The Submissive Side of Lust – Part 7
The Submissive Side of Lust – Part 7 View Author’s Copyright Information Stop struggling, you can t get away.
It s an understatement.
I weigh less than half of what you weigh.
You re straddling my chest with my arms crossed over my head and my legs are fastened to the bedposts.
For some reason for the first time I feel really exposed.
It isn t the fact I was wearing next to nothing when I started this game or the little show in the kitchen.
It wasn t bending over and shaking my bottom with my womanhood exposed or even having my legs tied to the bed like this and it isn t being thrown over your shoulder when you carried me into the bedroom with your hand on my squeezing bottom.
It s laying here with you straddling my chest.
It s having my arms up like this and how my chest and breasts are pulled taut.
My breasts are small to begin with but being stretched out like this makes me look even smaller.
For the first time I start to agree with my inner schoolgirl.
I have a desire to hide behind her, an overwhelming need to cover up.
My inner schoolgirl quietly wraps a quilt around me and is hugging me tightly.
Are you okay? I make a halfhearted attempt to squirm underneath you but it accomplishes nothing.
What s wrong? you ask as the energy seems to get sucked from the room.
Again, I try to pull my arms down.
It s with a sense of urgency and anger.
I try rolling side to side to throw you off, struggling against your weight and your hands on my wrists, trying to thrash my legs but the shackles don t surrender.
Tears starting to fill in my eyes and overflow onto my cheeks.
Without hesitation you move off my chest and unfasten my legs.
Like a rubber band pulled tight and then release I turn onto my side and coil up pulling the quilt and sheets up in front my breasts.
Lying down in front of me you slide up tight and put your arm under my head and over my side.
Pressing my head against your chest and feeling the tenderness of your hand on my back.
Are you okay, did I hurt you, I m so sorry.
The thoughts in my head are completely irrational.
I know they are.
It s not anything you ve done or said.
There are no marks on me exposing a wound.
There is just emotion.
Please talk to me, what did I do? With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest.
hold me is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks.
Oh, Michelle, I m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what s wrong.
I say nothing; just press myself against you keeping my arms pulled tight up against my chest, almost as if it s a wedge between us.
************* After what seemed like hours of complete silence and no movement I shift and look up into your eyes.
I love you.
I say.
Michelle what happened? Make love to me.
Michelle, what s wrong? You need to talk to me.
you say in a slightly stern voice.
I can t, it doesn t make sense.
I don t know what s wrong.
I lie trying to cover my irrational feelings.
I really don t know why I ve reacted like this.
I don t know if it s about me, about the toys, the spanking or if it s about us.
Why today and why now? Please make love to me.
I need you right now.
No, are you out of your fucking mind.
I m not touching you until I know what s wrong.
You have to talk to me.
The thoughts in my head and the feelings in my heart are colliding.
More sternly and much louder you say Michelle! What s wrong? You ve rolled off the bed and are standing at the edge.
Your hands are out in front of you with your palms up as if to ask a question.
I can t respond.
I m frozen.
It s just pure and raw emotion inside me.
Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I m trying to fight back.
DAMN IT MICHELLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG! The dam bursts.
Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled.
Trails of moisture run down my cheeks.
I need get out, I need to leave.
I jump up from the bed clutching the quilt to my chest.
I scan around the room looking for my clothes.
My inner schoolgirl stands there mocking me with an I told you so look on her face.
With my back to you I quickly pull my camisole top on and reach for my skirt.
Where are my panties? I half yell at no one and everyone at the same time.
I can t see clearly from the tears in my eyes.
I pull my skirt on and hastily zip it up and fasten it in the back.
Slipping into my sandals I turn and head for the bedroom door.
Michelle, where are you going? Don t leave like this? you say in a soft tone.
I move toward the door only to have you stand in front of me and bring your hands up to my arms.
The touch of your fingers is like and explosion.
My tears are falling uncontrolled.
I shake my arms out of your grasp and push my way past you and head for the door, head for freedom.
Grabbing my purse I pull open the front door and turn to look back at you.
I don t know what s wrong; I ve never felt this before.
You haven t hurt me, you haven t done anything.
I m confused.
I need some time.
Oh, why am I doing this.
There is a hurt and confused look on your face, a stark contrast from the playful smile on your face a short while ago.
Then stay here and talk to me.
We can work this out together.
No.
I can t.
I sob.
Stopping and looking at you across the room one last time I harden myself and say I love you.
Time stops.
Only silence fills the room and for the second time today there is no response.
Turning I step out, gently pulling the door behind me and hearing the clicking of the latch as the doors closes.
Mom Gets Her Kink On..
Mom Gets Her Kink On..
There was nothing she wouldn’t do for her son.
The next seven days flew by and mom and I spent most of them together.
Dad flew to India on January 2 nd , so we had five days before I had to return to school at NYU.
The days were spent casually strolling hand in hand around Manhattan and in spite of moms concern; no one paid any particular attention.
Why would they? Manhattan, with its 8,000,000 residents, could care less.
There were younger men with older women everywhere we went.
I can t say with any certainty that they were like us, but all of them appeared very loving.
As a matter of fact, Delilah didn t look much older than I did.
She could easily have passed for mid to late twenties, so after an hour of calming her, she finally released the death grip on my hand and lit a cigarette.
It was a chilly day, so mom had a dark scarf holding her shiny black hair in place, then wrapped it around her neck Jackie Kennedy style.
A big pair of dark sunglasses completed her Camelot look.
These were the days before NY went crazy with their no smoking on earth campaign so mom enjoyed her Marlboro Light without idiots accosting her.
The leaves in Central Park rustled around our feet as we sat quietly making out on one of the park s green benches.
I love you so much, mom.
I said as I pulled from her sticky lips.
I love you more, honey.
This is the happiest I have been in years.
Another warm kiss pressed against my lips as she touched my face with her gloved hand.
My full length London Fog overcoat shielded my erection as her tongue danced in my mouth.
Her moans were soft, but audible as Delilah reached between the buttons and rubbed my swelling groin on the outside of my Nordstrom slacks.
Mmm, baby…does your cock want to come out and play with momma? She asked as she withdrew her hand and bit the tip of her glove as she pulled it off.
Mom, uh this isn t a good idea.
She nibbled on my bottom lip and replied, So, a mom can t show her son some love on this cold wintery day? My heart flipped over in my chest! Mom, of course you can, but well, someone might notice.
As you know, I m not exactly quiet.
Once more, she kissed me passionately as her hand went back inside my overcoat.
My zipper was down in an instant and her hand was wrapped around my cock.
As she pulled from the kiss, she said, You ll be quiet for me, baby.
I want you to look in my eyes when you re ready.
I ll be anxious to see the passion in your eyes as you cum in my hand.
My cock felt huge as she began slowly squeezing it on her up stroke.
I won t see your eyes mom not with those glasses.
I ll take them off when it s time, honey.
I want you to see mine, too.
I need you to see how much I long for you, desire you, and love you, sweetheart.
Now, relax and enjoy your mother s love.
How could I enjoy it? My head was spinning like it did when I came home staggeringly drunk and had to put my foot on the wall by my bed to stop the insanity.
Mom handed me her cigarette with its plum stained filter for me to smoke as she made love to my thick cock.
I did try to look cool and casual, but when you re being jacked off by a bombshell, it s damned hard to pretend nothing s happening.
As the young moms with their baby strollers walked by within a few feet of us, my dick was cocked and ready.
I tossed the cigarette and stiffened my legs.
Delilah whipped off her Jackie shades and stared in my eyes.
My hot, sticky cum flooded my lap, and coated her hand nicely as she whispered over and over, I love you, baby.
I love you, I love you.
Fainting wasn t an option, but under normal circumstances I would have been out like a light.
Her warm hand collected the evidence that had puddled in her hand.
My heart was jumping but manageable until she pulled her cum soaked hand from my overcoat and took it to her lips.
A quick wink and she tilted her hand back like she was pouring from a cup, and slurped down my results.
The sexiest tongue I had ever sucked on ran around her lips searching for more.
Still dizzy with excitement; I blurted out, My place is ten minutes away.
Let s go there, now! I stood quickly dragging her up by her hand into a tight embrace.
Ok, my darling.
But, we do have reservations at Marques at 9:00 pm.
Will we make that? Hmm.
It was only 1:30 pm then, and we had already had a Nathan s hot dog with chili fries, so if I missed dinner so I could be between mom s silky legs? Well, then I miss dinner! A complete no brainer on my part.
Hailing a taxi in New York was never easy, unless you happen to be Delilah Carr.
Just the sight of her stepping from the curb to fix her stockings generally produced results in seconds.
