the most crucial clients and missions. If we let any two-bit scumbag have their way with our agents then it’s not worth anything to the top clientele! That’s why this mission was blowjobs only. That’s why I chose you, because your oral expertise is some of the best I’ve ever seen in all my years at Division. I thought this would be a straightforward first mission for you.”

“Amanda showing up,” complained Erica, “it threw me off, sir.”

“Yes, Amanda,” said Booker, stroking his chin. “Under no circumstance should you have even entertained the idea of a fucking competition with Amanda. Not only would she have beaten you, but she plays dirty, as you well saw. She simply killed Klaus and walked out with the Botton Device while you were busy bent over the table having been fucked when you weren’t supposed to!”

“It was my mistake, sir,” said Erica. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s not what’s bothering me though,” said Booker finally. “You were outmatched and unprepared to take on as devious an enemy as Amanda, that’s clear. But why was she there in the first place? The Botton Device was extremely valuable, but Klaus had no idea of its true worth. And there was no way Slut Directorate should have known the deal was going down. Not fast enough to get an agent like Amanda in play at the least.”

“What are you saying, Director?” asked Erica.

“I don’t know yet,” growled Booker. “But I don’t like the implications. It may be we have a leak in our organisation, and I intend to find it and fix it.”

“Trust me, Director, Amanda won’t screw me over next time,” insisted Erica.

“Next time?” snapped Booker. “What makes you think there’ll be a next time after your performance? No, I think it’s clear Division needs to re-evaluate your position for the time being.”

“No!” exclaimed Erica. “Please sir, I’ll do anything!”

“Well, Erica, you can start almanbahis giriş by sucking my cock!” said Booker as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his raging hard black cock out. “I’ve needed to blow a load all morning and I can’t find Cara anywhere today.”

“But sir,” said Erica, “I thought blowing Division personnel was trainee duty…”

“After your screw up mission, consider yourself on probation!” growled Booker. “Now get down there and put those pouty lips of yours to work!”

Erica sighed and dropped to her knees before Director Booker, feeling her mini denim skirt ride up her tanned thighs a little more as she did so. Tossing her long shiny dark brown hair over her shoulder, she looked up at the big, black man before her, her stunning pale eyes resting under a sexy fringe of bangs. Her tight little black tank top offered a tremendous view of her incredible cleavage. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were very perky, and looked simply irresistible squished together in her bra and tank top.

Booker’s thick black cock rose out of his unzipped trousers before Erica’s face like a towering obelisk. Erica had sucked his monster of a phallus off plenty of times before as a trainee, but she was supposed to be a full agent now, and being reduced to servicing Division personnel again at their whims was a touch humiliating.

Still, Erica didn’t want to be thrown back into traineeship altogether so she braced her hands on Booker’s thighs and leaned forward to take his twitching member into her mouth.

As the thick cock head passed Erica’s rosy lips and pushed over her warm, wet tongue, she was suddenly reminded of just how large and wide the Director’s cock was. As her lips were stretched she kept opening her mouth wider and wider to accommodate the immense black dick which just kept filling her mouth.

Pretty soon Erica found her mouth crammed with dick meat, and the cock wasn’t stopping there but instead pushed onwards towards her throat.

“Mmmmmff!” Erica moaned in muffled protest.

“That’s it, Erica, take it all,” encouraged Booker. “I know it’s been a while, but you can do it. Cara’s the only trainee since you that can fully deep throat me, you know. I’ve become very fond of that girl’s bottomless mouth. But it’s good to sample your exceptional skills again.”

“Mmmmnnn hmmmm,” Erica mumbled around his cock as she attempted to say ‘thank you’.

Booker meanwhile had reached down a great big hand and stuffed it into Erica’s tank top, busily groping her breasts and fondling her tight cleavage as she continued to slurp away on his rod.

With an effort, Erica screwed her eyes shut and gave a mighty lunge with her head, until with a pop she felt Booker’s cock squeeze into her silky slippery throat and took him to the base.

“Unnnghhh mmnghhh!” Erica grunted as she pressed her nose into Booker’s belly and his balls slap against her chin.

“Oh yeah, get it right in there, Erica!” gasped Booker. “By the way, as part of your reprimand you’ll be on sexual service duty for Division personnel all week, so you’ll want to keep your pager on so you can be notified when somebody needs your lips and tongue on them.”

Erica gagged on his cock as he said that, pulling back a few inches to bob and suck on the shaft. A whole week of sucking off Division staff and who knows what else, thought Erica with alarm. She wasn’t sure how she was going to get through the day alone. She tried to compile a mental list of all the people who might possibly need or want relief from her pouty lips as she continued to blow off Director Booker.

“Damn Erica, I forgot how good you were at this, I’m going to blow!” yelled Booker.

Booker shook Erica out of her thoughts with a sudden jerk of his mighty cock as he came suddenly and violently in her mouth. Hot cum raced across her tongue and splattered against her throat as it gushed out in great bursts. Erica raced to swallow it all, not wanting it to spill out and stain the tank top she would be wearing for the rest of the day.

The Director however had other ideas. Pulling out of her slick mouth with a wet pop, he proceeded to wipe off the mix of saliva and cum left on his soaking shaft on Erica’s cleavage, getting the swirl of juices all over her tank top in the process.

With a satisfied grunt, Booker stuffed his cock back into his trousers.

