The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 7
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 7 Janice displays her devious side and makes me her conquest.
Janice was offering me her first collar and I wasn’t sure what that meant.
I had asked, “Will you tell me about your collar?”, and that lead to a long discussion of the symbolism of dominance and submission and ended with Janice holding out this ordinary dog collar and casually asking if I wanted it.
Well, it was ordinary except for the inscription on it, which said, “Ex-Bitch In Training — Spank Me When I Misbehave”.
She said that it was given to her by a dear friend on the first night that she let Charles have sex with another woman.
She also said that she had graduated and earned her current collar from Charles.
“By offering this, does that mean you’re asking me to be your…
sub?” “Well no, I’m just offering this collar to you as a gift, so you can decide what it might mean to you.
I hadn’t thought about being your Domme.
Owning a sub is a lot of responsibility, but I would be honored to command you while you’re here if that’s what you want.
When you go back home, assuming that you keep it, you could choose to wear it for someone or collar someone or just keep it as a souvenir of your visit.
For a sub, the strings come after you choose to accept it or offer to let someone collar you.
You have to obey them until they release you or else accept their punishment.
Taking it off before then is like ending the relationship.
For a Dom, putting a collar on someone is accepting responsibility for using them in ways that fulfill their needs, not giving them a reason to feel improperly used.
That means understanding and fulfilling desires that they may not even realize they have.” I took it from her then, thanked her, and told her that I had much to think about before deciding what to do with it.
I had an inkling of how I could use it to get what I wanted.
We spent the next day sight seeing.
I had to get out and see some of the local sights so that I could tell Mom and Dad about them.
It wouldn’t exactly do to tell them I’d spent the whole week fuckin’ and suckin’ my sister and brother-in-law.
Janice told me that we had to give Charles a couple of days off from sex, because, “the old boy” needed some recharge time.
So we were some distance away from home when she took me into a little gift shop.
At the back end of the store, there was a special section in a small side room.
At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at, but when I figured it out, I must have turned beet red.
It was all sex toys.
Everywhere I looked there were phalluses, dildos, vibrators, buttplugs, anal beads, and even torture devices like ball gags and clamps.
Janice had walked around a display and come up behind me, anticipating that I was going to turn around and walk right out.
She was blocking my way and taking pictures of me with her cell phone camera.
She had talked me into wearing some of my slutwear that day.
I agreed only to wear the least blatant outfit, but here I was dressed like a little schoolgirl and surrounded by sex toys.
Clearly, she still had some bitch in her.
“Um, what are we doing here?” She smiled and said, “I blushed too, when I first wandered into here.
Isn’t this place great?” I looked around and noticed that there were only the two of us in there, so I didn’t immediately have to charge through her to get out, but I repeated my question.
“Why are we in here?” “I just thought you might want to buy some new toys.
I know that you must have at least one, but now that you have someplace to put it, I thought maybe a dildo might be in order.
You do have a toy, don’t you? Aha! I can tell by your hesitation that you do.
What is it? A vibrator?” I couldn’t believe she was talking so casually about such things in public.
She had clearly come a long way from our straight-laced New England upbringing.
I opened my purse and showed her my black bishop.
“Oh, that’s funny.
I remember that chess set.
I have the white bishop in my stuff somewhere at home.
I used to stuff him up my butt when I went to my most boring classes in college.
I wondered where the black bishop went.
So you’ve had that for what, about 25 years?” “Yes, Janice, now can we get out of here?” “Not yet.
I think you need to do this as a rite of passage.
You’re a complete woman now.
So you need to give yourself a graduation present.
Since you’ve had a little butt plug for so many years, I suggest a bigger one.
How about this?” She handed me a package that contained a butt plug.
I would call it small sized.
It was barely bigger than the bishop.
I wasn’t going to explain that I had stuffed larger things than the bishop in my ass.
One of the advantages of gardening was the abundance of perishables that were shaped like cocks.
My ass was no stranger to the occasional carrot, cucumber or zucchini.
I looked up in time to see that she was taking another photo of me holding the package.
I think maybe I shocked her when I put that package back and said, “too small”.
I picked the next larger size and said, “Can we get out of here now? I know enough that I can buy anything else I need from the Internet.” “Not quite yet,” she said.
She picked a tube of something off a rack and we made our way to the front of the store.
There was a little old lady at the cash register and I thought I would die of embarrassment when I slid the package across the counter to her.
She held it up to read the price and I was so glad the store was otherwise empty.
“A good choice,” she said, “very comfortable.” I thanked her and she asked it I wanted a bag for it, but I said that I would prefer to just put it in my purse.
Janice bought her item and we left the store.
“Whew,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“I can’t believe you did that to me.
That ‘Ex-Bitch’ on your collar is not quite accurate.” I said it with a smile but she chuckled and said, “I do have my moments still.
You could tell Charles and he might spank me, but more likely he would want to see you model it for him.” We went into a restaurant to have some lunch and, after we ordered, she gave me the package she had bought.
“Take this and your purse into the restroom.
You know what to do.” I didn’t hesitate.
In a stall in the restroom, I opened both packages.
Hers was a tube of cool mint lubricant.
I applied some to my new friend and inserted it in my ass, so glad that I had worn the pink and white striped bikini panties instead of the thongs she had talked me into buying.
When I returned to the table, I gave her back the tube of gel.
We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around and I think I had two very mild orgasms accompanied by slight whimpers.
Janice spent some of the time walking behind me and taking pictures of guys as they checked out my ass after passing me on the trails and sidewalks.
I couldn’t believe that a six inches above the knee skirt and knee sox was all it took to get guys to look at me, but I couldn’t deny the evidence of the photos.
Maybe the way I walked with a plastic lover in my ass helped.
When we got back to the house, it was still more than an hour before we expected Charles to get home with Italian takeout.
I walked in ahead of Janice and put my purse on the table and said, “What do we do now?” I suddenly felt her close behind me.
Her hands slipped under my shirt and began to caress my breasts.
She crossed her hands over to opposite breasts and pulled me against her.
It felt so wonderful to be…
I guess there’s no other word for it, manhandled by her.
I sighed and let her rub against me.
One hand slid down and went under her skirt and into my panties.
It found my clit and began to gently stroke it.
Janice leaned in close and nibbled my ear and then said, “I have a request but you can think of it as a demand if that will help.
I’ve been watching you in this sexy outfit all day, knowing that you have that little cock in your ass and that you’ve been enjoying it.
You just look so fuckable and I so want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.” Each time she said “fuck”, I felt her hips thrust against my ass.
I felt my pussy catch fire.
I could barely speak when I said, “That sounds so good, but don’t you need a cock for that?” “Good girl,” she said.
“No hesitation over the word that time.
I have a cock.
It’s in a drawer in my room and I want you to put it on me and then take it up your cunt doggy style.” I’d been learning the names for some of the positions and doggy seemed the most depraved, so of course I wanted to try that.
I also thought the word “cunt” sounded appropriate under the circumstances.
She wanted me to be nothing more than a hole to fuck and that seemed like a very good plan.
“Lead the way,” I said.
When I saw her strapon, I could barely wait to have it stuffed inside me.
We had been stripping our clothes off as we went through the house and I quickly pulled her damp panties off as I knelt on the floor while she stripped out of her shirt and bra.
She stepped into the harness and I raised it up her legs.
There was a small dildo on the inside of it which I determined must go inside her pussy, giving her some internal stimulation.
She squatted a little bit as I pushed it into her wet pussy.
She moaned and trembled so I quickly tightened the straps.
The dong was right in front of me so it seemed only natural for me to just suck it.
She took the camera from her dresser and snapped a few shots.
Then she pulled me up and finished undressing me.
I climbed onto the bed wearing only my knee sox and butt plug.
She snapped two pictures of me on my elbows and knees and then set the camera down, saying, “Fuck it.
No more pictures.
I’ve got to have that cunt now.” She grabbed her rubber cock and slipped the head into me.
It was a little smaller than Charles cock and it went in easily.
As she stroked in and out of me, she also pulled the butt plug in and out.
She was soon thrusting full length and it felt fantastic.
I wasn’t getting quite enough stimulation on my clit, so I reached for it with one hand and pinched and tugged one of my nipples with the other.
We both started moaning and her hips started making loud smacking sounds against my thighs.
“Ohhh, I’m cumming, Geri.
Ahhhhh!” “Me toooooo, Sis.
Ahhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck meeeee!” As her thrusts became erratic it felt as if I lost control of every muscle within two feet of my pussy.
Suddenly there was warm wet liquid running down all four legs.
One of us gushed and I don’t think either of us knew for sure who.
It might have been both.
This orgasm was different.
Deeper and more convulsive.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked.
“I got your G-spot,” Janice gasped as she collapsed on the bed next to me, her hard cock waving obscenely in the air.
We kissed passionately then and soon we were fondling each other’s nipples and then she suggested that I take her strapon for a ride.
She slipped out of it and strapped me into it and then got in the doggy position for me.
She recommended a long slow languid fuck and I was soon rolling and grinding my hips into her slowly as she rubbed her clit.
When she came, I started shuddering and had a series of deliciously pleasant tremors that left me feeling exhausted and oh so satisfied.
We barely got cleaned up and dressed in time before Charles arrived.
We didn’t want to rub in the fact that we didn’t need any days off to recharge, but I suspect he could detect the lust that was in air and I’m sure he wondered why there was no sheet on the bed.
My time with them was running out and the events of the day convinced me to add a few items to my bucket list.
We spent the evening relaxing and watching a movie, but I wasn’t really paying attention because I was on the Internet chatting with my new friends and reading stories about D/s relationships.
Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 6
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 4
The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 4 After my sister becomes my mentor, I watch her get what she deserves.
I woke up knowing that my life would be different now.
I was different now.
I was no longer a virgin.
It wasn’t a very romantic way to get rid of my cherry, but it was gone.
Getting fucked was checked off my bucket list.
I was no longer eligible for all those satanic rituals that previously would have required my blood.
I no longer had to fear that “Returned Unopened” would be my epitaph.
I got up early despite being so keyed up that I didn’t sleep much.
I felt as if I had tons of energy.
Charles had to go into work, but it was only for a few hours and he slept late before leaving.
Meanwhile, I showered and made breakfast for Janice and me.
It felt good to walk around the house because the occasional minor pangs of overuse in my groin reminded me that I was different now.
Sis and I had planned to do some sightseeing and shopping, but I told Sis that I really wasn’t sure I could do much walking because I was kind of sore.
Losing your virginity is apparently something younger women recover more quickly from.
So she said that we could do our sight-seeing and maybe even some of our shopping on the Internet.
Then she told me that she wanted to talk about something very serious.
She told me that she knew I was unhappy with my appearance and she wanted to know specifically why.
“Well isn’t it obvious?” “No, you have to be specific.
I can help you gain some perspective if I know what you don’t like about yourself.” So I started with my small tits.
