Sweet Dreams for a Dickgirl

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Exhausted by the unexpected fuck fest with my best friend Amy, I descended rapidly into a torporous sleep drifting on waves of sexual pleasure and the narcotic buzz of marijuana.

My mind and body traveled into a deep dream state and I found myself on my back in a student bedroom in Paris, the walls covered in vintage French circus posters. To my left was an ashtray filled with filter less cigarettes and the stubs of several joints.

The air was filled with the aroma of fresh, layered on stale, marijuana as a naked girl with short, dark, bangs and sweaty globes of firm tit flesh straddled my legs in a perfect split.

The girl was fully impaled on my thick, straining, shaft; the moist lips of her pussy spread around my tapering base. Her boobs were disproportionately large for her slender torso and hung pendulously from their weight. Her straining, erect nipples extended from small puffy maroon areolae begging to be suckled.

Demonstrating her limberness, she groaned only slightly as she leaned to grab a cigarette which she dabbed into a saucer of finely ground hashish. She placed to cigarette to her full, bright red lips and lit it with a lighter she pulled from behind her.

She took a deep drag and held it in, further emphasizing the curves of her breasts, which rode high on her chest.

Exhaling, she tore off the glowing tip of the cigarette and placed it into the ashtray. She licked the tip of the remainder and again dipped it into the hash powder. She handed it to me then held the lighter to it.

I took a deep drag and before I could exhale, she leaned forward and kissed me wetly, allowing the smoke to flow into her mouth and lungs.

We passed the smoke back and forth never breaking our increasingly sloppy kiss. Finally, she sat back upright and blew the still billowing smoke to the ceiling.

My head spun and I settled into a soft, sensual fugue state focusing on the feeling of her athletic pussy on my erection. Her lips were very wet and splayed around the thick base of my cock.

She was stretched, but not overly so, and I could appreciate the delicious sensation of my full penetration as she started to rotate on my cock.

The girl brought her hands to her luscious breasts and hefted them as they bounced into her palms. Her bright red lips were formed into an O with her eyes shut tight as she used the heels of her spread legs against the mattress to slowly raise herself on my dick.

In a near trance I felt each vein on my cock pop from her soaking pussy as she raised up,my emerging fuck muscle shining from her copious juices.

Her hips writhed as she stopped her ascent teasing and tickling the head of my cock.

Reversing her movement she continued to roll her hips as she corkscrewed herself back down forcing more fluid oozing on my shaft ahead of her grasping pussy lips.

“Merde, I fucking love this big cock. So thick. So hard. So lovely on such a sexy big-titted girl.” she huffed in English she had learned from a tattoo artist boyfriend she had once dated in New York.

“Look at this shit” she exclaimed as she held her hands around her abdomen.

Through hooded lids I saw the outline of my throbbing cock embossed on her taut belly. It rose like a piston from the edges of her distended pussy lips and I could see the bulbous head approaching her navel as she pressed her pussy against my groin.

Bouncing slowly, her belly button peeked out each time she mashed herself down on me. She pressed her hands against her crotch and stroked me to even greater heights of passion as she continued to bounce on me.

“Merde! I can feel this fucking cunt wrecker through my guts.”

She put her hands behind her head and sat straight up on top of my urgent cock, which was beginning to leak her fluids down to my balls. She rocked back and forth using her heels as pivots to roll her narrow hips back and forth over the base of my dick causing her clit to rub on my groin.

Now her eyes were closed in a grimace as she rhythmically whined with each forward thrust.

Finally she brought her legs in, still straddling me, and thrust her hips percussively against the root of my cock. Her whines grew into wails as she felt the rise to her orgasm begin.

She brought her knees against my hips and started to raise and drop herself on my thick, vein-covered shaft made shiny by her erotic fluids.

Her movements grew in magnitude and intensity revealing more and more of my rampant wet dick until eight inches were showing on each thrust; the substantial remainder still outlined within her.

I reached up a grabbed her beautiful, full, round tits. She wailed in an extended scream when I pinched her nipples and she stared straight through me possessed by the triggering of her orgasm.

I lay back and watched as she continued to ride me through the overwhelming sensations coursing through her stoned body. An involuntary shudder began in her pussy and spread throughout her core. Her pussy yanked kağıthane escort on the root of my cock as her hips continued to spasm and she shrieked through the waves of her orgasm.

Her pussy leaked a heavy flow of her juices as it squeezed my dick in spasms of ecstasy.

As her orgasm began to recede she slowly emerged to her senses. With the return of voluntary movements she started to slow down but I wouldn’t allow it.

Gripped by an intolerable need to cum, I grabbed onto her hips and threw this petite, big-titted, ball of Fuck up and down on my cock like a rag doll.

I could hear the slapping of her wet pussy on my crotch each time I mashed her down on my angry dick, jacking it off with her tight cunt.

The wantonness of controlling this sexy fuck puppet to please my angry dick triggered the beginning of my orgasm. I raised my ass off the bed. I grabbed onto her harder and pulled her again and again onto my burgeoning dick, banging her and banging her.

She was now suspended on my raised midsection with her legs extended to her sides bouncing limply in time to my thrusts. Her head was lolling passively with her tongue extended, slowly drooling.

With one last depth-penetrating thrust, I came. My semen exploded out the end of my marijuana-fueled erection deep into her pussy and I pulled her dripping gash back and forth against by abdomen in time with each shot of my ejaculate.

The feeling of my ropes of cum shooting into the depths of her perfect French cunt, her swollen clit rubbing against my raised abdomen, brought the girl suddenly back to awareness of the stretching of her stuffed pussy. She screamed and came hard one last time. Her sex fluids mixed with my thick semen and oozed out of her still stretched pussy adding a sexual funk to the cloud of pot in the room.

In a glow, we slowed our pace and I let go of her hips.

Finally, she slumped forward onto me. We lay with our sweaty breasts sliding against each other as we caught our breath. We kissed sloppily, small involuntary erotic spasms still occasionally wracking our genitals.

Finally, she rolled off of me causing a moist sucking sound as my receding but still turgid cock slid from her. Her unplugged pussy gushed a river of our fluids down my dick before she collapsed next to me.

She nestled her back against my breasts and pulled my arm around her shoulders then she reached over to her night table and lit a cigarette.

The girl of my dream was Sophie, a beautiful French student at the Sorbonne; also a member of a street performance troupe who I met the summer after I graduated college.

One of my photography professors who I fucked now and then had offered to set me up with an internship at a fashion magazine in Paris where one of his friends was on staff.

Three months later I found myself in the Louvre.

I had settled into an apartment overlooking the Seine. My internship exposed me to an array of Beautiful People in the French fashion world as well as the practical side of professional photography. In my spare time I roamed the streets with my camera snapping pics of the locals and surrounding architecture.

I had self-consciously modeled my look after Franciose Hardy the beautiful singer and muse of the Paris mod scene of the sixties — when in Rome they say.

Dark, straight, hair hung just past shoulder length. Bold, clean brows arched over my dark eyes enhanced with black liner and mascara to dramatically contrast with my pale skin. A tight black turtleneck sweater, flared leather biker pants, and a loose-fitting, belted mohair coat down to my calves and black leather boots completed the look.