That day was no different.
1254 6 th Ave hurry! I shouted as mom slid in first and tossed a fifty over the driver s seat.
Our passionate kissing had the driver adjusting his rear view mirror quickly.
I glanced at him in the mirror as mom went down on me right then and there.
Her kissing sounds, the long drags of her tongue up and down my shaft, and the ball squeezes had me leaking in seconds.
I was more than ready to toss her on her back and fuck her, despite the frown of the driver.
But, cooler heads prevailed as mom sat back up and wiped her lips with the back of her naked hand.
The foreign driver slid to a stop at my place in Greenwich Village, and we hopped out tossing another fifty to the driver.
This? This is your place? She asked as I dragged her inside the first set of doors.
Yeah, this is it.
I said as I stood with my arms out to my side offering some kind of an apology.
The doorman? Where is he? It suddenly occurred to me that mom lived in a completely different NY than the rest of us.
This was Greenwich Village, former home of Bob Dylan and Andy Warhol, and not a penthouse on Park Avenue.
Mom, we have no doorman here.
Honey, who announces you? Mom looked around the small lobby with used scratch offs, and empty pizza boxes strewn around the floor in dismay.
I quickly replied, Uh, these buttons mom See? Carr? 404? Delilah shook her head, So people come in here and button you? Translating slang to the Greek goddess was always difficult.
Buzz mom.
They buzz me and I unlock that door.
I said proudly as I pointed at door number two.
But, honey anyone can get in the first door? Well, there it was.
A culture clash between a mother and son.
Yes, ma am, but that s as far as they get until someone buzzes them in.
I assured her as I searched my pocket for my keys.
And who buzzes you in honey? Clearly, she had not grasped the concept that the actual tenants had keys.
I quickly unlocked the glass door and held her elbow as I escorted her to the same elevator that Charlie Chaplin used in the 1920 s .
After the doors closed, she said, This place is old, honey.
We need to find you something else.
A fresh cigarette was in her lips as she continued, Your father would die if he saw this place.
The cigarette bounced up and down in time with the movement of her glossy lips.
NYU was just three blocks away, and the rent in this part of town was horrendous, but affordable.
Moving was simply not an option.
After the snail ride to the fourth floor, I held the anxious doors back so they wouldn t slam on her as she stepped out into the barren hall.
Dreary, baby.
My place is real nice though mom you ll see.
My brain went into overdrive as I tried to recall how my studio apartment looked when I left New Year s Eve.
After all, I was a college student, and all that that implies, so God only knows what kind of mess we were about to step into.
I almost backed in to 404 just in case it was as I remembered it.
Surprisingly, it was fresh and smelled reasonably clean.
Oh, this is nice, honey! My eyes scanned the room for beer bottles and Chinese takeout cartons, but none were in sight.
Delilah was undressing as the phone rang.
I knew it had to be Lisa, my best friend with benefits.
Hi? I said with my hand by the mouthpiece.
Hi.
You ok? Lisa had a soft, sexy voice like the blonde, Breathless Mahoney in Dick Tracy .
Yes.
Why? My whisper seemed low even to me.
I came by to get laid and the fucking place didn t look like you d been there in days.
Fucking bugs were all over the kitchen counter, and what the fuck was in those cartons? Mom was now lying on my bed still smoking her Marlboro and tapping her foot on the footboard of my four poster.
Patience was never her strong suit, so I knew I had to get rid of Lisa pronto.
My hand covered the mouthpiece like I was telling secrets to the Russians.
Look, thanks for the cleanup, hon.
But I have to go.
Why? Who s there with you, baby? I heard the hiss of a butane lighter as Lisa puffed on her Newport.
Wait a minute.
Why not tell her the truth? It was common for mothers to visit their sons, so why was in such a panic? I cleared my throat and said in my normal voice, Mom s here.
The response I got stunned me, No shit? You lucky dog.
I d hit that shit myself, baby! My brain slipped back into neutral and simply idled.
Was my almost girlfriend revealing to me that she had some sexual interest in my mom? No, I surely heard her wrong.
My lips quivered as I brilliantly said, Huh? Not too bad for a Junior in one of the toughest colleges on the planet.
Your mom, baby.
I said I d fuck her myself if I got the chance.
She s smoking hot! Ok, I heard her right the first time.
Lisa, you re crazy.
There s nothing going on like that here.
I said as I glanced at mom who was now flat on her back rubbing her anxious pussy with one hand while she pinched her nipples with the other.
Uh huh.
Well, all I can say is you need to go for it, baby.
I ve seen the way you guys look at each other.
Have fun, and I want details later! The phone clicked as I said, Ok, thanks for calling.
Then cradled the phone and stumbled graciously to the bed.
Telemarketers.
I shrugged my shoulders as I lied through my teeth.
Suddenly, my cum stained slacks were on the hardwood floor, along with my Joe Boxers, and my Ralph Lauren dress shirt piled with my London Fog overcoat.
Delilah reached her hand to mine and pulled me to her.
It felt nice to be cuddling with her.
As she kissed my neck, my cock woke up.
It erected faster as she draped one leg over my thigh allowing me to feel the heat from her wet pussy.
My hand traced her spine to the crack of her beautiful ass while she moaned against my neck.
My pre cum was already pooling at the tip as we deep kissed for the longest time.
I love you, baby.
Mom moaned over and over as her tongue cleaned the valley over my balls.
Her fingernails made my nuts convulse when she dragged them across my scrotum.
The slurping sounds as she sucked my dripping cock were driving me crazy.
Before I could mount up, mom straddled me with her feet flat on the bed and slid down on my cock with ease.
Between the two of us, there was plenty of moisture to accommodate my thick dick.
Delilah rode me like she was in her exercise class.
Squatting, dropping, raising, slipping over and over as her tits bounced in front of my eyes.
A quick turn of her head had her long hair slapping my face! It was constant as my hands moved across her tits like a cat pawing at something to eat.
Mom started almost hopping up and down on me as she screamed, Yes, yes Baby, let’s cum together! That was all I needed to arch my back and stick my cock in as deep as I could get it as she gushed all over me.
My release was just as powerful, meeting hers on its way out.
We squished against each other for a few minutes until she fell across my chest, sending her tongue back inside my mouth.
We moaned and groaned as out tongues fought for position.
Mom was an insatiable lover, and it didn t take long to fire her up again.
Naturally, like most twenty year old men, my cock had rebooted in a flash! But, for some reason, the reboot didn t take.
We both glanced down as it napped on my right thigh.
I need a cigarette darling.
Completely embarrassed as my pride and joy snored softly against my leg, I reached for her handbag and pulled out her cigarettes.
Uh, I m sorry mom.
That was about all that I could come up with.
My cock had never failed me before, and there had been plenty of times it should have.
I lit her cigarette and she exhaled over her shoulder.
You re tired of me.
There was the icepick to my heart that I had dreaded.
Oh, no momma.
No, it s not that.
I love you.
I love that we do this.
Maybe, we need to try something new.
The something new was completely off the cuff, so I knew I had to come up with something new quickly.
Like what? I m not very experienced Garrett.
I have only been with daddy and now you.
I have no idea what else we can do.
Was I hearing her right? The sexiest woman I knew had no sexual adventures to pull out of her ass at this most crucial moment in our bizarre relationship? My metal Rolodex of all the porn I had wasted my youth on spun like a Vegas slot machine in my head.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The wheels lined up on candles and ropes.
I d like to light a few candles and give the room some atmosphere.
Delilah dragged on her cigarette and nodded, Ok candles are always sexy.
I grinned, There s more mom! Ok, I will do it.
What is it? How would you feel if I tied you to the bed? You know, soft ropes around your wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts? Mmmm.
That sounds very interesting, honey.
Then we fuck like that? Not exactly.
First, I lay next to you Yes..go on.
Lay next to me and what, baby? Kiss you really hard.
Good.
I love kissing my baby! Then I’ll drip the hot candle wax on your tits! I smiled as she returned the smile.
Mmm.
I have produced a lover! I have seen these things in daddy s magazines.
I think I could do that! Delilah Carr was once again the woman of my dreams.
Might I drip some on your pussy, too? She stubbed out her cigarette and kissed my mouth really hard.
My cock jumped as we lay there making out like young lovers again.
Yes, honey.
We can do all that and more.
Right after I suck your delicious cock.
I bet that hot wax would feel great on your ass, too mom.
She sat and bundled her knees under her chin.
Oh my God baby! You are a little devil today.
So, is that a yes or no mom? Delilah smiled, Oh, it s a definite yes.
I want it all, honey.
You can do anything to me that you want.