She responded by typing on her keyboard and soon she was showing me websites with photos of women with small tits.
Some were even as small as mine.
Some of these sites had comments under the photos and many men and women were complimentary about the lack of big mounds of breast flesh.
The photos with the smallest tits got the most compliments.
So next I tried body hair.
She was soon showing me photos of women who had more nipple hair, pubic hair, leg hair and armpit hair than I ever had.
I do shave my legs and armpits if they’re going to be seen in public.
So I told her that I thought I had a fat butt and she showed me sites dedicated to BBWs.
Next came my thick eyeglasses.
“Well, you could just get contacts,” she said.
“But here’s a site where every girl wears eyeglasses.” “I think I get your point, Janice.” “Geri, I don’t think you do.
My point is that men can’t control their turn-ons and turn-offs.
Many men are turned on by the features you thought were negatives.
Those are only negatives for some men.
The others would be at your mercy, if only they saw you flaunting those assets that you undervalue.
The right positives for a particular guy can make negatives insignificant.
So maybe we can find ways to attract the men who are attracted to the less mundane women.
You’re certainly not mundane, but as they say, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”.
I can help you find the right beholders.
All you have to do is help me to bring out what they like to behold.
We can start with your legs, since Charles is a leg man.” So she got out some of her old clothes that either never fit her or no longer fit her.
One was a short black skirt.
I’m not sure what it’s called but it had big pleats like a fifties skirt.
I think it was from her party days in the eighties.
I could never picture myself wearing it, but she encouraged me to try it on.
I turned to change in another room, but she said that was silly and I would relax faster if I just change in the room with her.
I realized that she was probably right.
So I dropped my shorts and put the skirt on.
“I see you’ve got the same hairy bush that I inherited from mom.” I was kind of embarrassed, so she dropped her shorts and showed me hers.
She was wearing skimpy thong panties and I was wearing granny panties, so that made her seem even hairier.
“The hair goes all the way back in my ass-crack,” she said.
“But I think I’ll be shaving it all off soon.
Maybe tonight”.
So I put on the skirt and it was clear that the waist was too small for her, but my waist is thinner.
It’s just my hips and ass that are big.
I looked in the full length mirror and I had to admit that it showed off my legs better than my shorts did.
Next, she gave me some black sheer thigh hugging stockings with little designs in them.
She’d bought two pairs the same size and stretched one out before realizing they were too small for her.
I tried the other pair on and they were barely long enough so the tops were hidden by the skirt.
“That’s what you want,” she said.
“If they see that you’re wearing stockings instead of pantyhose, their eyes will follow you looking for a glimpse of bare flesh.
Even though it’s the same flesh they would see if you were wearing short shorts or a swimsuit, it becomes sexier when you’re wearing a skirt and stockings.” Next came a pink sleeveless T-shirt, size small with the tag still on it.
A wifebeater shirt she called it.
It’s a stretchy knit and it’s supposed to be tight and shape-revealing.
“Gift, from someone who thought I was still a teeny-popper,” was all she said.
I started unbuttoning my shirt and turned away from her.
Of course, she could see my micro-boobs in the mirror and she said, “I’ve got thicker nipple hair.
Charles says he likes it.” Again I was embarrassed, but I pulled the shirt on.
My hard nipples clearly showed as bumps in the fabric.
It was like a second skin.
Soon she had my hair split into two loose pigtails, like a schoolgirl, and suddenly I saw where she was going with this look.
Finally, she gave me a pair of tiny bikini panties that had pink and white horizontal stripes.
“I bought these for you,” she said.
“I hope they fit.
I took the tag off and put the panties on.
They fit very well, but I was sure not used to having small panties.
I felt naked under my skirt.
“I could never wear this outfit in public,” I said.
“That’s not the point of sexy clothing.
As I said, people can’t control what turns them on.
If you wear this in private with the right person, you’ll be irresistable.
Let me take some pictures.” “No pictures.
I don’t want to be seen like this.” “Seen by who? Think about it, Geri.
Who would see you like this that you would care about? Mom and Dad? That’s not gonna happen.
You’ve isolated yourself so much that almost nobody else matters to you.
But this is just to help me show you how you can look as a flower.
Flowers are showy to attract pollinators.
You don’t have to be showy all the time, but it helps to know how to be showy when you want to.
Don’t worry.
I will give you complete control of the photos and any copies when we’re done.
Here, hold this notebook on your hip like you did in high school.
No, don’t cover your chest with it, hold it off to the side.” Soon she was snapping photos of me sitting and standing.
She knew something about posing, because all of the photos looked natural, not stiff and awkward.
She had me put on my highest shoes and we took more photos out in their very private backyard.
Those were the best.
I even let her take some upskirts after making her promise that she would delete them later.
I sensed my panties getting wet, but I was so enjoying all the attention that I just kept posing.
Finally we got back inside and she told me what she wanted to do.
It took some convincing, but it sounded exciting.
We edited the photos so that my face was obscured.
She fought to minimize the blurring and I fought to maximize it and we compromised.
Finally, I had a portfolio of about 15 photos, all of them outdoor shots, with my odd body flaunted but my identity hidden.
Several photos clearly showed how small my tits are and she said one in particular would make a great avatar.
I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but I was soaking up all of this online culture.
Even the most daring upskirt was included.
It was a behind and below shot with me standing on a bench looking up into a tree and crouching slightly to give a view of my damp crotch.
She even used the flash.
She set me at her computer and coached me on how to make a secret email address and how to build a profile on an erotic stories website where members could chat and send private messages and post photos.
My user name was MicroBoobs69.
Yes, I knew what 69 meant, but since it was also the year I was born, Janice thought it was a nice touch.
This site opened a whole new world for me.
I said in my bio that I was shy and inexperienced and interested in making friends.
I told the truth about my age and that I just recently got rid of my virginity.
I uploaded my photos and made them public.
I showed my flat chest in my tight pink T as my avatar.
I sent friend requests to some women and some men that Janice suggested to me as friends.
I couldn’t believe that I did all of this.
There were photos of my hairy crotch in tiny panties on the Internet! I was really nervous about it, but I felt the security of anonymity and the pleasure of exhibitionism.
She told me that if it ever got too scary, I could just delete my profile and reinvent myself with a new persona.
Janice left me on her computer to tour around the site and read stories and look at pictures.
Some of them were incredibly graphic.
There were small videos of lesbians and anal sex and BDSM and peeing and cocks cumming on beautiful faces and other things I had heard about, but never seen.
Just watching cocks go into pussies and pull back out of them was fascinating.
My panties were getting drenched while Janice was showering and getting dressed for when Charles returned with dinner.
I wanted to change out of this outfit before he got home and Janice told me that it would probably be best, because it might be better to be a witness and not a participant tonight.
I didn’t know what she meant, but even though I was extremely horny, I was concerned that more sex one day after losing my virginity might be too soon for me.
I was still sore and raw feeling.
Nothing prepared me for what happened after dinner and I think Janice wanted it to be that way.
We were having sweet after-dinner drinks while sitting in the living room.
I never drank alcohol because the only drinks I had ever tasted were beer and Whiskey with coke.
Janice talked me into trying Kahlua and Cream and I fell in love with it.
She was dressed kinda sexy and I was dressed kinda normal and Charles was still dressed in business casual.
She excused herself for a minute and then came back and knelt in front of Charles’ chair.
She presented a pretty collar in both of her open palms and said, “It would be my pleasure to serve you tonight, Sir.” WTF! She was really making their private business public as far as I was concerned, but I guess she knew she could trust me after I trusted her all afternoon.
Charles took the collar from her and said, “I love you, Janice.” Then he kissed her passionately and fastened it around her neck.
It seemed right then that his persona changed.
“Show it to Geri.
Let her read the inscription.” Usually when he gave a commanding statement, his delivery made it seem more like a suggestion.
Those two commands were not suggestions.
They were orders.
I read the inscription when she came over and knelt before me.
“Ex-Bitch, Property of Charles – Spank Me If I Backslide” I felt my pussy getting wet as soon as I read it.
“Wow, Sis.
This is kind of freaky.” “Don’t worry, hon.
Remember what I told you about getting my way.” “Stand and strip,” Charles said.
“Slaves have no need of modesty.” I heard Janice gasp slightly, but she rose to comply.
She kept the stockings and the collar and some other jewelry on, but in very little time, I was looking at my otherwise naked sister with her perky B-cup tits and her 46 year old body.
She stripped as if her clothes belonged to the ground, letting them slide off her like they just didn’t matter.
I was envious of her beauty, but not of the position she was in at the moment.
Or maybe I was beginning to be.
This was all shockingly intense, but I could see from her hard nipples how aroused she was.
“I ordered you to shave your pussy before wearing your collar again.
Get the chair.” Janice brought in a sturdy wooden chair from my room and placed it in the center of the room.
Charles sat in it and she laid over his knees with her ass in the air.
SMACK! He hit her on one ass cheek very hard.
“Ow! One.
Thank you Sir.” “Hey!” I said.
I only half wanted to stop this scene.
It was turning me on, but it bothered me to see a man hitting a woman.
I grew up to believe that was simply unacceptable under any circumstances.
Charles looked over at me like he would have stopped, but Janice said, “Please just watch and learn, Geri.
I deserve this and if we don’t get what we deserve, we won’t be happy with each other.” I stayed silent as he laid nine more hard smacks on her and then paused to rub her ass cheeks.
He started again and she resumed counting and thanking him.
After twenty he stopped and told her he was finished, He kept rubbing her ass soothingly for a minute and then let her up.
“Thank you sir.” When she got up, the bulge in his pants was quite obvious.
“May I suck your cock, Sir?” Her question seemed to surprise him, but he quickly said yes.
She knelt on the floor and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock so she could take most of it quickly into her mouth.
She stroked the shaft with one hand and bobbed her head around on the tip until he said, “Let me up and bend over the chair.” He dropped his pants and shorts and stepped out of them.
He knelt behind her and thrust his cock into her and it was clear that she must have been quite wet, because there was no hesitation as he slammed against her reddened asscheeks.
She started to moan and I wanted so badly to rub my pussy, but I just watched as he pounded into her while she rubbed her clit.
When she came, it was as if she forgot anyone else was in the room.
Her lusty writhing as she met his thrusts was so hot I didn’t notice how my hand had just sneaked between my legs and caressed my pussy through my clothing.
Wave after wave seemed to crash into her until Charles started making the soul-stirring sound that I heard the night before as he pumped his passion into her.
When they broke apart, she turned and he stood.
Without saying a word, she began to lick his cock clean.
He told her to remain naked until her pussy was “up to spec” and then went into their home office.
Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 3
A Session on How to Dominate Your Slave
A Session on How to Dominate Your Slave This is a guide for you women on how to dominate, abuse and torture your slaves A Session on How to Dominate Your Slave by Sam Nash This is a guide for you women on how to dominate, abuse and torture your slaves.