I wore my camera under the coat, slung across one shoulder.

I wandered the halls looking at the stylish museum-goers as much as the art. Turning the corner into the next gallery my eye was immediately drawn to a striking girl across the room looking closely at a painting. Short and petite but buxom, with dark eyes, forceful brows, and red gloss on succulent lips. Her hair was short and dark with bobbed bangs, a tight Mariner blouse stretched by generous round boobs, with horizontal blues stripes on white cotton, tight black skirt above the knees, and delicate, strapped black heels over black stockings.

Despite her small size, to me she seemed to dominate the energy of the room even from the corner where she stood.

I began a little dance; circling the room looking at paintings in the opposite direction of this girl who I had already started to wrap up in a romantic myth in my mind.

I stepped back as she approached, allowing her to pass, sending a subconscious signal of my awareness of her presence. Although we both stayed focused on the portrait in front of us a connection had been made.

After a brief moment I disengaged, continuing on and drifting into the next gallery. A few minutes later the beautiful pixie entered and began surveying the art following behind me. About a third elit escort istanbul of the way around the room she had gained on me until we were again looking at the same portrait.

“Such a beautiful blush on her cheeks,” she breathed as her bosom swelled. Her accent was French, delicate, and refined.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I replied pointedly as I looked down into her moist brown eyes.

She looked back at me grinning with a blush that was in fact, beautiful. My gaze was drawn to the luscious cleavage revealed by her off the shoulder blouse.

Pleased that she had caught me admiring her body she scanned my ample breasts. They were emphasized by the vertical ribs of my knit turtleneck bending to accommodate them and accented by my braless, and growingly aroused, nipples.

As she returned to look at the painting she took a step back, silently creating an intimacy between us. After a few moments she stepped to the next piece and I followed.

There, she eyed the painting closely and again stepped back into me. I felt her round bottom brush against me.

“Are you a photographer? That’s quite a lens you have,” she said as she winked at me over her shoulder, her tone displaying bemusement mixed with pleasant surprise.

She laughed at her own double entendre taking the camera from under my coat and holding it to her eye. The gesture pulled me against her and, catching my wits, I enfolded her in my coat placing my hands on her hips from behind.

We stayed together like that as we moved through several more paintings getting bolder at each stop. By the time I had my hands crossed on her abdomen, her head was nestled back against my breasts. My cock had also started to swell and had become the focus of both of our attentions.

“I do love the classics, but I find these days that I appreciate contemporary art more and more,” she said absently as she slowly pressed her ass against me. It was so ripe and delicious that I could distinctly feel each of her cheeks on my thighs.

“I agree. In fact, since I have been in Paris I have become very interested in performance art,” I replied bringing my hands up to hold her just below her breasts; my hands hidden by my coat.

By that point I had become rather erect and I could feel her knees weaken as she swooned back into my crotch and I pressed it against her.

“Performance art, we do seem to have some things in common,” she said as she turned to face me and placed her hand on my turgid boner through my tight leather pants.

“I think you’ll find we have much in common and some important differences.” I told her as I grasped her hand and led her to the exit of the gallery.

We left the museum giggling like old friends and she led me to a scooter parked on the sidewalk around the corner. She put on her helmet and swung her leg over the seat as she motioned for me to get on behind her.

We rode along the Seine with my hands on her shoulders and that juicy buttocks against my crotch.

She crossed over to the Rive Gauche near my apartment and continued on following the river until she pulled over to the curb. She let me off, jumped the scooter onto the sidewalk, and locked her helmet to it.

We walked with our arms around each other’s waists as she led me to a doorway and inside a dark, narrow staircase to her apartment.

At her door she turned to me and stood on tiptoes seeking a first kiss. I leaned down to her, put my hands on hers hips, and pressed my lips to hers.

Our tongues danced for a few moments before she pulled away and let us into her flat.

Once inside her apartment she fixed us drinks and set about rolling a few joints without saying a word. She broke open a couple of Gauloise cigarettes and spilled the tobacco onto a saucer. She then ground some hashish into another saucer and filled a wrapping paper with a mix of the two.

Sophie licked the first joint sealing it, then handed it to me with a lighter. I took a couple deep drags on it as she rolled the next joint.

My buzz set in while Sophie finished rolling a third joint. I stood and took off my coat then wandered through the room observing her various note books and enjoying her circus art.

Sophie came up behind me with a lit joint in her hand in her left hand held like a cigarette. She took short, dainty puffs on it and, reaching up with her free right hand, she cupped and caressed my right breast from behind.

She tickled the nipple, which filled in response to her teasing, making a distinct impression on my soft ribbed sweater. She saw me studying the art on her walls comprised of vintage circus posters filled with surprisingly erotic scenes of acrobats, animal tamers, contortionists, clowns, and sword swallowers.

“I see you are a fan of the performing arts,” she said continuing to play with my nipple, which was now straining under her ministrations.

She explained that she was part of a small circus troupe that performed on the streets fatih escort for thrown change. Their act was influenced by the images before us.

“I wish I had some of those talents,” I said commenting on a drawing of a topless contortionist bent backwards one hand touching the ground.

The back of the contortionist’s head was nestled into her buttocks and her rosy breasts hung from her inverted chest. Her legs were covered in harlequin patterned tights. Her other hand wrapped around her waist gesturing towards her pussy covered in maroon panties over her tights.

“Perhaps I can help you with your flexibility,” she said putting her joint in her teeth. She placed her hands on my waist and moved to and fro. She slid her right hand to the front, firmly grasping my dick. She moved my hips in growing circles while rubbing my cock. Finally, she gave me an ass-smack through the tight leather covering my taught cheeks.

“In the meantime, you can be in the freak show.”

Sophie led me to the center of the room. She took her joint back from her teeth and held it to my mouth from behind me. I took a drag and then she brought it to her bright red lips. She took a short drag and puffed it out like a secretary on smoke break. She snubbed it in an ashtray on a coffee table. I took a quick puff off my joint then did the same.

Sophie then stood in front of me with a Cheshire grin and told me, “It’s time for your audition.”

She took the bottom of my sweater and raised it slowly up my abdomen bringing it to rest above my breasts. My nipples were fully engorged at this point and Sophie delightedly licked and nipped at them.

Finally, she took the sweater off and flung it onto a sofa. Looking into my eyes she undid the button at the waist of my pants and slowly pulled the zipper down over my full erection.

She rubbed my engorged penis through my lacy black panties. She could feel and see the firm veins through the lingerie and ran her bright red painted fingernails across them.

She unzipped and removed my boots then peeled the leather trousers down my thighs and helped them off of me. She stood back and eyed me admiringly, now in only my panties, appearing incongruously dainty for the menacing hard on straining them.

‘Mon dieu!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Such a beautiful freak. You are a dream. You make me so wet.”

She took my hand and brought it under her skirt. With her free hand she pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and used the index finger of the hand she held to slowly run between her moist lips.

Her pussy bloomed around my finger and she used it to trace the annulus of her vagina. She took on an expression of need as I continued to circle her delicate, wet entrance.

She stepped back and faced me as she took off her blouse. Her full bosom challenged her bra, making wide curves in its cups and spilling out into luscious cleavage between them.