“That’s to remind you what you’ll be doing all week for screwing up your mission,” said Booker, nodding at the cum soaking into Erica’s tank top. “Oh, and by the way, no fucking until the end of the week. Only blowjobs, you understand?”

“But sir!” Erica protested.

“I think a little pleasure deprivation will do good to remind you not to fail a mission next time,” said Booker, “and if you do well at keeping Division staff pleased and serviced with that talented tongue of yours, I’ll consider ending your probation early and you can fuck to your heart’s content. Think of it as motivation.”

“Yes sir,” said Erica almanbahis yeni giriş with a flicker of irritation as she stood up and hurried out of the room. Her pager was already buzzing away. It seemed a lot of staff at Whore Division were already eager to be serviced by the tall and sultry young brunette, and they weren’t going to wait around to get it.

Erica shook her head as she strutted out of the room. It was going to be a long day.

**

Erica’s eyes went wide as another load of hot cum burst into her open and waiting mouth.

She had just gulped down a fresh load of steaming cum from a sexy latino Division agent. The beautiful bronzed man had been reviewing files on EMP weapons proliferation and badly needed some sweet relief for his aching boner. Word had got around Division quickly that Erica was on staff service duty or the “suck rounds” as much of the personnel had come to call it, and the tall and leggy brunette was in high demand.

Not ten minutes earlier she had blown a senior analyst, and five minutes before that she speed sucked a young maintenance man off in just under three minutes. To Erica’s growing irritation, both the analyst and the maintenance guy had pulled out at the last second and blasted their hot spunk all over her chest and tank top. She had cleaned up her cleavage as best she could, but she didn’t have any time to change or wash off the stains in her tight fitting top.

She resolved to have her next clients cum in her mouth, rather than further ruin her outfit.

Erica had a reputation around Division as having one of the most incredible and talented mouths in the whole agency, despite her relatively junior status as a newly promoted agent. Despite the nature of their work as a branch of Sexual Intelligence, agents weren’t constantly copulating with each other, usually reserving their highly honed skills for assignments and operations. Sexual relief was standard procedure at Division, but the task fell mostly to the young and enthusiastic trainees; and even then only when their rigorous training timetables permitted.

The opportunity to sample the oral abilities Erica had on offer had already become a hot commodity around Division. Word spread rapidly that her delectable blowjobs were on the market, and many among the male staffers were quickly queuing up for the chance to have their dick sucked by Erica’s sweet mouth. Even a few of the female personnel at Division were keenly considering a good licking and eating out by the nineteen year old knockout, though her skills in that department were nowhere near as good as her legendary cock sucking abilities.

No sooner had she swallowed down the agent’s load then she had to race off to her next appointment, even as her pager kept beeping with new alerts.

Erica hurried into Medical and made straight for Doc’s office. She found him patiently waiting, reviewing charts and data on a large flat screen monitor, dressed in an immaculate white doctor’s lab coat.

‘Doc’, or Doctor McCreamy, was Division’s resident medical and biochemical science expert, and specialised in keeping agents healthy and hale, as well as boosting them with some rather cunning chemical compounds that Doc had drummed up in his lab. Doctor McCreamy was also an incredibly attractive man, with a suave refined look that only enhanced the sexy ‘doctor’ image in the minds of Division’s female agents. He had fine, chiselled features, and smooth dark hair dashed with silver.

Without even waiting for an invitation, Erica dove to her knees and hastily unbuckled Doc’s pants and yanked them to a bundle around his feet. She inwardly cursed herself for wearing a mini skirt instead of jeans, as her knees were already beginning to grow a little sore from all the kneeling she was doing.

“Ah Erica, you made it!” said Doc McCreamy. “I have something special for you today, part of an experiment on a new solution I’ve been working on.”

Erica didn’t bother stopping to acknowledge this, and instead proceeded to wrap her smooth lips around Doc’s already burgeoning cock. She had a lot of cock to get through today, and she was already behind schedule.

Sensing this, Doc continued, “I see you’re in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll just keep explaining while you suck me off, Erica.”

Erica gave a little moan around the cock in her mouth to show she understood, and then settled her bobbing head into a fast but steady rhythm of cock sucking as she pushed her ovaled lips up and down the length of the shaft.

“You see, I’m testing a new serum that’s designed to make male cum especially tasty and flavoursome,” said Doc. “Division agents usually spend a lot of time on blowjobs on assignment, and consume a lot of cum in the line of duty. While every agent is well trained and able to deal with a variety of cum tastes, many clients do not have the best tasting spunk in the world.”

Erica listened on, but kept bobbing her head on his cock, looking up often to meet the Doc’s almanbahis gaze with her own smoky sensual pale eyes. Doc in turn rested his hands on the back of Erica’s head, running his fingers through her striking long brown hair as he urged her oral ministrations on.

“When this serum is consumed by a client, within only a matter of minutes the chemical composition of their cum is subtly and delicately changed into the most wondrous and delicious array of flavours.” Doc continued. “Each man seems to produce a different flavour set for his cum, but they are all quite tasty according to the girls who have sampled them so far.”

“Ahhnnn hmmmnnhh,” Erica mumbled as she sucked faster and harder, intrigued by the concept. Tasty cum would certainly help a great deal in her line of work; this week in particular.