Make sure that you are ready and well prepared.
Domination is a sex art therefore you are free to explore and do what ever you want.
This is only a guide for one nightly session to get you started.
You are the boss so don’t hesitate to experiment.
You can also explore the internet to see what you fancy and your slave will obey.
Don’t worry about him, you are the master he will take it as a slave should and thank you for it.
(You can make pictures so you can later show your slave who was the boss.
I have included the word (picture) to remind you when is the best time to take a picture of your slave.) How should you start the Session: First you tell him to follow you to the bedroom where you will be waiting for him.
You will be wearing a sexy leather or dominant outfit that makes you look lavishing.
A high heels shoes or boots might also increase the effect.
But he is not allowed to touch you, not yet.
You order him to strip his clothes off and fall on his hands and knees on the ground.
You put a mask on his eyes.
It would be preferable if you cover his entire face with a scarf or a ski mask to completely block his vision leaving only his mouth because he will be using it to pleasure you later (picture).
You tie a leash or rope around his neck (or you can use one of his ties).
You pull him and make him crawl on his hands and knees around the room (picture).
You can use your whip or cane to show him who is the boss.
Ride him.
Just get on his back and ride him around the room while striking him with the whip.
Don’t worry you will not be braking anything.
You will only be braking him (picture).
Now the fun part begins.
While he is still on his knees you grab his head by his hair and you pull strongly.
His eyes should still be covered and they will be for the whole night.
He will not be able to see you.
You guide him where you want him to kiss and lick you starting all the way down (picture).
Tell him to kiss and lick your boots until they shine.
After he is finished you take them off.
You guide him again to kiss and lick your feet, legs, ass until he reaches your clit (picture).
You can let him kiss, lick or suck your spot or just let him smell it without touching it.
If you want you can let him have a feast until you come in his face, or perhaps you want to save your energy for later.
You then order him to stand up.
You tie his hands behind his back and leave him for a few minutes just standing there.
The wait is killing him.
He doesn’t know where you are and what will you do next (picture).
This time you go down on him and start playing with his dick and balls.
Lick it, suck it, bite it, torture it.
Use you tongue, your lips, your teeth, It is your toy.
Make it dance in your mouth.
Make him come if you want, however and where ever you want (picture).
Don’t worry this is not over.
He will be coming again tonight and so will you.
Just let him rest or lie on the bed and leave him for a few minutes (maybe 15-20 minutes) until he regain his strength (picture).
Don’t forget never take his mask or head cover off.
You can also take a rest yourself while he is powering up for you.
Now the fun part continues.
Next you have to deprive him of his other senses, his hearing.
Put headphones with loud music on his ears while his eyes are still covered.
Take off your panties and stuff it in his mouth.
Make him lie on his back and you can restart your torturing once again.
Use the whip again.
Torture his dick and balls but only for a few seconds.
Torture his nipples.
Pull them.
Suck them.
Bite them until they become red.
Scratch his chest, his dick, his balls with your fingernails.
Put your toes in his mouth and let him suck them one by one.
Use your feet to play and torture his cock.
Don’t be afraid to press hard.
If you want you can sit on his face and let him see and smell your juices for a little while (picture).
Turn him on his back.
Walk on him.
Put your feet in his ass.
Caress his asshole with your toes and try to insert your large toe in the entrance to his hole.
Now bring a vibrating cock ring and put it around his balls and cock.
Don’t switch it on yet.
Use a lot of those yummy lubricants while doing this (picture).
Take your panties from his mouth and sit on his face and make him eat you.
Now switch the vibrating ring on and you start eating his cock.
He will explode in your face and you will come on his face once again (picture).
Take another rest.
Just leave him tied on the bed again for a few minutes, (again 15-20 minutes) to regain his strength) Now the fun part can start again.
You both need a bath and it is his job to clean you up.
Don’t forget his eyes should still be covered and his hands still tied behind his back.
You take him to the bathroom.
You guide him to the toilet and let him pee.
His balls must be full by now.
You should guide his penis to pee in the toilet otherwise he will make a mess (picture).
Then take him inside the shower or tub and let him kneel on his knees (picture).
Put a sponge in his mouth and use it as well as his hair to give you a sponge bath.
Let him clean every inch of your body; your legs, back, tits, and ass.
Then you can clean him up.
You can make him dry you up with his tongue specially those difficult places such as your clit all the way up to your asshole (picture).
Take him back to the bed and stuff your panties in his mouth once again and leave him for a few minutes (picture).
Now the torture starts once again.
Use the whip again.
Torture his dick and balls only for a few seconds again.
Torture his nipples; pull them, suck them, bite them until they become red again.
Scratch his chest, his dick, his balls with your fingernails…
Now bring the vibrating cock ring once again and put it around his cock and balls.
Don’t switch it on yet.
Then bring vibrating anal beads and put them in his asshole.
Don’t switch it on yet again.
Use a lot of lubricant while doing this.
Then bring a large cock vibrator and put it in his mouth (picture).
Now switch them all together, the vibrating ring, the vibrating anal beads and the cock vibrator.
Now you can jump on his cock and ride him and listen to him scream until he comes.
He will explode in you and you will come maybe with a multiple orgasm.
Again as I said this is only a guide so don’t forget to experiment.
You are the master so your commands are to be obeyed.
The End
Mario and the Casserole Pan
Mario and the Casserole Pan Mario visits his aunt Dominique to pick up a casserole pan she borrowed from his mom.
View Author’s Copyright Information Mario sat on his aunt s massive sofa in her equally massive living room, legs crossed, and hands clasped in his lap.
He kept his eyes focused on the hardwood floor, noticing the fresh coat of wax that shone dully beneath beams of sunlight filtering through the living room windows.
His aunt sat primly on a loveseat across from him, and when he dared to look up he caught her smiling at him.
He nervously smiled back, then quickly averted his eyes.
The way his aunt tended to look at him made him feel like prey.
He felt as though she d pounce and eviscerate him any second now, and feast on his entrails.
He d let her, too.
Aunt Dominique was the shining example of beauty.
Years of strict organic dieting and exercise kept her looking impossibly young.
Her skin was chocolate and perfect, face heart-shaped and gorgeous, and her shoulder-length hair was thick and curly and untouched by chemicals.
Also, she was terribly voluptuous, and abysmally difficult not to ogle.
“Tell me something, Mario,” Dominique said, words passing through a predatory smile, “do I make you nervous?” Mario looked up, using every ounce of discipline he had to keep his eyes on hers, and not on the immense cleavage flaunted by her low-cut top.
“I, uh…” he began, “I m not sure what you mean, Domi.” “Come on, now,” she said.
“I ve been on this earth fifty-four years.
I think I know a nervous teenager when I see one.” “Oh, I almost forgot! Mario said, clumsily attempting to change the subject.
Mom sent me over to pick up her casserole pan.
Aunt Dominique s brow rose, her delectably juicy mouth twisting some.
His transparency was all too obvious.
“It s in the dish washer.
Should be ready in a bit,” she said.
“Great…” “You know, hon, it s perfectly natural to want to fuck me.” Mario started, eyes becoming dinner plates.
He struggled to wrap his head around the statement.
Who just says something like that? he thought, anxiously bouncing his knee.
“Where did that come from?” “You re pretty conspicuous, you know,” Aunt Dominique said.
“The crossing of the legs, the hands resting in your crotch for insurance it s cute.” She was giving him that look again.
He imagined he looked like easy prey; a limping zebra spotted by a lioness prowling in tall grass.
Mario shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.
“I couldn t,” he said with newfound resolve.
Aunt Dominique tipped her head to the side like a curious wolf.
“Oh? And why is that?” “Because it s wrong, that s why!” Mario said.
“Says who?” Aunt Dominique asked, leaning forward so that her ample cleavage was in plain sight.
If she was trying to distract him from forming a cogent argument it was definitely working.
Says…like, he struggled, says everyone! It was all he could muster.
He cursed his eighteen-year-old hormones and wisdom.
“Aw, that s cute,” she said, laughter in her tone.
Aunt Dominique slid off the loveseat and onto ground upon all fours.
She crawled stalked toward him, her large, pendulous breasts jouncing.
He froze, watching her ass, large and magnificently round, shift behind black yoga pants that seemed painted on.
Her smile was wolfish, sinister, sensual.
For a moment he thought he was dreaming, but the pain of his erection straining against his boxers let him know he was very awake.
Reaching him, she sat on her haunches and uncrossed his legs, then separated his hands to lie either side of him on the sofa cushions, his bulge exposed.
He could do nothing, hypnotized by her unwavering, ravenous gaze.
A shiver rolled through him, mind hazed by desire and anticipation and fear.
Aunt Dominique said nothing.
She simply undid his denim jeans, then slipped a slender manicured hand into his boxer briefs, fingers wrapping his throbbing shaft.
Mario s pulse raced in her palm, and his aunt made a delighted little sound.
Releasing him, she stood, hips cocked to the side.
She looked like a super villainess.
Let s lose those jeans, nephew, she said.
Undies too.
He unhesitatingly did as instructed, slipping denim and underwear down to his ankles.
Aunt Dominique stripped as well, peeling off those impossibly tight yoga pants, then freeing her breasts from their cotton and lace confines.
Mario was thankful he was still sitting, otherwise he’d have buckled at the sight of her hourglass frame that sported curves as dangerous as her smile.
Prominent nipples lay in the center of large, dark brown areolas, and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, showing off her fat, supple pussy.
Mario s cock throbbed and ached.
Cellulite seemed to have never touched her.
She probably didn t know the meaning of the word.
Aunt Dominique knelt before him again, parting his knees.
She leaned in, trailing soft kisses along his inner thigh.
His breath hitched, the feel of her soft lips against his skin sending ripples of pleasure through him.
He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears as her mouth drew closer to his cock.
The anticipation was murder on his senses.
Then, she took him into her mouth, setting his nerves on fire.
His jaw tensed, and he let out a moan as her head bobbed in his lap, slick tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft.
His eyes were rolled back, and when he looked back down he found his aunt staring up at him with her big brown eyes, slurping hungrily on his cock.
She moved her lips to the hilt, letting his head tap the back of her throat.
He was going to lose it, and soon.
She pulled her mouth away with a gasping breath, then rose to straddle him, heat rolling off her sex.
She teased him with a rock of her hips, gliding her sopping pussy along his length.
Mario let out a trembling breath, shutting his eyes.
He focused on keeping his orgasm at bay, but his aunt wasn t letting up.
You look like you want to cum, Mario heard her say, her voice a sultry whisper.
He kept his eyes shut, and nodded, yes.
Do you want to cum inside of auntie? she asked.
Citing that she was his aunt did something to him, flipping a switch in his brain he had no clue existed.
She was his aunt, and that fact turned him on in a way he couldn t describe.
He nodded to her again, and barely a moment later he felt hot, wet velvet stretch around his cock.