She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her boobs which hung down just slightly, their globular weight suspended from her chest, invitingly juicy. Her puffy areolas and taut nipples strained out from the smooth surface of her breasts as if begging to be suckled.

At long last she took her skirt off and I could appreciate the lines of her petite, gymnastic body. Her waist tapered in from her generous bust to a width I could almost wrap my hands around then flared back out to pronounced, lithe, hips supporting the pert ass I had felt against me in the museum.

Her abdomen was tight but feminine, ending in an exquisitely formed wedge, which revealed her sensitive pussy lips. Her legs were thin and shapely but were well muscled betraying a sense of strength.

She stepped to me and rubbed her front across mine. Going up on tiptoes her breasts met mine and our nipples played across each other setting off jolts of arousal each time they flicked against one another.

She craned her neck up and our lips met in a sensual pot tinged kiss. Her tongue reached out for mine and we nibbled at each other’s lips.

“Let’s see this snake,” she whispered as she lowered off her toes.

She gently grabbed the waist of my panties and pulled them away from me allowing my turgid penis to emerge. When the head was exposed she took an admiring inhale of breath.

She continued to take my panties down and I stepped out of them, my hard cock waving from side to side as I did, the foreskin pulled back by the swelling of its oblong head.

“This is beautiful!” she cried when she stood back to admire my long, thick, throbbing cock.

“It is truly magnifique, so strong and scary. This cock could rule the world.”

She reached out and slowly wrapped her hands around my shaft. She probed the threatening veins with her fingertips. She leaned forward and gently suckled just the head with wet lips and tongue.

I could say I was embarrassed by the praise Sophie lavished on my cock but the truth is I was used to this kind of reaction and it made me feel powerful. I let her play with and worship it for a few moments.

“Not bad for a freak,” I smirked as Sophie continued to gape at me with her stoned eyes momentarily opened wide.

“Not bad at all. I think I could make you a star in our little troupe.”

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Dr. Harden at Your Service Ch. 07

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~ Adora and Cee Cee are made to pleasure one another in front of the doctor. Then later Cee Cee is made to belly dance in front of the doctor.

The doctor and Master gives one another pleasure in front of Cee Cee before she is put in the room of shame again. ~

The sound of birds chirping woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I was still laying next to Adora looking at her softness.

“Did you sleep well, Cee Cee?”

“Yes, I did. How about you?”

“Yes. It was as wonderful as our night together.”

Part of me could not help to extend that night of pleasure as I kept looking at her bossom. I started to kiss her and showed how much I love taking her softness into my mouth. She moaned and held my head in place wanting more.

“Mmmm… Oooohh… Someone is hungry this morning. Mmmm…”

Before long, I was kissing her from neck to her thighs. She was wet by the time I got down to her thighs. I was happy to see that I could please her.

“What should I do next, Adora?”

“Need you ask?”

She sat up a little, opened her legs, guided my head to her flower and I did my best to make her moan endlessly. I was starting her day right. Minutes later, I felt her quivering and then let out a loud scream. It sounded wonderful to me. I looked at her relishing the sensation for a moment before I had my tongue do some more morning exercise to make her shake and scream some more.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! OOOOOHH… Mmmmm… Ssssss…”

I wanted to make her scream some more, but she closed her legs and turned over to keep me from doing any more to her sensitive spot. Then I began to kiss her back and rubbed her legs. My morning is complete knowing Adora is happy.

“Someone is wet for attention, I see. Lay down.”

I laid down and she pushed my legs up. Her hands stayed in place to keep my legs where she wanted them before she made me moan the way she was earlier. She kept teasing me with her mischievous tongue for a bit. Then I started to quiver and she held my legs tightly in place to prevent me from closing up.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAHHH!! Mmmmm… Oooooohh…”

She watched me catch my breath before she made me climax again. What I could not do to her, she did to me. I screamed and shaked three times in a row for her. Afterwards, she ran her hands up and down my upper legs as she looked at my body lay there weak and open to her every whim.

“My my my. Someone is quite sensitive down there. Are you ready for a shower together?”

“Mmmm… Yes. Mmmm…”

It was nice to lather her up with soap. She moaned as my hands ran all over her slippery body. We kissed and held one another as the warm water showered our sensual bodies. I wonder if my Master would enjoy seeing us together this way.

We made breakfast together after a steamy shower. I learned how to make crêpes wrapped around bananas and fresh strawberries with a dollop of whip cream while the frittata was slowly cooked in a deep skillet before it is put into an oven. Sour cream, green onions, red bell peppers, spices and cheese were mixed together in a medium sized bowl. The yellow, white, beşiktaş escort red, green and specks of black pepper could be seen easily. It looked good and I was ready to taste the multi-layer of flavors.

She asked me during our tasty breakfast about what I would think if she could move into my Master’s home or at least show up more often. At first, the idea sounded great. Then I was thinking if my Master would like that and idea of sharing him with someone else. Someone else pleasing him other than me did not seem to be a good idea. I had mixed emotions.

My Master would love the idea of teasing me by having someone else pleasure him. It is hard for me to see someone else please him except for me, but I know that loves to tease me in such a way and like the fact that I do everything he tells me to do. I do not enjoy staying with anyone else except my Master, but I do it knowing it pleases him. He denies me of being fulfilled with his hot cream often so that I would enjoy it that much more when I do receive his wet gift. Anything he denies me of that I want so much from him is his way of seeing how much I love what I do for him. It pleases him greatly that I work hard to earn his attention. The feeling I get inside for getting his hard attention is difficult to explain. I love every second of his manhood inside of me. He knows how much I enjoy it and loves to see how hard I work to earn relief from him.

The day went by quickly with her cleaning the house, us cooking together and making sure I practice belly dancing properly for my Master. There were so many times I wanted to make her melt with my tongue, but I held back. She could have done anything to me in between what she was doing, but she also held back her cravings to see me laying weak at her mercy. All that energy was waiting to burst out and it did when it was time for us to go to bed. It was another passionate night and we both enjoyed every second of it.

Time flew by quickly as Friday night came in a blink of an eye. Dr. Harden came back as the thunderous storm brought an air of tension. I was nervous and Adora told me to relax. She told me it will be alright because she is there.

The doctor had me give him a shower. In the process, he made me pleasure him. Then made me scream as he thrust in between my legs.

“You have been waiting for my attention, yes?”

“Yes. Mmmm… I have been waiting for your attention, Master Harden.”

This time he spurted his juices all on my leg. I was surprised and he gave a smile.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, Master Harden. I enjoyed that. Thank you, Master Harden.”

When we came out, he sat on a chair with his bath robe open and made Adora and I pleasure ourselves. He wanted to watch us become wet and moan in front of him. After a while, he had me come kneel down and stiffen him up. Then he had me watch as he approached Adora on the bed. He pushed his way into her wetness and made her relieve him.

“Did you enjoy my relief, Cee Cee?”

“Yes, Master Harden. I enjoyed your relief. Thank you, Master Harden.”

“Good. You will get to see more of this istanbul escort tonight.”