“There’s a separate one for women I’m working on too, but the compounds are quite different and a lot more complex so that may take some time longer,” said Doc. “In the meantime, I have dosed myself up with some serum myself and hope that you’ll find the results quite enjoyable.”

“Mmmmm hmmm,” replied Erica, providing a great view of her cleavage in her now somewhat cum-stained black tank top as she knelt and sucked.

“Speak of the devil,” said Doc McCreamy with unnatural calm as without warning he began to ejaculate massive quantities of creamy cum into Erica’s sucking mouth.

Erica moaned in amazement as she received the load.

“Ahhh, thankyou Erica, that was most satisfactory,” said Doc McCreamy as he finished cumming in her mouth with a sigh of contentment.

Erica swirled the Doc’s cum around in her mouth with relish. The Doc was right. The cum tasted incredible! It was hot and sticky like always, but instead of salty and musky, it tasted sweet and light. She could detect bursts of strawberries and hints of apple cider in the cum flavour. The overall effect was delicious, and she swallowed it down with excitement before happily licking Doc’s cock clean.

“That was amazing, Doc!” Erica laughed. “You have got to get this on the menu for Division staff this week, I think I may need it to get through all the blowjobs I have to give!”

Doc smiled, “I’ll certainly try Erica, but there’s still a lot of testing to go. We’re still getting unusual flavours turn up. One young woman reported tasting shepherd’s pie the other day.”

“Ok, I really got to run Doc!” said Erica as she leaped to her feet. “And thanks for not blowing your load all over my tank top; I’m trying not to let it get too messy today.”

“Of course,” said Doc. “Besides I needed you to taste my cum directly for the experiment, not lick it off clothing. Although, that brings up an interesting prospect about bio-engineering cum that doesn’t stain textile materials…”

Erica didn’t hear the rest as she was already out the door and running to her next blowjob appointment.

**

“So how is this going to work exactly?” asked Erica with puzzlement.

“It’s pretty simple,” replied Kenzie Fox, “all you have to do is sit in the car like normal, and lean your head out the window. For today we’re not going anywhere, it’s just for testing purposes.”

“It’s pretty low to the ground,” commented Erica as she took the a seat in the sexy red sports car, still wearing her cum-stained tank top and denim mini skirt.

“It’s designed that way,” said Kenzie. “It puts your head at perfect crotch level. That way, all you have to do is roll down the window and stick your head out a little and you’ll be at the ideal position to give head to a client standing outside the car door.”

“Aha,” said Kenzie as she stretched out in the car and powered down the window with the push of a button.

“Think of it as a drive thru, where you can just roll by and pick up some cum loads without ever having to get out of the car!” said Kenzie cheerfully.

Kenzie Fox was Division’s resident ‘gear slut’. She was a crazy for anything mechanical, and took care of all the specialised vehicles agents often used on missions, as well as inventing new and diabolical gadgets to take into the field. Kenzie was not only car-crazy and a genius, but smoking hot too. She fine had dark hair held back in a messy ponytail, sharp green eyes, olive skin, and an athletic figure to die for. Not only was she naturally hot, but she had a penchant for dressing down when she was busy buried away in her workshop. Today she was in nothing more than a patterned string bikini, a leather jacket, combat boots, and a utility belt of power tools slung around her waist.

Erica meanwhile, was nearing the end of a long day of providing blowjob relief to dozens of Division personnel. Her clothes were streaked with dry (and not-so-dry) cum, and she hadn’t even had time to service all the people paging her with requests. She had done what she could with her able mouth and agile tongue, but after a whole day’s worth of sucking cock, her neck was sore, her knees aching, and her jaw exhausted.

However, when Kenzie had paged her, Erica was more than happy to fit in her request. She had always liked Kenzie, and the two of them had gotten up to more than a little mischief around Division in their days. If the ‘gear slut’ needed a favour, Erica was willing to help out.

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It was Saturday night and my husband and I were obligated to attend a cocktail party given by one of his clients. My husband, Brian, is a prominent real estate attorney. His firm represents a huge property developer. The cocktail party was a celebration of a very profitable deal that had finally closed for them. As I pulled my black silk sheath over my head, I resigned myself to boring conversation and a long evening. As I zipped my dress, I glanced at myself in the mirror over the sink. The black silk glided over my body, sculpting itself to every curve. I’m not thin by any means. What I am is curvy, from my 42C breasts down over my hips to my ass. The sheath barely hung to mid-thigh. Slipping my feet into my three-inch black heels, I felt like I was definitely dressing for my own pleasure and not for the party.

As I fastened my sterling silver choker around my neck, Brian walked in and stopped. His smile was instant. Neither of us really wanted to go to this party but it wasn’t exactly optional. Brian walked up behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. He was already semi-erect. As he pressed his hips into my ass, I felt his cock rising and getting harder in his suit. His right hand moved down and across my stomach, slowing inching it’s way to the dip between my thighs. As his fingers pulled my dress up slowly, I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Brian’s left hand moved down and slid between my thighs. As the tip of his fingers touched the top of my slit, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

“No panties yet. And so wet.” Brian was whispering against my ear as his fingers dipped lower between my legs. Using just the tips of his fingers, he rubbed my pussy gently, giving me just enough pressure so I could feel him. As his fingers moved up and down my lips, his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, which was already hardening. He flattened his hand slightly, his cufflink cutting into my skin just above my pussy. I hardly felt it. His fingers pushed inside my lips, his thumb applied more pressure to my clit. In slow circles, he rotated his thumb over my clit. I moaned and arched. His hand holding my dress up wrapped itself around my waist pressing me to him. His fingers moved in faster circles. Just as I felt an orgasm start, Brian stopped all movement. I moaned, begging him to move his fingers.