His eyes shot open, locking with his aunt s.
Her brows knit together as she steadily rose and fell, mouth pouting.
She was so wet.
Incredibly wet, and tight.
“Ooh, that cock feels so good!” she whined.
“Fuck!” he heard himself say.
This was unreal.
This was really happening.
Aunt Dominique picked up the pace, bouncing and rocking.
Her movements were fluid, controlled, reminding him of the porn stars he watched on the internet.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Mario leaned over a bit so that he could see her ass.
It rocked and wobbled hypnotically, cheeks faintly clapping.
He slapped a hand against it, getting a squeak out of his auntie that stirred his confidence.
Yes! Keep doing that! she demanded.
Slap my ass! Mario did so without question and without hesitation.
He slapped her ass again and again, just hard enough to get a pleasant yelp out of her.
The sound of their sex echoed throughout the living room, sounding like sweet, forbidden music to his ears.
Mario decided to try another move.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her close, then thrust up into her hard and fast.
Aunt Dominique responded with sobbing vibrato, hugging his face to her chest.
“Yesyesyesyes!” Aunt Dominique took in a sharp breath, and a violent orgasm tore through her.
Mario could feel her walls clenching his shaft like a vice, and whatever resolve he had to hold back quickly dissipated.
“I m cumming!” Mario warned.
“Cum, baby! Cum inside my pussy!” Mario exploded, filling her, drenching her walls with hot, white cum.
The two sat tangled on the couch, holding each other, shivering.
Mario could feel gooseflesh covering every inch of him.
“Thank you, nephew,” she whispered into his ear, making his cock twitch.
“Y-you re welcome…” She sat up a bit, and her mouth found his.
The kiss was deep and long and passionate, tongues softly grazing.
She tasted like cinnamon and cherries.
He wondered if her lower lips held a similar taste.
Aunt Dominique broke the kiss, and climbed off of him to bring herself to stand between his knees.
Mario s eyes devoured her image, burning it to memory just in case he d never see it again.
“Now, about that casserole pan,” she said, smiling.
“I suppose I should fetch it so that you can be on your way.” “Heheh…yeah, you’re probably right.” She turned and made for the kitchen, and Mario watched her bubble butt shift with each step.
“Oh!” his aunt called from the kitchen, “be sure to tell your mother I ll need to borrow her crock pot this week!” Mario felt himself grinning madly.
Dani's Dream
Dani’s Dream Dani’s dream of a black cock was closer than she thought…
Let me start with telling you Dani is 28, she is 5’8″, weighs 135 pounds with an hour glass figure with 36 DD tits on top and a set of hips on the bottom that makes a man’s mouth water.
She has a nice bubble type ass that looks sensational in or out of a pair of jeans.
Her pussy has a “landing strip” right above those lush lips.
She is tan all over from nude sunbathing in our back yard.
The yard has a privacy fence around it that keeps her from prying eyes.
However there has been more than one work crew putting a roof on a house that have seen all her charms.
Oh, did I tell you Dani is my wife? Dani and I like to play a game where we pretend I am a black man working in the neighborhood with a partner and stop by the gate to the back yard.
I call out that I am there and looking for a drink of water in the heat.
She will cover her head with a towel and tell me to come in and get a drink.
I enter the yard and walk over to hose and turn on the water, making small talk to her as we I stare at her nude frame.
I change my voice back and forth so I sound like two people and we (I) tell her how much we appreciate the water, and tell her it is about 30 degrees hotter in her back yard.
“You sure are looking good” I tell her as I look at her body with beads of perspiration all over her.
“Thank you” she replies and opens her legs slightly.
I drop the hose and turn off the water then step between her and the sun so my shadow moves across her face.
“Does your husband know you let strange men in your back yard while you lay around naked?” I ask her.
“No, but what he don’t know wont hurt him.” is her reply.
I lean down and grab her nipple and twist causing her to wince and arch her back.
Then after I let go and her body relaxes I thrust a finger into her warm pussy without warning.
This causes her to arch her back again and then hump per hips up to meet my finger.
“You like that don’t you bitch?” I ask.
“Yes.” “Then you will really like this.” I say, and I grab her legs and push them apart and lower my head to her cunt lips and start eating her sweet pussy like a man eating his last meal.
This brings her an orgasm that leaves her shuddering for a couple of minutes after I take my mouth from her.
Once she calms down and catches her breath, I take her hand lifting off her the lounger and walk with her into the house.
This is a common fantasy we have and replay over and over again.
That is until last week.
I had met a man at work and he and I had become friends.
After months of becoming close friends, I finally asked Tony if he would like to meet for drinks one day so I could talk with him.
He agreed and so I told him where we should meet and then we finished the day.
After work we met at the bar I bought the first round.
We made small talk for a bit and then I told him I had a question to ask and I didn’t know for sure how to ask.
“Just come out with it dude.” He told me.
“Well before I do,” I started “I would like you to take a look at something for me.” “Sure.” he said.
I pulled a few pictures of Dani out of my pocket.
The one on top was of her in a white nightie sheer enough to see her nipples through.
The next picture was of her from the waist up and topless, showing her 36DD tits standing tall and with her erect nipples.
The next picture was of her completely nude and the last was Dani on the bed with her legs spread and her finger on her clit as she masturbated.
Tony looked at the pictures a couple of times and looked at me and asked “Someone you know?” “My wife.” I said as my hand played with the bottle in my hand and my voice quivered as I spoke.
“So why are you showing them to me? Not that I am complaining, mind you, she is damned hot.” “Because if has always been Dani’s dream to have a black man.” I explained the game we played out over and over.
Then I told him; “I want you to be that black man.
That is why I hoped you would like what you saw.” He looked at the pictures again.
“Is it your dream too?” he asked without looking up.
“Yes.
I want to watch and help you take her.” “When do you want to do this?” He next asked.
“How about this Friday evening after work.” I replied and he agreed.
I told him I wanted to show up and play out our game and have him go in with me and then he could either drop down and eat her pussy or he could suck on her tits while I did.
He then rubbed his crotch and told me he had never done this, but he thought it would be fun.
He then put the pictures in his pocket.
That Friday, at noon I called Dani and visited with her a bit.
Before I hung up, I told her I heard there were some work crews in the neighborhood and at least one of the crews was black.
She giggled and told me she loved me and hung up the phone.
I knew she understood what I was telling her.
After work Tony and I took my truck home.
Just as we pulled up, I told Tony to not close his door when he got out and I would slide over and get out on the same side so we only closed one door in case Dani could hear it.
We got out of the truck and walked to the gate.
I peeked through a knot hole in the fence and saw Dani, nude and in the lounger.
I motioned for Tony to be quiet and for him to take a look.
He looked and then grabbed himself and smiled.
I pushed him back a bit and called out to Dani who told “Us” to come in and get some water as she covered her eyes with her towel.
We went about having our conversation about letting strange men see her and her husband knowing.
Then I twisted her nipple and fingered her pussy.
Then Tony spread her legs and after looking at her near bald pussy for a moment lowered his face into her legs.
To be continued…
Mother Father and Daughter
Mother Father and Daughter Mother and Father love their Daughter more than she realizes Ryan and Lori Gardner are both 42; they have a 16 year old daughter named Amber.
Amber is a sixteen-year-old beauty that kept to herself.
Her family recently moved to the Houston area from the mid-west.
She hadn t made friends yet and was depressed because she had to leave her best friend Amanda behind.
Ryan and Lori knew it would take a while for Amber to get over leaving her friend, but they had no idea just how much Amanda meant to Amber.
Amber didn t dress like most of the girls her age; she wore baggy clothes most of the time, which didn t show off the fantastic body she had.
She didn t seem to have an interest in boys and that troubled Lori.
When Lori tried to talk to her about dating, Amber would tell her she didn t want to get serious with anyone because her and Amanda were going to college together, and she had to make good grades to get into the college they wanted to go to.
Lori felt like something more was going on with her daughter, so she did some snooping around in Amber s room when she left for school one morning.
Lori went through Amber s room looking for anything that would give her an understanding of just who her daughter was and what her interests were.
She sat down at Amber s laptop and turned it on.
The login screen came up wanting a password.
She tried several passwords that didn t work; she knew she had to get into the laptop somehow and started thinking of what Amber would have used as her password.
It had to have Amanda s name in it given how close the two were.
Amber&Amanda4ever finally did it.
On the surface, her computer desktop was normal and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
All of a sudden, there was a chime noise then an instant message window popped up.
Hi2u loml? (translated means, Hello Love of me Life ) Lori looked at the message and didn t know what to do, so she got a bright idea and responded.
OK hry.
(translated means, Okay how are you? ) Tou lmp lst nit babi.
(translated means, Thought of you licking my pussy last night Baby.
) Lori couldn t translate what that message meant so she closed instant message and continued snooping around on Amber s computer.
She searched for a while but couldn t find anything that was out of the ordinary.
Then she thought what if she had a program that hid files, so she got on the Internet and googled hidden files.
It was such a simple task; she changed the folder options to show hidden files and folders.
After doing that she opened Amber s My Documents folder and found a folder that was grayed out labeled Personal .
She opened the folder and found over a hundred pictures and other folders.
Most of the pictures were of Amber nude in her bathroom that she took of herself with her camera phone while looking in the mirror.
The quality of the pictures was bad, but she couldn t help but notice what a beautiful body her daughter had.
Then she opened the folder labeled MeAndAmanda .
Lori s eye widened and her mouth flew open.
There were hundreds of pictures and some videos of Amber and Amanda nude doing all kinds of sexual acts on each other.
These pictures weren t taken with a camera phone ether and by the looks of what they were doing someone else had to have taken the pictures while they were in the act of making out.
There were pictures of the girls in a 69 poison, of Amber between Amanda s legs eating her out, of Amanda between Amber s legs doing the same.
She found pictures of the girls with a boy named Joshua from their old neighborhood.
She opened one of the video clips that explained who was taking the pictures.
You could hear Joshua narrating while the girls were making out.
There were videos of all three of them; the girls took turns riding Joshua s cock while the other sat on his face.
At the end, both girls were on their knees while Joshua unloaded on their face and in their mouth.
Lori ran to her office and got a flash drive so that she could copy the files to her computer for her husband to see.
The flash drive Lori was using quickly filled up as there was much more content than the drive would hold.
She ran to a nearby electronic store and bought the largest flash drive she could find.
64 gigs! That should hold it, she thought.
Once back at the house she copied the folder labeled ‘personal’ to the flash drive.
It was taking longer than she expected and in a rush, she shut down Amber s computer before setting the folder options back the way they were.
There was a folder Lori hadn t had a chance to look at so when she copied everything over to her computer, she opened the folder labeled MeMasturbating.
There were several video clips of her daughter sitting in from of her web camera masturbating.
She could only suspect Amanda or Joshua was on their computer watching her offspring, who started out fingering herself with one finger then she added a second finger later a third and then all four.