This is our life, our time, and what we do with it is up to us.
We never made it to dinner.
Continue reading A Son’s Fantasy…
Those missing 3 1/2 hours
Those missing 3 1/2 hours So what happened in those 3 1/2 hours? You will want to have just read my first ever story, “My Initiation”, before you read the following, my second: I understand the missing 3 hours left some of you wanting .
Sorry, if I left you mid-masturbating with nothing to keep you going or take you over the edge.
Well, let no one say I don t know how to finish.
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Fortunately, my receptivity level for something kinky was as high as it had ever been because what I was about to experience was more than I think most of us could ever imagine.
As I mentioned in “My Initiation”, I was drunk, all oiled up and hot.
It was pretty obvious what was coming, so I grabbed the first of the 15 cocks to reach me and was about to get busy when, to my surprise, he backed away.
In fact, they all kept their distance, standing around the edge of the shallow pool.
My mind cleared enough to think, “What are they doing, these are all guys who are high strung thoroughbreds? They push the envelope every second of every day and it was clear they were focused on me.
So, why weren t they taking me?” Soon, they turned and knelt as into view came the biggest, most hulking creature I d ever seen.
It was human and there was no question it was all male, but it was, did I already say this, HUGE! I m thinking something between Sasquatch and well and Fabio because in addition to being huge, this hulk was beautiful.
Yes, beautiful in a raw, animalistic way, but far from gross.
He was proud, erect and, talk about frenetic, this guy was all over the place.
Constantly moving, pacing, and advancing.
Then, he saw me.
Our eyes locked and neither of us looked away.
As he reached the edge of the pool, he picked up one of the vases of oil and, what took two of us ladies to lift, he palmed like it was a creamer, pouring it over his head, his body as he closed the gap between us.
Next thing I was aware of, he wais pawing my body, his huge hands groping my breasts.
A hand the size of a sofa cushion spread my legs and covered my pussy all in one motion.
Finding me soaked with the juices of my lust, he easily inserted a finger, a single finger that felt like a normal man s penis.
He was now fully supporting my body weight with his hand and the finger deep in my pussy, and he was pumping it in and out in and out.
He then attacked my breasts with his mouth, rough beard softened by the warm oil and teeth roughly attacking my nipples I reached my first orgasm.
Electricity pulsated through my body leaving me heaving.
Have you ever felt pure, raw energy?Have your ever seen or imagined the power of a bull or a giant wolf up close, imagined feeling its musky breath, feeling its coiled muscles that at any second could totally knock, squeeze or stomp the life out of you? Well, I hadn t.
Bestiality was for others, but that was the immense power I felt engulfing me.
It wasn t fear I felt.
It was lust and it was lust that drove us together.
This wasn t rape, it was the most animalistic, hedonistic and unrestrained sex I d never even begun to imagine.
Now I was nipping this gorgeous brute of a man, and he was nipping me, We were animals in heat and it was so beautiful.
I was grasping his cock (do I even need to describe its proportions?), stroking it, and squeezing it.
Taking as much of the head into my mouth as I could as he was double penetrating, ass and cunt, with those huge fingers of one hand, the other hand groping my body, squeezing, scratching, groping.
Then, suddenly, this hulking man turned me onto my back and in the most athletic of moves, lifted my thighs.
In one smooth motion, he plowed his prize bull-sized cock so far into me that it felt like I had finally taken him into my throat but it was coming from the bottom up! I ve never even imagined feeling so full.
Maybe it was the oil, maybe it was my lust but I didn t feel torn, I felt empowered.
He rammed, I met his ram with my own thrusts.
The shallow and oily water splashed out from between our bodies slamming together with the force of a fire hose.
I have no idea what number orgasm I was on but this one just kept going.
How can one orgasm last so long? How could it just keep pulsating and pulsating, sending electrical currents from my toenails all the way to the top of my head? He finally came It was clear it was coming because I could feel his cock pulsating, like a snake swallowing, well, swallowing something large but coming the other direction and then it came, flooding me, filling me and so much it came pouring our my cunt.
I was dizzy, literally, on the edge of consciousness and before I knew it, he was gone.
I was slowly regaining my senses and realized that I was lying back in the warm water alone.
The ladies later told me we were growling, snarling and going at it non-stop for just over an hour, in fact closer to 90 minutes.
After what seemed like an hour but I m sure was just 10 or 15 minutes, I was back to my senses and luxuriating in the memory and feelings of what had just been.
I would have loved to just wallow in this state for hours but it was not to be for now.
T he 15 mini-studs , mere humans, descended upon me.
Gently at first, massaging every inch of my body, inserting one then another of their penises into my mouth, others rubbing theirs all over my body.
Eventually, those penises and the lust behind them took over and I was penetrated from all sides and in every hole.
This continued until all had cum at least once.
I of course was in no position to tell or even care about time.
While I must admit that I much preferred the experience of my bull-stud, I was reliving the animalistic surge as these 15 had their way with me and I, with them.
Then, it was over.
The 15 slowly retreated into the candle s shadows and I was again left, exhausted, bruised and who knows what else in the still warm water of that shallow pool.
Soon, I felt more hands but I was too spent to move or to care.
But these hands were the most gentle possible.
They were the hands of my girlfriends who tended to me, washed me, put fresh oil on the abrasions, and yes, kissed me all over; gentle, reassuring kisses that allowed me to slip in and out of a blissful sleep.
My next memory was waking in a bed veiled with whisping sheers and the most luxuriously soft sheets I d ever felt next to my skin.
Where was I? Why was I so sore? Feeling so totally spent? Then, the memories began to flood back and I pulled the sheets up around me.
What the hell did this mean? Continue reading My Initiation
The Ballet Teacher
The Ballet Teacher My body trembled with excitement as I felt her hands grab my butt.
Hi all, my name is Katherine Jenkins and I’ve just recently turned sixteen.
Until I turned sixteen my life had been pretty boring, unexciting.
Each day rolled on slowly passing through to the next day which was just as boring as the day before.
But when I reached sixteen my life began to change for the better.
For my sixteenth birthday my parents got me professional ballet classes which I was so over the moon about because I’d wanted to take up ballet since I was little.
I remember my first ballet class.
I sat amongst a small group of girls my age on the wooden floor in the ballet room with a wide glass mirror against the wall with the ballet bar against it.
We were waiting patiently for our ballet teacher, Ms Young to arrive.
Apparently, she was the star of the ballet production of Swan Lake at the Royal Albert Hall in London.
The door opened and we all looked up.
I gasped and my eyes widened in awe as a vision of exotic beauty walked in.
She was tall, slender in a black tight fitting leotard and black tights.
Her hair was jet black and scraped back tightly in a bun, her eyes were hazel brown, and she had olive skin.
I watched as she put her bad and coat down on the chair and she came towards us a smile.
“Hello, I’m Ms Young your ballet teacher.
I will teach you the basics of ballet first of all and then as we go further into immediate level I will teach you stuff more complicated.
Now, I would like you all to introduce yourself but we havent got much time as I was a bit late I do apologise,” she said in a Kentish accent.
Her eyes rested on me and I felt my heart start to pound and felt an odd feeling of awakening in my groin area which I didnt know why.
Her red pouty lips spread out into a beautiful smile.
“What’s your name?” “Katherine Jenkins,” I said, nervously.
“Come out to the front, please,” she said firmly.
I stepped out and walked to the front.
I watched as the young and beautiful teacher looked me over.
“Do you know any positions?” “Only plie, Mam.” “Stand by the bar.
Everyone else do the same and let’s start the class.” For the next few weeks Ms Young taught us the basics of ballet.
“That was wonderful class,” she clasped her hands together excitedly.
“Next class we’ll do something a bit more complicated.
There was a few groans as all the girls started to gather up their stuff and leave.
I was about to leave as well when Ms Young called me back.
“Katherine, can I have a quick word?” Once all the girls had left Ms Young leaned against the piano staring at me.
“What is it, Ms Young?” “I’ve been noticing the way you’ve been watching me, Miss Jenkins.
You like me, don’t you?” The very thought of hearing it from her lips terrified me.
I began shaking my head.
“Are you saying I don’t arouse you?” Ms Young asked.
“I have to go!” I said and rushed for the door but she was too quick and pinned me up against the wall.
Her breath was on my face and we stared at each other.
“Let me go!” I tried to resist her seductive gaze but I felt myself giving in.
“What do you want?” “I think you ought to know by now what I want,” she replied.
Her right hand gently touched my cheek and ran down my neck to my heaving chest.
Her eyes glanced down and watched as her hand went down upon my right breast and squeezed it.
I gasped.
“I’m not a lesbian!” I cried out.