Slowly, Brian flexed his wrist, moving his fingers up and down my pussy. As he kissed my neck, he slid his middle finger inside my pussy and withdrew it slowly. Four more times he inserted and withdrew his finger. On the fifth insertion, he pushed two fingers inside me. “Rub your clit. Touch yourself while I fuck you.” His voice was low against my ear. Following his instructions, I slid my hand down between my legs. As Brian stroked my pussy, fucking me slowly with his two fingers, I pressed my fingers to my clit and rubbed frantically. almanbahis My fingers hummed over my hard nub. Brian’s fingers stroked faster and faster, diving deeper and deeper into my tunnel. I was moaning, writhing against him. His cock was hard against me but still tucked safely in his pants. “Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He whispered it over and over again in my ear. As his fingers rammed inside me, I broke. My orgasm ripped through me. I came so hard cum spurted from me, drenching his hand. His fingers slowed and then finally withdrew completely.

Leaning back against him, I sighed and Brian whispered in my ear, “You better finish getting dressed. We don’t want to be late. And wear panties. Lace panties.”

As he walked away, I suddenly felt abandoned. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on the vanity counter. My pussy was still tingling, light pulses singing through me. My legs felt weak, my head even weaker. When I was finally able to move, I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of white lace panties. Slipping my legs into them, I pulled them snug against my mound and knew instantly they were destined to be wet for the rest of the night.

As I finished dressing, I realized my body had never stopped humming from my orgasm. I thought about Brian standing behind me, rubbing his cock against me, and I felt myself shiver all over again. I didn’t want this party. I wanted to stay home and fuck my husband until neither of us could walk again. Sighing at the inevitability of my situation, I grabbed my little black purse and headed out to Brian. He was standing near the door, holding my coat in his hands. As he helped me into it, I felt his hands slide ever so slightly against the sides of my breasts. “I want you so much right now. I want to bury my cock in you until you can’t help but scream.” His whisper sent more shivers through my already sensitive body. Blindly I followed him to the car and let him help me in. I don’t even remember the trip to the party.

Holding a glass of wine in one hand and holding onto Brian’s arm with the other, I let Brian lead me from group to group making small talk. I didn’t hear anything that was said. My mind kept flashing back to Brian’s fingers on my clit, drilling inside me. When I shivered, Brian asked if I was cold. I shook my head and sipped my wine. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be buried inside you soon.” He was teasing me, whispering softly in my ear so only I could hear him. I felt my body blush from head to toe. He whispered again, “This time I’ll have my cock pressed to the hilt inside you while I rub your clit with my fingers. You’ll like that, baby. You’ll like me fucking you.”

Near sexual hysteria, I sipped more wine. My body was on fire. I felt as if my juices were leaking down my legs, leaving wet stains in my stockings. After an hour, Brian took my hand and guided me down a hallway. He looked over his shoulder almanbahis adres and then opened a door and pushed me through. It was dark and I couldn’t see where we were. It didn’t matter. In the next minute, Brian was on his knees in front of me, my dress pushed up around my waist. When Brian’s tongue lashed out at my white lace covered pussy, I nearly screamed in orgasm. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I flexed my fingers, digging my nails into his suit jacket. Brian’s tongue was pushing my panties against my clit. His tongue wasn’t actually touching me but I could feel the heat from his breath. His fingers dug into my waist as his tongue pushed my panties against me, rubbing my already sensitive sex. When Brian used his teeth to gently bite my clit, I groaned and felt my body break. My orgasm was intense and long.

Not saying a word, Brian rose to his feet, letting my dress fall back down. Grabbing my hand, he led me from the room and back to the party. I was in sexual shock. He’d never even touched my skin and I’d had an orgasm like never before. I was close to falling apart. I wanted his cock. For all the orgasms I’d had, I still wanted to have his cock buried inside me. And all he was doing was torturing me.

As the party continued, I met and greeted his boss, his clients, their wives. All I could see in my mind was Brian’s cock stroking in and out of my pussy. I felt like a cat in heat. I don’t know how I got through the night. As Brian led me from the party, we were almost to the car when he pulled me towards the garage. His hand held mine tight as he pulled me through the door. The garage was lit with lights from the outside. His boss’s Jag was sitting in the middle of the floor. I looked up at Brian. His mouth broke into a grin as he pushed me back against the hood of the Jag.

“Brian. Brian, we can’t…. we….. can’t….”

My words broke on a moan as Brian’s hands lifted my dress again. His hands skimmed over my thighs as his fingers reached up and grabbed hold of my panties. With one tug, my white lace panties were hanging from Brian’s fingers. My eyes followed my panties as Brian dropped them to the floor. Before I could try to sway Brian away from this idea, Brian’s hands grabbed my waist and lifted me up on the hood of the Jag. The coolness of the hood was a direct contrast to the heat my body was putting off.

