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Forbidden Lover

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My forbidden secret lover. In my mind, I delight in being able to unleash my full sexual potential on your begging self. I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I take you seductively by the hand and we lay down together on my bed. At first you are a little hesitant, but by now your sexual hunger for me is not going to be denied.

I’m imagining how it would feel to be pressed up against you fully, to kiss you deeply. The kiss would start out slowly, just a soft meeting of our lips. Slowly reaching out with the tips of our tongues to trace the outlines of the others lips, dipping into the seam and touching them together gently, then sliding them in deeper. Our tongues wrapping around each other, learning the taste, the texture; our lips locked together in pure pleasure from the kiss. As I imagine this amazing kiss I feel my breasts become firmer and there is a softening deep in my pussy as my desire takes hold. You slip my top off over my head and begin to alternately suck my already hard nipples and kissing me. You kiss your way down my body to my shaved smooth pussy. You begin to kiss and lick my already moist slit and I begin to thrash wildly canlı bahis şirketleri on the bed moaning.

I look down and see you kissing me, going deeper and deeper with each move. My eyes roll and my back arches as your tongue sends me to heaven. I cup my breasts and squeeze them with delight. Then you slip your finger deep into my heat, then two, then three. My breath gets faster and chills run up my spine as you slide it in and out.

Putting my hands on your head I place your tongue where I want it, and you begin to flick my sensitive spot. I use my hips to grind against your mouth and as your finger slides faster into wetness, I explode. My juices flow into your mouth and my pulsing causes me to yell out. I cum in convulsive groans and my pussy becomes flooded with juices that you eagerly lap at.

I beg you to come up and kiss you with a fierce desire as I pull you back up the bed. I then have you roll over on your back. You feel my tongue begin a trip up and down your thick hard cock. You grab my ass with both hands and pull my inviting pussy down on your tongue and proceed to tongue fuck me. This spurs me to deep-throating you and you feel my mouth engulf your cock in my warm wetness. As you wrap your tongue around my clit and canlı kaçak iddaa lick fiercely at my slit, I alternate between loud groans of pleasure and whimpering Oh Gods and a subtle slurping as I waver between sucking your cock and your balls.

As I begin a rhythmic fucking you with my mouth, you feel the cum begin to boil in your balls and you warn me to stop unless I want to have to choose between spit or swallow. I begin to bob my head up and down even faster and as you begin to spurt mouthful after mouthful of cum into my hungrily sucking mouth, I take even more of your cock in my mouth and you can feel my throat working to swallow the cum in my mouth. Rather then stopping my oral assault on your cock I continue to suck on your still hard cock as you flick your tongue over my clit in a pattern that brings quivering orgasms from my sweat slicked body.

I finally come up for air and face you while straddling you. I pull my sopping wet pussy open with one hand while guiding you into me with the other. Your dazed eyes go wide with surprise as my tight wet pussy is spread wide on your thick cock. I take a moment to revel in the feeling of having you all the way in and i then begin a rhythmic grind on your hard cock as i sit up on you. You grab my round canlı kaçak bahis tits with erect nipples in each hand and thrust up into me in time with my grind. You begin to lean back as I start an up and down fucking that we time to pull you almost all the way out and then slam us together in an obscene wet sucking noise of your cock in my pussy. I lean forward and cover you with my body as I grind my clit against the base of your cock as I cum. I moan Oh God your cock feels so good as you feel hot streams of my pussy juice run down your balls and I go still.

A few minutes later I climb off of you and I start to turn around on my hands and knees and say I want you to fuck me from behind. I move my ass up in the air. While rubbing my swollen and soaked pussy lips, you move behind me and grab my ass while I position your cock at the entrance to my steaming pussy. You plunge all the way in with one motion that slams me down on the bed and elicits an Oh yessss, fuck me hard from me. You pound into me and it isn’t long before I am savagely fucking you back. You can’t hold out any longer and you slam all the way into me and spurt your hot cum deep into my pussy. I keep fucking back at you as I use the muscles in my pussy to fuck you dry. I finally let go of you a few minutes later. I gaze into your eyes and smile. I lean forward and gently rub my lips against yours, teasingly kissing you. Then I melt into your arms, breasts pushed against your chest and my pulsing pussy still wet with desire.

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Bi-curious Ch. 05

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Chapter 5: What’s A Girl To Do?

Over the next four to six weeks we all talked a lot by phone, planning and teasing each other and challenging each other. Sharon made all the arrangements. The timeshare was actually in La Jolla right on the beach. There was a 5 star restaurant a nice lounge with a dance floor and even a full service health spa. Sharon and I were flying out from one airport and Sandy and Tina from another. We were to meet in the lounge at the hotel about 6:00 p.m. Sunday night.

It was sad leaving our men at the gate but Sharon and I were very excited about this trip. Once we were airborne, Sharon started joking about whether two girls could join the mile high club. I put my head on her shoulder like I was going to sleep but under the cover I slipped my hand under her skirt. She opened her legs and I started playing with her pussy. I whispered in her ear if this didn’t count for the mile high club then we would just start our own all girl club. It was about a 2-hour flight and the second half she slept on my shoulder and I came as many times as she had.

The plane touched down in San Diego and we both agreed that this is going to be a great trip. We took a cab to the hotel and checked in. We just had our bags sent up to the room and headed for the lounge. Sandy and Tina came in just as we were starting our first round of drinks. All the hugs and kisses and tears, you’d think we hadn’t seen each other in years. Sandy and Tina got their drinks and we took them into the restaurant with us. Larry, our waiter, was a very nice looking young man. With the mood we were all in you can imagine all the things we said to him and about him. Somewhere during diner he seemed to catch on to the idea that this might lead to more than just flirting. Needless to say our service was out standing.

Over diner I pulled out the letter that the guys had given me telling me to read it once we were all together. The letter was mostly from Tom. Since Sharon was making all the arrangements he knew the who, what when and where of it all and it seems he made a few arrangements of his own. He started off with the fact that a very good friend of his worked at the spa and one of us would get a full day treatment each day and that on Friday for Sharon’s birthday we would all go together. Anything and everything we wanted at the spa was already taken care of. He said to just ask for Ursula. We all joked about who this Ursula was and just how good a friend she was. Tom continued with, “Dave and I neither one believe you four can go a whole week with out a good hard cock. We just want you to know that we are fine with it and Ursula may be able to help in that department also.” So here were our husbands not only giving us permission to fuck around but setting up guys for us. They did have some request that they wanted us to consider.

1. never have more than two guys there at a time. Always keep the numbers 2 to 1 for safety sake.

2. Never bring anyone back that was not approved by everyone first. That is not the kind of surprises we want.

3. There is a man named Dick that I have worked with a lot as a sub contractor give him a call if you need anything.

4. Last, have fun and give us a call mid week to let us know how everything is going.

We all agreed that they seemed like pretty good guide lines, and that we sure would call Dick as soon as we could think of a good enough reason. We kept teasing and flirting with Larry and found out that he was single and would be working all week. We made him promise to be our waiter every night. As we headed up to our room it was Tina that added, “Maybe some nights you could bring desert up to our room?”

He totally shocked Tina when he leaned down and kissed her cheek and said softly, “That can be arranged most any night.”

We got to the room and it was beautiful. We had two large separate bedrooms with a living room dining area and then the full kitchen. It was big enough that we would not be climbing all over each other all week We all unpacked and since we knew that the other bedroom wouldn’t be used unless there was more that just the four of us, it didn’t mater whose clothes went where. We all sat in the living room in just our panties sipping wine. It had been a long fun day. Sharon and I had gotten each other off on the plane, which we shared with the others. We had lined up one good hard cock when we wanted it with the possibility of at least one more. We decided to call it a night and as we all climbed into the same bed together we realized that this would be the first time we had all slept together. We all snuggled up close and were soon fast asleep.

Next morning no one wanted to get up. We all just cuddled and snuggled together. When we finally did get out of bed I seemed to be the most curious about Ursula so I took the spa day while the other three went out on their own adventure. Over diner Sharon showed me pictures of how she introduced the girls to flashing. They were showing their panties and tits every illegal bahis where, all over the hotel, all over the beach and even all around town. There was one picture where all three girls were standing showing their tits. Tiny Tina was in the middle and had her hands inside each of the others panties. Sandy and Sharon had their hands in Tina’s panties. I’ll bet that made the day for the lucky bastard that got to take that picture. Anyway back to the spa.

As soon as I walked in I knew which one was Ursula but I asked at the desk anyway. Sure enough this Barbie Doll came over. She had long thick wavy blond hair, big boobs, slim waist and long legs, she did look just like a Barbie Doll. She was wearing a tub top and shorts. She didn’t seem to be dressing to be sexy , as a masseuse she was dressing for maximum movement. She was just one of those women that anything she wore would look sexy.

She came over and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Ursula and you must be Sharon.”

I shook her hand and said, “No, I’m sorry. I talked Sharon into letting me go first. I’m Lynn, her best friend.”

Ursula didn’t look all that surprised and said, “Oh, right, Dave’s wife. I’m glad I was looking forward to meeting you.”

I was the one surprised and said, “Well it seems Tom has told you a lot more about us than he has told us about you.”

Ursula laughed and said, “Let’s start with some herbal tea and some time in the sauna. It will give us some time to get to know each other and will open up your pores.” She got our tea and led me to a locker room. She pulled down her top and opened her shorts. She pulled her top and shorts off in one motion. She was a natural blond blue eyed Swede and everything she had was real. She wrapped a towel around herself and I did the same. As we entered the sauna she asked, “So how long have you known Tom?”

I sat on one of the wooden benches and my towel fell open. I said, “We first got together about 8 months ago. Sharon and I became fast friends and it just grew from there. She was having the same problem with her towel and just opened it and laid it out on the bench.

She smiled and said, “That would explain a lot.”

I just had to ask, “What do you mean?”

Ursula smiled and told me, “Well Jason, my husband has been working now and then with Tom as a sub contractor. It started out as a joke, we would tease Tom about joining us, you know…in bed, but he would always decline. The more Jason and I teased about it the more I wished it would happen. About 7-8 months ago Tom started hinting that next time he might not be so quick to say no. Then when he called to arrange for your treatments he asked if the open invitation also included his wife. I wasn’t sure what he was asking, I didn’t know if he was asking if I wanted to be with her or if I would be willing to share Jason with her. I’m still not sure what he was asking.”

I smiled and said, “Probably both. I have been with both of them.”

Ursula seemed a bit shocked and asked, “So you and Sharon are both ……?”

I couldn’t believe I said this to a total stranger, “Bi? Yes but only recently. It never occurred to either of us until it happened. Tom did say that you might be able to help us find a nice hard cock if we needed one.”

Ursula seemed even more shocked, “So now he is offering my husband to four women for the week?”

I was feeling confident now and asked. “How would you feel about that? How would you feel if you were to join us? It’s no big deal we think we may have lined up a couple hard ones ourselves. Larry, our waiter and some friend of Tom’s named Dick.”

Ursula got a glint in her eye and said, “Larry, from the hotel? He’d be thrilled but he is so shy you’ll have to guide him the whole way. This Dick, is that Dick Lawson?”

I tried to think, “Yes, I think so. Do you know him?”

Ursula smiled and said, “That’s who my husband works with. He is hot, I’ve fantasized about getting him myself.”

I laughed and said, “Well maybe this week we can make a lot of fantasies come true.”

Ursula seemed a bit uneasy now and said, “I think we have opened up more than just our pores maybe we should move on to your manicure and pedicure.”

We wrap the towels around us and go back to change. All through the manicure and pedicure she was asking me all kinds of questions. What is it like being with another woman? What is it like to see your husband with another woman. Have you had both men at once. Her questions were endless and I tried to answer then as openly and honestly as I could. When we got to the full body massage she said, “This is as close as I’ve ever been with another woman and I had never thought about taking it any farther, until now.”

She said she wanted to share something very special with me. She and Jason worship something called Tantra, some kind of sacred sex thing. It seems that the basis of the worship is the pussy which they call a Yoni. Ursula said in sand script it means “sacred spot” and she wanted to give me illegal bahis siteleri a Yoni massage. I didn’t catch all that she was saying but told her she could do anything she wanted to do to me. All I can say is that if anyone ever asked you if they can give you a yoni massage grab it. It was the most fantastic mind blowing orgasm I have ever had. She showed me where my G-spot was, I thought I knew all about that but I was way off. She said that we would talk more about this Tantra thing. I suggested she bring Jason by the lounge for drinks later and just see what happens. She agreed that it would be a very harmless way to test the waters.