He had me pleasure him in all different ways, but at the end, he would let Adora receive all his cream in between her soaking wet legs. There was a mix of relief and shame knowing he was not doing the things he did before, but was still trying to show me that I did not deserve his relief inside of me regardless of how much I work for it. I know he is doing this to keep up his part in training me. If it was outside of this situation that I had got myself in then he would be very generous.

I will be glad when this night is over. The doctor is to meet my Master for lunch tomorrow. There was some relief, but also sadness knowing I may not get to see Adora again. She told me not to worry and that she will figure out a way to have us together again. I went to sleep having some comfort knowing that she will do her best to make that happen.

The next morning, the doctor had me clean up to head to the kitchen for breakfast. He skipped his usual routine and I was glad to see Adora in the kitchen preparing another mouth-watering meal. Except this time, the doctor had me sit in that special chair again with my legs open. I could see them both looking at me. I think they were enjoying the position I was in more than their food.

When we were done with our food, Adora cleaned up and told me she will see me again soon before she left. I wanted to cry knowing she had to leave, but was also excited that I would see her again and that I will see my Master in a few hours. Until it was time to leave, the doctor had me belly dance for him. Once he was aroused enough, he made me pleasure him some more.

“Oooooohh… You will have the pleasure of all my attention before it is time for me to take you home. Faster. Yes. Mmmm…”

Every time he unloaded onto a towel, I could not help to think how much my Master loves to tease me by denying me his relief. I was counting the minutes till it was time to go home. The doctor put a plug in my anus and had my wet flower holding onto a short, prickly, rubber toy before I put my clothes on and headed home.

When we arrived home, I was hoping that the doctor would leave soon after having lunch, but I doubt that will be the case.

“Hello Al! How are you doing?”

“I am good, Lucius. How about you?”

“Not bad myself, Al. The nurse you sent over was very enjoyable. The maid was great too.”

Did I hear my Master correctly? Is this the same maid that came to the doctor’s house?

“Did you miss me, Cee Cee?”

“Yes, Master. I missed you very very much.”

“Good. Now take your clothes off and stay on all fours.”

I did so without haste to show how ready I was to please him. Then he noticed I was filled.

“I took the liberty of filling her up for you, Lucius.”

“Thank you, Al. She needs to earn my attention. Come into the dining room. Lunch is ready.”

I followed behind them on my hands and knees. Does my Master think I have been bad? What did the doctor tell him? There was fear that he would not let me touch him or even look at bakırköy escort him. This is worse than him giving me lashes.

After lunch, my Master wanted to show his thanks to the doctor. He knew how I would feel to see someone else pleasuring him. It was his way of teasing me and punishing me at the same time.

“Let me help you with your pants, Al.”

My Master unzipped the doctor’s pants and let it fall to the floor. Then he pushed the boxer shorts down to gaze at the softness. He was on his knees giving the doctor much pleasure.

“Ooooooohh… Mmmm… Lucius. Ooooohh… You are much too kind. Mmmmm…”

“The pleasure is all mine, Al. Mmmm…”

When the doctor was ready for relief, my Master removed his pants and got on his knees next to the sofa. He had his upper body laying on the sofa as he showed his back door filled with a thick, hard vibrator. Dr. Harden knelt down, slid the toy in and out for a bit before he slid himself in with a condom.

“OOOOOOHHH… You feel so goooood, Al. Mmmm…”

They took turns relieving one another as I was on my knees a few feet away from them. I could not believe my eyes. The more relief he received from the doctor, the less relief I would get from him. He made me watch as my body showed signs of discomfort.

“Are you enjoying me giving your Master relief, Cee Cee?”

“Yes, Master Harden. I enjoy seeing my Master receiving relief from you, Master Harden.”

“Show the good doctor your thanks for taking you in for a week, Cee Cee.”

I crawled over to give the doctor my thanks with my mouth. Then when he was ready for relief, he slid into my Master’s back door. Afterwards, he cleaned himself up and thanked my Master for a nice lunch and left.

“Did you enjoy seeing him give me pleasure, Cee Cee?”

“Yes, Master. I enjoyed seeing him give you pleasure, Master.”

“The doctor has told me everything. You had been naughty a few times. I should have you in the room of shame for that.”

“No, Master. No. I did not mean to be naughty. I… I…”

“Enough of your stuttering. You shall come with me to the room of shame.”

I followed him to the room with fear, but was glad that I was home with him again. He gave me about 20 lashes with the thin whip and made me tell him everything that I did wrong during my stay with the doctor.

“You know very well what you did wrong. Now you will suffer the consequences.”

He hanged me against the wall spread out in an X form.

“You shall stay wet for me, but do not dare drop this.”

He removed the piece that Dr. Harden had put in me and replaced it with a thicker piece. Then he told me that he will be back when it is dinner time. Until then, I was to hang in shame for what I did. As if that was not enough, he had me watch a video of him receiving pleasure from the nurse and the maid. He told me that he will be testing me afterwards to make sure that I watch every bit of it before he left the room.

I was very wet knowing how much he enjoyed teasing me this way, but I also had to be careful not to get too wet or I would lose grip of the toy he wanted me to hold onto. My emotions ran wild filled with shame, relief, anticipation, love and craving for my Master’s hard attention. The clock on the wall taunts me as I hang in shame for hours to please my loving Master. He holds his emotions back very well.

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Alicia was a 19 year old college freshman on a mission.

It was a Dorm room dare to steal a bottle of Tequila from a local liquor store. As she entered the store, the store owner, a man more than twice her age asked Alicia if she needed any help.

Alicia smiled and said, “no thanks, just looking.”

Rick, the store owner went back to his books at the counter.

It was 8:50 at night, almost closing time. Alicia located the Tequila on the back isle and calmly slid it inside her winter jacket. She nervously walked towards the front door and waved at Rick, “goodnight.”

As she reached for the door knob, to her surprise, the door was locked.

Rick cleared his throat, and said, “Excuse me, I believe you have something of mine?”

Alicia tried to play innocent. “What are you talking about?” she asked.

Rick just told her that the cops would be right here to straighten this out.

Alicia started to cry and begged Rick not to call the police.

“It was just a prank,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Here,” she said as she handed Rick the bottle. “It won’t happen again.”

Rick told her “I know it won’t,” as he picked up the phone.

“Please no,” Alicia cried.

“Have you been in trouble with the police before?” Rick asked.

Alicia hung her head low and mumbled “Yes.”

Rick hung up the phone and grabbed Alicia by the jacket and told her to “Come here!”

Rick asked if she had anything else on her that she was hiding.

Alicia told him no but Rick didn’t believe her. “Show me,” he said. “I want you to get undressed,” as he took a seat in a nearby chair.

“Right here?”, she asked.

“Unless you would rather do it in jail.” Rick exclaimed.

Alicia bayrampaşa escort slowly took off her coat and handed it to Rick.

“Shoes and socks,” Rick spouted with authority.

“Keep going,” Rick insisted.

Alicia started sobbing as she undid her blouse exposing her cute little bra.

Rick yelled at her to be quiet. “You have to learn.”

Alicia held back the tears as she un buttoned her pants and slowly slid them down. Alicia stepped out of her pants and stood there, in her bra and panties with her toes slightly pointed in.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Rick asked.