“Brian, really, this isn’t a good idea. Let’s go home and we can…. Ohhhh…”

If Brian’s boss had walked in at that moment, he’d have seen me laying back on the hood of his silver Jag, my arms holding me up, my legs in the air over Brian’s shoulders, Brian’s head between my legs. I moaned as the tip of Brian’s tongue dove into my pussy, parting my lips and licking me slowly. Tipping my head back, I gave in to the sensations rippling through me. Brian’s hands held my ass, shifting me up so he could get a better almanbahis yeni giriş angle on my cunt. I was moaning, writhing on the hood of the Jag, not caring who heard me.

As Brian’s tongue stroked my clit, his left hand moved around my hip. His fingers stroked over me as his tongue moved down my pussy. My clit was being tortured. His fingers moved rapidly over me. Lifting his head, Brian looked at me. His eyes were as glazed as mine must have been by now. His mouth was wet, his chin shiny. “Cum for me baby. Cum for me again and then I promise I’ll fuck you senseless.”

Well, with that for encouragement, how could I hold back. Brian lowered his mouth to my succulent cunt again and as his mouth covered my lips, I broke into another huge orgasm. I swear I must have put a dent in the hood of the Jag as I pumped my hips up and down, pushing my pussy against Brian’s tongue.

Before I could catch my breath, Brian was pulling me closer to the edge of the hood. I heard Brian’s zipper and then I felt the tip of his cock being pushed with one stroke inside me. Brian lifted my legs straight up, holding them together, as he plowed his cock deep inside my pussy. This is what I had wanted all night. This was what I had craved. Brian’s cock was hard and thick, pulsing inside me as he plunged over and over again deep in my pussy. Brian reached up with one hand and pulled the neckline of my dress down. Grabbing the edge of my bra, Brian pulled it down, releasing my breast. His fingers twisted my nipple as he pulled. I moaned and arched up.

“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Ohhhh yessss!”

I was begging Brian to fuck me harder. Brian grunted and then pulled out of me. Grabbing my shoulders, Brian pulled me off of the hood, turned me around and pushed me over. Bracing my hands on the hood of the Jag, I parted my legs, waiting for Brian. Putting one hand under my right leg, Brian planted my foot on the bumper of the Jag, effectively opening my legs even wider for him. Biting down on my bottom lip, I closed my eyes as Brian stepped toward me again. With one quick stroke, Brian slammed his cock deep inside my pussy again. I moaned and pushed back against him. Brian pistoned his hips over and over again, driving his cock harder and harder into me. I felt another orgasm rip through me. Brian grabbed my ass, holding on tight as he rammed his cock into me again and again. With a grunt, Brian clenched his hands on my ass as his own orgasm broke. Brian’s cum filled me, his cream running down my legs as he pulled out. Wrapping his hands in my hair, Brian pulled my head back to him. His mouth found mine and he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing through my lips.

As he adjusted his clothing and I pulled my dress back down, fitting my breast back into place, I looked back at the Jag. Finger prints gleamed over the top coat. Brian grabbed my hand and led me back our car out front. As we drove home, I felt tingly and ready for me. At home, as Brian slowed stripped me naked to take me to bed again, I remembered where we had left my white lace panties. Laying on the garage floor next to the front wheel of the Jag. His boss was definitely in for a surprise.

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So here is my erotic fantasy of me and you. You don’t have to read all of it, because it’s kind of long…you don’t have to read any of it if you don’t want to, but I had a great time writing it:

We are both chilling, just the two of us, drinkin, smokin, listening to music, arguing a little. You are standing in front of a table. I pick you up and sit you down on the edge of the table and I give you one of those wet tongue kisses that instantly makes both of us really horny.

Then, you tell me that you are not wearing any panties. You are wearing a skirt, so I reach underneath it and I feel your soft, smooth pussy with my fingers. I give you another kinky kiss as I begin to rub your pussy, and I feel you start to get wet. You can feel my hard dick rubbing against your thighs through my pants as I continue to rub your pussy, and stick my finger inside it while kissing you.

Next, I spread your legs apart, and pull your left leg on top of the table, while your right leg is still down, so that it’s easy for me to get to your pussy. I kiss you one more time, then I give you a cigarette and tell you to smoke it. “Why?” You ask. “Just do it, it will turn me on I say.” So you put the cigarette in your mouth and I light it for you.

Then, I put my head down in between your legs as you take a drag from the cigarette, and I start to kiss your inner thighs, gradually almanbahis giriş getting closer and closer to your pussy..I can already smell the sweet aroma from it because of how wet you are. I start to kiss it gently, and breathe warm air onto it. Finally, I take my tongue and lick the surface of your pussy, and you let out a soft moan.

After licking the surface of your pussy for a few seconds I start licking your clit and sucking on it, then I stick my tongue in deeper, fucking your pussy with my tongue, and making out with your pussy like it was your mouth…you keep smoking the cigarette, looking sexy as hell in your skirt, with your legs spread apart, high heels on your feet and the cigarette in your hand. With my tongue deep in your pussy, I taste your sweet juices slowly flowing into my mouth, and the sweet flesh of your luscious pussy lips.

Finally, I pull away, you put out the cigarette and I tell you to stay on the table, but to lay down on it, upside down with your legs up against the wall, and your head on the edge of the table, where you were sitting, I stand up and you see my thick, hard cock over your face. You start licking the tip of it, and then you take it into your mouth, and suck on it, upside down. Your tongue feels so good against my hard dick and you can’t wait for it to be inside you. I take out a camera and take some pictures of almanbahis yeni giriş my stiff dick in your sexy mouth. After awhile, I take it out, and you sit up, back in the position you were in when I was eating your pussy.