“Really? So why are you so hot down there then?” I hadn’t realized I was burning hot with excitement down there until she’d said.
Now I felt that odd feeling again in private area.
Was I getting sexually aroused by my teacher? I gasped again when I felt Ms Young’s left hand go up and underneath my pink ballet dress and rubbed up against my pussy.
Ms Young grinned up at me and kissed me hard on the lips.
I resisted at first but then kissed her back.
“Not a lesbian, hey? For someone who isn’t a lesbian is sure is wet.” Her hand slipped in my panties and a finger went up my cunt making me cry out in pain and pleasure as I was still a virgin.
“Are you a virgin?” I nodded.
She grinned, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll be very gentle,” she said.
She went to her bag and pulled out a red strap-on dildo.
She locked the door and then stripped off her clothes and took off mine.
“Don’t worry,” she assured me.
“It looks scary but it isn’t really.
You want me, don’t you?” I stared in excitement at her gorgeous naked body standing in front of me.
Was this some wonderful dream that I was surely going to wake up from.
My eyes widened and felt myself getting wetter down below as she shook out her hair.
Long tresses of black tumbled over her shoulders.
Ms Young strapped the dildo onto her waist before taking me by the arms and pushed me against the bar so I was leaning over on my front.
She lifted the skirt of my dress up and pulled down my panties and pulled my legs apart so my bare behind was fully exposed in the air.
I felt a bit embarrassed but before I could stop things going any further, she inserted gently her finger to massage my vagina before putting in the dildo.
Was I ready? My body was ready as it dripped onto her hand.
She pulled her finger away and then inserted the dildo making me gasp and I cried out.
Ms Young slowly, as she had promised, moved back and forth slowly for me.
Her hands gripped my waist as she took me from behind.
The pain disappeared and I was now crying out in pleasure as I groaned and moaned until I cried out as I orgasmed.
I watched myself quiver all over in ecstasy in the mirror.
Ms Young came and she collapsed on top of me breathing heavily.
I was no longer a virgin I couldn’t believe it.
I felt so happy.
The Unexpected Client Chapter 3
The Unexpected Client Chapter 3 Serena finally gets exactly what she was promised.
Yes, Serena, it really is very bad indeed.
Very naughty and incredibly sexy to watch you do that.
I just love the way you are licking up the cum you spilled.
Tell me how wet you are .
Serena slid two fingers into her pussy and brought them, glistening, up to her mouth.
She let his cock slip from her lips and started to lick her fingers as though she had found another hard cock to play with.
Phil watched her as she performed the lewd blowjob on her own fingers, licking and nibbling then plunging her mouth over them and sucking her own juices.
Immediately he felt his cock start to twitch.
This girl really was something else.
Does that taste good, Serena? Mmmmmmh.
Yummy she winked.
Let me try he groaned, eager to push her down and devour her, but wanting to savour the moment, and to make her ask him to eat her.
Once again she slid the same two fingers into her pussy and offered them to him.
He sat up and held her wrist then licked first one finger then the other, licking and sucking her slick juices.
She watched him as he tasted her for the first time, and her mouth returned to his cock which was starting to stiffen again.
You taste gorgeous he whispered, his face a study in ecstasy I am looking forward to eating your pussy.
Slowly and deliberately, too.
And, well, I did promise, didn t I? .
You certainly did.
Are you going to show me what a naughty boy you are? Phil sat upright and ran his hands through her hair, pulling her gently down on to his stiffening cock again.
He groaned as she responded by sucking hard, then he reached down to cup her heavy breasts.
As he brushed her bullet-hard nipples he said, I had wanted you on the floor.
On your back, so I could lie between your legs.
But I have changed my mind.
Come and sit on the edge of the bed I want to kneel between your thighs just like you did for me.
And I want you to watch me eating you”.
She stopped sucking him, kissing the head of his cock as it fell from her mouth.
I d like that she breathed, I d like that a lot .
They both stood, swapping places.
Serena perched on the edge of the bed and Phil knelt in front of her and started sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples, making both breasts slick with saliva.
He squeezed and kneaded, licking and sucking the buttons into his mouth in turn.
Serena arched her back and her fingers slid into his thick hair.
I am going to give you your reward for giving me such an amazing orgasm, Serena.
For letting me come in your slutty mouth and for rubbing your clit and making yourself come for me that was some show, by the way.
It was so erotic to watch you playing with your pussy while you sucked me.
And I loved it when you took me all the way into your throat .
His hand dropped to her pussy as his mouth returned to her nipples.
His fingertips caressed her smooth lips, slick with her ample juices, and found their way slowly between them.
He heard her breathing deepen as his index and middle fingers eased inside her and he felt his cock stiffen further as he realised that she was deliciously tight.
Serena s eyes widened at the touch of his fingers.
She could sense your pussy start to quiver as he lightly parted her, gently exploring her.
She felt almost nervous, siliently hoping that he would know what to do; that he would instinctively be able to read her body and give her what she needed to bring her the gift of an earth-shattering orgasm.
Then before she knew it his fingers were buried up to the hilt inside her and she momentarily couldn t find her breath.
Gasping she grasped great handfuls of his hair and pulled his head to her chest.
He wasn t being rough but his fingers were moving urgently, fucking her with long deep strokes that made her pant.
YES! Oh fuck,YES! she managed.
Her tummy was beginning to flutter and she wondered if he might make her cum really quickly with the intensity of his fingers and his mouth suckling on her nipple.
Then as suddenly as the fingers had started to fuck her they stopped.
She sensed his hand turning, the fingers twisting inside her until his palm was facing up and he started to caress the inside front wall of her pussy in a sort of come hither motion.
At the same time his mouth started to work slowly down her stomach, slowly kissing and licking as she guided his head down towards her pussy.
His eyes met hers and he held her gaze.
You are going to have to ask nicely Serena.
Maybe even beg me to eat you .
Serena breathing was becoming more erratic now, but she knew exactly what he wanted.
Her voice once again took on the same submissive tone that it had when she had asked him to cum in her mouth.
Her words became those of a young, innocent woman, her eyes wide and pleading.
I need to feel your mouth on my little wet pussy, Phil.
Please lick me .
Where? Lick you where, Serena? My pussy.
Lick my pussy.
Pleeeease .
Lick what, Serena? Say the words, baby.
Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you .
Oh God She gasped Please don t make me say it .I can t.
You already know what I want.
Please.
He said nothing, his expression impassive.
He waited.
Oh God, Phil; Do I have to beg? Please don t make me beg.
But I do want it.
So badly .
She paused, pretending to not want the crude words pass her innocent lips.
Then she continued, her voice now almost an ashamed whisper.
Lick my little clit.
Please, baby.
Suck on it.
And eat my pussy.
I want to feel your fingers in me and your tongue on my clit.
I want you to make me cum with your tongue and your fingers.
Please make me cum.
Can you feel how wet I am for you baby? .
Phil s mouth was almost down on her and his fingers continued to work away inside her.
She was so wet that her juices were running down his fingers and across his upturned palm to his wrist.
He gently withdrew his fingers and felt her shudder.
Open your legs wider for me.
I want to taste you properly As his mouth fell onto her pussy his hands roughly pushed her thighs apart and she gasped as he started to work his tongue inside her, lapping greedily at the slippery sweet juices oozing from her.
She felt her second orgasm of the night start to rise from deep within her as his tongue moved from inside her to her swollen clit, describing small circles and flicking gently but quickly.
His fingers plunged back into her, fucking her.
Instinctively she reached down and pulled his head firmly to her pussy.
She threw her head back, gasping for breath.
Yes.
Just like that.
Oh God.
Oh Yes, just like that .
He pulled his mouth from her and whispered, You are so bad.
You are practically fucking my mouth.
I hope you are not going to hold my head down and cum on my tongue.
Not all over my face.
Don t force me to eat you while you squirt in my mouth .
Serena simply adored this kind of roleplay game and felt her normal self-control slipping.
Eat me.
Eat me faster.
Lick my tight little pussy and suck on my clit.
Stop teasing me and make me come, you bastard.
I want to come in your mouth .
She gripped his head firmly, her fingers entwined with his hair and ground her pelvis against his face.
Phil pretended to try to pull away, but kept licking her clit and thrusting his fingers into her.
Then he pursed his lips and sucked her clit, tonguing it firmly as he did so and she started to shudder.
Her hands were pulling his face to her pussy hard and she wasn t sure if she wanted to cum or pee, but the feeling of his fingers and his tongue were driving her insane.
He was relentless.
Fingers, tongue, lips, mouth.