After a few moments, she tucked her thumb in the middle of her hand making a dart with her hand and worked it back and forth until she slid it in her pussy.
Lori couldn t believe what she was seeing.
Her little girl was not only masturbating she was fisting herself.
Before Lori knew what she was doing she was naked rubbing her own clit bringing herself to an orgasm soaking the chair and floor beneath her.
When Amber got home from school, she ran to her room and opened her laptop.
A few minutes later she came storming out of her room and confronted her mother.
Who s been on my laptop Mom? What do you mean honey? Amanda text me this morning and asked why I closed instant messenger.
She wanted to know if I was mad at her! My folder options have been changed on my computer.
Did you get on my computer, Mom? As a matter of fact, I did get on your laptop, and yes, I found your personal folder, her Mom replied in a domineering tone.
Oh My GOD! Mom why did you do that! Amber screamed as she burst out in tears running back to her room, slammed the door and locked it.
Lori could hear Amber screaming at her through the door sobbing the whole time.
She said things, like, I hate you; stay out of my life; and, leave me along you fucking bitch! When Ryan got home from work, Lori explained everything that had happened.
She showed him some of the pictures Amber took of herself in the bathroom mirror and the video of her fisting herself.
She explained there was more, but before she showed them to her husband, she wanted his reaction first.
Ryan was shocked to say the least but Lori noticed the rise in his pants and commented on his erection.
Yeah I know she s my daughter, but I can t help it, she looks so hot and what she is doing is so downright nasty, I just can t help it.
Ryan explained.
Lori agreed and told Ryan that she masturbated to the video herself.
That s no fair; I d kind of like to do that too.
Ryan said.
Oh honey there are more pictures and some really steamy videos you haven t seen yet.
There will be plenty time for you to view them; right now I need you to help me get her out of her room.
She won t talk to me so I was hoping she would at least talk to you, Lori stated.
Let me see what I can do, Ryan said as he walked out of Lori s office heading to Amber s bedroom.
When Ryan reached Amber s bedroom door, he listened for a moment to see if Amber was still crying.
He couldn t hear anything, so he tapped on the door and with the sweetest, sympathetic voice he said, Ambie, it s daddy sweetheart.
Are you okay? Please, daddy I just want to be alone right now, he heard a crying voice say.
Sweetheart, daddy doesn t want you to be crying, baby.
Let me in so we can talk, and I promise everything is going to be alright.
I ll make you feel better, sweetheart.
Ryan waited a good two minutes; he heard the lock on the door knob turn then the door slowly opened.
He walked inside embraced his daughter, patting her on the back, and she broke out in a sob.
He shut the door and locked it.
There, there, sweetheart, no need to cry baby everything is alright, sweetie, he said consoling his daughter.
I m sorry, daddy.
Amber continued to sob.
Baby, it s going to be okay; you re not in trouble sweetheart.
I m not? Amber asked in a confused voice.
No baby; hell if you knew some of the things your Mother and I have done you d freak out, Ryan said still consoling his daughter.
What do you mean, Daddy? Here baby have a seat, Ryan said as he walked his daughter over to her bed and sat her down.
Ryan knelt down on the floor and hugged his daughter not intending to be poisoned between her legs.
Amber had on a pair of sweat pants and a tee-shirt; Ryan could feel her breast when he hugged her.
As he sat back on the floor, he could smell her womanhood.
Ryan looked up at his daughter, and as he did he put his hands on her knees.
Baby, your Mother and I love you and want you to be happy more than anything.
We know what it s like to be sixteen, to want to explore your sexuality.
Sex at your age is exciting and new, so we want you to enjoy your sex life; we want to be there for you, to help answer any questions you have.
As far as the pictures and video are concerned, I don t have a problem with them as long as they don t find their way on the Internet.
Hell your Mom and I have several videos of us having sex and not just the two of us either, Ryan explained.
You mean you and Mom have videos of you with someone else? Amber asked.
Ryan snickered.
Yeah some of your Mother s friends would be with her just to have sex with me.
You mean Mom is Bi, Daddy? Amber asked shocked to find out her Mother had the same sexual desires as herself.
Yeah, sweetheart; she was in a lesbian relationship when I met her.
Tamara was your Mother s lover for a number of years, and she wanted your Mother to leave me when you were three years old.
I think she would have left me if it weren t for you.
What do mean Daddy? What did I have to do with anything? Your Mother loves you so much she wouldn t have taken a chance on losing you.
I know you re pissed at her right now but you should cut her some slack, sweetie.
I just feel like she invaded my privacy Daddy.
I mean I don t go snooping around her stuff.
Amber exclaimed.
I understand baby, but she s only looking out for you.
I think your Mother has some mixed emotions about the pictures and videos she found on your computer.
On one hand, she found them erotic and stimulating and on the other she was shocked…
I guess you could say because she has tried talking to you about sex before, and you weren t opening up to her.
I think it kind of hurt her feelings that you didn t trust her enough to talk about your sexuality with her, Ryan explained.
You think she thought they were erotic? Ah, yeah she masturbated to the video of you masturbating.
Oh My GOD Daddy! She was masturbating to me? Yes, sweetheart and she told me she had a really hard orgasm too.
From what your Mother told me you have a beautiful body, and it turned her on.
Oh mmannn! I wish you wouldn t have me that; now I m going to wonder if my own Mom has the hots for me when she looks at me, Amber replied.
Why baby; she s not just your Mother she s also a sexually active woman with sexual desires of her own.
You need to understand that your Mother, and I still enjoy sex and we both love beautiful women.
So what are you saying Daddy? Well honey, I guess I m saying that your Mother and I both think you re beautiful, Ryan replied.
Are you saying you want to have sex with me Daddy? No…
I m saying that you are a beautiful young woman, and that it would be hard for us to deny you if you wanted to share your sexuality with us.
So basically you re saying that you and Mom would have sex with me if I wanted to? Amber asked.
All I’m saying is that s we want you to enjoy yourself sexually and we would help you anyway we could.
Earlier you said that women would be with Mom just to have sex with you.
Amber stated.
Yeah they liked the size of my, well my, ah, member, Ryan stumbled.
Your member? That is a member? Amber asked.
You know, my penis.
Amber laughed.
You mean your cock? Yeah I guess that s what I meant.
Ryan replied.
How big is it, Daddy? I don t know sweetheart, but it’s bigger than the average-size cock I know that.
Amber looked down, turned her head and said with a sheepish smile.
Can I see it, Daddy? Ryan snickered again.
I guess so baby doll.
Ryan stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the opening in his boxers.
Amber sat on her bed looking at his crotch the whole time he was pulling it out.
She looked up at him and smiled when he let go of it, and it hung in front of her.
She reached out and took it in her right hand and said.
Oh my God, Daddy.
It s huge, and it s not even hard.
Yeah well if you keep that up, it will be in a minute or two.
Amber slid off the bed onto her knees in front of her father, opened her mouth and took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could get.
She sucked and pumped on it and within a few seconds she felt it growing.
A few seconds later it was hard as a rock.
Amber leaned over to her desk and grabbed a ruler.
She put the ruler at the top of the base of her father s cock and laid it out then leaned up to read the ruler.
10 inches.
Wow Daddy, I had no idea you had such a magnificent cock, Amber said with an excited voice.
Yeah, well you started something; are you going to finish it or do I need to get your Mother to do it for you? Ryan knew that the challenge would get Amber to do the best she could on his cock.
Amber went back to work on her father s cock, pumping it with both hands as she slid his massive tool in and out of her mouth.
The sight of his daughter sliding his cock in and out of her mouth almost sent Ryan over the edge.
He controlled his emotions and held back from dumping his load in her mouth.
Oh that s good baby doll! See if you can take a little more of me in your mouth, Ryan asked his daughter.
Amber tried taking it down her throat and choked on it, then gagged.
She paused looked up at him and said, I can t Daddy it s too big, then went back to working on it with her hands and mouth.
After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off of his cock and asked, Daddy, can I sit on it and ride it? Please, Daddy please? Take your sweat pants off, sweetheart.
Ryan told her.
With one quick motion, Amber’s sweat pants were off and on the floor.
Ryan started undressing; he motioned for Amber to take her tee-shirt off as well.
When Ryan was naked, he held out his hand to her and said, Come on, let s go to my bedroom; we ll stop by your Mother s office and invite her to join us.
More to cum from the Gardner household soon.
Under the Thrall of Cock
Under the Thrall of Cock TJ lusts after his sister Sarah, recommending her a unique way to stop smoking.
Sarah twiddled with the pack of cigarettes in her hands, pondering whether or not she should smoke one more cigarette before she ventured down the road frequently traveled, which is quitting the stuff.
Better not, she thought.
She wanted to quit cold turkey.
There were many attempts before in her 32 years of life, but she had an extra motivation this time.
Months ago, she and her long-time boyfriend split.
She wanted to cut down on her vices and be the best version of herself.
She and her brother TJ had a solid relationship.
They were close and clearly cared for one another.
They lived together in her apartment, but TJ lived there while he was attending college.
As of late, after the demise of Sarah s last previous relationship, it had been only the brother and sister living together.
TJ had an idea on how to help his sister Sarah assuage her nicotine urges, but he had contrived a latent manipulative plot to accomplish a personal carnal goal of his: fuck his big sister Sarah in the ass.
TJ was 21.
He had lusted after his sister Sarah for a while.
At least ever since he had moved into her apartment after he finished high school.
Sarah was rather sexy by her nature.
She gave off a sexual aura by her attitude, from the way she walked with her big ass cheeks swaying back and forth, slowly and sensually, to the way she talked, softly and to the point.
Sarah was of above average height; her round Duke blue eyes glistened, and her dirty blonde hair was frequently worn tied up.
Her lips were full and wholesome not too big, and not too small, just right.
Sarah was thick.
She carried fat in what she thought were all the right places.
TJ thought so, too.
In her thighs and her ass.
Sarah s ass was the source of TJ s sexual appetite.
He was insatiable, and he had a plan to satiate his lustful hunger.
TJ was tall, a bit over six foot or so, I d estimate.
He was virile, square-jawed, lean with broad shoulders and thick arms, hairy all over.
Masculine to the max.
He had black hair that appeared to be a bit brown in the light, with figments of very noticeable gray hair.
TJ didn t mind the gray hairs; in fact, he liked it, because he looked distinguished among his young adult peers.
His deep voice gave him the aura of a dominant male, and with his charismatic persuasiveness, he had an idea on how he might sexually manipulate Sarah.
As mentioned, TJ was a college student.
He dabbled in psychology and nutritional science.
He had an affinity for studying the human body and physiological reactions to chemicals.
One of the relevant chemicals in particular? Nicotine.
He figured that he could mindfuck his sister Sarah into fucking him.
After years of intense masturbation sessions, TJ had a plan to fuck Sarah senseless, but he had to be methodical.