I got back to the hotel and we went down for diner about 7:00. Larry had our table all ready for us. They showed me the pictures and wanted to know about Ursula. I told them that she was your typical blue eyed blond Swedish bombshell. I told them we were to meet her and Jason later for drinks. Sandy and Tina were teasing Larry unforgivably, now that Sharon had gotten them into flashing. They both had a few too many buttons open on both their skirts and their tops. If that wasn’t enough they just had to show him the pictures. They were both surprised when he got down between them and said, “I know a place on the beach where we could take some nude pictures if you are interested.” Of course they both were as was I. The picture I was thinking about would be me getting fucked by Larry on the beach, I want to e-mail it back to Dave.

The girls talked Larry into meeting them for drinks when he got off at 8:30, then they went up to change. Sharon and I talked about Ursula and my day at the spa. I told her that Ursula was very interested in all of it, watching Jason with someone else, being with someone else and even curious about being with one of us. Sharon said that she was looking forward to her day with Ursula tomorrow. We finished our coffee and headed up stairs. When we got to the room Sandy and Tina were just about to leave. Tina’s top was not shear it was damn near clear. I talked her into wearing a jacket over it since she wasn’t wearing anything under it. Sandy’s was very shear but it was black and the light had to hit it right to really show anything. Just as they opened the door to go out there was a man getting ready to knock. All three of them jumped. He said, “I’m Dick. Which one of you is Sharon?”

Sharon yelled, “Come in” from the living room. She was sitting on the couch and Dick sat in the chair.

She introduced me and Dick said, “I just thought I would stop by and introduce my self. Tom asked me to look in on you, if there is anything you need just let me know.”

Sharon was feeling very horny and wanted to push the edge. She put her feet up on the coffee table exposing her panties for Dick to see, just to get his reaction. At first he tried not to look but I guess he decided she was showing for a reason and just kept looking. Very cocky Sharon asked, “Just what kind of things are you offering?”

Dick shifted in his seat and answered, “Well if you girls need a ride some where or want to go some where just let me know.”

Sharon decided to push the limit and stood up, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She put her hands on her hips and looked right at Dick and asked, “What if what we need is a hard cock. Are you offering that as well?”

Dick started stammering, “TTTTTTtom said ttthat this might come up but I thought he was joking. I never thought he would want me to, I mean I never thought he would let me, that he would allow me….” He finally put both feet flat on the floor and said, “Yes, that can be arranged as well.”

Sharon and I both had to laugh. She walked over to Dick and pulled him up by his hand leading him to one of the bedrooms. She turned to me and said, “You don’t mind if I get to know my husbands business partner a little better do you?”

I laughed and said, “Of course not, just leave the door open. I have to change and go down to the lounge anyway.”

She was taking his clothes off as they went into the bedroom and she did leave the door open. I watched as she took his cock in her mouth while I changed. Dick kept looking from the naked woman sucking his cock to the naked woman changing in the next room. By the time I was ready to leave Sharon was on all fours and Dick was fucking her hard and fast. I leaned down and we kissed and I said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes. This shouldn’t take long.”

When I got the lounge Ursula and Jason were already there and sure enough he was a Ken Doll. They were sitting in a round booth. I slid in next to Jason and put my hand on his leg saying, “So this must be Jason.”

Ursula introduced us and said, “I thought Sharon was coming with you.”

Keeping my hand on Jason’s leg I said, “She’ll be down in a few minutes she and Dick are, how should I put this, getting better aquatinted.”

Ursula smiled and said, “You mean that they are ….?”

I just laughed and said, “Fucking like rabbits? Yes they are.”

Jason canlı bahis siteleri jumped in asking, “Dick Lawson?”

Still stroking Jason’s leg now, I looked at Ursula and ask, “How much have you told him”

Ursula put her hand on his other leg and said, “Enough the get him interested.”

Turning to Jason I say, “Ask me to dance and I’ll fill you in.”

Jason looked at Ursula and I took his hand and we went out on the dance floor. It was a very slow song and as I swung into Jason’s arms I started telling him the story. How we started seeing Tom and Sharon about 8 months ago and how I had been with not only Tom but with Sharon as well. I told him that Ursula’s bringing him there tonight showed that she had thought about it and agreed, now it was up to him. The song ended and he looked at Ursula and I said, “Want proof? Watch this.”

I led him back and got in the booth pulling him behind me. I was sitting between him and Ursula. I took his hand in mine and while I put my other hand on Ursula’s leg I brought his hand to my knee. Ursula watched as I pulled Jason’s hand up my leg till it was just under the hem of my short skirt. I made sure my skirt rode up as I slid in. I brought Ursula’s hand and put it on Jason’s. I told Ursula that whether Jason’s hand went all the way up my leg or stopped now was up to her. She looked at her hand on her husband’s hand just under my very high skirt then looked right in his eyes. She pushed his hand up and over my pussy and held him there.

I pulled Jason down to kiss him as I shoved my hand into Ursula’s pussy. She opened her legs to give me room. Just then I heard Sharon, “Well I guess this is Ursula and Jason.” Jason looked up and Dick was standing there with his arm around Sharon. She pushed Dick in next to Ursula and then climbed in behind him. At first we just talked at least on top of the table. Under the table I was stoking Jason’s cock on one side and Ursula’s leg on the other. Sharon noticed Ursula’s legs open and put Dick’s hand on her leg. When he started stroking it she put his other hand on Ursula’s leg. They both jumped but Sharon shoved it back and he started stroking her as well. They just looked at each other and said nothing.

When Dick had gotten his hand inside Ursula’s panties I took Jason’s hand and shoved it into mine. He looked at my pussy then saw his wife’s pussy with Dick’s hand in it. Jason just stared at Dick playing with her. I don’t think he realized he was pawing at my pussy as he watched his wife being fingered by someone else for the first time. Dick’s other hand was deep in Sharon’s pussy. She hadn’t bothered with panties since getting fucked upstairs. We were all so intent on each other that anyone could have walked up even security, but it was Sandy and Tina. Sandy said, “We are going up stairs care to join us?”

Tina added, “Looks like you need to go up stairs worse than we do.”

Once up in the room we decided to relax, have a drink and calm down and at least introduce our selves. The conversation was anything but sexual. We talked about how long Larry had worked at the hotel and how long Dick and Jason had worked with Tom. We talked about Tom and Dave. It seems that Dick is a very big developer in town and Jason works as a masseur when he is not doing construction. While the conversation was not sexual the action certainly was. None of us felt like being a lady and the guys seemed comfortable enough to pet and stroke whatever and whoever was there. It wasn’t long before things started heating up again.

The women started losing their clothes. I was the first to lose my skirt, Jason took it off. Tina lost her blouse thanks to Larry and since she was only wearing a nothing dress, Sharon was the first to go nude, thanks to Dick. Things got going when someone pulled out the sofa bed. Next thing I knew I was on the bed pulling out Jason’s cock so I could suck it. Since Sharon had already enjoyed Dick she was helping Ursula fulfill her fantasy. Larry had his hands full with Tina and Sandy and I do mean full he had their pussys in each hand playing with both of them. The only difference from this and our fuck feast at Kelly’s bar is that Ursula and Jason are the only ones that are married.

I came up off Jason’s cock turned around and impaled myself on his cock. In front of me Ursula was on her hands and knees and Dick was just pushing into her. Larry was alternating between Sandy and Tina’s pussys. Seeing his wife getting fucked by some one else for the first time, Jason rolled me over on my hands and knees so he could get a better view. Sharon lay down in front of Ursula. At first she just looked at Sharon then Ursula pulled Sharon’s legs open and dove in on her. Let’s just say Ursula is not curious any more. Jason pushed me even farther down so he could see Ursula eat her first pussy. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. When he pushed me down I was right at Sharon’s face. I whispered, “This is only Monday night. We don’t leave till Saturday morning.”

We both busted out laughing so hard I shoved Jason’s cock out of me just as he started shooting. He shot on my back and all over my ass. This sent everyone over the edge and the girls fell down laughing and the guys were shooting every where.

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Dinner Preparations

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It had been a year since Surgeons had removed Fern’s left leg just a few inches below her hip. She was now very adept and comfortable with her one leggededness and she and her husband Don had grown to enjoy the difference from other couples that they shared. Both had grown to agree that the loss of Fern’s leg was tragic and sad but that it wasn’t as much of a hardship as it could have been and that it certainly couldn’t have happened to a better prepared couple.

From a romantic point of view, adapting had been quite swift. No doubt due to the pre-amputation surgery fantasy of “amputee pretending” that the two had taken to high levels of creativity, complexity and risk, both found that her real stump in their life’s repertoire of assets was even more exciting than the pretend stump.

Fern had been able to develop ways to create her own aroused and excited state simply by imagining Don’s tongue or fingers playing with her tiny stumplette. Don simply had to see a skirt hemline with one shapely ankle and shoe showing, or a trouser leg tailored specifically to accept Fern’s stump, or a dangling empty pant leg whipping in the wind, and he would sense tingles in his manhood. Both had found ways to use her stumplette so that it complemented their lives together.

The accident that precipitated the amputation of Fern’s leg had happened at the end of their Honeymoon. And the calendar had rolled around to now where it was a week before their first anniversary as a married couple and 3 weeks before their first anniversary as a three-legged couple.

Don had a paper to present at a Conference this coming week and Fern had decided to use his away time to organize her anniversary gift for him. She was going to have a small heart tattoo with the letters “F & D” added to the inside of her stump. It was to be located where she would be able to swing her short stump up to her crotch and right thigh and have the heart kiss and caress her mons pubis and love gash. In addition, she planned to shave her pubic hair into a heart image and buy both a small silver anklet with the same heart design as the tattoo and a toe ring as “garnish” for her remaining shapely leg. Of course all the upcoming attention that she knew Don would be showering on her remaining leg made it essential that she have a pedicure.

Before his departure, the two had decided to celebrate their anniversary with a dinner at Granny Bogner’s, a nearby 5 star small West Coast Cuisine Restaurant when Don returned. Fern would be picking Don up at the airport just a few hours before their dinner reservation and she wanted to orchestrate an evening that would begin innocently enough at home with a small gift exchange. Then she wanted it to evolve into a dinner where she would urge Don to get a little tipsy so she could look after him. Back home, she saw the evening concluding with Don’s discovery of her new tattoo and toilette and Fern would “take advantage” of her dear husband and lover.

Fern had even been planning what she wanted to wear for the evening. güvenilir bahis She had found a long silky white dress in a local boutique that accentuated her length and figure. It would be highlighted by a 4″ high heeled, closed toe pump. She thought that the effect she would be creating would be of the hem of her dress swishing around her lovely shaped ankle when she moved, and while she would be standing she would be a stunning 6′ 1″ tall. And it would be on that lovely shaped ankle that Fern would get Don to “install” his anniversary presents before they went to the restaurant. She KNEW how horny that would get HIM and she knew that SHE would probably feel wet between her thigh and stump too.

At the airport Fern arrived at the same time as Don’s flight was scheduled to arrive. This was an instance where being an amputee had its advantages because she knew she would be able to park her Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo 4 x 4 in a handicapped parking spot immediately adjacent to the terminal entrance. She had bought this car after she healed and wanted to get mobile again. Her Buick Skylark was just too low and difficult to get in and out of. So she traded it in on this beauty with its higher freeboard and all-round versatility.

She swung the car into the spot, hung her small tote over her shoulder, opened the driver’s door and twisted outwards in her seat. Swinging her right leg to keep up with the twist, she lowered it to the ground and easily slid her butt off the seat.

Her long leg and short stump were in a pair of low cut, tight fitting designer jeans, washed out pale blue in colour. They were slightly belled at the ankle and had the split outer seam of the right leg laced with leather thong to match an amber threaded embroidery design stitched from the cuff line to just below her knee. On her foot, showing only slightly below the cuff was a western boot with silver studs and a 2 1/2″ heel. Her stump was tightly sheathed in the faded denim material in a stump pocket that looked as if it had been expertly sewn around a drooping, flesh filled orb that jiggled and swayed as she hopped, adjusted and gained her total balance.