Alicia hung her head, reached back and undid her bra. She slid the straps over her shoulders and the bra fell to the floor. She stood there with her arms across her breasts When Rick yelled at her, “Come here!”

Alicia took a step and stopped.

“Come here!”

Alicia stood in front of him wearing only her panties.

Rick ordered her to put her arms to her side. She slowly lowered her arms exposing her perky breasts for the first time.

Rick reached up with both hands and gently touched her firm breasts and ran his fingers over her nipples that were now hard.

Rick sat upright in the chair and told Alicia that theft was wrong and she needed to be punished for her crime.

“A good spanking,” he said. “Maybe you will learn from that.”

Rick grabbed Alicia’s wrists and hand cuffed them in front of her.

“I want you to take down your panties and lay across my knees,” Rick said calmly.

Alicia again began to sob and begged, “Pleeeease.”

Rick told her that he wouldn’t tell her again. and pointed to his lap.

Alicia slowly pulled escort bayan istanbul her panties down exposing her clean shaven pussy.

As her panties fell around her ankles, Rick grabbed Alicia’s hand and guided her across his knee.

With her hands handcuffed, Alicia was helpless to Rick’s hand.

Shestarted to squirm as she felt Rick’s hand touch her firm ass for the first time.

He told her that the bottle she was trying to steel cost $25.00.

“One slap across the ass for each dollar value will suffice,” Rick said, “Unless you try and fight me.”

“Understand?”

“Yes,” Alicia said softly.

“I can’t hear you!” Rick said as he spread her cheeks wide.

“Yes,” as she fought back the tears from hear eyes.

Rick’s first blow of the hand was hard and Alicia screamed.

“Shut up, and take your punishment!” as he landed the second blow.

Alicia lost count at the hands of a stranger. The pain and humiliation of being spanked completely naked my a man she met just minutes ago.

Rick stopped for a minute and Alicia thought it was over.

Rick’s right hand rubbed her tight ass softly, then probed her pussy lips for the opening.

“Are you hiding anything in here?” as he slid his finger easily into her wet pussy.

Alicia moaned as he stuck two fingers inside of her. He worked them in and out, then slowly pulled them out to taste her sweet juices.

Rick asked Alicia “Are you ready for the rest of her lashings?”

“You still have seven more left.”

Alicia begged him, “Please no,” as the first of the seven hit hard.

Alicia lay there, exhausted after the punishment had been delivered. Her ass was bright red and felt taksim vip escort as though it was on fire.

Rick pushed her off his knees to the floor where she lay on her back with her hands covering her pussy.

Unconsciously, Alicia found herself touching her wet pussy and masturbating from the excitement.

Rick immediately caught this and told her to continue.

Rick stood up and pulled down his pants exposing his throbbing meat.

He knelt next to Alicia’s head and began to stroke his hard cock.

Rick told her that if she was to cum for him, that she was free to go. If she was to fake it, the punishment would continue.

Alicia rubbed her pussy not believing how wet she was. She rubbed her clit as she watched Rick jack off just inches from her face.

She had never seen a cock that big before and it excited her even more. Alicia imagined how full she would feel with Rick deep inside of her.

Harder and faster she rubbed as she felt herself starting to cum.

Rick reached down and squeezed her tit as he came all over Alicia’s face. Rick then layed his hot cum filled cock on Alicia’s lips.

Alicia took his cock into her mouth as she moaned with excitement. She felt herself coming, but this time it was different.

“I’m gonna squirt,” she screamed as she felt her flood gates open.

Several minutes went by with complete silence. Rick looked down at Alicia’s cum covered face and told her that she was free to go.

Alicia looked up, ashamed at what had just transpired and held her arms out so that her cuffs may be removed.

Rick unlocked her restraints and got dressed.

Alicia quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed as quickly as possible, not worrying about her bra.

Alicia stood at the door, her head hung low, and softly told him, “I’m sorry.”

Rick opened the door just a crack, grabbed the bottle of tequila and stuck it inside her jacket.

He kissed her on the cheek and said, “Feel free to shoplift here anytime.”

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I met Celeste at a party my friend Jerry invited me to. Given that Jerry happens to be gay, I already knew what kind of party it would be. But I let him talk me into going, because he said that some of the bi chicks didn’t mind playing with straight guys like me. And I might get lucky and find two who wanted to share. Besides, he felt I needed to change the type of women I dated, because all my relationships were short lived. He also told me many times that I should try the same side of the fence, and had even offered to show me himself. Still, while I was sometimes curious what kind of thrill he got out of sucking cock, I wasn’t desperate enough for love to go there.

Anyway, when I saw her, I swear I fell in love, or at least serious lust, at first sight. Tall, dark black with flawless skin, nice tits, and the best looking ass I’d ever seen in person. Although I hadn’t met her yet, and had never dated a black girl before either, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, because she was gorgeous. She must have felt my gaze burning her ass cheeks, or the person she was talking to told her, because she turned and laughingly told me to take a picture, it would last longer.

That’s what I did too, lifted up my phone, and said that if she was sure she didn’t mind, I’d love to have her beautiful ass as my screen saver. After giving me a couple of sexy poses that really showed off her body, she of course wanted to see the results. And after telling me I had a pretty good eye for framing, she finally introduced herself and asked if I was a photographer. I told her no, I just knew what I liked looking at. Then I said she must be used to men staring, and was obviously a model who knew how to pose for the camera.

She said she did some modeling, but would never be famous, because she refused to do lingerie shots. I asked why not, and she said she was a little shy and too old fashioned to take off her clothes on camera. Then before I could give her the lines about having nothing to be shy about, she changed the subject by asking if I was part of the community. I knew she meant LGBTQ, since Jerry talked about the community all the time. And when I told her no, I was just a guest that came with Jerry, she said that was too bad, because I was kind of cute. Then she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, told me to enjoy the party, and went back to join her friends.

Well, her walking away, sort of killed a lot of my joy, but it was obvious that chasing her wouldn’t get me anywhere tonight. Jerry said the same thing, when I caught up with him later, that I wasn’t her type. When I asked if it was because I was white, he said no, it was that I was straight, and she never dated anyone outside the community. I asked if it was because she was only into women, and he told me I was way off base. She did swing with other women from time to time, but she was way more into men, just not straight men. So it would probably be best if I forgot about her, and looked for someone who would fuck straight guys. He might even be able to help me identify some of them, if I needed him to, since preferences weren’t always obvious with this group.

Before Celeste, I would have gladly taken home half the girls he pointed out to me. But, who would be satisfied with mere mortals after having met a goddess? And, whenever I wasn’t following Jerry around, my eyes were following her around the room. Thankfully Celeste left with another girl, because I don’t think I could have handled seeing her with some other guy. Look, I know what you’re thinking, that I was just interested in her body. If that were the case, why didn’t I take one of the other girls home, since some of their bodies were just as hot? And if you think it was the color of her skin, you’d be wrong there too. There was just something about Celeste, something I can’t explain, and despite only having talked to her for 5 minutes; I knew I wanted her in my life.