The sensations were overwhelming her – he could feel it – and he knew that whispering to her would push her off the ledge for her plummet into orgasm.
Come on my tongue he managed to gasp, Please come in my mouth, Serena, please .
She could feel her hips bucking against him but could not control her movements.
She knew he was finger-fucking her but she simply couldn t tell exactly what he was doing to her clit that felt so incredible; all she knew was that she didn t want him to stop.
She was gasping for breath and could feel the unstoppable surge of orgasm building like a great wave.
Her pussy was throbbing and she knew she had to cum.
He could feel the unmistakable surge of juices flowing from her pussy on his fingers, and then the tell-tale pulsing of her pussy muscles as they gripped his firmly thrusting fingers, so he sucked her clit harder and waited for her explosion.
It had been building for such a long time that she didn t know what she was feeling when it hit her; her eyes were closed tightly and she simultaneously wanted him to stop, but didn t want the glorious torture to end.
Oh God, yes.
FUCK.
I am cumming.
Fuck, I am cumming.
I AM CUMMING.
YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM.
OH GOD!!.
And then she surrendered; like a surfer riding the perfect pipeline wave she sensed the weight of her orgasm closing around her and let go, giving herself to the rolling and tumbling sensation.
Her thighs closed around his head as she flopped back onto the bed, her back arching first one way and then the other and her fingers tangled in his hair.
Somehow his tongue had moved to her opening and was lapping at the juices as they flowed from her.
Her body was wracked by spasm after spasm, then her legs opened and the same hands that had so greedily pulled his head to her pussy with such force just moments ago were now trying to fend his greedy mouth away.
STOP! Please stop.
Jesus, that was .fucking hell I can t stop cumming .Oh my God .
As she opened her eyes she saw him wiping his chin with the back of his hand and then licking the fingers that had been fucking her so effectively.
You were right yummy! he smiled I am ready to do that again just as soon as you are .
She wasn t even ready to speak, so she beckoned him to come up onto the bed beside her.
She shuffled from the edge towards the middle and he joined her, sitting astride her chest with his cock hard again.
He pushed her tits together and held his cock down in her cleavage with his thumbs and started to thrust gently.
Any girl with tits like yours must get offered a nice pearl necklace all the time he said with a smirk.
Mmmmh.
Not as often as you might think.
Nice to see you hard again so soon.
After the orgasm you just gave me I guess I will be staying for a while.
Afterall, I did promise I would do anything for a man who makes me cum with his tongue.
So what will it be? Do you want to come on my tits? .
No, Serena at least not now.
No, I want to slip my cock in your tight little pussy.
I want to fuck you.
Or, to be more precise, I want you to fuck me .
To be continued Continue reading The Unexpected Client Chapter 2
After a long time
After a long time She knocked on his door, her hands already beginning to tremble.
She knew he was home, that was what worried her.
The fact that she’d have to see him again.
Would he hate her the way she had hated him? They hadn’t spoken in over five years and they parted ways on bad terms.
She tried to relax but the door opened and all calm was lost.
Her cheeks flushed at the sight of him.
He stood in his doorway in jeans and an unbuttoned green flannel.
His dark wavy hair had grown out over his thick eyebrows.
She stared into his dark eyes feeling herself want to run away and hide.
Hey, she forced out.
Hi, he answered.
Sorry I didn’t reply to your email, I just got to it this morning.
Oh right.
Yeah, don’t even worry about it, she said with a breathy laugh.
Come in, you look like your gonna faint, he said with a little grin.
She walked into his house and sat on one of the sofas.
Can I get you anything? Arsenic , she thought.
No I’m fine thanks.
He sat down next to her on the couch.
So you wanted to talk.
She suddenly felt like she was in a school office, she shook away the thought.
Oh yes.
I’m not really good at this but I wanted to start off by saying I’m sorry.
At this one of his eyebrows arched.
Oh.
I’m sorry that ever since graduation I’ve done nothing but say bad things about you.
I held on to some childish grudge that you didn’t deserve.
It was a childish and na ve decision and I’m sorry.
He began to speak a long moment later.
I’ve had a lot of girls hate me.
I believe it, she thought.
But, he continued, none of them have ever come to me to apologize.
Why did you come? She swallowed.
Because I couldn’t hold this in anymore.
I’ve felt I should for a long time.
And why didn’t you before? I was afraid.
He grinned biting his lip.
Afraid of what? Punishment? She felt her nipples harden at the idea of him punishing her.
She forced herself to speak and remain with decent thoughts.
I was, but I accept my consequences.
Do you? he challenged.
She nodded.
I do.
Then get up and bend over the arm of the couch.
What?! she asked, shocked at the turn of events.
Bend over the arm of the couch, he repeated.
Facing toward the couch please.
Though she was still unsure, she did as he asked.
He stood up off the couch and walked behind her.
She tried to see what he was doing but didn’t want to move too much.
He finally spoke after a few moments.
Grudges aren’t a good thing to keep, right? Right, they aren’t.
He chuckled, You don’t miss a beat with words do you? It’s kind of in my job description, she said with a smile.
Writers, he let out.
And what are you? she asked.
I’m a teacher, he said with a devilish tone.
She bit her lip as her head dipped.
Oh hell, she breathed out.
He grinned.
As I was saying, grudges shouldn’t be kept.
They are a bad company.
And since you feared punishment before, let’s make it worth it.
With that she felt him slap her ass over her jeans.
She let out a breathy grunt.
Was this sufficient punishment? Yes, she groaned in pain.
Wrong.
With that he slapped her again, harder.
She made another grunting sound.
She felt something press against her ass, even more was a long thick length pressing hard against her.
She felt herself become wet as he reached for the button on her jeans.
Soon he was bent over her, unbuttoning her jeans.
When he started to pull them down, he saw that her panties were already wet.
He chuckled as he ran a finger over the wet spot lightly.
He listened to her exhale loudly as she threw her head back.
He pulled her panties down and rested his hands on her bare ass.
Nice pussy, he noted.
Ooh! she giggled, Mr.
Louaillier I’m telling! He spanked her again.
Oh fuck! she called out.
This is no joke Miss Andrews, he said the way a teacher would.
I’m sorry sir, she muttered, playing along.
Louder, he ordered and spanked her again.
I’m sorry sir! Good, he said.
He examined the girl bent over his couch.
Ever since he met her in elementary school she always tried to prove how tough she was.
She was the tough little tom boy with no tears.
She bottled up her emotions and hated to cry.
But she needed to for so many things.
He wanted to help her with it.
He smacked her ass again.
And again and again.
Hard and fast.
Each time she responded with a high pitched wince.
He ran his fingers over the red skin, feeling it exude heat.
In the silence she couldn’t hide a sniffle.
Don’t hold it in, he whispered to her.
Crying is not a sign of weakness.
He spanked her again, hearing her cracking voice call out.
He smacked her some more, slowly but still hard.
He stopped and knelt down behind her.
He listened to her cry as he kissed her skin.
He soothed the pain.
His fingers ran lightly over her skin.
They lingered on her pussy, running along the blooming petals.
She moaned softly at his touch.
He continued kissing her hot skin while his fingers began to add pressure near her clit.
He rubbed the hood in a circular motion, hearing her short gasps and soft moans.
He inserted a finger into her, grinning at the sound of her loud call.
Like that do you Miss Andrews? he asked.
Oh yes sir, she managed before he added another finger.
He started moving his finger in and out.
She called out short, high pitched vowel sounds.
A good girl enjoys her punishment, understanding why such a thing has occurred, he said.
After some more thrusts of his fingers, he pulled them out.
He needed her, though he had never realized it.
And he knew she needed him.
He stood and pulled her up.
He took her by the hand and lead her deeper into his house.
Where are we going? He brought her to his room and placed her on his bed.
He knelt before her again.
He toughed her cheek gently before whispering, I’m sorry about that night.
I was an ass hole and you didn’t deserve it.
He kissed her trembling lips.
She responded quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His hands moved her shirt.
He fingered the ends before lifting it off of her.
He went back to run his hands over her stomach.
She started gripping at his flannel.
She remembered that it was open and pushed it quickly off his shoulders.
A moment later he made his way to her neck, kissing and sucking on it.
Oh…
she moaned.
He knew he had found her sweet spot.
He kept at her neck, biting and licking occasionally while feeling her hands fumble with the button on his jeans.
After a few seconds she succeeded in loosening his jeans and heard them fall to the ground.
Much to her surprise, she had no new layer to rid him of.
She peeked down.
Where’s your underwear? she asked thoughtlessly.
He chuckled against her skin.
I wasn’t wearing any.
she thought for a while.
Should I be turned on by this? He laughed again before kissing her on the lips.