Holding on to the car door, she hopped a few times and turned back to the car so she could reach into the back seat for her trusty under arm crutches. Adjusting her bag, settling her arms over the rests and firmly grasping the handles, she levered back, closed the door and flicked the lock on. Swinging on her foot to the right, she threw down her crutches about 4′ in front of her and swung her body through, placing her right foot about 4′ in front of the set crutches. She then arched the crutches forward to another spot in front and motored off to the terminal building in a rhythmic, up and down undulating, sensuous wave.

She found a spot at the back of the Arrivals area and saw Don enter the room before he saw her. Just the sight of him produced a tingle in her crotch where she was squeezing her new tattoo to her thigh and womanliness. She smiled to herself thinking of the adventures türkçe bahis ahead and she squeezed her short stump before striding off to greet her husband.

There was a huge hug, a lingering kiss, a stumpy caress of Don’s groin and a whispered pledge of love and devotion between the two when they connected. Few travelers noticed the striking, one legged brunette with long flowing tresses wavering on one long leg as she leaned back in Don’s arms and received his love and affection. To those in the terminal, they just saw another loving couple, reunited after a trip.

Fern let Don drive home. This enabled him to gently fondle her short stubbie of a left leg that barely extended out onto the car seat. She knew that this was as nice a welcome home as Don could hope and she also knew that it turned her on as well.

Home within moments it seemed and standing at the kitchen counter enjoying a glass of Hillside Estates 2005 Meritage, they caught up on their time away from each other. Both were hard pressed to keep their hands off of each other.

“There will be lots of time for that my love,” Fern said as she reminded Don of their plans for the evening and suggested that the two needed to be ready to leave by 7:45 PM.

It was 7:00 PM and Don was preparing pre-dinner cocktails when he heard behind him, “Hello my lovely man. I love you.” He turned and his smiling wife, who had crutched quietly into the kitchen, was gazing at him from her perch on one of the kitchen counter stools. She had hooked her leg and heel over the rung of the stool and her dress had slipped open on her empty left side.

Don beamed as he gazed in wonderment at her beauty and walked up to her empty side. He reached across her warm breasts and placed the drinks on the counter. She looked simply stunning in this new shimmering white evening dress with her dark hair. All the while the two never unlocked eyes or smiles. Don, slightly off balance, placed his right hand on the stool under Fern’s tiny stump and kissed her passionately. “Why thank you my sweet lover. No man on earth could have a nicer present than you on his arm tonight,” Don whispered onto Fern’s lips as their kiss subsided.

Don pulled a stool up beside Fern so that he could straddle her empty side. This brought him closer to her than would have been possible if she had a full leg instead of a perfectly parabolic shaped nubbin of a stump, barely dimpled by an almost invisible, tightly stitched suture line. Both knew of the suture line more from the harder and less malleable scar tissue that did not yield and mold to fingers as easily as the toned muscles of her stump that were transected by the scar line. He reached across her womanly chest and brought a cocktail to Fern’s and his lips.

“Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world my love. I am so happy to love you so much. I can hardly believe that an entire year has passed and that we have our entire lives ahead as husband and wife.”

“Oh darling,” Fern replied, “I too am blessed and it’s YOU who güvenilir bahis siteleri blesses me. Thank you. I love you so much. And……….oh yes, Happy Anniversary dear man.” She handed Ross a beautifully wrapped small box.

Don smiled and began unwrapping. A smile came over his face as he gazed into the box and pulled out a silver “bracelet” that clearly wasn’t going to fit his wrist. He reached for Fern’s left hand but he was met by her hand grabbing and stopping his. “No, I was thinking it would look much better down here.”

She swiveled to her left. Her stump emerged from the slit in her evening dress and nicely slid over Don’s right leg. Then she lifted her shapely right leg and laid it over his widespread left leg.

“Put it here honey,” and she wrapped both of her sensuous, long fingered hands over her one remaining trim ankle.

Taking a quick stiff belt from his cocktail as much to quench a thirst as to dampen the fire that was raging inside him, Don dragged the silver fancy over Fern’s strong svelte ankle. He teased it by draping the fancy to one side and then to the other side. He also began to gently stroke her perfectly turned calf.

“Oh no, no, no. Not now my sweet! That’s for later. Now I want to drive you to our dinner. Then I want to get you slightly tipsy. Then I want to play my red painted toes over you under the tablecloth and then I want to bring you home and make the slowest, the softest, the sweetest, the longest, and the nicest love to you. So, that’s it you sod. Drink your cocktail and let’s get going!”

Fern leaned forward and gave Don a quick and wet kiss on his lips. She dropped her right leg off of his lap to the floor and swung her stump back across Don’s crotch. She pushed down just a little harder than necessary with her stump, gazed into Don’s eyes, smiled and hopped to get her balance.

“Damn, I left the crutches I wanted for tonight in the bedroom honey. Would you get my black enamel forearms for me? They’re in the big closet. I’ll meet you out in the garage. I’m driving so we are going in my car!”

Fern hopped to the end of the counter and grabbed her kick-around crutches. She slipped her small billfold style purse and a lightweight black crocheted shawl over her shoulder and crutched gracefully to the carport door. Her dress swayed with the great swish she had envisioned. With no left leg under the dress to tighten and stretch the material the way two legs would she was able to swish in a very sensual manner. She stopped and twirled around on her leg and her dress swished to catch up with her turn.

It was at that moment Don noticed another advantage that a crutch using amputee has over two legged sisters. Fern’s already sensuous chest was exceptionally toned and curvy. No doubt the muscles she used for constantly crutching through her life served double purpose by also supporting her entire wonderful female front.

When Don reached the carport, Fern was already behind the wheel of her Jeep and Don climbed in, leaned over and gave his love a kiss and settled, smiling into his seat. The CD player came on with “Cartoon Heroes” by Aqua and the two of them drove to the restaurant singing and feeling just plain happy to be where they were at that moment.

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Dinner is Served

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****This story has explicit watersports and scat, you have been warned****

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“What time are you leaving work?” Tory asked with a hint of mischief that Steve was very familiar with.

“I’m leaving about a half hour early. No one else is here and I’m just spinning my wheels. What do you have in mind?” He replied. It was a warm Friday in the summer, which meant that anyone who had vacation time was spending it on short weeks and long weekends.

“Well, since you’re on a diet and all, I thought dinner would be a nice surprise. Eva has been telling me about a recipe for some time now, and I want to see if you like it.” She said, her voice still holding that special something.

The only problem was Eva. She was a friend of his wife whom she had met at the gym. Eva was a different kind of creature to say the least. She was oddly secretive about her work, but it was apparent that whatever she did, it paid well. The secrecy bothered Steve, but he let it go. Tory really enjoyed Eva’s company, and it had helped her reach her goals in the gym. Over the months of knowing Eva, Tory had developed the fit and tan body that she had always wanted. Eva’s little quirks were a small price to pay to see his wife with a good friend. Besides, Eva wasn’t mean or unpleasant, just strange.

“I see. I only had a salad for lunch, so I’m up for anything, as long as it’s not too fatty.” Steve said.

“Perfect, I’ll get everything ready. All you need to do is bring your appetite.” She chirped before blowing him a kiss and hanging up.

Steve finished the rest of the day and left his office as planned. He was wondering what kind of recipe Eva would know. Steve thought her diet was somewhat limited. She was big into fruit, pasta, rice, chicken and potatoes, to such a point that seemed be all she ate. It may have seemed like a strange thing to remember about someone, but a few dinners out with her had left it ingrained in his mind. She was very picky how her food was cooked and always burdened the waiter with special instructions. ‘It helps keep me in shape.’ Eva always said, and Steve could not argue with her. She was originally from the Czech republic, but had moved to New York. She was a medium height blonde with a slim body that held just enough curves to be dangerous, and her accent made her even more so. Yes, Eva may have been strange, but she was also undeniably hot.

The evening weather was perfect and Steve actually enjoyed his commute home. He was expecting to smell the food cooking as he approached the door to his condo but didn’t. He shrugged it off. It would be just like Tory to have already made the food before calling him. Sometimes his opinion didn’t matter either way. If he had said no to dinner, she would have still made him eat it. Oh well, it was the burden of the modern man.

“Hey, I’m home!” Steve called out as he closed the door. He didn’t see Tory and he still didn’t get even a hint of food. He sat his satchel down as Tory’s voice floated from the bedroom.

“Go ahead and get your tie off and relax. We’re going to have dinner in the bedroom tonight. Come on in when you’re ready.” Tory told him.

Steve smiled. He was beginning to see what Tory had planned, a romantic dinner, probably consisting of finger food. She had done it before, but it would probably now consist of some health foods that Eva provided. He loosened his tie, and a thought hit him as he did. She hadn’t come out of the room, and maybe she couldn’t. He remembered a news program about women who hired themselves out as dinner displays. The food was placed on their naked bodies. Tory had taken interest in the story, and Eva’s choice in foods would probably fit right in with the concept.

Steve tossed his tie onto canlı bahis şirketleri a chair a headed toward the bedroom. He was all ready for the buffet that he thought was waiting for him, but was surprised when He entered the room. Tory was sitting on the bed, quietly waiting for him. She stood and came up to him, giving him a big hug and kiss. She had gone to the beach after her usual trip to the gym, and her skin smelled of warm coconut and fruit oils. It was a scent that always caught Steve’s attention.

“Mmm…you smell good.” Steve said as he buried his face in her neck. He took a deep breath and inhaled in her scent.

Tory giggled and let him nuzzle against her for a few seconds before pulling away. She pulled him over to the bed and him sit down, but remained standing herself.

“First, I have some news. I found out what Eva does for a living.” Tory said with eagerness to tell flashing in her eyes.

“What?” Steve asked. He was curious, not only as to her occupation, but to as why Tory was so excited.

“Dominatrix. That’s right, she’s a Dominatrix.” Tory blurted out.

Steve couldn’t help but smile, and then chuckle. It fit her. If Tory would have said any other job involving sex, he would have been skeptical, but Dominatrix fit. Eva’s personality, accent and body made her perfect for the job.

“When did she tell you?” Steve asked.

“Well, it actually slipped out a few days ago. I was going to tell you sooner, but I had a better thought. Eva told me a few tricks of the trade and I want to try them.” Tory said, her hand rubbing absentmindedly up and down her thigh.

“Okay, like what?” Steve wasn’t going to turn down sex, and he could tell from Tory’s speech and movement that she was already excited.

“First of all, you and I have watched some pretty…raunchy porn films. I’m not going to run down a list, so I’ll let you think about it. Anyway, quite a bit of Eva’s daily routine is designed around her work, even her diet. So, I’ve been trying her routine and now I want to try another part of it.” Tory explained.

“Okay, so what?” Steve asked. They had watched plenty of porn movies so that was not a helpful clue, and he was lost as to what she wanted.

“It’s better done than explained. So just go with the flow.” Tory said, a hidden force in her voice. Her short black hair framed her face like a heart and her entire body, although only five feet was poised for action. She was dressed in a short black skirt with a white tank top. From the lace on her thigh that was visible, Steve could tell that she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

“Good, I’m glad that you agree.” She said with a smile before Steve could reply. She lifted a foot and placed it against his chest before pushing him over on his back. The bed seemed to have a strange texture, as if something was under the sheets, but it was a point that Steve did not have the time to investigate. Tory climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. She slid forward, and with her legs pinning his arms to the bed positioned herself over his face. It was a position that they had frequently used, but not with his arms pinned down.

“Okay, that’s good. It’s been very difficult waiting for you to get home.” Tory panted. She was seemed deep in concentration and her words sounded as if she were speaking to the empty air.

“Open up.” She ordered and tugged at his jaw to emphasize her point.

Steve complied right away. Tory had played dominant before and was always exciting, but this was different, and more exciting. She wasn’t just playing dominant, she actually was. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He was prepared to lick her pussy all night long if that’s what she wanted. But that canlı kaçak iddaa wasn’t what Tory had in mind.

The first squirt caught Steve totally off guard. He was so shocked that he wasn’t really sure what had just happened. The second squirt left no room for mistake. Tory had shot a spurt of piss directly into his mouth. He sputtered as a third shot hit in directly in the back of his throat.