We have another passionate tongue kiss and you can still taste some of your pussy juice on my tongue. “Slide your dick inside me.” You say.

I pull my hips close to yours, and rub the surface of your pussy lips with my cock, looking for the hole. I find it, and because of how wet you are, I slide right inside. I love the feeling of how wet and warm your pussy is, and even though it is wet, it wraps around my cock tightly. You feel my hard, warm, thick cock fill your pussy, and rub against your clit.

I take out the camera again, and take a picture of your sexy, wet pussy lips swallowing my hard thick cock. I am slowly thrusting into you, pulling my dick in and out far enough that you can feel the tip of my dick rub against your clit each time. I look into your eyes as I slide my cock inside you, and I lick the tip of your tongue as your warm pussy juice soaks my dick. Your soft moans turn me on. “Your dick feels so good!” You tell me. “So does your pussy” I say. I begin to push my dick into you with all of my hips, and twist it around inside your pussy.

“Are you gonna give me a big load of cum?” You ask. “Yeah, almanbahis right in your pussy” I say. “That sounds so good, I wanna feel your cum inside me.” You reply.

“I want to make you cum too and get your pussy juice all over my dick.” I tell you.

We both look so sexy, fucking on that table…your sexy legs spread apart with my dick in between, your beautiful, curvy, womanly body up against my hard, straight chest. The sweet smell of sex is permeating the room.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” I tell you.

“Wait! I’m about to cum too!” You say.

I keep on thrusting my dick in and out of you, and the sound of your wet pussy juices each time I go in and out turns me on.

“I don’t know if I can wait, your pussy feels so fucking good!” I say. But you are almost there, you feel the tension building in your legs and your pussy, and you feel my hard dick throbbing inside you, suddenly, you feel an explosion of warm, wet, sticky cum flowing into your pussy, more than ever before…at that moment, your pussy contracts around my dick, your legs shake uncontrollably and you let out a vicious moan as your pussy explodes with pleasure, and your cum gets mixed in with mine. There is so much of it, it starts to leak down your thigh..I pull my dick out, but keep it close to your pussy and I take a picture of my hard dick next to your soft, open pussy, with my cum dripping out of you. After that, I lick the cum off your thigh.

We get up, stumbling the first few steps and then we get into bed naked, with my dick against your soft, smooth ass. We wake up in the middle of the night and I fuck you again, and cum inside your pussy again.

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Nicole and Steve were sitting on the sofa watching a movie. It was an erotic thriller and on the screen there was a man and woman in a bedroom, both half naked. The man had on just a pair of blue jeans, the woman wore even less, a lacy red bra, matching panties and high stiletto heels.

The woman was lying on the bed as the man walked over to her holding something in his hand. He bent over her, removed the object from his hand and laid it over the woman’s eyes. It was a silk scarf. He started tying it in back of her head when Steve muttered, “Damn.”

Nicole looked over at him, smiling. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Steve said, his eyes glued to the screen, “that’s hot.”

“So what is it that turns you on? The blindfold or the outfit?”

“Both.”

“Ahh,” Nicole replied, making a mental note to pick up some red lingerie and a silk scarf for the next time they got together.

“What about you?” Steve asked.

“What about me?” Nicole asked.

“You know what turns me on…I want to know what turns you on.”

Uh oh Nicole thought to herself. What do I say? She debated on whether to just tell him something generic, like the way he kisses, or something more specific, something she had never shared with any of her boyfriends.

“Hello?” Steve said, waving his hand in front of her face, “anyone home?” He smiled at her and said, “Ok, spill it.”

Nicole’s heart was racing as she started to speak.

“No,” she said, “you’re gonna think it’s weird.”

“C’mon, almanbahis just tell me,” Steve said, “I promise I won’t laugh.”

Nicole took a deep breath and looked down at the floor. “Ok. I don’t know why, but I really like it when a guy listens to my heartbeat.”

She looked up and saw him looking at her, smiling. ” That’s it?” he said, “That’s what you were afraid to tell me?” He patted his right leg. “Come here sweetie.”

Nicole sat on his lap and Steve put his arm around her and pulled her close. He rested his head against her chest and heard her heart beating fairly fast. He supposed it was because she was still a bit nervous after sharing her secret. He decided to find out more about this particular turn on of hers.

He kept his ear against her chest and told her, “I can hear your heartbeat.” Immediately he heard it speed up. “Hmm,” he said, “it’s beating faster now. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump”, he told her, and found himself getting aroused by what he was hearing.

Nicole shifted around restlessly on Steve’s lap. She was very excited but also embarassed.

Steve moved his head away from her chest and said, “Lay down for a minute.” Steve got up and Nicole laid down on the sofa.

“What are you going to do?” Nicole asked, but she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

Steve knelt down next to the sofa and slid Nicole’s shirt up until he could see the bottom of her bra. He laid his hand on her stomach, his fingers almanbahis adres sliding over her warm skin. He moved his hand slowly upward to the middle of her chest. His hand stopped between her breasts and he looked her in the eyes. “I can feel your heart beating,” he told her. She gasped slightly as her heart sped up. He smiled down at her. His hand slid over to her left side and he pressed his fingers gently under her left breast against her apex. “It’s pounding beneath my hand,” he said as he watched his fingers moving up and down with each beat.