Monday at work, when I asked him to help set me up with her, Jerry repeated what he’d told me at the party. I wasn’t her type, and chasing her would only end in heartbreak for me. I asked if he meant she’d cheat on me, and he said she was the most loyal person he knew, when she was in a relationship. And, if I ever did get into a relationship with her, she’d make me a very happy man. But, if I thought I could convince her to change her mind about only dating people in the community, I was sadly mistaken. And her shooting me down, over and çapa escort over, is what would break my heart. So, he’d tell me again, forget about her and find someone else to obsess about.

I didn’t stop obsessing, and while it took almost two weeks of pretty much begging him, Jerry finally did get me a date with her. However, he did warn me that Celeste had only agreed, so she could tell me herself why things would never work out between us. The first thing she said, when we were seated at the restaurant, was that it wasn’t a lack of attraction. She was sure that part of my infatuation with her, was that I’d felt it that night, which is why I thought we’d be good together. The problem though, was that I didn’t understand her, or the lifestyle she’d chosen, and all the attraction in the world couldn’t fix that. That was why she refused to get involved with anyone outside the community, because only those who were in it could truly understand.

When she saw my confusion, she said that was why she agreed to this date, because she liked me enough to try and explain it to me. She said that knowing she was bisexual didn’t bother me, because I only thought about it one way. That having a bisexual girlfriend would be great, because she’d bring her girlfriends to the house for us to share. But, she liked men too, and would want to bring them to our bed as well, also for us to share. I mean, if she brought another girl to our bed, I’d expect her to eat that girl’s pussy, and lick us both clean after I fucked her. Was I ready to do the same if she brought a guy to the house, suck his cock, and lick both of them clean like she’d lick the girl?

People in the community understood that, since they practiced the truest form of equality between the sexes. Men like me, from outside their world; thought equality was a one way street. And, when she asked for that equality, I’d either refuse to participate, or I’d resent her for demanding it from me. So, while she really did like me, and wished things could work out between us, my friend was right, I should look for someone who wanted the same things I did. Then, since we’d already finished eating our food, she asked if I could take her home.

When we got to her house though, things got out of hand real quickly, because the cheek kiss she was going to give me was too close to my lips. Next thing you know, our tongues were down each other’s throats, and Celeste was trying blindly to find her keys, without breaking our kiss. Once we were inside, I had her backed up against the wall, and my hands were caressing the ass that had haunted my dreams for the last two weeks. When I tried to move them around front though, she grabbed them and slid them up to her tits, saying it was the wrong time, and she was a mess down there. Then, while I was working on getting her blouse out of the way, she sexily whispered that it wasn’t the wrong time for her mouth, as her hands moved to pull down my zipper.

After reaching inside to play with my steel hard cock, she maneuvered me over to the couch, and knelt to take my pants off completely. Then, looking deep into my eyes, she slid her lips over the head of my dick, moaning as loud as I did. I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but I never had anyone make love to my cock the way Celeste did. Taking me deep into her throat, nibbling on the ridge underneath and swirling her tongue all around it whenever it was in her mouth. Always soft, always slow, and always with her beautiful eyes locked to mine to show me how much she enjoyed sucking me.

She took her time too, driving me crazy for over 20 minutes, before asking if I had enough and was ready to cum in her mouth for her. I was in no condition to speak, just moan, which she said she’d take as a yes, then began sucking my sperm up from my balls to where she wanted it. I almost passed out from the intensity of my orgasm, and Celeste prolonged it by continuing to softly suck me until there was nothing left. When she came up to lie in my arms, I still hadn’t found my voice, but I did find my tongue well enough to kiss her deeply, despite what she had in her mouth.

Such an awesome blowjob definitely deserved a reward, and I began kissing my way down her body to eat her pussy until she was the one to pass out. But when my hand went to the snap on her designer jeans, she started begging me not to, because she really was a mess down there. I just told her that her period wouldn’t stop me, and istanbul escort bayan continued what I was doing. I won’t call what I did rape, because even though she broke out in tears, she still raised her hips to help me when I started sliding her jeans off. That’s where I stopped, when her panties and what they were hiding popped into view and where Celeste wailed as her waterworks turned on full blast.

That’s what she’d been trying to keep me from finding out, and why she only dated men from inside the community. It was only between 4 and 5 inches long, and a little thicker than my thumb, but it was a cock, and Celeste was really a man, not the beautiful woman I was falling in love with. And that’s what was going through my mind at the moment, why had I been falling in love with her? Because of her body, or because of who she was as a person? The answer was that I had been falling for her even without the sex, and had she put me off for months, I would still have kept chasing her. As I said about the party, I’d seen other girls with bodies just as good, and couldn’t bring myself to take them home. So, there was more to my feelings for her than just her body, or the awesome blowjob she’d just finished giving me.

And with the sounds of her broken heart, yes still her to me, ringing in my ears I did the only thing I could and that was to take her oversize “clit” between my lips, and try to return the pleasure she’d given me. True, I might hate myself in the morning for doing this, but I’d hate myself even more if I pushed her away and abandoned her to her pain. Her first reaction, besides stopping her tears, was to stroke my hair softly while calling me baby. Then she said I didn’t have to do that because accepting her was enough, although she’d love it if I did keep going. And, having already made the decision to go this far, I was bound and determined to take her to the finish line.

The mechanics of sucking her cock weren’t that hard to master, even though it would take time to get anywhere as good as she was. Especially since it was a relatively small one, and didn’t even trigger my gag reflex when I took the whole thing in my mouth. The emotional side of it though, was a completely different story, because I was way outside my comfort zone, and knew I’d never be the same after this. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy feeling it slide over my tongue, or her moans of delight when I did something she liked. And I was actually looking forward to having her cum in my mouth and swallowing her sperm the way she’d done mine.

Instead, I’m talking about the fact that I was now a cocksucker and wondering if people would be able to tell that when they looked at me. And whether it was a permanent change, and I’d start wanting to suck cock all the time, or if I’d be so disgusted with myself later, that I’d be afraid to show my face in public after this. That train of thought was interrupted by a change in Celeste’s movements, her grabbing my head and humping upwards against my mouth, the same way most girls did when I ate their pussies. The only real difference was the pulsing I felt on my tongue, right before Celeste screamed in orgasm and filled my mouth full of sticky goo.

Feeling that I needed it at the moment, Celeste was quick to wrap her arms around me and start kissing me, while telling me how much of a beautiful man I was. Then when the kissing broke, she asked if I was Ok enough to make love to her, because she wanted to give me everything she had to give. However, when she got the KY out of her night table and went to get on her hands and knees, I stopped her, saying I wanted to make love to her like the woman she was. She caught on right away, and said it might get messy that way, because she came sometimes just from getting fucked. And I came back by saying that if I could handle her cumming in my mouth, a little sperm on my chest wouldn’t bother me.

It was truly making love too, to a woman with the tightest and most responsive pussy in the world. Because regardless of her anatomy, Celeste was a woman in every way, from how she kissed and how she caressed me, to her sweet whispers about how wonderful my cock felt inside her. Maybe that was what attracted me to her in the first place, how feminine she was compared to all the other women I saw. And because of that, even with having sucked her cock mere minutes before, I felt more like a man than ever. A man making love to a beautiful güngören escort woman, softly and tenderly, instead of trying to prove my manhood by driving her body into the bed. A distinction only marred by the rising of her little cock between us, and her spewing love juices over both of us, as I emptied mine deep inside her.