“Drink it!” Tory ordered, and another blast splashed across his tongue. He was still so surprised that he hadn’t even tried to close his mouth.

“We’ve watched the movies and I want to try this. We’ve tried plenty of things that you’ve wanted, so don’t be a bitch. Drink it!” Tory growled.

There was something about the look on her face and the tone in her voice that made Steve obey her. He wasn’t even thinking about the taste as he began to gurgle down her warm pee. It wasn’t heavy in taste, being slightly salty. It tasted almost like the water that is left after boiling pasta. Steve could see her face through the stray spray of her piss. She was looking down at him with her eyes burning with intensity and was biting her lower lip. She looked as if she were in total ecstasy.

The spurts became longer in length until she was pouring a steady stream into his mouth. Steve tried to keep up, but his swallowing caused the extra flow to flow down his cheeks and on to the bed. Tory noticed the spillage and cupped a hand near each of his cheeks. She caught some of the liquid and spread it around his face like a lotion, leaving him shiny and wet with her golden juice. The stream stopped abruptly, leaving Steve to catch his breath.

“Don’t worry, I saved some for later. After all, I know you’ll want an after dinner drink.” Tory said with a smile that was far more toothy than usual. It gave her a sinister appearance, and Steve could only guess what she had planned next. The writing was on the wall, but at this time he preferred not to read it. He could only watch as Tory leaned forward, positioning her ass over his face. She reached back and gripped each cheek, spreading her ass wide.

Steve stared up and could see Tory’s asshole. It was pink and crinkly like a rosebud, and it winked at him. It winked. It winked, and he knew what that meant. He now knew what she had been talking about earlier. The Scat films that he and Tory had watched were definitely the strongest films they had ever seen. He had never ruled the activity out, but he had never fully endorsed trying it either. Parts of him wanted to kick and try to force her off of him, but then there was the other side.

The other side of Steve was what he referred to as his dark side. It was the side that would try things his normal self wouldn’t. The dark side always seemed to know what the true course of action should be. It was the dark side that was still wrapped in the coconut and fruit scent. It was the dark side that was excited that the scent was now mingled with musky scent of her pussy and the tart scent of her piss.

Steve continued to watch through his dark side as the bud of her flower began to bulge and expand. It was like watching a flower bloom on some time elapsed tape. He tried to bloom, but stopped. It repeated the process as if it were not sure that it wanted to expose itself to the sunshine.

“Take out your cock and stroke it. I want you stroking your cock as you taste my special treat.” Tory commanded him.

Steve hadn’t even realized how hard he was. His cock had forced its way trough his clothing and was throbbing under the waistband of his shorts. He fumbled quickly with his belt and pulled his cock free into the air. It was hard and hot in his hand, and he groaned as he closed his fingers around it.

“That’s it, but canlı kaçak bahis don’t come until I tell you.” Tory ordered.

Steve obeyed her and returned to watching her pink bud. It now seemed determined to open. It bulged, parted and collapsed back on itself, but quickly repeated the process. It finally began to part, and this time it didn’t stop. The flower kept opening, and it’s pistol came into view. This pistol with a deep shade of brown and was by far, too large for the flower. It continued to push and the pistol grew until it dominated the flower. It began to slide out on it’s own, stretching the pink flower until it was just a tight ring.

“Lick it…Lick it.” Tory hissed.

Steve’s tongue came out on it’s own accord, and time seemed to slow as it traced the shortest distance to it’s prize. It didn’t end with a poke, but a wide lick, the kind you get from your dog on from returning home. Steve had a hint as to what it would taste like. He had licked his wife’s ass enough times to get a few stray tastes. But this was actually different. It would never sell at a restaurant, but it wasn’t that bad. The taste reminded him of the inside of a nut. Not the shell or the nut, but the thin skin or veins that usually accompanied them. It tasted like bitter almond, but it was more than tolerable. Steve rubbed the thick paste against the roof of his mouth and swallowed.

“Good boy, now suck it!” Tory ordered.

Steve was going to lean up, but Tory did the work. She pushed, and the last few inches to his mouth were bridged. She squatted lower and He was forced to open his mouth. The warm tube slid into his mouth and was surprisingly smooth. It was heavy and thick but creamy like cheese. His dark side was like a humming in his head, and his cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. He sucked like her were sucking a chocolate covered banana, and his mouth became awash with her taste. He quickly had thick syrup that dripped down the back of his throat, and he no choice but to swallow.

Swallowing was a signal, and Tory pushed, forcing more into his mouth. It filled so quickly that he was forced to keep swallowing, barely having the chance to break down her shit. She continued until a thick rope curled around his lips and his mouth was full.

Tory turned around and mounted his face again, but was now facing his feet. She could see his face coated in her shit and could see his hand barely gliding over his hard cock. She reached out and grabbed his hand, then forced it into the coil above his mouth. She made him take a handful and put his hand back to his cock.

“Come for me. I want to see you get off with my shit on your cock.” She told him.

Her shit was smooth and warm, and coated his cock better than any lube ever could. He stroked his cock slowly at first while his tongue mixed her shit in his mouth. His hand began moving faster and he knew there was no holding back. As his hips began to buck, Tory placed her weight on his face. Her ass not only pressed her shit into his mouth, but also caused it to cover his face like a mask. He was lost in the warm stickiness of her shit and the heat of her ass. He came with a yell that filled his throat with her shit, causing him to gulp it down. He hadn’t noticed before, but could feel Tory shaking, and then feel her climax and she stroked her clit.

It took a few minutes for Tory to compose herself enough to move. She licked her lips, smiling at the taste of Steve’s come. He had shot like a rocket and had even splattered her face. She climbed off and grinned at her handiwork. Her husband’s face was covered in her shit, and his cock was stained brown and still hard. She started to tell him to take a shower, but she got a better thought.

“Finish eating dinner and I’ll give you that drink, but be a good boy and eat it all.” She said, nudging his cock with her foot.

Steve was unable to talk, but nodded his understanding. In the back of his mind, he wondered what was for dessert.

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Forbidden Confessions Ch. 01

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I’m writing this story on the advice of my therapist. It’s deeply embarrassing and very difficult to admit to all of the messed-up things I’ve done in the last few years. Humiliating, self-destructive things. I pretty much ruined my life, in fact. My doctor said putting it all down in writing would be a first step towards dealing with it. I’m not so sure. I’ve lost my wife and my family, my job, most of my friends. I’ll probably never get them back. But maybe this story will help, I don’t know. Perhaps it will at least serves as a warning to others that uncontrolled lust can be a beautiful but destructive force.

I’ve learned in therapy that everybody tries to blame their parents for all the things that are wrong with them and I’m no different. I was raised with a very strict, fundamentalist religious upbringing in a tiny town a million miles from anywhere. No TV, almost no radio. Booze and card playing were taboo. Anything to do with sex was so totally off limits that I was barely aware of the subject until I was almost 20 years old. It started with a ban on being naked. We always had to wear something, even in the bath. I’m in my 40s today, and I’ve still never seen my father naked. There was of course no sex education. Sex was literally unmentionable, although my parents managed to instill in me an unspoken threat that sex was something for which we would eventually pay some horrible price, in this life or the next.

Today, I can vouch for that.

So that’s the first place I point my blaming finger. It’s the forbidden stuff that is the most irresistible, right? I remember finding a Playboy in a stack of old newspapers. I was probably already 18 by then. What I saw almost made me pass out from excitement. I had no idea about sex, and I wasn’t looking at these women and thinking what it would be like to fuck them. I didn’t even know what fucking was. What made my heart beat faster was the fact that these beautiful women would take off their clothes in front of someone. And they looked like they enjoyed it. Not that they were smiling. But the looks in their eyes, the way their mouths were slightly open … I knew they liked what they were doing. And I was strangely overwhelmed with feelings that I wanted to do the same.

For a long while after that, probably until I was almost 20, thinking about sex for me meant thinking about women stripping, and then getting naked myself. I would shut myself in my room and pretend to do a strip tease, sometimes in front of my mirror. My cock would be as hard as a rock, throbbing with my racing heartbeat. illegal bahis But because I was so uneducated about sex, I didn’t even know what to do with it. I just danced around until it was time to go have something to eat, or someone called me on the phone. Then I would be pulled back into reality, put my cock away and get back to a normal life.

You may find this hard to believe, but I learned about masturbation completely by accident when I was already 20 years old. I was lying naked under a sheet in my bed, my rigid penis pressing up against the soft material, pretending that I was putting on a little strip show in one of my fantasies. As I slowly pulled the sheet down to reveal my erection to my imaginary audience, the pleasure I felt got stronger and stronger. I held the sheet more and more tightly as I drew it down the length of cock and just as I was imagining the amazement and thrill of my audience that I was willing to show them my excitement, the muscles in my penis clenched with pleasure, my legs tensed, I gasped, and a large pearl of fluid appeared at the head of my twitching erection.

I was dumbfounded! I really had no idea what was going on. In fact, despite the incredible sensation of having had my first orgasm, I was actually freaked out but what I thought might be a horrible problem.

After that, I did some research, surreptitiously at the local library, feeling like a pervert for looking up words like “ejaculation” and “sperm.” This was the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. For the first time, I learned what sex was all about. Not just the definitions and mechanics, but also that it was something that lots of people thought was perfectly OK to do. In fact, some people even said sex was something you should do! I was totally blown away.

Despite all that, for the next few years I had a pretty normal life, with girls I mean. I had some girlfriends and I had a pretty normal sex life. I mean, based on what I know now, it was pretty tame. Simple missionary position, in bed, at night, in private.

At the same time, I had this parallel sex life in which I continued to jerk off, imagining myself as a nude model. I know it sounds weird, but that was my fantasy. Although I had a throbbing boner to prove my gender, my fantasies always involved me stripping in front of strangers as though I were one of the women I had seen in that Playboy magazine. I’d seen gay porn in the meantime, and I didn’t get any thrill from seeing a guy with a hard-on. In fact, even straight porn didn’t really do anything for me. It was old-fashioned illegal bahis siteleri cheesecake-type pin-ups and posing that got me turned on. Busty girls, a little plump but not fat, lots of firm curves.

Anyway, that’s not really the point of my story. That’s just to give you some background for what happened after I’d been married for a few years.

You won’t be surprised to read that my wife was one of those luxurious pin-up types. Big boobs and broad hips, but also a narrow waist and shapely legs. Blond with big blue eyes, a full mouth and a big bright smile. Sweet and sexy at the same time.

But Linda was also from a super-strict religious background and our sex was very tame. We didn’t talk about it and never complained. But I often thought about things that made me feel guilty, and horny, as hell.

For example, I’d sometimes pretend to be a peeping tom when she was under the shower. I’d open the bathroom door a crack and watch through the fogged up shower door how the water ran down over her full breasts. I had the same kind of fantasies with her as I’d had with myself before. In other words, I imagined that she was putting on a strip and shower show for some strangers, which gave me such an incredible hard-on that it would take only one or two strokes before I’d shoot my cum against the door, my legs trembling. Then I’d have to scramble to clean up the mess before she finished her shower. Sometimes I barely made it in time and would have to stay in another room while my erection subsided so that she wouldn’t see how excited I’d been.

Things only changed after we’d already been married for 10 years. I was 31 and she was 27. It was a Thursday evening in September, I remember. I prepared a nice meal at home to celebrate and for once we decided to have a little wine. In fact, we ended up splitting a bottle, which was a lot for us. There was lots of giggling and flirting and we eventually tumbled into bed. She landed on top of me and started grinding against my quickly growing cock. We tore at each other like wild animals. I think I even popped a couple of buttons off her blouse in my feverish efforts to get my hands on those big tits of hers.

I remember the next part very clearly, as she sat up briefly, reaching behind her back to undo her bra. I was looking up at her, and there was some yellow light coming into our dark bedroom from a street lamp outside. The light caressed her beautiful curves, and as her bra fell away and her full breasts spilled out, I blurted out, “I wish I could share this view with someone.”

Linda canlı bahis siteleri froze fort just a fraction of a second, and then pushed herself down onto my hard-on with even more frenzy. I quickly slid into her, soaking wet, and she moaned loudly.