Sarah sat on the bed in her bedroom, clad in a pair of pink pajamas and a gray tank top.
half paying attention to the recorded episode of Desperate Housewives on her TV and half thinking about cigarettes.
It had only been a couple of hours, and the cravings were already kicking in full force.
She had not yet disposed of the pack of cigarettes sitting on her dresser.
Every few minutes she d glance at the smokes, mentally convincing herself at least trying to that she had no need for them.
The physiological cravings were proving to be too much.
Around that time, TJ knocked on the door and let himself in without his sister s approval.
Forget how to knock and actually wait for a reply? Sarah rhetorically asked, rolling her eyes in disgust, exasperated by her brother s rudeness.
Why are you so damn grouchy? asked TJ, reciprocating with a rhetorical question of his own.
You ve shut yourself in here like you re some damn prisoner of your mind, he stated with words of truth.
Sarah had been in her room for the last three hours, filling up on recorded TV dramas.
TJ perused the room, seeing the light pile of clothes lying beside her bed (including a pair of pink panties of hers that he recalled sniffing a few weeks back), the makeup rack scattered all over the place on the shelf, then he spotted the pack of cigarettes on the dresser.
He pointed towards them before saying, You are trying to quit smoking, and you have a pack of cigarettes sitting on the dresser? What, are you keeping them as a memento? A vigil? No..
Sarah retorted, annoyed by his caustic words.
She hesitated a moment.
Sorry.
I don t mean to be this way.
Take them.
Throw them out.
Do something.
I really, really want to quit smoking this time around.
TJ grabbed the pack of cigarettes and shot them into the garbage can as if he were shooting a basketball.
Do you? You tried every other time, and inevitably failed.
Sarah, I want to help you, but this time you have to listen to me.
Every single time I tried to lend my supportive suggestions, you ignored me.
All you say is mind over matter this, mind over matter that, but you don t even fucking understand how hard it is to stop.
I don t, but I can support you and help you, and I read something online this morning that is helping plenty of former female smokers stave off the cravings.
Will you listen to me, and actually hear me out, or is everything going to go through one ear and out the other like last time? Okay, okay I will.
What did you find out about this groundbreaking revelation ? Sarah said with a forced half-smirk.
TJ remained calm on the exterior, but inside his mind couldn t stop racing with the hopeful possibilities of fucking his sister.
What he was about to tell her would instigate the footsteps that would lead to Sarah s sweet ass.
As Sarah bloviated about her new stop smoking efforts for the last week, TJ conjured this grandiose idea, and now it was time to put it into place.
There has been countless scientific studies posted all over the place about he purposely hesitated, maintaining eye contact with his sister.
Hear me out, hear me out don t get all pissy about it, but I read that intermittent clit stimulation and oral sex over the course of a day has proven to be an extremely effective way to help smokers curve their addiction.
Uh what? Sarah quickly asked, puzzled all to hell.
How would that stop the cravings, exactly? Well, I was getting ready to tell you.
Remember how I told you a long time ago about the neurotransmitter dopamine and how it s called the happy hormone because whenever levels are up, you feel joy? Well, every time you smoked, you elevated the amount of dopamine that your body naturally produced, and now that you ve stopped smoking, the stimulant effect from the nicotine is no longer there, so your dopamine levels are low, and that s why you feel like shit.
So far, TJ was being truthful with what he was saying.
He continued By stimulating the clit and giving oral, the sexual physiological responses naturally raise dopamine levels just like the nicotine did.
With the woman s lips around a penis, instead of having a cigarette in her mouth, she will stimulate her same senses like she would have done with a cigarette.
TJ had officially turned on bullshit mode , but Sarah didn t look so convinced.
Isn t that just replacing one addiction with another? Not really.
If it is an addiction, it s a healthy addiction compared to cigarettes.
Besides, it s basically only masturbation and a blowjob, TJ said with a big grin.
There s no way I can do that, then.
Well, the first one, yeah but the oral sex? The only option to give oral is to go find some stranger and blow him, and I am NOT going to do that.
Is that really your only option, Sarah? What do you mean? This was it.
I m your brother, and like I said, I m here to support and help you no matter what What?! TJ, seriously? I am NOT going to suck your dick.
That s wrong on so many levels ugh! Sarah said, almost pretentiously as she emitted those words with a bunch of forced faces tantamount to the looks Charles Manson used to make in those old interviews.
That s incest, and it s fucking gross.
How in the hell does a blowjob count as incest? Especially if it s not even sexual in the first place?! It s only meant to help you stop smoking , TJ replied, intensely defensive.
Would you rather put your lips on some guy that only wants to use your pretty lips for sexual satisfaction, or would you rather trust your brother, the one person you CAN trust in your life without a shadow of a doubt? You made all of this up, didn t you? You little fuckin pervert! You are that desperate for sex that you want to trick your own sister? See, this is what I mean, Sarah! , TJ emitted with a raised voice.
You never listen to my suggestions.
You always write them off like you are doing now, calling me a pervert because I suggested some unorthodox advice you said you d hear me out on.
Look, I m not going to make you do this.
I just think it would be worth a shot to try.
Fuck it.
Go back to the nicotine patches and the bullshit chewing gum.
Pretty soon you ll be smoking again, and I ll have my face in my palm.
If only you knew how badly I wanted to help you.
Instead of actually hearing me out and understanding my true intentions of wanting to help you, you write me off as being a depraved piece of shit.
I appreciate it, sister.
Thanks.
TJ gave a grade-A Oscar nominee effort in his act of guilt-fucking.
He turned around and began approaching the door when Sarah spoke up.
Wait, stop, stop you have to understand that you can t just suggest that I give you oral and not expect me to blow up about it? It s probably the weirdest stop-smoking method I ve ever heard, but I don t know I know, sis, but YOU have to understand that I ve relentlessly tried to help you, and this is like a last ditch effort.
Take it or leave it.
What do you want to do? Let me see it first Sarah said, biting her lower lip.
TJ unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before pulling them down and kicking them off.
The only thing that remained in the way was his boxers.
His heart was beating five thousand times a minute.
So was Sarah s.
It s only a dick, TJ quipped.
He curved his thumb and index finger over the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, exposing his flaccid cock and the copious amounts of his jet-black pubic hair encompassing his solid pair of balls.
His cock was minuscule while flaccid.
He didn t have a huge cock when he was hard, but it was the perfect length, or so he thought.
He had many sexual excursions with the last couple of girls he dated, and he d like to think he pleased the hell out of them.
The thickness of his cock was a beneficial advantage, he reckoned.
Sarah gazed at his cock with wonderment.
She had a blank look on her face, still biting her lower lip.
She was curious, noticing for, really, the first time, that her brother was very much a handsome, hung young man.
I m really soft right now, but touch it.
Just give it a try, sis.
I won t do anything you don t want me to do.
This is only to help you stop smoking OK? TJ affirmed.
He was still very much hopeful.
Sarah was still speechless.
She sat on the edge of the bed; her eyes, fixated on her brother s cock, she took her right hand s index finger and touched the tip of his cock, before cupping his balls in her palm, feeling his pubes in between her fingers.
She licked her lips, giving them some moisture.
TJ couldn t believe this was actually happening.
The image of his sexy sister licking her lips was almost too much to handle.
His cock began to harden.
Sarah softly wrapped her delicate hand around her brother s prick, clenching his shaft.
She couldn t control the natural feelings she was having over having her hand wrapped around her brother s cock.
Whether she wanted to think it was sexual or not, it was, and her body was betraying her as her pussy began to tingle.
Still not emitting any words to TJ, she was speaking loudly to herself in her mind, fighting a futile battle by trying to rationalize that it wasn t incest if she were only trying to abstain from smoking a cigarette ever again.
It wasn t incest, she thought! She reaffirmed the idea that everything was perfectly normal and what she was about to do wasn t taboo, but the sexual nature of the brother and sister s ensuing oral act was very much erotogenic.
The erotic heat in Sarah s palms had a predictable effect, as TJ s cock grew in her hand under her stroke.
He was harder than a brick, and he was fighting a battle of his own.
His legs were almost trembling from the pure ecstasy of his sister jacking him off, and he was defending the urge to emit a pleasureful sigh or moan.
When you are getting ready to cum, you better fucking tell me, or I ll rip your balls off Sarah said, making sure TJ understood, as she broke the deafening silence.
And when you do cum, grab these tissues and cum into them she stated, pointing to the Kleenexes on her bed.
TJ nodded, but he had a reminder for his sister.
Okay, and for you, don t forget about the clit stimulation.
Take off your pajamas.
Sarah released his cock and stood up, pulled down and removed the pajamas, revealing a pink pair of extremely feminine lace low-cut panties.
TJ began stroking himself in order to stay hard, but it was a rather redundant act, as he didn t need to because of the image of his sister in underwear being bestowed upon his eyes.
His cock was groaning to deposit his cum all over his sister s delectable body.
He wanted, very badly, to inhale the scent of the front of panties to get a whiff of her pussy.
As Sarah reapproached TJ s cock, he stopped her.
Wait, you have to take off the panties, too.
Ugh, what? No, Sarah denied.
I m not getting naked in front of you.
Seriously? I get naked in front of you, and it s okay for me, but you can t get naked in front of me? Wouldn t it be annoying to flick the bean with panties constantly chafing against the back of your hand? Ugh, Sarah detested.
Alright, whatever.
Just don t use the term flick the bean again.
TJ smirked.
She pulled down her panties, fully removing them and tossing them to the side.
She was unmistakably nervous, as she knew her pussy was visible wet.
TJ spotted her noticeable wetness immediately, and although he wanted to say something about it, he didn t.
Instead, he admired her with his eyes, as his lustful thoughts further sent him over the edge, but he wanted her too badly.
He didn t want to fuck this all up.
Her pussy lips glistened with juice they weren t big, but at the same time they weren t small.
Just right in TJ s dirty mind.
Sarah was stunningly beautiful.
She looked at his cock while he looked at her pussy before her big blue eyes connected with TJ s dark green eyes.
They both stood in front of each other, her pussy becoming much wetter by the minute and his cock perennially stiff.
They were both clad in t-shirts, but their genitals were completely exposed to one another.
The sexual tension between the older sister and her younger brother was evident without even saying a word.
Both remained mute, as Sarah dropped to her knees, kneeling closer to TJ s granite-like cock.
This isn t incest, this isn t incest, this isn t incest, this isn t incest, this isn t incest, she mentally retold herself.
All in one act, Sarah stuck her tongue out, looked up at him, their eyes connecting once more, as she swiped across the wet hole on the tip of his cock.
TJ wanted more.
He was in paradise.
Her juicy little pussy emanated even more discharge as she circularly rubbed her swollen tiny clit.
She moved in with her thumb, stretching it out to rub her clit while she slid her index and middle fingers into her wet cunt.
Her breathing became quick, as she kissed the head of her brother s cock.