His hands undid her bra smoothly.
He took it off of her, his lips still dancing with hers.
He started fondling her chest, squeezing her breasts softly and running his fingers around her hard nipples.
Please fuck me, she begged, unable to stand it.
Please fuck me what, young lady? he asked with a smirk.
Please fuck me NOW, she said before grinning, sir.
He grinned at her, pushing her lightly onto his bed.
A good girl deserves a reward.
Are you a good girl Miss Andrews? You tell me sir.
He spread her legs and settled himself between them.
His cocked rubbed lightly over her pussy lips.
You earned this.
He guided himself in and slammed into her all the way.
She let out a pleasureful scream.
He let out a soft moan, staying in her for a while to enjoy the warm sensation that surrounded him tightly.
He slowly began to move in and out of her.
Every time he pulled himself to the tip, she’d let out a long moan.
He watched her as he began to pick up the pace.
Oh Drake! she called out.
Tsk tsk young lady.
You must call me by my last name, he teased with a smirk as he began circling her clit.
She let out a deep moan.
Your last name is too long, she giggled, sir.
He grinned at her and stopped with only the head of his cock in her.
He held her hips down with his hands.
She tried to push them up so he could enter her again but his arms were too strong.
Plaese Drake! she said, frustrated.
Ah ah young lady, what did I say? he asked with a devilish grin.
Fuck me Mr.
Louaillier! I need your cock sir! she practically screamed.
He kissed her neck and started ramming into her again.
She let out quick moans with each thrust.
Faster, sir, faster! she called.
He nodded, grunting at the sensation that surrounded his dick.
He did as she asked.
She moved her hips so that they collided, sending his cock deeper into her.
He felt her walls start to clench around him.
I’m cumming! Oh god! He too felt himself unable to hold it in any longer.
As she came, he let loose inside her.
Each called out the others name as they shook and rode out the blissful climax.
It took a while for their breathing to steady.
He held himself up on his arms which were trembling with fatigue.
She noticed and pulled close so his head rested on her chest.
She ran her fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck.
They stayed that way for a while before he pulled out of her.
He watched as a mixture of their juices flowed out of her.
She scooted onto his bed more and pulled him towards her.
They lied down next to each other on his bed, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and her head on his chest.
She started falling asleep as her eyelids became heavy.
He watched her curl her face into his chest like it was the safest place on earth.
I think I love you Brittany, he whispered.
Her cheeks became red and she smiled.
I think I love you too Drake, she whispered softly.
He watched her fall asleep until he too fell asleep.
Underneath Her Skirts- Lingerie Seduction
Underneath Her Skirts- Lingerie Seduction A part where a girlfriend lusts for the innocent one on a vacation in a beach villa.
View Author’s Copyright Information Rosie opened the door to their villa, fresh out from the communal sauna and warmly wrapped in her fluffy bathrobe.
The sudden contrast of warm steam and cold sea wind made her skin tingle, a very tantalising sensation indeed.
She often wondered how would it be if she undid the belt of her robe and flung it open before the sea, totally nude.
Not that she had ever done that.
Quickly, she shook the thought off.
She had never been totally naked anywhere except the bath.
The beach would be a very alien concept to her.
“Hey Karla…wh…” she spoke, and stopped at midsentence.
Standing in the middle of the room was her friend, wearing only a hiphugging white thong and the tiniest of a bikini top, which barely covered her nipples.
She was doing some form of exercise with a straight backed rattan chair as support.
She did a little handstand and flipped to resume a standing position, then some kind of dance which led her to sway her voluptous hips in a mos terotic manner.
“Oh hey, Rosie.
How was the sauna?” Karla smiled as an ackowledgement, but did not stop her sexy little dance.
Was it Rosie, or was Karla swaying her body even more, like an exotic dancer, when she saw her? As if her presence spiced things up, Karla went even further to dip down low, the bikini string straining and her round butt grazing the chair.
She came up like a bucket from a well with her hands holding her waist, her hips shaking smoothly from side to side and her long brown hair deliciously messed.
“It was awesome.
You should really go try it later.
By the way, what are you doing?” “Dancing.” Karla replied nonchalantly as if it were the most normal thing that ever happened.
It would be normal, Rosie thought, if it were not Karla, but some hired woman doing it.
Karla winked at her cheekily and stopped, putting the chair back in place.
“Tricks you can use to please your man.
Not bad, is it?” “Aren’t we a little too young to do all that? I mean, yeah, we did dated..but..” “Oh shush, one more year and we’d be 18 and we can do whatever we want.
But it’s a little secret between us, parley?” “Dont worry there.
I’m just kinda surprised.
Never saw you do that.” Karla winked again and dissapeared into their bathroom, then re-emerged with a silken bag, the size of a woman’s hobo bag.
She undid the knot and overturned it, making the contents fall to the bed like a shower of sweets.
Rosie’s eyes widened in a taboo moment, timidly delighted.
Lying on the cold white sheets was an assortment of lingerie she would only see in commercials but was forbidden to wear.
A fuchsia satin babydoll, exotic garter belts with frills, desirable red panties trimmed with black lace, a leopard print teddy, a blue slot bra with matching skirt, long black lace gloves meant for play, scanty g-strings in candy colours, and even daring (is it made of latex?? God…) crotchless panties.
“Jesus, Karla! Where did you get all this?” Rosie gasped, holding up a seductive pink and black babydoll and admiring the texture.
God knows her mother would say “no” to her wearing this, even at home.
“Shops.
I personally like La Senza and Victoria’s Secret the best.
The new collection Adrianna Lima wore was so hot.
Online too.
I’ve been collecting these babies for a while.” “You collect lingerie?” “That’s the term I use for not being able to wear them openly in my own home,” Karla pouted.
“You can try that slip on if you want.” Excited by their haul of treasures, Rosie slipped out of her bathrobe and changed into the babydoll, adding the red silk panties with black lace for decency.
No need to walk to the bathroom.
They’re both girls, right? Karla smiled as she took an eyeful of naked Rosie.
She could be a model herself with that bombshell body- ample grapefruit breasts, inwardly curved waist and shapely hips.
She caught a quick peek in time to notice Rosie’s pussy was shaved nice and smooth.
Did she enjoyed the process? Karla felt herself going slightly sexual thinking about it.
It made her want to touch Rosie all over and bang her out of her mind.
Mmmm…
“What do you think?” Rosie smiled, charming, posing like a model in the skimpy outfit.
The silky fabric clung to her body and the red silk panties wrapped deliciously around her bottom, caressing the soft mound underneath.
Karla sucked in her breath in desire, and pulling her to the mirror for Rosie to look at herself.
It gave her the chance to touch her, too, as if it were not intentional.
It was hard not to run her hand down on Rosie’s panties and give ia good rub.
“That is gorgeous, hun.
You look stunning like that.” I look like a cover model, Rosie thought warmly.
If only she had the chance to wear these, for real! Karla slid back to the bed and stripped down her sweaty bikini and thong, replacing them with a set of comfy blue bra and g-string, a matching kimono thrown over it.
Rosie turned in time to see her brunette friend framed in her loungewear, casual yet sensual.
“If any guy steps in here, it will be pretty hard to resist both of us,” Karla joked naughtily.
Rosie giggled.
She always loved the way Karla was able to make such jokes sound quirky and cute, instead of slutty and ugly.
She was just cool and beautiful.
“Tell me a guy we know who can resist girls in lingerie?” she replied in the same naughty way.
“All of them.
But it’s a different story behind closed doors.” She packed up the rest of the innerwear into the silken bag and shoved it into a drawer.
“But if you know foreplay, it will make the lingerie girl even more sensual..” Not just lingerie girls, any woman, I guess.
She had not intended to bring up the topic of sex to her best friend, and even to discuss it in a dirty way.
But, a few moments ago, when they both stared at Rosie in the mirror, she realised that this vacation might be the only chance she would have to express her bodily desire for Rosie.
Even if the risk of having the friendship called off was huge, at the moment she was driven not by her mind but her body.
“Like your dancing just now?” Rosie asked.
Karla wondered if it was disgust or curiousity in her voice.
Karla snapped back into reality.
“No no, it’s okay if you don’t like to talk about this.” Damn you, Karla! Get real! “It’s okay, I’m fine with it.
You have gotten me curious, though.
I thought sex was just…a guy lying on a girl?” she blushed at that.
Karla gestured to Rosie to their bed while taking out Lelo’s Alia massager, coloured in gold and luxurious purple.
It looked innocent enough, like a cute woman’s accessory.
Her private set of toys had been her comfort and tools for self-restraint in her sexuality.