I reached up and squeezed her full tits in my two hands, brushing my thumbs over her thick, hard nipples.

“You’re too beautiful to keep to myself,” I whispered hoarsely. She was bucking on me, riding up and down my shaft, grunting and gasping. I’d never seen her like this in all our 10 years together.

I’d only been inside of her for a few moments and I was getting close to cumming. It was happening much too fast for Linda and I turned to the window to try and distract myself. I saw a small gap in the curtain and the top of the street lamp beyond the garage.

I thought about peeking through the bathroom door as she showered. “Would you like it if someone was watching you?” I asked quickly as she panted above me.

She didn’t answer, but closed her eyes and pushed down harder on my cock.

“I wish someone was watching you right now,” I whispered. “Watching your beautiful tits bouncing in my hands, your round thighs holding me tight.”

She moaned quietly. She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite bring herself to get the words out.

The wine gave me some additional encouragement. “I want to show you off, Linda,” I said. I grabbed her broad hips and pulled her down roughly onto my hard-on. “I want to strip you and show you to someone else.”

I pumped up into her for all I was worth and she put her head down next to mine as I felt my climax building.

“Maybe there’s someone watching right now,” I gasped. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She whimpered, and I think I heard her squeeze out a muffled, “Yes,” before we both exploded into earth-shattering orgasms.

We lay quietly in each other’s arms for a long time after that, dozing and then waking briefly. There was an awkward silence when we were both awake, but we eventually fell asleep.

The next day, we didn’t say anything about it. The whole episode was way too embarrassing for either one of us to even mention, let alone discuss. We just pretended it never happened.

The problem was, of course, that it had happened, and it changed everything. The next time we made love, we were both so self-conscious, both of us obviously thinking about what had happened the time before but unwilling to talk about it, that we actually had to give up. We groped each other awkwardly for a few minutes, then just stopped and rolled away from each other. Neither one of us could go back to the way things had been before.

And that’s when things really changed for us.

(To be continued)

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Disruptive Student Ch. 02 – Mutual Masturbation

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I couldn’t think straight the rest of the day. I was trying to decide if I had great or horrible luck. I guess they could balance each other out. But truth be told, I’ll only consider myself unlucky if we end up getting caught.

Which is the way I have kind of always lived my life. Most of my success has been from luck. Even the bad things that have happened turned into good in the end. Part of me wanted to test this theory and walk butt naked down the hall into the Dean’s office, and ask if she wanted to join us. But I thought better of that option.

That is until Evie walked in at the end of the day with Samantha. Samantha was Evie’s friend, and the one that took the video of Evie sucking me off. Evie must have seen the look in my eyes because she immediately addressed the situation.

“Not so fast, we can’t have all of your fantasies coming true at once.” Evie joked. “I thought we should have a lookout, in case anyone starts coming down the hall.”

I nodded at this, but then had the sudden realization of what was about to happen. All day, despite the blow job, I had been imagining this as some kind of fantasy. Not something that was really going to happen.

Now that these two were actually here, the whole thing started to become real in my mind. I felt nervous and my whole body felt tingly. Very similar to how I felt when I lost my virginity. It was naughty and exciting. The thrill of possibly getting caught was already making me hard.

“There is one thing before we begin though. Sam here has a boyfriend back home. She misses him terribly, and can’t even have a sexy Skype with him because of the filters they put on the wifi here.”

“I know this might be a weird place to draw a line, but I really don’t want to be the other man. I’ve been cheated on before, and it hurts.” I explained.

“Oh no,” Samantha finally spoke. “We weren’t suggesting that. I love my boyfriend and would never want to cheat on him. See, he actually had this idea. He recommended that we each find a masturbation buddy. Basically, someone of the opposite sex that we could masturbate to and with. That way it isn’t cheating because we aren’t doing anything, but we are getting our sexual frustrations out.”

“Why not just look at porn?” I asked.

“Remember the filters on the school wifi?” Samantha asked. “They are so stringent that even pictures of the vitruvian man are blocked.”

I knew this, I had just gotten so used to using my personal connection for porn, that I forgot that it was ever an issue. “So, you want us to masturbate for each other?”

“Yes, and that will have the added benefit of keeping you from cumming as soon as you stick it in me.” Explained Evie. I have a strong stamina and want to cum at least five times before we finish.”

I was stunned by this request. “As much as I would like to accommodate that, I don’t think I have that much stamina.”

“Then it’s going to be a long night for you, because I’m not leaving until I have them. Or else that video is going to the dean.”

“Ok, ok. I never said I wouldn’t try. Can I at least try to pull a few out through oral?” I suddenly had another weird realization that I was bartering sexual favors with one of my students. Something I never thought would happen.

“You can try, but I typically need something in me.”

Samantha stepped up, and still a little shy, she asked, “How do you want to do this?”

Her shy nature was adorable to me. Her curly red hair was attractive, her small breasts were cute, but her painted on jean shorts and smooth long legs were amazing. “I guess we get naked first.” Evie stepped to the door and looked through the small window to watch for anyone that might want to ruin the party.

Samantha blushed. Her freckles showing in full force. “Sorry, my boyfriends the only guy I’ve actually seen naked in real life. And he’s the only one to see me either.”

I waited to see the point of the story. She awkwardly continued. “Could you possibly strip and I’ll just stick my hand down my shorts?”

I was more disappointed than suprised. I was really looking forward to seeing her amazing butt. At the same time I felt a little guilty, almost like I was stealing her virginity. “I guess that will work. It will probably take longer illegal bahis though, without visual stimuli.”

Samantha frowned and began nervously chewing on her thumbnail. “I’m sorry, this is awkward, I should go.” She turned to leave, but Evie blocked her exit.

“If I have to spend one more night listening to you hump your pillow while crying for Bruce, I’m going to smother you with that pillow. Now, you’re not leaving here without getting off.”

“But…” Samantha whined.

Suddenly, I had an idea, I walked to my desk and pulled out my laptop. I booted it up and logged into my personal connection. “Look, I have an idea, but I need to know that I can trust you two.”

The girls looked at each other like they couldn’t believe what I said. “I gave you a blowjob in the middle of class, swallowed every drop, and we’re probably about to screw for the better part of an hour. I think we are well past trust.” Evie mocked.

“It’s just, I have my personal connection to the internet, no filters. It’s what I use to look at porn.” They looked at me as if they were waiting for the part that required trust. “I figured I could look at porn for my visuals.” They continued to stare. “I just don’t want you judging me based on my porn habits.”

Evie laughed. “I doubt you could outdo my search history.”

“OK.” I said uneasily. I did a random search for porn and clicked the first site that came up. It was a simple lesbian scene, and I began to undress.

Evie came over and looked at the suggested videos. “What is Ultimate Surrender and Fap Hero?”

“We’re not talking about it, remember?”

Evie smiled and added, “Yet.” She went back to the door.

Samantha was staring at me at half mast as she unconsciously licked her lips and started rubbing her thighs together subtly.

Now, completely naked, I grabbed a chair and set it next to mine behind my desk. We both sat down and started watching the screen. I started up, going immediately to full speed. This was hot, but my real prize was standing in the door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Samantha’s gaze going back and forth between my work and the screen. She started rubbing herself, which progressed to her hand sliding under her shorts. About a minute in I see her unbutton them and slide the zipper down. I catch a small glimpse of pink panties. I hear her breath speeding up and getting louder.

I’m starting to watch her more than the porn at this point. She’s oddly doing the opposite. Her right hand is moving in circles under her panties as her left starts gliding up her stomach. It drags the shirt with it, revealing a faint trace of abs. It concludes it’s journey groping her left apple sized breast over her blue bra.

After a fews seconds of this, she seems to get frustrated with the confining clothes. She leans forward and pulls her t-shirt off. She pops the front clasp on her bra so fast that it almost looks like magic when her beautiful tits spring free. Her breasts might be small, but they are perfectly shaped, and the nipples are jutting out about an inch.

It takes all of my strength to not lean over and suck on them. She twists and pulls them so hard that I’m surprised they don’t hurt. Then she lifts her hips and pushes her shorts and panties down with one thrust, leaving them around her ankles.

I’m getting really close now with the sight of her shaved slit. And from the sound of it, so is she. She starts rubbing circles on her clit as she begins to moan.

She glances over and notices my hungry glare at her tits. She glances back at the screen and switches hands so that her left is now teasing out the orgasm. With her right hand she grabs the back of my head and pulls my lips to her nipple. I need no other invitation as I start sucking on them and using my tongue to bat the nipple around.

I can nearly fit the entire breast into my mouth. She’s getting so loud that I worry someone will hear. I gently scrape her nipple between my teeth and that sends her over the edge. Her hips start bucking and her mouth is wide open in a silent scream. Her entire body freezes for a second, before her hips drop back down and she gasps for breath.

That’s when I start to feel my own orgasm rising. But then I realize that I have no place illegal bahis siteleri to put the cum without making a mess that I would have to explain to the cleaning crew. “Quick the trash can.” I say as I point to the can by the door.

Samantha stands to rush over to get it, but forget that her shorts are around her ankles. She trips and falls on her face. On the one hand, I finally got to see her amazing backside. On the other, I was right behind her and end up tripping as well. My shaft lands perfectly taco style between her cheeks.

There’s no time to get up or do anything but enjoy the feeling of cuming on her back as my penis is cradled between her perfectly formed cheeks. I’m breathing heavily into her curly red hair as I finish cumming.

When I finally have my wits about me again, I immediately stand up and start apologizing profusely. She just lays there with my cum on her low back and upper glutes.

“Hold on, it’s ok, it’s not that big of a deal.” Says Evie, as I finally realize that she had apparently been masturbating as well. She gets on her hands and knees and starts lapping up the cum. My shaft twitches as her tongue even travels between Samantha’s cheeks to get every last drop.

She finishes and helps Samantha up. She looks the girl in the eye and says, “You owe me for that.” Samantha nods solemnly.

Then the unexpected happens, Evie begins open mouth kissing her. Miraculously, this starts hardening me up again already. Then Evie turns Samantha to me and says, “Show him.”

Samantha opens her mouth to show me that she now has my cum in her mouth. Evie cumswaped my cum from her butt to her mouth. “Now swallow.” Samantha closes her mouth, swallows, and then shows me a clean mouth. I’m now at full mast again.

“Thank you, that got him right back to where I need him.”

“I’m so sorry Samantha, I didn’t mean to cum on you.”

Samantha just smiles and says not to worry about it as she begins to put her clothes back on and take her position at the door.

Evie is walking towards me now and is pulling off her skirt and shirt, revealing her naked body to me for the first time. It is more glorious than I could have ever imagined. Her breasts are the size of cantaloupes and have a barbell in each engorged nipple. She has a slender athletic frame, and her pussy lips are nearly hairless, except for a tiny blonde landing strip.

“You’re lucky, I already had one orgasm watching you guys, now all I need is four more.”

I’m not really listening anymore though. My animal instincts have taken over and all I want is sex. I move in and kiss her collarbone as my left hand wraps around her waist and gropes her tight butt. My right hand goes to her breast and cradles it like it holds the secret to life itself.

I kiss my way down to her other nipple and begin flicking and sucking on it. I don’t stay there long though. I continue kissing my way down her stomach and trace a line with my tongue down her feminine V. I waste no more time and I start french kissing her pussy.

She’s instantly moaning and breathing heavy. She’s still dripping wet from her first orgasm. I go to town on her for nearly ten minutes. I’m determined to pull an orgasm out of her this way. But nothing is seeming to push her over that edge.

I decide to get bold and try a dirty trick. My hands start groping and massaging her butt as my mouth is still focused on her clit. Then, without warning, I slip a finger into her butthole. She goes rigid and starts to shake as she cums. I feel her lips convulsing and around my tongue.

When she comes down from her high, she guides me up to her face. I’m expecting threats and warnings about what I did. But, she simply smiles and says, well done. And then she kisses me passionately before pushing me onto my desk. She straddles my hips and without preamble buries my shaft into herself.

She bounces for maybe ten minutes before she comes again. We change positions to doggy style with her bent over my desk. I pound her like there’s no tomorrow and she is screaming at the top her her lungs. She cums again, but so do I.

I start to panic after I spilled my seed into her. But she looks back and says, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. But what you do need to worry about, canlı bahis siteleri is that softening member of yours. Remember, if I don’t get all five orgasms I’m going to the dean.”