God TJ accidentally let out with a pleasured sigh.
Sorry, sorry it just feels good.
Keep going.
Think think of it as a, a, cigarette.
Mentally replace the cigarette with my cock.
Sarah abided.
With multiple, consistent kisses down the shaft of TJ s cock all the way to the hilt, his pubes softly brushed against her pale, plump white cheeks.
She continued to fingerfuck herself hard.
She kissed her way back up to the top of his shaft, pressing her tongue against his head.
She pressed her sweet lips together and rubbed them down and back up his shaft once more.
TJ was still in a state of shock and euphoria.
He couldn t believe his plan was working.
Sarah was so fucking unintentionally horny.
She needed to cum so desperately she couldn t even help it, and she hadn t even taken his cock into her mouth yet! Sarah gasped and let out a moan.
Her breathing was intermittently heavy, her heart racing, she couldn t stay still.
Her legs squirmed, her pussy tingling the taboo lust was only beginning to overcome her as she lavished her brother s hard cock in her wet, sticky saliva.
As she made it back to the top of his cock, she tightened her lips and pressed them against his head, slowly pushing forward, before his cock finally broke through, into the warm, wet depths of his sister s mouth.
It was official: Sarah was sucking her brother TJ s cock.
As her lips were now wrapped around his mushroom tip head, she progressively moved her head forward, nice and slowly.
TJ might have told her to think of his cock like a cigarette, but it was too late for that.
She was secretly enjoying herself.
Sucking cock practically came second nature to her, as her ex asked her of it often.
TJ s cock filled his sister s mouth.
Sarah, it feels so good, I m sorry he mumbled, barely audible.
The fact that Sarah was sexually pleasing her brother made her pussy that much more wet.
It was the greatest and most disgusting feeling she had ever felt up to that point.
She felt so dirty, but at the same time she felt so right.
She prided herself on being able to please a man by blowing him, and as wrong as it she felt it should have been, she was loving her brother s thick cock in her wet little mouth.
TJ began moving his hips back and forth, lightly thrusting his throbbing dick in and out of his sister s mouth.
She began to clench her lips tighter around his shaft, greatly intensifying the sensation TJ was feeling.
Ohhh fuck yeeeah he moaned.
He relented the best he could, knew he wasn t going to last much longer.
Sarah was lost in a sexual reverie.
Her mind was spewing lascivious thoughts one right after the other.
She was sucking her brother s cock and she loved it.
She was on the brink of orgasm as she listened to her brother moan in pleasure.
She took his moaning as a compliment.
She knew she was pleasing him to the max, and for that reason she was on the brink of orgasm.
With every thrust of TJ s cock sliding in and out of his sister Sarah s mouth, loud slurping noises began to emanate due to the friction between Sarah s lips and the ample amounts of her spit gratuitously covering all of TJ s pulsing cock.
TJ s pubes were doused in Sarah s saliva.
She had drooled all over his cock, and it had leaked to his balls and was dripping onto the carpet.
Sarah s thighs were drenched in her pussy juice as a result that she was dripping wet.
Her juices were also leaking onto the floor.
This was symbolism at its finest of their brother and sister incestuous communion, sanctifying the new covenant between them.
The covenant no longer between a brother and sister, but now between man and woman.
Sarah pulled back and released her brother s cock from the clutches of her lips.
As she sinuously pulled back with her mouth open, a thick string of her slobber connected her bottom lip and the tip of her cock.
She looked up at TJ, and he reciprocated.
They were breathing heavily.
I want you to fucking cum, Sarah seductively demanded with a sinister grin on her face.
She looked like a dirty, little, wanton slut, TJ thought.
He had never seen her behave like this, and it drove him to the edge to hear her speak dirty like that.
With that, Sarah continued fingering herself with her left hand, and with her right she wrapped it around the bottom of TJ s shaft and began stroking it, fast and hard, while she interchangeably smooched the tip of his cock with kisses and tongue strokes.
TJ could hardly stand it.
Sarah, Sarah Sarah ..
he groaned.
He was getting ready to cum, and she knew it.
This sent her beyond her limits.
Cum, baby brother! Fucking cum! Sarah demanded, before resting the head of his cock on her tongue, waiting for his viscous white seed.
He felt it.
Her sexy words were too much for him to handle.
I m fucking cumming, Sarah, I m fucking cumming, fuck! he growled out as he felt his cock jerk in his sister s warm, feminine hands.
Sarah s pussy pulsated.
Her whole body began to shake and convulse.
Her moans were so loud she was practically screaming.
Sorrrrrrrryyyy TJ mumbled out as his cock spurted, squirting a giant geyser of thick, gummy cum, hitting different places on her face.
Some semen landed on her forehead and on her cheeks, a minuscule amount hit her chin, but most of his burning jism found its way into the back of her throat and on her lips.
Unn-huh , Sarah groaned out loudly around his cock, as her big blue eyes rolled into the back of her head in absolute nirvana.
She made no effort to spit it out or retreat from the barrage of her brother s steamy semen that had overloaded her face and mouth.
The sight of his cum plaguing his sister s face combined with the sexy sight of her blue eyes rolling black in ecstasy, TJ felt another powerful spasm of pleasure took his breath away as it tore through his throbbing cock.
Fucccckingggg take it he choked out, reaching down and pushing his sister s head down, pushing her mouth further down the shaft of his erupting dick as it twitched and spat out its last burst of a fiery load into her mouth.
It was the most exhilarating thing that had ever happened to him.
The loud, vulgar sounds of Sarah slurping on his cock and gulping down his sperm-loaded cream filled TJ s ears as he held her mouth shoved down around his cock.
His cum dripped from her chin and cheeks onto the floor, making a splat sound as it hit the carpet.
They made a fucking mess.
All from a fucking blowjob.
The smell of sex was very much in the air.
Musk and sweat, cum and pussy juice.
It was a delicious elixir, a piquant pungency.
Sarah s face was a mess.
She looked like she d just partaken in bukkake.
Her forehead was dripping with sweat amalgamating with her brother s semen.
She was more relaxed than she had been in months.
Her orgasm was the most intense orgasm she could remember having.
So much for the tissues, TJ said with a hearty laugh, as their breathing and heart rates began to normalize.
That was really fun, Sarah giggled, with a smile.
She began to blush.
It kind of got out of hand, but I guess that was to be expected, really.
Hey, I m going to go clean up.
Sarah stood up and kissed her brother on the cheek.
As she retired to the bathroom, TJ watched her big, round, meaty ass jiggle and sway back and forth.
It was the first time he d ever seen her bare butt.
TJ had not yet fucked his sister Sarah, but he had just blown his load all over her face, as she had brought both of them to a glorious orgasm.
The ultimate sexual feat was still to vie for: TJ needed to fuck his sister Sarah in the ass.
TJ put his pair of jeans back on, washed his hands and retreated to his bedroom to relax for a while.
A couple of hours later, he heard a knock on his bedroom door.
TJ! Sarah yelled for his attention.
I feel like smoking again.
TJ grinned.
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Getting lucky in the casino
Getting lucky in the casino What happened in Vegas finally makes it Online Let me begin by saying that I put a lot of effort into describing this experience and then my Internet connection was lost and all my work was gone.
Here we go again! About a year ago my wife and I were in Vegas.
She loves the place for the glitter and shows.
I love gambling.
So I was surprised when she came up beside me at the craps table and whispered, “What a beautiful black man at the other end of the table.” That was not an unusual thing for her to say, but I glanced her way and could see a little lust in her eyes.
She’s in her thirties, yoga shaped, and absolutely beautiful…but she’s not a sexual person.
We make love only once a week and we miss 1 week each month when she is on her period.
She would not consider making love in the daytime or in an unusual place.
She does not know that I beat off three or four times each week to stay healthy.
So I was pretty excited to see her showing this hint of sexuality! My mind wondered if she would consider doing something in Vegas that she wouldn’t consider doing anywhere else.
About that time the dice moved ahead to Mr.
Beautiful.
I placed a $25 bet on the line and tossed another green chip to the center of the table.
“Hard eight,” I said, which is a bet on double four.
The dealer said it would be working on the come out and I agreed.
That bet pays 10 for 1 and Mr.
Beautiful threw a four-four on his first roll! “Hard eight,” I screamed…and without thinking twice I said, “Parlay that.” Now I had $250 on the hard eight.
I turned to Sandy to explain what I was doing–which was pretty outrageous by my betting standards–and I wasn’t even looking when I heard the dealer say, “Winner eight, it came the hard way.” I whirled around and joined the cheering players.
We now had the most exciting table in the casino, and I had a stack of black and green chips that came to $2,250.
Plus I still had $250 on the hard eight.
Mr.
Beautiful kept the dice for trn minutes, which is pretty fantastic, and he hit one more hard eight.
Ca-ching.
I won dozens of other nice bets where I raked in $50 to $500 each time.
As soon as Mr.
Beautiful crapped out I put my chips on the table to have them converted into bigger denominations.
I walked away with over $12,000, and all because my wife had taken a liking to a movie-star type black guy.
We headed toward the cashier, both excited, and I said, “Sandy, do you know the meaning of What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” She said yes.
Then I blurted it out.
“Would you like to make love to that black guy and let me watch so we can always remember this amazing night? That kind of question could have ruined my marriage had I asked it at home.
To this day I’m amazed that I said it.
Her response was, “Is that possible?” Holy shit.
I almost came in my pants.
“It’s possible,” I said, “and no one would know but you and me.
It would be our Las Vegas secret.” Then she came to her senses.
“No, I couldn’t do that.
You’re just teasing me.” I didn’t want to overplay my hand.
“I love you,” I said, “but I’m not kidding.
It would be an adventure for both of us and we could talk about it for the next forty years.
I’ll go find the guy if you want to consider it.” I saw her look around.
That was my signal.
I put the chips in her hands and told her to cash us out at the cashier.
Then I reached into her hand and took back one green and four reds.
“I’ll meet you over by the cashier,” I said.
It only took me a few seconds to find Mr.
Beautiful.
He was talking with two friends not far from the table.
“Hey, thank for the great shooting,” I said.
“How did you do?” He showed me his fistful of chips.
I saw nice clean hands and a wedding ring.
“Here, these are yours, too.
My wife made a hard eight bet for you and she wants you to have the winnings.” One of the other guys got the joke and said, “Bill has a lot more than hard eight.” We all laughed.
I was feeling so fucking bold.
“You saw my wife, didn’t you? Young, blonde, gorgeous.
She wants to meet you.” Bill’s friends saw what was happening and said they had to go.
Ten hours later Sandy was freshly showered, blow dried, moisturized, and wrapped in a big white hotel bath robe.
She looked ravishing and I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
But at 11:15 Bill was still not there.
I had licked Sandy’s pussy three or four times.
I tried to make her cum, but she was too nervous and I was in too much of a hurry.
Finally we heard the knock.
Mr.