When I woke up, she was still curled up in my arms, the way she’d been when we fell asleep together. And looking at how beautifully she lay there, I realized that learning she had a dick, hadn’t changed how I felt about her. Maybe it just hadn’t sunk in yet, but I felt none of the disgust I expected about what we’d done the night before. Instead, I felt like stroking her angelic face and softly kissing her awake, which I proceeded to do. When she did wake up, her arms wrapped themselves tightly around me, as she thanked me for not abandoning her when I found out what she was. Then, after doing some of her own kissing, she rolled out of bed and asked me how I liked my eggs. And even seeing her dick in the morning light, did nothing to detract from the vision of loveliness standing before me.

Naturally, as soon as we sat down to eat, she asked how I was doing, meaning how I felt about what happened. And I told her the truth, that I still wasn’t sure how I felt about some of it, and it’d take me a few days to sort things out. She tearfully asked if that meant I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep seeing her, and I said that was the only part I was sure about. I just didn’t know yet if I could do what she’d said it would take to keep her. Licking her was one thing, because it was her that I cared for. But sucking another man’s dick with her was something else entirely, even if it was the only way she’d accept me. Her tears dried up as soon as I said that, and leaning across the table to kiss me, she said that had never been a real requirement. She wasn’t actually into all guy threesomes to start with; she’d just used that as an example to avoid telling me how she was different. Then she laughed and said it did make it more difficult to thank Jerry properly though, for bringing us together, but a nice bottle of wine might do the trick.

I told her to leave that to me, because I already knew what kind of wine Jerry liked and I’d give it to him at work Monday. Then I turned the tables on her, by asking how she felt about things, and if she was still against having a mostly straight guy as a boyfriend. She kissed me again, and said that as long as I could repeat last night’s performance, by the light of day, I had myself a girlfriend. Well, I repeated every part of it three times that day alone, along with giving her a blowjob in the shower and one on the couch while we were watching a movie, and have repeated all or part of it every day since. So that less than a week from when we started, we were both admittedly in love, and used those words constantly. And a month after that, we were making plans for our wedding.

Several things happened before we walked down the aisle that I need to mention. One was that I asked Jerry to be my best man, which he liked better than that bottle of wine. Two was that Celeste talked me into keeping her difference a secret from my family, since they already had enough trouble accepting that she was black and that we’d never give them grandkids unless we adopted. They truly accept her now though, as my wife and their daughter in law, because of how happy she makes me, which is the important thing. Three, I talked her out of completing her transformation, since she only wanted to do it for me, not because she needed it to feel complete herself. As I told her, I’d rather she kept her “clit”, so I’d have a way to drive her crazy in bed, the way she did me, than trade it for a hole that might not give her any pleasure at all. And four, she insisted on introducing me to her Maid of Honor, in our bed, where we licked each other’s cum out of her all night long.

Even after three years of marriage, I’m still not a member of the community, because except for what I do with Celeste, I’m still straight. My wife still doesn’t want to bring another man to our bed, because she loves the fact that I’m only bisexual with her, and the idea of seeing me with another cock in my mouth, or one up my ass, even her little cock, doesn’t thrill her at all. But she is truly bisexual, as a woman, and every few months she will insist on bringing a girl to our bed to remind us both what real pussy feels and tastes like. And any time I tell her she doesn’t need to do that, she tells me that if I want her to keep her “clit”, we’ll keep bringing women to our bed. Because she loves the fact that her husband is still straight, and she plans to keep me that way.

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Exhausted by the unexpected fuck fest with my best friend Amy, I descended rapidly into a torporous sleep drifting on waves of sexual pleasure and the narcotic buzz of marijuana.

My mind and body traveled into a deep dream state and I found myself on my back in a student bedroom in Paris, the walls covered in vintage French circus posters. To my left was an ashtray filled with filter less cigarettes and the stubs of several joints.

The air was filled with the aroma of fresh, layered on stale, marijuana as a naked girl with short, dark, bangs and sweaty globes of firm tit flesh straddled my legs in a perfect split.

The girl was fully impaled on my thick, straining, shaft; the moist lips of her pussy spread around my tapering base. Her boobs were disproportionately large for her slender torso and hung pendulously from their weight. Her straining, erect nipples extended from small puffy maroon areolae begging to be suckled.

Demonstrating her limberness, she groaned only slightly as she leaned to grab a cigarette which she dabbed into a saucer of finely ground hashish. She placed to cigarette to her full, bright red lips and lit it with a lighter she pulled from behind her.

She took a deep drag and held it in, further emphasizing the curves of her breasts, which rode high on her chest.

Exhaling, she tore off the glowing tip of the cigarette and placed it into the ashtray. She licked the tip of the remainder and again dipped it into the hash powder. She handed it to me then held the lighter to it.

I took a deep drag and before I could exhale, she leaned forward and kissed me wetly, allowing the smoke to flow into her mouth and lungs.

We passed the smoke back and forth never breaking our increasingly sloppy kiss. Finally, she sat back upright and blew the still billowing smoke to the ceiling.

My head spun and I settled into a soft, sensual fugue state focusing on the feeling of her athletic pussy on my erection. Her lips were very wet and splayed around the thick base of my cock.

She was stretched, but not overly so, and I could appreciate the delicious sensation of my full penetration as she started to rotate on my cock.

The girl brought her hands to her luscious breasts and hefted them as they bounced into her palms. Her bright red lips were formed into an O with her eyes shut tight as she used the heels of her spread legs against the mattress to slowly raise herself on my dick.

In a near trance I felt each vein on my cock pop from her soaking pussy as she raised up,my emerging fuck muscle shining from her copious juices.

Her hips writhed as she stopped her ascent teasing and tickling the head of my cock.

Reversing her movement she continued to roll her hips as she corkscrewed herself back down forcing more fluid oozing on my shaft ahead of her grasping pussy lips.

“Merde, I fucking love this big cock. So thick. So hard. So lovely on such a sexy big-titted girl.” she huffed in English she had learned from a tattoo artist boyfriend she had once dated in New York.

“Look at this shit” she exclaimed as she held her hands around her abdomen.

Through hooded lids I saw the outline of my throbbing cock embossed on her taut belly. It rose like a piston from the edges of her distended pussy lips and I could see the bulbous head approaching her navel as she pressed her pussy against my groin.

Bouncing slowly, her belly button peeked out each time she mashed herself down on me. She pressed her hands against her crotch and stroked me to even greater heights of passion as she continued to bounce on me.

“Merde! I can feel this fucking cunt wrecker through my guts.”

She put her hands behind her head and sat straight up on top of my urgent cock, which was beginning to leak her fluids down to my balls. She rocked back and forth using her heels as pivots to roll her narrow hips back and forth over the base of my dick causing her clit to rub on my groin.

Now her eyes were closed in a grimace as she rhythmically whined with each forward thrust.

Finally she brought her legs in, still straddling me, and thrust her hips percussively against the root of my cock. Her whines grew into wails as she felt the rise to her orgasm begin.

She brought her knees against my hips and started to raise and drop herself on my thick, vein-covered shaft made shiny by her erotic fluids.