I figure she’s lying, but I can’t take that risk. “I just made you cum four times already.” I whine.

“And now all you need is one more. You’re welcome to go back to oral if you want.”

The thought of tasting cum makes me sick and I start to soften faster. Evie laugh’s, “You boys and your fear of cum. Do it however you like, but if you go soft, we are done.”

I start pumping as hard and fast as I can, but everything is too slippery now. Not enough friction to keep me up. Then I get an idea.

I grab her butt cheeks, spread them apart, pull out, and then ram home up her butt. She is so tight that I only get the tip in as she howls in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I see her face grimacing and fingers clenching my desk until her knuckles go white.

This must have been her first time experiencing anal. Truth be told, this was my first time too. But she said to do whatever it takes to stay hard, and the added friction from her tight sphincter is doing the trick.

I pull out and see her relax, before shoving in again. This time I get half my shaft in before meeting too much resistance. It’s almost to painful for me to continue. But the taboo nature of the act is making me even harder.

I have a stroke of conscience though and pull out. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Not on your life.” Is the surprising response. Sam, come here. I need a distraction. Lick my pussy.”

“What? No. I told you, I don’t do that.”

Evie’s voice gets stern. “I’ve seen the way you stare at my pussy as I’m shaving it in the shower. I saw the way you watched that lesbian porn. And I read about your confused emotions in your diary. So, unless you want me to make photocopies and distribute it around the school, start licking.” Samantha is visibly angry, but she climbs down beneath her friend and starts licking.

Evie looks up at me and says to continue. But I’m upset at the way she just blackmailed her friend and I decide to try to teach her a lesson.

So, I wait.

Evie tells me to keep going.

But, I wait.

She cusses, partially from the building orgasm brought on my the licking, and partially out of anger at me.

“Stick it in me!” She yells.

I feel her butt cheeks tighten up with her building orgasm, and that is when I strike. I bury myself, balls deep into her tight hole. My balls bounce off of Samantha’s chin. Evie screams.

But she is actually begging me to keep going. She loves the sensation. She actually starts to push back against me. So, I give up and give her exactly what she wants.

I hump her hard and fast, and that is exactly how we both cum, simultaneously. Her body begins to shake violently, and then her hips begin to buck. She squirts all over Samantha, covering the girls face, hair, and shirt. I cum deep inside her rectum. It feels like every ounce of my being is pulled to this singular point and being shunted into Evie.

My cum makes it too tight inside of her and I am pushed out. My final three spurts cover Samantha’s face. I stumble back and fall to the ground. I have never felt more depleted in my life. Evie appears to feel the same. She just lays on my desk as cum spills out of her and onto Samantha.

I instantly feel remorse for the cum covered Samantha. I try to apologize, but end up passing out instead.

I mysteriously wake up the next morning in my bed. I have no clue how I got here, but my alarm is going off, so I have to get up. I shower, shave, and eat about 2,000 calories for breakfast. I get to my class and find I have an email from the Dean.

This obviously has me worried. I’m even more worried when I see Samantha and Evie in her office. I step in cautiously, try to betray nothing through my expressions.

I feel immense relief as the dean explains to me that Evie snuck a boy into my class and had sex until she passed out on my desk. Samantha found her and turned her in. Evie admitted to this story and will now be suspended for two weeks.

With all of the relief that I feel, I wonder why they came up with the story. I pull them aside on the way back to class. Evie apologizes and says that she went a little crazy from lack of sex. But she hopes that we can continue the study sessions without all of the anger and blackmail. I agree and we part ways amazed at the sudden turn.

To be continued.

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I’m on my own again back into the world of respectability in the London suburbs. It’s the same old story, my husband is away for the majority of the week on business and I’m at work most days. But tonight, I’ve decided, will be different. I need a release from my frustrations, and I thought you might like to cum with me. Goodness knows, I know I need to.

7.30 a.m: It’s morning now and I feel as randy as hell. I’m not sure why but I just do. Perhaps it’s the warmth of my bed and the softness of the duvet against my skin. All I know is that as I stretch out to caress my breasts it feels good and my nipples are aroused and firm. Of course I could satisfy myself straight away but I thought I’d tease myself a little, well all day actually, and have a special masturbation session tonight. I hope you’ll join me.

7.40 a.m: Time for a hot shower. Afterwards I step out of the water, cleansed, and into a large thick, soft towel it makes me prickle with warmth and comfort. Now I’m dry, well in most places, I’ll massage my favourite lotion into my skin. This always turns me on, especially while I rub the cool cream into the area that surrounds my vagina. I’m shaved smooth, not a hair in sight, so I feel extra sensitive. I could cum so easily, but it’s not time as yet. I’ll just brush my finger lightly over my clit to send a thrill shooting to my sexual centre. This feels wonderful, my clit is hard and, oh God, I could cum so easily.

8.00 a.m: After dealing with my hair and make-up, it’s time to dress. Being a business woman of 41 I can’t dress too sexily but I’ll wear what I know will keep me sexed-up all day. I’ve slipped on my silky smooth, shiny stockings. They are the hold-up style with lacy tops that stop about an inch from my secret depths. This is all I will wear underneath my work suit. The suit is heavy and of a rough tweed like material. I pull on the skirt and it slightly scratches and itches my bare bottom and lower tummy – mmmm, heaven!

The jacket is shaped and beautifully cut. Again the cloth feels rough, especially as I stretch it over my full breasts to do up the buttons. The neck line is reasonably high so I hope no one will know that I am naked underneath. Well they might, if they look closely enough, as my tits will gently move and be stimulated as I walk and stretch. I put on a pair of shoes with kitten heels and, that’s me, ready for work – the respectable face (and body) of commerce.

8.35 a.m: I’ve arrived at my office and I’m sitting at my desk to view the morning mail. As I cross my legs I’m sure that I can sense moisture on my inner, upper thighs but I try to concentrate on what I should be doing.

8.55 a.m: A young messenger guy knocks on the door with a private package for me. He looks so fresh and healthy I could devour him for breakfast, but I try not to be too obvious. He asks me to sign his clip-board. As I bend over to do so I realise that he is glancing down my jacket as it gapes slightly at the top. This sends a shiver of delight to my nipples, but he has to go. I know I mustn’t weaken or make a fool of myself at work.

I run a hand over my breasts and can feel my nipples are erect and fighting to press through the thick scratchy material. I stifle a groan of pleasure.

10.10 a.m: After I’ve supervised my staff and given instructions for the day I’m back in my private office. I can now open the package I received earlier. I know what it is. I take off the brown paper wrapper and look at the box, the picture on the front makes me smile to myself. I tip the box, release the fastening and out falls my new vibrator, the one I’ll use tonight. canlı bahis şirketleri It’s big. Very big. About eleven or twelve inches with an impressive width as well. It feels softish, almost like real skin, on the outside with a firm, solid middle. It’s shaped exactly like a penis and looks very realistic – only much, much bigger than when compared to my husband. The thought of plunging this inside me makes my mouth water at the prospect. It will be the biggest cock, real or artificial, that I have ever used. This makes me tremble with anticipation. My hands are quite shaky.

I put the vibrator away in my bag and hope that the day will pass by quickly.

2.00 p.m: I’ve had lunch and I somehow got through the morning without doing anything silly. I still feel very sexy. I had one little shock. I was reaching for a box file from a high shelf, so my tummy was showing, and one of my young secretaries had entered into my office, without me knowing. I turned slightly and saw her staring at my expanse of exposed skin. I don’t know who was embarrassed most. She went quite red faced and stumbled her words as she spoke. I never thought I’d get pleasure from another woman looking at me but I certainly did this time. There seemed to be lust in her eyes, or maybe this was just wishful thinking.

After she had left I imagined her walking up behind me, while I was reaching up, and touching my skin, one hand moving slowly upwards to stroke my breasts, her other hand pushing down the front of my skirt. Her red plump lips would kiss and tickle my tummy button. I swear I almost cum just thinking about it. It was the first time I’d ever had a fantasy involving a woman – but the thought of me being stretched upwards while her delicate hands and red painted finger nails roamed freely over my body was very mouth-watering.

4.00 p.m: It’s no good, I’ve got to go home and sort out my frustrations. The expectation of the enormous vibrator is driving me mad. I give my final instructions to my staff and tell them I’m off to see a client. I can’t wait to get home.

4.10 p.m: I’m in my car heading homeward. My skirt is pushed high up my thighs and I’ve undone a couple of buttons on my jacket so that my breasts aren’t so confined. I’ve got the heater on full so that I’m very hot.

As I drive I rub my hand along my thighs and open my legs slightly. As I reach my stocking tops I feel the softness of my skin damp and warm. I must focus on my driving.

4.45 p.m: Home! What a relief. I get out of my car. Damn! This is like a bad dream. There’s my nosy neighbour, Mr. Wilkinson, the boring accountant. “Hello,” he calls out, “Have you got a minute?”

I wait until he reaches me and off he goes on and on about some ‘Neighbourhood Watch’ meeting. I try to listen but wish he’d just go away. It’s then I realise he’s staring at my unbuttoned jacket as he talks. I’d forgotten that I had quite a lot of cleavage showing. This excites me and I ask him if he wants a coffee. “Yes,” he replies, “I’d love one.”

4.55 p.m: We go inside my house and I take him into the kitchen while I make the coffee. I sit on a high stool by the breakfast bar while he continues with his theme about cutting crime locally. I cross my legs allowing my skirt to rise and watch as his eyes take in my silky legs.

“Do you take sugar and milk?”

“Erm, yes, p-please,” he says. I know he’s hooked so I pour the coffee and his eyes are now upon my breasts as I bend towards him handing him his drink. I straighten up slowly so he has time to gaze on my globes. The thing is I want him to look at me. I want to canlı kaçak iddaa take everything off so he can see all of me, and examine me in minute detail if he wants. I suddenly come to my senses and realise I must behave as I have my reputation to think about. I somehow persuade him to drink his coffee quickly and leave.

5.15 p.m: At last I’m alone. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to make myself cum.

5.20 p.m: I switch on my computer to update what has happened so far today. This done I go to my bedroom, take off my suit and slip on a thin, silk robe. Underneath I only have my stockings and I put on some very high heel shoes. I get out my new vibrator and put in the batteries. I’m hot, sexy and ready.

5.42 p.m: I’m now in ‘real’ time. I’m sitting in front of my screen, the vibrator next to the keyboard, my robe held together loosely by a looped belt. My chair is an executive style with soft leather, big comfy arms and a high back. It can tilt slightly backwards if I wish.

I feel a little nervous. It’s as if I’m talking to you – just you and me – and there you are watching. It feels exciting and so intimate. I’m hot, my face is glowing and my lips are full and fiery as I lick them to keep them moist. I’m sure I’m sweating slightly. As I touch my neck it feels humid and hot.

If I sit here quietly I can sense myself glowing with sexuality. I feel alive and sensitive. As I look down at my body my nipples show through my silk robe which reaches down to the middle of my thighs. My stockings shine and are so smooth and sleek to the touch of my hand. My high heels make my legs look longer and give me almost a tarty look. I feel sensuous and ready for almost anything.

I loosen my belt so that it drops away and as I breath deeply the robe moves apart slightly, the edges at the top hardly covering my nipples. I breath deeper and at last my tits are exposed, As I look down I see their softness contrasting with the hardness of the nipples. They are yearning to be touched and pulled.

I place one arm below my tits and raise this slowly so they rise and stand out more. My breasts look so full, enlarged with wanting and desire. I delicately touch one nipple and a ripple of excitement shoots through my body. I hold the nipple between three fingers and pull outwards slowly and watch it stretch out like a miniature penis. The harder and further I pull the more pleasure it gives me. I can sometimes cum just by manipulating and ‘milking’ my nipples, so I stop as I want to orgasm with the vibrator.

The robe is now wide apart and I can see my glistening mound rising between my legs. My vaginal lips look swollen and puffy and at the top I can see the hardness of my clit peeping through seeking attention. I breathe deeply again while looking at my body and it is turning me on more and more.