All this time.
“Umm, well…you can take it in your mouth and suck on it,” Karla said innocently, turning the massager on and pressing it against her shoulder.
Mmm, even this never felt so arousing before.
“Take what in my mouth?” “Okay don’t blame me since you wanted to hear it yourself.
You can lie on him and take his cock with your mouth, licking it and later sucking on it like some lollipop.
It gives really great pleasure.” To Karla’s surprise, Rosie did not seem disgusted.
She looked curious and entranced.
“Tell me more.” It was enough to gain her confidence.
“You can wank them, too, you know.
Taking him in your hand and stroking it up and down, and even pausing to lick him sometimes, and have lower your head to suck his balls while you’re doing it.
If you want you can even move your bottom to his face in a 69 position, so he can drink your juices off while you blowjob him.” Karla smiled like a vixen while slowly moving the massager to her breasts, feeling the steady vibration over her mounds on breasts and nipples.
“Before you do the ‘guy lyimg on girl thing’ you can let him watch you playing with yourself and enjoying it, rubbing your pussy until you feel wet, arousing your clit until you get really horny.
Then have him service your breasts and nipples with his tongue.” Karla slowly moved towards Rosie, pausing awhile when she smelled the fresh scent of musk eau de toilette worn by her friend.
Gently, she parted the silk of her babydoll and pulled her panties to the side to reveal her smooth and slightly wet pussy lips.
Wait, wet? Karla smiled, satisfied that her sexual description was arousing Rosie.
God, she wanted to eat it off that angelic pussy right now! “You are going to show me?” Rosie asked, a gleam in her eye as she moved her body to get comfortable.
“Mmm hmm.
If you want to hear it, you should feel it too.” Karla ran her fingers on the soft lips, spreading her wetness all over her pussy.
Her middle finger stroked her clit up and down gently, feeling it go erect under her touch.
It travelled down between the lips in a teasingly light touch, getting Rosie even more wet.
She looked over at Rosie and saw that she was relaxed with her lips parted slightly.
Karla could imagine them moaning in pleasure and, if kinky enough, gagged with a sexy pink ballgag.
Oh god, Karla added another finger to play with her clit, hoping she would cry out in lust.
They gained a little more force until she replaced them with the massager, vibrating her in sexual rythmn.
She gently explored Rosie’s pink pussy lips and slowly slid a finger into her wet vagina tactfully.
Rosie, who was lying down on her bed with her eyes closed, suddenly gave a soft but sweet moan, being played by the naughty Alia on her pink clit, and Karla’s fingers in her virginal sweet pussy.
Karla subtly slid the panties off to gain more access.
It made her even more horny to corrupt a beautiful, sweet girl, making her dirty and wet down there.
To be continued….
I Really Like Your Father
I Really Like Your Father John Discovers How His Daughter’s Friend Regan Has Wanted Him For So Long View Author’s Copyright Information “I really like your father, Alice,” my daughter’s best friend Regan Reese said bluntly as they both sat in class together.
Regan was really a punk rocker chick, as my daughter Alice was a cute little pixie girl who dressed in normal girly clothing while Regan was the one to dress in chains, dark and bright colours, chokes, black studded wrist brands and even skull clothing.
Regan was a very sexual woman, Alice told me, and was known for flirting with men but always pulled herself away.
Here I was now as I overheard my daughter and Regan speaking.
I was hidden behind the room doorframe out of sight.
“Regan, that is so wrong! He’s my dad!” my daughter screeched.
Regan giggled, her dark auburn hair in her face.
Dressed in her punk manner; thigh high black and white skull socks, sneakers, a short denim skirt and an out of place white vest that showed off her massive breasts for her age.
Regan, with her drunk mother, was also brought up streetwise, and had many tattoos on her body even at her young age.
Blue sparrows on both her hips, a woman vampire with blood dripping out of her mouth on her left arm and flowers entwined with octopus tentacles on her right arm.
She was very different and exciting.
“I’m sorry, Alice, but he is such a hottie, I mean I’ve had naughty dreams about him.
Your mom was a lucky woman, I cannot believe she would cheat on him.” Alice made a mock face of shock.
“Regan, he’s my father, I cannot see him in that way and neither can you.
He’s been like a father to you, remember.” It was true, her mother was such a drunk I had taken her in almost like an adoptive daughter and almost like her father, who had run out on her and her mom.
I even got bunk beds for her and Alice at first, so she always had a place to turn to and eventually I just bought two single beds for each side of the room.
They shared a room almost like my daughters.
We lived together.
“Alice, I cannot keep going on like a lie any longer, I love him like a father but I have wanted him in much more ways for too long,” Regan sighed.
Alice, with black raven hair, smiled gently.
“Really, why?” Regan grinned, sipping her Cola.
“You see him just as your father, which is right, but I see him in so many more ways.
Alice, he was the first man I dreamed about sexually, the first man I had a crush on all of it.
I have wanted him for so long.” “Well he’s still my father, he’s seen too much and been through too much.
My mother and the divorce, the army and what he saw over there.
All of it.
You can’t just want him to fuck,” my daughter proclaimed.
Regan sighed hard.
“I don’t want just that Alice! I want to be his, his lover, his future wife if possible…
I want to have his kids.” Alice smiled and laughed.
“Oh god that is crazy, you are only 19 years old and he’s 40.
HE’S ALSO MY FATHER TO ADD TO THE POT!” Regan smiled.
“Age does not mean anything to me, I’ve wanted him for from the moment I could have these kind of feelings for a fella.” Alice laughed out so hard.
“Oh god please stop!” I laughed gently as I hid, my cock hardening in my pants as I listened to the thoughts and dreams my daughter’s best friend had for me.
Regan grinned and leant forward to Alice.
“I’ve dreamed about his fat thick big cock all…” “OK STOP IT!” Alice shouted being serious.
Regan smiled.
“I will not break his heart or treat him like crap like your mom did, I love him.” Alice sighed sitting down.
“Fine, just remember he is my father, and how much he has done for us both.” Regan gently rubbed my daughter’s hand.
“I do understand it, it’s the reason I have wanted him for so long.
I’ve dreamt about us for too long to leave it as a dream.” Regan stood straight, and I saw Alice grin devilishly.
She stood up too and came up behind Regan.
“How badly have you wanted him?” “Don’t tease me Alice.” Regan moaned.
“His hairy muscular chest above you as he rides you, makes you his woman.” “…
stop it Alice.” Regan was flushed as she shook.
“You’ve seen him work out, those strong arms pinning you down as he takes you.
You wouldn’t be able to stop him if you had second thoughts.
Hes really strong.” Regan clenched her eyes shut tight.
“Stop it…
I wouldn’t want him to stop!” Alice grinned, leaning close in to Regan.
“As he takes you making you his woman, giving you a whole litter of kids!” “OH FUCK!” Regan shook hard and orgasmed right there in my front room.
Alice smiled and patted Regan’s arm.
“Good, you got it out of your system.” Regan opened her eyes.
“Damn it, Alice, I’m soaked all over now.” “Go change then.” Alice giggled as she threw herself on the sofa.
I decided to have some of my own fun and walked into the front room acting like I knew nothing.
“Hey girls what’s up?” I asked.
I was wearing jeans and a simple blue top.
Alice was surprised, but not more than Regan who looked like she was caught in the headlights of a car like a deer would.
I stood at the door, my big bulge sticking out of my pants.
“Emmm, hey Mr Anderson,” Regan said.
I grinned.
“Hey remember, you can call me John, you live with us so you can call me normal.” Regan shook her head nervously.
I noticed wetness between her legs as it dripped down and was soaking the tops of her thigh high socks.
“Hey, why are you so wet, Regan honey, what happened?” I asked like a concerned parent.
Regan knew she couldn’t say she orgasmed and was dripping so she looked down at Alice who was unsure of what to do, and turned to me.
“I, emmm, had an accident, John.” I smiled softly.
“Oh sweetie it’s ok, it happens.
Come on, I’ll take you up to the bathroom so you can change,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.
Alice was gleaming.
I came up behind Regan and wrapped my arm around her like protective parent would of a child.
“It’s ok, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, honey.” I grinded my hard-on against her ass through her skirt, and she moaned hard.
“Yeah I’m fine John,” she said quickly.
I took her upstairs to the bathroom, and closed the door behind us.
“OK hun, take them off and we’ll see the problem.” Regan turned to me in shock and fear.
“What?” I smiled.
“Take off your underwear so we can clean it up,” I said.
Even though this was what Regan had dreamt about she was taken too far in surprise to quickly react.
I stepped behind her.
“Let me, hun,” I said.