Nicole was breathing fast now and her heart rate kept climbing. Steve realized that he was getting excited also. He removed his hand from her chest and he heard Nicole whimper softly as if she didn’t want him to stop.

“Shhh,” he said, “I want to listen to it again.” He laid his head on her chest and instantly heard the quick beating of her heart. “I can hear it,” he said, “it’s beating so fast. You like knowing that I’m listening, don’t you?” he asked her. She said nothing, but her heart answered for her, speeding up again.

“Your heart is pounding so hard…and so loud,” Steve commented, “The faster your heart beats the more excited I get,” he told her.

Nicole glanced down and saw Steve’s head bouncing up and down on her chest in time with her heartbeat. Yet again, her heart sped up.

“That’s it…”, Steve said, “Faster. I want to hear your heart beating faster. I want to feel your heart pounding almanbahis giriş beneath my ear.” He pressed his head closer against Nicole’s chest and the sound of her heartbeat was almost deafening. Her heart was beating so fast now he figured it was close to 130 beats per minute. As he laid there, ear pressed against her chest he heard her heart pause for a second followed by a forceful double-beat. This happened a few more times and Steve said, “Your heart’s skipping….you’re so excited….”

Nicole laid there eyes closed, breathing heavily. This was something that she’d only dreamed of and now it was really happening. She was so sexually excited by Steve’s words and what he was doing that she felt an orgasm could very well happen any second.

Steve continued to talk to her, exciting her with his words. Again he described the sound he was hearing “THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP,” even faster than before. “C’mon Nicole,” he said, “Your heart is beating so fast… I can hear it. You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Nicole felt her heart speed up one more time as the warm tingle of an approaching orgasm grew between her legs. “C’mon Nicole….I want to listen to your heart beating as you come… THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP.”

Nicole’s body stiffened and she let out a low moan as she felt an orgasm explode within her. Steve kept his head pressed against her chest the whole time listening to her pounding heart during her climax and then as it slowly fell back into it’s normal rhythmn.

After what seemed like an eternity, Steve lifted his head and smiled at Nicole. “You know what?” he asked her’ “I think I just discovered another turn-on.” Nicole smiled back at him and was glad that she shared this secret with him.

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“…picture?” she asked. She sat on his lap, slightly wriggling her butt into a more comfortable position on his legs.

He rubbed her nude tummy as they browsed through his computer’s image files together. He felt his soft penis pressed between his stomach and her side as they nestled, a brief twinge reminding him of the sex they shared in that chair a mere ten minutes before. Yet an eternity lay between then and now, an eternity caused by a confession.

Was he an idiot for confessing? He had been tripped up by his honesty before, but it didn’t even cross his mind to lie when she asked him.

“Do you ever look at porn on the internet?” she said, as her tight body caressed and rode his cock in waves, harder and higher with each motion. He couldn’t lie, and he didn’t. Then, after they came (her before him), she demanded to see his collection. His… secret stash, she phrased with a smile.

Once he saw she wasn’t mad, but instead bemused (and maybe even a little curious), he relaxed. Not busted. He lucked out, just a smidgen away from stepping on a relationship-crippling land mine. But she wanted to see, and he knew he had no choice. He opened the hidden file, and that’s when the questions came. The same question for each one, actually.

“What do you see in that picture?” she asked as the new one came up. It was a close-up of a pussy, with her legs spread, on her back. Over her dangled a thick cock, which she grabbed. Her fingers sunk into the soft flesh, pointing downwards.

He chucked. “Nothing too special, just I liked seeing her guide his cock in, the moment right before penetration. Her pussy looks so small with that thick head pressed against it.”

“I think she’ll take it just fine,” she said. Her arm was around his neck, gently caressing around his ear. “Okay, next one.”

He felt his cock stir upon seeing this one pop up. There was always something about water and nudity that fiercely aroused him. This photograph was of a young woman showering. She had her head up, nose pointed at the ceiling, long hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were closed, fully experiencing the moment. The shower stream hit her front at full blast, pouring over her collarbone, down to her made-for-your-palms-only breasts, and continuing to all points south.

“What do I see in this one?” he asked, preempting her question. She nodded. “Well, she’s not only young and nicely curved… her breasts are slightly heavy, but they look extremely suckable… almanbahis adres but I love how she seems to be enjoying the shower. Maybe not sexually, but definitely sensually.”

He brought his hand up to cup her breast, feeling its soft weight in his hand. “Wouldn’t it be so erotic watching her shower?” he asked. “Seeing her wet skin, clean and slippery…”

She laughed, not shying away from his hand. If anything, she leaned more into his grasp. He gave her breast a slight sqeeze, and she purred softly for his effort. “You’d like to get in there with her,” she said. “Pick up a bar of soap and rub it all over those tits, hm?”

He smiled into her neck. “Maybe. I’m getting into trouble here, aren’t I?”

Instead of responding, she just purred again and pulled up the next file. The opposite of squeaky clean, it featured white streams of cum in a closeup. A female hand, stroking a partially hard cock. Obviously seconds after he came, the thick cum was pouring out all over the pink head. It ran down over her thumb – which was rubbing the underside of his shaft – and then poured like a waterfall onto her supple left tit. Its nipple almost vanished under the white liquid, poking out like a defiant button.