I hook one leg over the arm of my chair so that I can touch and caress the inside of my leg and upper thigh, moving to the white flesh above my stocking tops. There is moisture there and I sensuously massage the area. My fingers feel sticky and slippery. I let out a moan of pleasure and raise my hand to my tits squeezing them together tightly. I feel like I’m on fire.

I hook my other leg over the other arm of the chair so my cunt is completely exposed and slightly open. I’m panting as I lustfully look at myself. I touch my exposed parts with two fingers, running them down my crack and juices flow out. I’m drenched and lubricated.

The vibrator is staring at me and I hold it with difficulty in one hand. It’s so big, my fingers do not reach round the girth. I’m surprised canlı kaçak bahis now at the size and different emotions enter my mind. I’m excited but also a little scared by how much it will make my vagina stretch. I try to suck the end of the vibrator but it hardly goes in my mouth. I place it on one of my nipples and set it to a slow vibration. This sends me into wondrous spasms of sensitivity, my whole body seems to quiver and shudder.

I make a slow, tantalising, downward path tracing a trail via my belly button to my waiting, throbbing vagina. The vibrator touches my clit and I scream out with ecstasy. I pull it away. I know though that I must now cum, no more teasing, but I want the cock deep inside me as I do so.

I put the head of the vibrator between my distended cunt lips and push gently, they part and welcome the roundness of the head between them. I’m not sure if I can take such a size. I push gently again and about an inch goes inside me. My nerve endings shoot messages to all of my pleasure zones. I have to breath deep and slow myself down.

A little more pressure and I feel my cunt stretching and filling. As I glance down it looks obscene as this monstrous cock penetrates me. I can’t stop now so I push once more and I must have four inches deep inside me. I throw my head back in triumph and push again. I’m so wet that the vibrator impales me going in further and I feel like I’m about to be split open. There’s slight pain but mostly pleasure as I keep on thrusting until I feel my womb being attacked. I gasp at the wonder of it all and try to sit still.

I’ve never felt so full. I sit silently and tighten and release my vaginal muscles over and over as if I’m sucking this intruder further and further into me. I cannot take any more, I’m sweating, I’m hot and I need to be fucked hard.

I yell out obscenities I never normally use and start to move the cock in and out of me. As I do so my cunt is expanding, the stretching is making me groan and bite my lip. In and out I go pounding the sensations. I can’t stop I’m possessed by a monstrous desire and I go faster and faster. Juices are flowing onto my chair beneath me and I know I’m cuming, I can’t stop myself any longer. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shout, “Pound my cunt, give it to me, all of it. I can take it.” I scream as I cum, my whole body is throbbing, my tits are bouncing and I’m shaking my head from side to side. Wave after wave of orgasms flood my senses. I can hardly breath, the pulsating orgasms keep on coming over and over until tears are running down my cheeks and juices are flooding over my hand. At last they slow down and I’m left gasping and groaning.

As I gradually come back to earth I pull the vibrator slowly out of my cunt and feel empty. I can see how open I am. It’s like there is a dark tunnel to my very soul. I reach down to investigate. It is wet and hot inside. I can smell a musk odour filling my nostrils as my fingers examine, and move along, the velvet like walls. I know I’m going to need more. More stimulation, more fucking. I pull myself wide apart wishing I (or you) could fill my vagina with hot spurting sperm over and over again.

6.26 p.m: Suddenly I’m jolted back to the real world by the front door bell ringing. Flustered, I quickly wrap my robe round me and tie the belt. I’m sure it doesn’t hide my desires properly but there may be someone important at the door.

I rush downstairs, sweaty, flushed and sticky, the robe clinging like a second skin to my naked body. I breath deeply and open the door very slightly. It’s Mr. Wilkinson! “I thought you might like this Neighbourhood Watch Newsletter to read.”

I mumble a thanks and then look at him looking at me. His eyes are glued to my swaying breasts and hard swollen nipples that are poking through the thin robe.

6.30 p.m: “Do you want to come inside?” I whisper…

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She swore she wasn’t going to do it this time.

Every time she had taken a shower lately, she had done it. It was getting scary. Too much. Now, it was almost the feeling of that hot water on her skin that triggered it. Starting it. And it was so easy to give in, the water heating her skin. Making it wet and slippery. So easy.

But this time, she wasn’t going to do it. She’d be a good girl, take a shower, and get clean, and get out. Instead of getting dirty.

She was so sure she wouldn’t do it. She hadn’t really thought about him that much this morning. Or at least not as much as she normally did.

So she turned on the water and stripped off her clothes. She avoided touching her skin as much as possible while doing it. Because she was going to be good this time.

Now naked, she made sure both doors were locked…just in case. And got into the shower. The water was really hot. So hot. She felt the sensation on her skin, on her back, her shoulders, her face, her breasts. And she started to weaken.

She tried to find resolve. She tried to think about anything else. But feeling that water on her – all she could find in her head was his mouth. His hands. His tongue. Especially his tongue. She weakened more. Leaning her head against the wall, she tried to focus away from it, but she lifted her face to the shower, letting the hot water pound against her lips, so sensitive and ticklish, she opened her mouth a little, weakening more, trying to not think about it, but her mouth was opening into the water, and eyes closed, she lifted her tongue to the güvenilir bahis pressure, thinking of his tongue on hers, thinking of giving him the blow job she desperately desired, her tongue moved involuntarily under the water pressure, back and forth, imagine she was tasting him.

And the resolve started to weaken more. It was his tongue that got her every time. All that hot water. She took her honeysuckle body soap and ran some in her hands, and ran down her stomach. She was trying to avoid anywhere above and below, but the water, it was so hot.

So she got her stomach soapy and then she had to go higher, circling her breasts with the slippery soap, suds running with the hot water now beating on them, her nipples getting harder, and she leaned her back on the wall of the shower, head back, her knees getting weaker. It was too easy. Too easy. Too fast.

Because now the pieces were coming together inside her. Those pieces of the orgasm she was trying to fight were building and getting stronger. She felt it. She couldn’t stop now. She was getting dirtier. Still the water was hot. And she turned the faucet a little more to make even hotter, and the bathroom filled with more steam, and her hands got more aggressive with the soap on her nipples.

And still she thought of him, thought of his hands. His mouth. His tongue. His dick. His body.

And then she had to see. See what she felt was there. She leaned her back against the wall fully now and reached down with her fingers, one hand still working her nipple and opened herself.

She told herself she türkçe bahis just wanted to see how wet she was. Just checking. But oh, she was so wet, and once she touched herself there, that was it. This shower had gone dirty with no hope of turning back around.

Further she reached, inside, feeling how soaking wet she was. So much wetter than the hot water, and she stroked and explored, and rubbed her wet clit and her knees buckled.

And she had to do it. She was so close. And she was all alone. And the water pounded her body. And there was no interruption and only her thoughts of him. And she felt how wet her pussy was. How sensitive and hot it was. It got worse. The water was hot, but not as hot as she was, not as wet as she was. And she wanted more.

And she reached outside of the shower. And forgot about being ashamed or trying to be good. Because she was there. Right there. So hot. And wanting to ….needing to.

And she took it from the cabinet where she hid it, behind the towels, and started breathing heavier just feeling the hardness of it. She wanted it to be him. She wanted him to open her pussy with his tongue, and taste how wet she was. And open her with his dick. And feel how hard he was. And the more she thought these things the faster her breathing came.

And she brought it into the shower with her. She didn’t even need to turn it on. Just the hardness was enough. And this time she was so hot she really didn’t need to turn it on anyway. And with her back against the wall, and her hand flat against the wall, she braced one leg on the güvenilir bahis siteleri edge of the tub.

And it was really dirty.

Because she opened her pussy, and pushed it slowly, slowly, all the way inside of her. So slowly, and gasped out loud. Luckily it was drowned out by the water.

And she slid it in and out, slowly. And like always, she suddenly remembered she was in control. And she didn’t have to go slowly. She was at no one’s mercy. So immediately, knees buckling, sighing and gasping, unable to be quiet, she fucked herself, hard, deep, and came, hard, harder, and again, feeling the water running over her dirty body, so not clean, fucking harder, harder, and she came over and over. Until finally she couldn’t stand anymore. She lay in the tub with the water pounding over her body and finished, hard. She was almost caught because she was so loud. And leaned her head back against the tub, feeling the water pounding, breathing hard.

Feeling so dirty. Smiling though. She stood up, knees still weak and went to put it away.

And then, she stopped – she felt it again, knowing she was so dirty, but she had to, and did it one more time. Wasting no time, hard, fast, quick and she came that last time. And knew she had to stop or she would keep going… all day long. She couldn’t imagine if he was actually there. She would be relentless.

She put it away behind the towels. She shut the shower off, leaning against the wall. Trying to catch her breath, her wet hair in her face, she felt messy and her smile wicked.

And she got out of the shower, tried to towel off gently to not get going again, trying to wipe that crazy smile off her face.

Knowing that however much she dried herself, she’d still be wet, and no matter how long she showered, she’d still be so fucking dirty.

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Meet Joe – Ballroom Dancer

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I was encouraged to dance from an early age. My father was a British Champion and hailed from the North West of England, competing frequently in the World famous Winter Gardens in Blackpool. When he met my mother his dancing career stopped and he opened up his own dance studio. This included training me. This didn’t bother me, as dancing was all I knew. Apparently I was tapping my feet even before I was walking. My mother who was the family’s main earner, received a job offer in Michigan, so our family migrated to the United States. I was seven years old and my younger sister had been born by then.

Whilst living in the US, my sister (who was two years my junior) became my first competitive dance partner, with our dad being our primary teacher. I do owe her a debt of gratitude as she also stuck up for me during my younger years at school. I remember just before the summer vacation (I was 10) and was being bullied because a photo appeared in the local newspaper of us both dancing. My sister put her arm around me and told me that they were just jealous that I was front page news in the local community. She was very mature even at the age of eight!

Time went on, and dancing progressed. At 14 I was the skinny kid at school with terrible acne, low self-esteem and I started to worry about my “thing,” as when changing during gym, it appeared much smaller than everyone else’s. I was also at that age where dancing with my sister was no longer cool (something she resented me for as we had recently finished runners up in the State the year before). I didn’t mean to upset my sister, it was just the intimacy began to feel strange as my teenage worries got the better of me, as did the fact that during competitions I was wearing excess amounts of make up to hide my blotchy skin.

My father understood the situation and helped me through it, he got me involved in another dance school an hour away and I found a new partner of which we had relative success. At 17 my father was diagnosed with cancer and passed away. I was in my final year of high school, ready to go to college and study International Business and take my dancing further with the collegiate championships. However, my father’s passing led to a halt in my dance career.

I reinvented myself in college, started to grow out of my teenage skin, and became an exercise freak. I even figured out that I was quite the track athlete running the mile in under four and a half minutes. I was now five feet ten (retaining my dancers posture), and managed to bulk up slightly so I was now slim and toned as opposed to skinny. I even dated the odd girl, nothing serious, but found that my pale skin and patches of English accent I retained were a turn on to some. One girl I dated even commented on how beautiful my green eyes were and how they matched my light brown hair perfectly.

Although I had grown up, my penis still bothered me. I was certainly not as large as I hoped. Erect I stood between five and five and a half inches depending how horny I was (although my girth was normal based on my readings). In terms of length, I did have a sense of paranoia that I was nowhere near Mr Average with people claiming to be 8″ plus. This effectively stunted my sex life, where I didn’t even feel comfortable for a girl to put her hands down there, never mind do anything else.

Dancing seemed a lifetime away until in my final year of college I joined a couple of my track buddies and we went to a bar. Being one of the youngest of my year group I only turned 21 during the summer of my third year in college, so going out drinking in bars was relatively new for me. Not that I hadn’t drank before. In fact I had acquired a certain taste to Budweiser.

The bar was quite full when we arrived and was full of illegal bahis hot college chicks, but also a good number of Jocks who were sleazing their way around all the pretty girls. Part of me who was never schooled in talking to girls, and being a shy individual kept myself to myself. I looked after our table and my track buddies would come back every so often after having a dance or doing a lap to find some attractive female to take home.

After several beers, the place quietened down with most folk moving on elsewhere. The air was less stuffy and I started to appreciate the surroundings of the bar. It was relatively dark, decked out in a lot of wood panelling, with quite a lot of brewery signs dotted about the place. There was a raised DJ booth and a small dance floor where I saw what in my opinion was the most beautiful girl in the world. She was dancing with three of her friends and boy could she move. She was just my type.