Without any flinching or shaking, I hiked up her skirt in silence, in a straight to the point way.
In came into view, black frilly panties that held in her buttocks and showed off her ass brilliantly.
“Hmmm, very nice, Regan.” Regan reacted quickly in defence.
“What’s nice John?” I grinned and traced my finger along the waistband of her panties.
“Your choice of lingerie, Regan.” I felt more as she moaned.
“Where did you get them from?” She moaned harder.
“Well, emm, they were on sale at Agent Provocateur.” “Really…” I smiled to myself as I rubbed her right buttock through the frilly material.
In a cute schoolgirl way she answered, “Yes sir.” I grinned wanting to play this out for as long as I could.
“Right well let’s get these wet panties off of you,” I said, pulling down then rolling them down her thighs into a bunch.
“Mr Anderson you can see my…” Regan began before I interrupted.
“Your vagina, honey.” Regan grinned.
“I was going to call it something else really.” I grinned, wanting to hear her say it in my presence.
“What?” She leaned over to me.
“My, emmm, slit and behind.” “Oh no, I think you have another name for those two places on your body.” I laughed gently.
She bit her lip playfully.
“My pussy and ass.” Fuck, it was so sexy to hear her say that to me, rather than around me or to Alice.
I smiled and pulled her underwear down her legs and off, putting them in the hamper, leaving her naked below the waist to me.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Regan,” I said, taking a warm cloth from the sink as I washed between her legs gently.
“Thank you John, I may say the same.
You are a handsome man, I mean to say, very.” I grinned as I washed her.
“Oh now you are just trying to make an old man feel better.” Regan smiled.
“An old man? You are not old, John.
You work out, you keep your body in good shape and you look like you are more than adequate in the other area too.” I grinned hearing her say that.
I moved the wet cloth up further between her thighs touching her mound, she moaned hard like she was touched by ice or a hot saucer.
“I’m sorry, Regan,” I said rubbing softer.
She moaned.
“It’s ok, John, you are just trying to help me.” She quivered.
I rubbed her mound more, pretending to clean her.
“My, you have grown into a woman,” I said, noticing a healthy bush around her mound, obviously a sign she was coming into her own.
“You mean my bush, sir.” I grinned and rubbed her mound, parting her slit a bit.
“Yes, it’s a very good sign of good health for you down here.
A good healthy bush means you have a good sex drive.” “Oh that is a guarantee already.” She giggled.
Fuck, she was a hottie.
“Well, emmm, there are other ways to see that I am healthy down there.” She looked down at me into my eyes as I was kneeled down.
“Hmmm, I am intrigued, what other ways do you mean?” Regan grinned.
“Well, emmm, I read that a woman who has a healthy scent down there, or indeed a healthy…
orgasm are good signs too.” I washed more, touching her wisps of hair.
“Huh, that is true too.” I smiled and finished cleaning her, I stood up and put the cloth in the sink as I grabbed a pair of clean pink flowery briefs from the towel rack, which I knew were Regan’s, that I had just washed recently for her.
“Thank you, John.” She smiled as I pulled the panties up her legs and tight around her mound and butt, which was quite bootylicious, as it had a ghetto look to it.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“No problem angel, you know where I am if you ever need me,” I said as I left the bathroom.
Behind me I heard her say, “I do need you…” but I pretended to not hear her.
A Week Later A week had passed since the bathroom incident, and since then Regan would smile at me as we passed each other around the house.
I knew Alice knew I wanted Regan but she didn’t say anything to either of us.
It was crazy for us both, as every so often Regan would tease me as she would lick her lips at dinner or bend over in her short skirts and let me see her underwear.
One night after dinner we all fell asleep on the couch, Alice was dressed in her normal pink baggy PJ bottoms and shirt but it was Regan’s choice of pyjamas that caught my attention.
She opted for a small pair of tight black shorts and vest with black and white striped thigh high socks, which she said she wears for ‘warmth’ but I knew it was to entice me.
She also was the one laid on my lap, her head between my legs with her own pulled up to her chest on the sofa.
Alice had her head laid on my shoulder, as she was falling asleep.
Alice managed to tell me was tired and was going to bed, as I asked her if she could wake up Regan she told me she wanted to stay up with me until I went to bed.
She winked at me.
Finally out of sight, Alice was upstairs and I was now alone with a sleeping Regan.
“Regan, angel, the movie is over,” I whispered.
Regan gently moved around before her mouth opened over my bulge and she was laid out cold again, only this time her mouth was opened over my bulge and as I tried to move her mouth fell more and more around it, as I was wearing baggy pants.
“Honey, you are in an awkward position…” I said as I tried to move again but this time her mouth dropped all the way over my hard-on and down to the end of my shaft.
My cock, other than the baggy pants, was now in her throat.
I felt her mouth become moist around my shaft and my baggy pants became wet.
She said nothing as she began to move her mouth up and down my clothed hard-on.
She was sucking off my cock through my pants.
She was moaning as she sucked my hard-on in her sleep.
I began to moan also as she took my hand unconsciously and pushed it down her shorts as I was now treated to the lightly bushed pussy.
“Ohhh Regan,” I moaned as I rubbed my finger along her slit.
It was too much for any man so I took her long auburn hair into my hand and started to pull her up and down my hard-on.
My pants around my rod were now drenched.
“Yes, oh yes, suck daddy’s cock,” I moaned as she moaned too in unison, as I felt her hand rub my ball sack through my pants.
“Hmmm, oh John your cock is so good,” she moaned around my cock.
I couldn’t believe this.
If she was still asleep then this was amazing, but if she was awake and pretending to sleep it was still very good.
I pulled out my big hard cock from my pants, as I did not wear underwear.
It stuck out in bare flesh as I felt her mouth back on my rod.
“Your big cock is so yummy, I want your cum,” she moaned as she plopped my cock in her mouth for effect.
She then took my ball sack in her mouth and sucked.
As she spat them back out with a plop she sucked again as I decided to slide my finger inside her slit.
She moaned as I did with my penetration.
I began to moan as she pumped my entire length in and out of her throat.
I moaned harder as I pressed against her clitoris.
“Ahhhh fuck! Yes, John, fuck my pussy!” She moaned harder in ecstasy with my cock in her throat.
“Ohhh fuck!” I moaned hard, cumming in her throat, as I felt her orgasm with her moaning I pumped my cum into her throat.
She gurgled and gagged but that was soon replaced with gulping noises as she swallowed my load.
My hand was soaking wet and her shorts were moist too.
I slid it out of her hand and I saw she had fallen back asleep with my cock in her hand.
I slowly pushed it back in my pants and pulled her shorts back up her.
I slowly waited a few minutes before I wiped her lips clean with the edge of my t-shirt and gently rocked her to wake her.
“Regan, honey, the movie is over.” She moaned gently and woke up in my lap, she licked her lips, I think unconsciously, not knowing what had just happened between us.
“Oh, OK John.” She gently sat up and noticed the wet patch on her shorts as I hid my own with the cushion.
“Oh god I didn’t do it again did I?” she asked ashamed of herself.
“No no, you spilled your cola on yourself as you slept.
It’s ok, you can go and change then to bed.” She nodded and smiled faintly as she kissed me on the cheek.
“Goodnight, Mr Anderson.” She left me and I heard the bathroom door close behind her.
I looked down at my wet patch, a mix of my cum and her spittle.
I moaned hard, I hadn’t had a woman since a woman almost my age called Mary and I dated, but that was a year ago and nothing had happened between us.
I sat happy but wanting more, but I needed to wait.
I had to plan this out.
If she was in a daze, and sucked me off because she was dreaming I couldn’t be sure she would want me in reality as much even with what I had heard ealier that week.
Notes From the Frontline
Notes From the Frontline View Author’s Copyright Information It was a moment of weakness You caught me in; It was nothing but a frenzy of emotion, Taking me down.
Yet you think so much of yourself now, Don t you? You see it as a coup, When it was nothing more Than good timing for you (And the worst of it for me).
Trying to deflect Your acrimonious scoldings; Hoping to escape the Sanctimonious speeches.
What could you do When I just stopped listening to you? They were years I cannot recover Wasted with you, Hoping something would change.
How many times did I beg of you For something to believe in? But, looking back, it s strange, Because you never once Put the effort in.
There was never a time When it mattered to you.
And now that I m gone, You re singing your sorrows In every letter you type, Begging me to return.
This is wasted time, Trying to explain.
But despite all you ve put me through, I feel I must defend Decisions I made, finally.
They were good for me (Someone you couldn t consider Even, in the end).
And though I don t feel guilty, I wonder what it d take For you to finally realize That you really are My biggest mistake.