Beautiful said, “Hey, are you guys still sure you want to do this?” I invited him in and indicated my wife with a sweeping gesture.
“Here’s your prize,” I said, “for being such a fantastic craps shooter.” “Hi, Sandy,” he said.
“Are you nervous?” She said she was very nervous, but it would obvious she was ready.
I said, “Open your robe and let Bill see what you look like?” She closed her eyes, undid the belt and let her hands fall to her sides.
Bill got his first look at her small but perfect tan-lined tits, her beautiful flat tummy, and her shaved, tan-lined bikini area.
“Wow,” he said, “you are more beautiful than you were this afternoon.” He stepped close to her and opened the robe a bit more and bent down to give her a very light kiss on the lips.
Meanwhile, his big hands explored her breasts and swept down the slope of her body.
He kissed her again and added a little tongue.
She opened her mouth and kissed him back.
For whatever reason, I was not the least bit jealous.
This was her adventure and mine, too.
As they kissed, he moved his hands up to her shoulders and pushed the robe off.
There she stood, naked as a stripper, nipples erect, pussy moist and weak kneed.
He put his hands on each side of her waist and picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
He held her high enough to kiss her tummy as he walked to the king-sized bed and placed her there.
I beat him to the bed and pulled back the spread and top sheet.
“Would you like me to take my clothes off?” he asked.
She said yes.
I was actually suprised she could still talk.
He tossed his shirt on a chair and dropped his pants to the floor, leaving a gigantic cock profile under his briefs.
Then he dropped his shorts and massaged his semi-erect monster to get the kinks out.
It was ten or twelve inches long and as big around as a Coke can.
Then he kneeled on the bed and started massaging her body with his big hands.
The cock was not the main event right away.
He kissed her breasts, her tummy, her arms and her lips.
She moaned and smiled at him like he was the most important man in the world…and it didn’t bother me in the least.
I never cease to be amazed by my own part in this.
Eventually he laid his whole body on top of her with his hard cock making itself known.
He kissed her deeply and them moved up, straddling her, to put his cock against her lips.
She licked its juices, kissed it, and grabbed it with both hands like a baseball bat.
She tried sucking on it but it was just too big around.
She could get the head in her mouth and that was about all.
“Do you think this will fit in me?” she asked.
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” he said.
Then he moved down to add moisture with his tongue and do a little probing with his fingers.
About this point she reached over and held my hand, which was the first time in ten minutes that I had existed in this scene.
I was happy she was including me.
Bill put the tip of his juicy monster right up against her slit and started applying a very small amount of pressure.
She pressed up against him, but there was hardly any penetration.
Then he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it up and down her labia, spreading his juices from top to bottom.
When he put it against her pussy again it found its way into her.
She grasped harder on my hand and then let go.
She reached down and spread her pussy lips so she could see what was happening.
He got about four inches in and moved softly in and out, making a little extra headway with each transit.
Then somehow she started to orgasm.
He hadn’t done much but I guess the whole experience was acting on her.
I saw her pelvic thrusts increase in pace as she does when she comes.
And soon she was definitely the prime mover.
He was biding his time and making a little more headway moment by moment.
It seemed to me that he had eight inches in her and still there was a lot more cock to go.
Sandy started making orgasm noises and facial expressions.
I had never before been in a position to watch an orgasm in this way.
Bill laid down against her to feel her whole body in this new kind of response.
Then he started adding his pumping power to hers.
Somehow, she was able to take all of that gigantic organ into her small body.
She finally screamed out, “Jesus fucking Christ” as her orgasm reached its peak.
He bent down so he could kiss her face during this strong show of emotion.
She was too caught up in the moment to kiss him back.
Her pelvis was still hitting, hitting, hitting against him and then he changed his tempo in what could only be the anticipation of his own cumming.
“Do you want it in your pussy or in your month?” he said.
She added new fervor and said, “In my pussy.
Oh, shit, fill me up, honey.
Give me your cum.” With that, he made an aarrgh sound and plunged so deep that she screamed as if in pain, but it definitely was not pain.
I saw him tighten his legs and buttocks four or five times as he dumped his load deep into my wife.
Her legs were spread as wide as she could spread them but now she was no longer pumping and neither was he.
They just lay there together.
Bill said, “Sandy, that was the best fuck of my life.
I kid you not.
You are fantastic.” “Thanks,” she said, and she reached out for my hand again.
She turned her pretty face toward me and said, “Kiss me, honey,” which I gladly did.
Bill pulled out quietly.
I looked at his dripping cock, still huge but not totally erect anymore.
“I’m going to leave so you guys can enjoy your special night,” he said.
“Can I call you again tomorrow?” Sandy said, “Yes you can.
I might be sore but I want you to call.
Will you promise?” Bill was gone just a minute later, and I was ripping my Bermuda shorts off.
During the whole episode I had not played with myself in any way.
Now I was going to get in the game.
My cock was rock hard, and I was wondering what sloppy seconds would feel like.
But I looked into Sandy’s pussy and knew immediately that I didn’t want sloppy seconds.
I wanted to eat her.
I wanted to kiss and lick and smell that place of pleasure that lay there streched in front of my eyes.
I told her how beautiful she looked and started making big bottom to top licks across her pussy.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
Between slurps and kisses I told her I did.
“I do, too,” she said.
“I’m so happy we did this.
It was totally amazing and I don’t feel like we did anything wrong.” I didn’t feel like anything was wrong either.
I kept spreading her lips and slurping out nice gulps of thick, white cum.
When I thought I had a lot of his taste on my face and in my mouth I moved up and kissed her deeply.
As we kissed, my cock found the sloppy place and we just lay there together.
Her pussy didn’t have its familiar tight feeling but I already had other plans for my own load.
I got my cock all sloppy with his cum and brought it up to her face.
“Here, my love.
This is your final taste of Bill’s cum.
I want you to suck me off and enjoy the taste of both of us.” The phone rang the next morning at 10:00.
We were having a big room service breakfast.
We felt great, although one of us was a little sore.
I answered and it was Bill.
We have one more story.
We live our two stories every week when we make love, and every now and then she lets me have a mid-week session.
Come…for Me
Come…for Me A sweet submissive gets what she needs from a new source View Author’s Copyright Information Come for Me by WmCutterBlack Of course, there was no one in her hometown she could relate to, let alone her few friends.
So she bottled up all her urges and feelings during the day and, at night, alone in her apartment, she suffered the anguish of yearning.
There were occasional times when the frustration boiled over into anger.
There were other times when she cried.
And there were many times, she simply sat on her couch and stared straight ahead, seeing nothing.
In desperation, when it got too much to resist, she would seek out the like-minded on the Internet, shrugging her shoulders and consoling herself that maybe there she d find what she so wanted and needed.
The chat rooms were fun, for a little time, and eventually she even tried out Second Life and its bizarre stick figure sex as she called it.
But in the end, it never really gave her that much pleasure.
The problem was she needed to release her wantings, all of them, spiritual, mental, emotional, and, of course, physical.
She really had exhausted all the options, so she felt.
She d bought a few nice leather restraints and a collar, a few sex toys, but she couldn t get into masturbating without a real person commanding her what to do.
And most of all, she felt empty doing it to herself unless she knew, for sure, that someone else was getting pleasure from it, too.
She knew about cyber and phone sex.
Shyly, she d logged in to a few of the cam-sites, but that was empty, too.
Just guys jerking their cocks off and wanting her to talk dirty to them.
It didn t satisfy her, so she soon dropped off those websites.
One night, frustrated as always, and trying to stir up some feelings by looking at dominant-submissive porn which somehow was pixilating oddly, she received an online message from someone she didn t know.
Hi, I m the sysop.
You seem to be having some problems with receiving the images.
I ll adjust them for you.
Shocked at first, she almost logged off.
Oh, my god, she thought, a stranger knows I m looking at this stuff.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself a little before typing in the little message window.
It s okay.
I was just leaving anyway.
I want you to stay, the sysop replied.
You picked some of my favorite images to look at, you know.
They re beautiful, aren t they? Yes, she typed before she realized what she was doing.
You re a submissive yourself, aren t you? She gasped.
How could he even guess that? Again, her mind whirling, she typed in Yes and then with a shy smile added Sir .
Good, he replied.
Just a moment.
Type in this URL.
It s a special photograph just for us to share right now.
Her heart started beating faster and she didn t want to get creeped out, but she typed in the web address.
The picture showed a woman in shadows, kneeling on a carpet, a collar around her neck, hands behind her back.
That s you, came the message.
Isn t it? She hesitated a moment, but as she looked at the picture closer, her fingers automatically typed Yes, Sir.
Good, he repeated.
As she continued to stare at the picture, it dissolved into a similar one, but now a dark man stood behind the kneeling woman.
That s me, he typed.
Again, the photograph dissolved into a third.
One of the man s hands gripped the woman s hair tightly, pulling her head back slightly while his other hand dropped to cup her left breast.
She trembled before her computer screen, closing her eyes for a moment and not so surprising — felt her own nipples grow more sensitive and erect.
I want you he typed in the message box.
to keep watching.
The feelings inside her swirled.
She wanted to close the screen, log off, throw herself on her bed and cry, but at the same time, she wanted to follow his directions, to keep looking at what he was showing her.
As she dithered what to do, the photograph in front of her dissolved again into another picture.
The man in the picture was now liking the kneeling woman s naked shoulder, the hand on her breast had slid downward and now cupped her bare pussy, his thumb obviously rubbing her clitoris.
She couldn t help herself.
She just couldn t and felt her own hand sliding between her parted thighs.
A soft moan came from between her lips.
I want you like this, he d typed in the message box.
Her fingers shaking, with one hand she typed I want She moved her free hand up and down, feeling the hot wetness of herself, both shocked and tingling.
This was crazy, but it felt so good right now.
Again, the picture dissolved into another and another in rapid succession.
A close up of the man s thumb on the kneeling woman s clit, then the tumb still there, two curled fingers between her pussy lips.
I want you repeated his message.
like this.
She groaned, slipping two fingers inside her pussy, curling them up and massaging just behind her clit.
Her own thumb was rolling over her swollen clit.
I want you to move your fingers faster, he typed, but keep the touch on your clit gentle and light.
Her hand slid from pinching a nipple and she replied, Yes, Sir.
Then she returned to rubbing her breasts while her other hand caressed her pussy and clit.
I want you he repeated typing.
to come for me.
Her body began trembling from head to toes, she felt the build-up and as she kept fingering herself, she shook violently and rushed over the top of the abyss and felt the orgasm take her.
She was breathing in gasps and then slowly, so slowly, she felt herself calming down a little.
Her hand, still sticky, settled over the keyboard.
Oh, Sir, she typed.
Good, he replied.
I ll expect you tomorrow night.
I have other pictures.
Tomorrow night, same time, yes? She shivered.
Her fingers sought the keys again.
Yes, Sir.
END