She had long black hair, almost down to her waist and tanned skin. Her eyes were so dark and on the side profile she had a small upturned nose that had such an elegant curve to it. Her face was round and she had some substance to her cheeks that somehow got me fascinated with her. I then did as all guys do, decided to check her out from the ground up and things only got better. She had a curvy muscly figure (as if she was an athlete herself, although I would have certainly remembered her if she had been up at the track) and was wearing a pair of flowery shorts that weren’t overly short but accentuated her long legs. She was wearing some wedges on her feet with a 2 inch heel that gave her calf muscles that wonderful definition I had seen and appreciated on so many female dancers. Moreover, it certainly made her arse stand out. The thoughts of seeing her naked body, in particular that fine ass were stirring like a whirlwind through my head. She was wearing a shirt (unbuttoned) over a white fitted vest top that certainly drew focus to her breasts. That’s when my buddy Toby tapped me on the back and asked if I was ok? I just nodded and was literally speechless.

He said the other two guys we came with, Murray and Steve were thinking of moving on as the place was winding down to my disappointment. Out of the blue, I downed my beer and said,

“Five minutes, I fancy a dance.” Toby was shocked as he had never seen me on a dance floor, and didn’t even dream I would suggest something like that. (I had kept my dancing career a strict secret at college). He replied,

“Yeah, sure ok. I’ll tell the guys to go and we’ll meet them in ten minutes.”

We went on the dance floor and despite having natural rhythm, I wasn’t entirely comfortable dancing to modern pop/hip hop R and B. I just kind of followed Toby and hoped I wasn’t looking out of place. Every so often on the dance floor I’d look over to the group of girls who were still there dancing around in their circle and that’s when Toby quickly realised why I wanted to dance. He said,

“Go over and talk to them, introduce yourself.” Despite not knowing the whole of my past, Toby knew a lot about my dating career, that I was still a virgin, I had low self-confidence and in a way he was one of my best buddies who took me upon his wing to help out.

I responded,

“No way dude. This is a bad idea, let’s go meet Murray and Ste.” Before I had anytime to even turn away, Toby grabbed me, and we both approached the group and he said,

“Hey, do you mind if me and my buddy join you for a quick dance just before we go?”

The group of girls obviously surprised and looking curiously at one another, apprehensively agreed and we did our introductions. There was Mel, a tall blonde who certainly looked like a former prom queen or head cheerleader, illegal bahis siteleri Karina a girl who was a little larger than the rest of the group, with short frizzy hair and quite a large chest. Amber, a dark brown/redhead with a pointy chin, who seemed to have had one too many this evening and then Karen. I mumbled my introduction to Karen and Toby seeing that I was in trouble managed to deflect any unwanted attention away from this situation. He even told a couple of stories about me, trying to big me up, of which I was rather uncomfortable and felt my face reddening with embarrassment.

As the evening progressed and the bar was winding down, the DJ requests were becoming more bizarre. First, some Texan barn dance was played where Toby, I and the girls all interlinked arms and danced around each other and then one of Karen’s requests came on. It was a “lambada.” She said that she used to love dancing to back in Colombia when visiting family but no-one knows how it’s danced here in the US. The girls attested and said she even tried with them to no avail. I then said something which I never thought I would and said:

“I used to do a bit of dancing when I was very young, if you can lead it, I’ll try follow.”

Toby was shocked at my forwardness, he had never seen me be so direct ever, in particular with girls. Karen said,

“Sure, we can give it a try.”

Karen grabbed me, our bodies came into very close contact, even closer than I was used to in Ballroom dancing and she started to move me around the floor. I was concentrating very hard to follow as I hadn’t danced in a while. Moreover, I was the one used to leading even though in some practices my teachers used to teach me to follow to understand how it should feel to a girl. Half way through the dance I looked up. (Until then my poise was firmly on the ground past Karen’s head with a look of concentration.) I could see Amber, Karina, Mel and Toby all looking in awe at the spectacle. I then looked beyond and the few people who remained in the bar, no more than a dozen including the three/four bar staff were all watching.

I suddenly felt re-energised and felt a world of confidence about me. People were watching me perform. This was just like when I was younger, but it was a situation where it was just me, not a handful of other couples where every step matters and perfection is needed. I looked at Karen at the first time during the dance and gave a smile, and she instantly responded with.

“Oh my god, you are really good. I never expected this.”

My smile widened as I looked into her eyes and then I started to feel my body heat up. The blood started rushing to my dick and it was beginning to harden. I was thinking two things. “Please god, don’t let me get a hard on, don’t let me ruin it with this chick.” The other question in my mind was “Why is this only happening now, she’s effectively been in contact with your junk for about two minutes.”

I started to think unsexy thoughts, anything, mathematical derivations, split times when I run, but it wasn’t working. Thankfully my penis was quite well wedged down my leg so it wouldn’t be making a prominent point in my jeans but I was growing pretty close to my full length. I then started thinking,

“Can she tell I’m getting hard” and I started to look at Karen more intently for any more tell-tale signs that she could feel my apparent erection.

The more I gazed into her beauty the more I started to notice about her. Like the little scar on her brow just above her right eye, the deep shade of red lipstick she was wearing and then her smell. It was a vanilla type of smell which was driving me crazy. My dick was dying to be freed from my pants and my balls were all tight ready to help me canlı bahis siteleri explode. I could feel some pre-cum leaving my dick and I was thinking of some way to excuse myself to avoid the embarrassment of blowing my load on a dancefloor. Thankfully just in the nick of time the song finished.

I sheepishly tried to avoid any attention to my downstairs region and said,

“I’m all hot and sweaty now, can we sit down?”

I managed to get to a bar stool and sit down without anyone noticing my bulge on the side of my pants, although I was still questioning myself to whether Karen felt it or not. Whether that was appropriate, whether she was put off, turned on?

All these questions were whizzing around my mind, that I almost ignored Mel asking me if I was a salsa dancer or something. I said no, but my dad was a ballroom and Latin champion and he used to teach me when I was a baby, to which Karen replied,

“Oh my god, I used to dance Latin for 8 years!” Karen and I then took over a conversation on our own, I couldn’t even tell you what it was about, but vaguely it was discussing technique, competitions, shoe brands, clothing and what seemed like 30 seconds, must have been longer as we were then being ushered out of the bar.

I looked at Toby who seemed to have spent his conversation with the other three girls and gave me the eyes as either seal the deal or let’s go. I’d seen him give this look to Murray in particular several times over our college careers.

I said we had to go and meet our buddies but I asked Karen for her number of which she happily handed over. She said as we parted,

“That number comes with one condition, I expect another lambada in the future.” I laughed and Toby and I went on our way.

Toby – who hadn’t said much about the whole situation gave me a wink and a pat on the back and just said:

“I don’t know where that came from Joe, but keep it up buddy! What do you fancy doing now?”

I responded “Shall we call it a night? Let me at least go to bed on a high.” He nodded and said “Fair enough.”

I got back to my room and sat in my bed thinking of the evening. Despite my cock not being fully erect anymore it was acting as if it had a mind of its own. It would harden and soften and I thought screw this, I need to jack off as I was feeling really uncomfortable. I knew I had to cum or else I wouldn’t sleep.

I pulled down my boxers and was fully naked in bed under the covers. I checked to see if I had any Kleenex’s next to my bedside table and then gently squeezing my cock, I closed my eyes and thought about Karen.

I thought about dancing with her, her bare thighs against my leg, thinking of what it would be with bare thigh on bare thigh. Thinking of how I wished I would have put my hands on that perfect ass of hers. My cock started to grow. It certainly felt like one of the biggest hard-ons I had ever had.

I started stroking my penis, all five and half inches, paying attention to the circumcised head that had a slight curvature towards my belly button. Not that I needed to put any special work in, my cock already was so tender and I could feel it pulsating. I quickly threw my duvet off me and was just laid naked on my bed on my back. Although I wanted this wank to last forever, I just couldn’t fight it anymore. I sped up the stroke, and after about four of five of them I just came everywhere.

There was cum that shot up to my face, a load on my chest, on my stomach, all over my hands and pubes. Usually I’m not someone who can shoot out a bucket of sperm like I’ve seen on porno’s but this time it was everywhere. I used all three Kleenex’s on my nightstand to try to mop up and still it wasn’t clean.

I just lay in bed with my juice drying up on my skin for a few minutes thinking of Karen and that wonderful Hispanic body of hers before deciding to get a quick shower to clean myself up and then get ready for bed. I was still a virgin this evening, but I felt that soon that could all change.

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Dildo In My Ass

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I recently got back into the swinging lifestyle when I introduced my wife Colette to it through some friends. But she imposed several restrictions on me so that I wouldn’t go on a sexual binge. She said I could only have extramarital sex in her presence. I had to get permission from her first if I was going to fuck another woman. Of course, she loved having as many as three guys pounding her holes and one or two women eating her or 69’ing her. She also introduced a strap-on dildo into our sex life and used it on my ass frequently.

Her job changed so that she wasn’t getting home from work until 8pm and I had a lot of time on my hands in the early evenings. What to do, what to do? I began surfing online for porn and found several types of porn that turned me on without fail. One type that intrigued me was strap-on porn. Didn’t matter whether it was women doing women or women doing men, it turned me on. My fantasies usually had a gorgeous woman with a really big strap-on plunging her cock into my grasping anus. My latest fantasy was to feel canlı bahis şirketleri my fantasy lady’s cock squirting deep into my bowels.

As I surfed “one-handed” I sometimes wore a condom and would come into the condom and then stuff it up my ass and squeeze my load inside. I would do this several times until I could definitely feel “liquid” back there. Then I would take one of Colette’s sex toys and plunge it into my anus without any further lubrication than the cum already in my asshole. I loved the squishing sounds and feelings as I pushed and pulled the dildos and vibrators in and out of my gaping anus.

Then I got an inspiration. Why not hollow out a couple of our non-functioning vibrators and rig up a tube so I could urinate into my anus? I dug into our toy box and found the two I would start with. One was 8 inches long, 1-1/2″ wide and rather bumpy. The other was called the Emperor and was 9 inches long and a full 2″ thick. Every time I inserted it into my asshole I had to warm up my ass first with a smaller sextoy and canlı kaçak iddaa use a lot of Astroglide to get it inside me. But I loved the feeling of it when I laid on my back with it fully inserted and I could feel the jelly balls squished into my buttcrack. UNH! Just thinking of it made me cum!

I went to the hardware store and got various lengths and types of tubing. After I removed the vibrator eggs from the sextoys I inserted 1/4″ stiff poly tubing thru the whole length of each sextoy. I retracted the tubing just enough so that it wasn’t protruding from the tip. Then I sleeved over the base end of the poly tubing with 3 feet of clear vinyl 3/8″ tubing. I used larger tubing for the flex tube so that there wouldn’t be any back-pressure on my bladder when I urinated. Finally, I sleeved over several more widths of tubing until the business end of the tubing would allow most of the head of my cock to slip inside. I knew I would need to hold my dick with one hand and the tubing with the other hand to keep everything in place.

I canlı kaçak bahis tried the smaller vibrator first. I drank a quart of water and sat down to surf online for more strap-on porn. I had the sextoy squished as far into my ass as it would go. I could feel the tip butting up against my sigmoid colon deep inside my belly. After a while I felt the urge to piss. It took forever for my rock-hard cock to subside enough to let my bladder relax. I watched the golden liquid surge up the tube and immediately felt the warm cascade of juice squirt into my bowels. I squeezed my ass tight around the thick dildo and felt the pleasurable pressure build up in my anus as it filled with piss. As soon as I stopped pissing I whipped the tube off my dick and came after only a few strokes of my cockmeat. UNNH! I came so hard some of the cum hit my chin, spraying everywhere.

Luckily, I had placed a towel on the seat. Despite clamping my ass tight onto the dildo, a lot leaked out of my ass and made a mess. I can’t wait to try out the Emperor. I think that the much thicker dildo will provide a tighter seal and I’ll remember to drink less water too. I’d love to be able to squish the dildo in and out of my clutching anus and feel and listen to the liquid gurgling in my guts while I shoot loads of cum onto my belly.

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