“So,” she turned and kissed him not-so-softly on his mouth. “What’s the story with this picture?”

Looking at these explicit pictures, and having his naked wife look at them with him, sharing these visual fantasies… it was having a serious effect on his restored libido. Growing in slow fits, his penis inched its way up, sandwiched between their bodies. She’d have to be numb to not feel it.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he smiled. “There’s few things more erotic than a penis that’s just cum on a beautiful lady’s body… and nothing more erotic than a girl massaging a cock that’s just cum, loving every second of getting hit with it.”

She shifted again, this time deliberately rubbing his shaft with her back. He almost stifled a brief groan, then let it out.

“Next!” she declared.

It was one of his personal favorites, and he didn’t even wait for her to ask before volunteering the information. It was a girl laying on her side, eyes closed, lips parted. Her left leg was being hoisted by the man in back of her, who gripped her milky white thigh as he plunged his red cock into her cunt. Her yellow tank top had been pushed up and over her slightly swollen breasts, which pointed at the camera.

“I love this one,” he almanbahis giriş said with a husky voice. “It’s this one small detail” he pointed “right here. You can see how wet her inner thighs are…?”

She whispered “yes” in his ear.

“I love how it’s glistening in the light, how you know she’s really turned on doing this photo shoot, probably getting off on it.” While he was talking, he grabbed her hips firmly, then lifted her ass up a few inches into the cool air. Then, muscles tight to control her descent, he guided her damp pussy onto his now-throbbing cock. She took it in silently, the both of them feeling her silky wet insides swallow up his length as her body pushed her down.

“Another,” she moaned, her cunt muscles briefly gripping then releasing his shaft. It took him a few seconds to figure out that meant another picture…

She laughed as she slowly rode him. “Ah, I knew you had to have one or two of these in here,” she said. “The eternal male fantasy: two women. What is it about lesbians?”

He had one arm wrapped around her waist, helping her to lift and fall, the other sliding down her belly. His fingertips found her clit bud, and began massaging the skin on either side. It drove her crazy, he knew.

The picture in question was a pair of girls on a bed, one being pleasured and the other doing the pleasuring. The pleasuree was propped up in a sitting position, her head thrown back in a picture-quiet moan. Her ruby red lips stood in stark contrast to her creamier pink-pale skin. Hard and sticking out, her nipples were barely a shade darker than the rest of her skin. Her hand clutched her left breast tightly. Both women were dark brunettes, but she had a perfectly shaved clit. Her legs were bent and spread, as in a classic meditating position.

Her other hand was bunching and gripping the head of the girl going down on her. Coming in from the side, so as not to obstruct the view, the second girl was bent over the first girl’s leg. She was more tan and slender, her eyes focused on the pink slit as she stuck out her tongue. Her tongue lapped away at the pussy opening while her lips were pushed against the skin.

“What is it?” he said, taking time for both of them to drink in the details. “Do I even need to give that a serious answer? It’s damn sexy… twice the visual pleasure of my favorite gender in the universe. And sometimes it gives me ideas.”

She rode his cock strong, using her inner cunt almanbahis yeni giriş muscles to stroke it and push it as she impaled herself again and again. These pictures secretly turned her on, although she would have to be tortured into confessing it to him. Sometimes a girl’s just gotta maintain a moral upper hand. But knowing that even while looking at all of these pictures, he still chose her to be his one and only… it felt secure and erotic. She loved sharing his fantasies.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she rode a crest of pleasure. “What kind of – oh! – ideas?”

He felt his cock surge and his balls tighten. It wouldn’t be much longer until he exploded in a wet hot mess. His member was being worked hard, and he knew why. She was both pleasing and punishing him at the same time. He didn’t mind.

He leaned over near her ear as her body bounced up and down on his lap. “Who knows better how to please a woman’s body than another woman?” he murmered. “They know where to kiss, where to touch, where to press, and where to tease. I want to learn from that, because I want every fuck with you to be better than the one before it. I want to drive you insane with lust. I want to make you crave my touch as the thing that will make you cum screaming. I want to leave you draped over a bed, limp and sore, and extremely happy. This gives me… ideas.”

With that she came, her eyes fixed on the picture of the two girls, while slamming his cock hard into her belly and holding it there. She stopped breathing for a couple seconds… then let out a series of agonizing moans that carried for rooms. Her body shook rapidly while he held her, cumming in the arms of the man she loved.

The orgasm subsiding, she shivered and whimpered as she managed to extract herself off of his still-hard shaft. Her pussy felt like a passing fire. A bit shaky, she got to her knees in front of him.

“Let me give you a picture of our own,” she smiled. And like a porn star, she grabbed his cock and expertly started to pump it. Her juices coating it made it more slippery, more sensual, and she knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Looking at her, he groaned and shot his load. She opened her mouth wide and aimed his cock at her face. Stream after stream of white cum was pumped out of his cock by her hand, and she took it. It flew onto her forehead, her cheeks, into her mouth, on her tongue, and all over her throat. He watched her become coated with his semen and loved it… she was a perfect picture of sensuality and pleasure, loving the feel of her man’s cum and wanting more.

After that night, they took many more memorable pictures together. Somewhere along the way, he deleted all of his digital files… he wouldn’t be needing them any longer.

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