Her movements grew in magnitude and intensity revealing more and more of my rampant wet dick until eight inches were showing on each thrust; the substantial remainder still outlined within her.

I reached up a grabbed her beautiful, full, round tits. She wailed in an extended scream when I pinched her nipples and she stared straight through me possessed by the triggering of her orgasm.

I lay back and watched as she continued to ride me through the overwhelming sensations coursing through her stoned body. An involuntary shudder began in her pussy and spread throughout her core. Her pussy yanked kağıthane escort on the root of my cock as her hips continued to spasm and she shrieked through the waves of her orgasm.

Her pussy leaked a heavy flow of her juices as it squeezed my dick in spasms of ecstasy.

As her orgasm began to recede she slowly emerged to her senses. With the return of voluntary movements she started to slow down but I wouldn’t allow it.

Gripped by an intolerable need to cum, I grabbed onto her hips and threw this petite, big-titted, ball of Fuck up and down on my cock like a rag doll.

I could hear the slapping of her wet pussy on my crotch each time I mashed her down on my angry dick, jacking it off with her tight cunt.

The wantonness of controlling this sexy fuck puppet to please my angry dick triggered the beginning of my orgasm. I raised my ass off the bed. I grabbed onto her harder and pulled her again and again onto my burgeoning dick, banging her and banging her.

She was now suspended on my raised midsection with her legs extended to her sides bouncing limply in time to my thrusts. Her head was lolling passively with her tongue extended, slowly drooling.

With one last depth-penetrating thrust, I came. My semen exploded out the end of my marijuana-fueled erection deep into her pussy and I pulled her dripping gash back and forth against by abdomen in time with each shot of my ejaculate.

The feeling of my ropes of cum shooting into the depths of her perfect French cunt, her swollen clit rubbing against my raised abdomen, brought the girl suddenly back to awareness of the stretching of her stuffed pussy. She screamed and came hard one last time. Her sex fluids mixed with my thick semen and oozed out of her still stretched pussy adding a sexual funk to the cloud of pot in the room.

In a glow, we slowed our pace and I let go of her hips.

Finally, she slumped forward onto me. We lay with our sweaty breasts sliding against each other as we caught our breath. We kissed sloppily, small involuntary erotic spasms still occasionally wracking our genitals.

Finally, she rolled off of me causing a moist sucking sound as my receding but still turgid cock slid from her. Her unplugged pussy gushed a river of our fluids down my dick before she collapsed next to me.

She nestled her back against my breasts and pulled my arm around her shoulders then she reached over to her night table and lit a cigarette.

The girl of my dream was Sophie, a beautiful French student at the Sorbonne; also a member of a street performance troupe who I met the summer after I graduated college.

One of my photography professors who I fucked now and then had offered to set me up with an internship at a fashion magazine in Paris where one of his friends was on staff.

Three months later I found myself in the Louvre.

I had settled into an apartment overlooking the Seine. My internship exposed me to an array of Beautiful People in the French fashion world as well as the practical side of professional photography. In my spare time I roamed the streets with my camera snapping pics of the locals and surrounding architecture.

I had self-consciously modeled my look after Franciose Hardy the beautiful singer and muse of the Paris mod scene of the sixties — when in Rome they say.

Dark, straight, hair hung just past shoulder length. Bold, clean brows arched over my dark eyes enhanced with black liner and mascara to dramatically contrast with my pale skin. A tight black turtleneck sweater, flared leather biker pants, and a loose-fitting, belted mohair coat down to my calves and black leather boots completed the look.

I wore my camera under the coat, slung across one shoulder.

I wandered the halls looking at the stylish museum-goers as much as the art. Turning the corner into the next gallery my eye was immediately drawn to a striking girl across the room looking closely at a painting. Short and petite but buxom, with dark eyes, forceful brows, and red gloss on succulent lips. Her hair was short and dark with bobbed bangs, a tight Mariner blouse stretched by generous round boobs, with horizontal blues stripes on white cotton, tight black skirt above the knees, and delicate, strapped black heels over black stockings.

Despite her small size, to me she seemed to dominate the energy of the room even from the corner where she stood.

I began a little dance; circling the room looking at paintings in the opposite direction of this girl who I had already started to wrap up in a romantic myth in my mind.

I stepped back as she approached, allowing her to pass, sending a subconscious signal of my awareness of her presence. Although we both stayed focused on the portrait in front of us a connection had been made.

After a brief moment I disengaged, continuing on and drifting into the next gallery. A few minutes later the beautiful pixie entered and began surveying the art following behind me. About a third elit escort istanbul of the way around the room she had gained on me until we were again looking at the same portrait.

“Such a beautiful blush on her cheeks,” she breathed as her bosom swelled. Her accent was French, delicate, and refined.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I replied pointedly as I looked down into her moist brown eyes.

She looked back at me grinning with a blush that was in fact, beautiful. My gaze was drawn to the luscious cleavage revealed by her off the shoulder blouse.

Pleased that she had caught me admiring her body she scanned my ample breasts. They were emphasized by the vertical ribs of my knit turtleneck bending to accommodate them and accented by my braless, and growingly aroused, nipples.

As she returned to look at the painting she took a step back, silently creating an intimacy between us. After a few moments she stepped to the next piece and I followed.

There, she eyed the painting closely and again stepped back into me. I felt her round bottom brush against me.

“Are you a photographer? That’s quite a lens you have,” she said as she winked at me over her shoulder, her tone displaying bemusement mixed with pleasant surprise.

She laughed at her own double entendre taking the camera from under my coat and holding it to her eye. The gesture pulled me against her and, catching my wits, I enfolded her in my coat placing my hands on her hips from behind.

We stayed together like that as we moved through several more paintings getting bolder at each stop. By the time I had my hands crossed on her abdomen, her head was nestled back against my breasts. My cock had also started to swell and had become the focus of both of our attentions.

“I do love the classics, but I find these days that I appreciate contemporary art more and more,” she said absently as she slowly pressed her ass against me. It was so ripe and delicious that I could distinctly feel each of her cheeks on my thighs.

“I agree. In fact, since I have been in Paris I have become very interested in performance art,” I replied bringing my hands up to hold her just below her breasts; my hands hidden by my coat.

By that point I had become rather erect and I could feel her knees weaken as she swooned back into my crotch and I pressed it against her.

“Performance art, we do seem to have some things in common,” she said as she turned to face me and placed her hand on my turgid boner through my tight leather pants.

“I think you’ll find we have much in common and some important differences.” I told her as I grasped her hand and led her to the exit of the gallery.

We left the museum giggling like old friends and she led me to a scooter parked on the sidewalk around the corner. She put on her helmet and swung her leg over the seat as she motioned for me to get on behind her.

We rode along the Seine with my hands on her shoulders and that juicy buttocks against my crotch.

She crossed over to the Rive Gauche near my apartment and continued on following the river until she pulled over to the curb. She let me off, jumped the scooter onto the sidewalk, and locked her helmet to it.

We walked with our arms around each other’s waists as she led me to a doorway and inside a dark, narrow staircase to her apartment.

At her door she turned to me and stood on tiptoes seeking a first kiss. I leaned down to her, put my hands on hers hips, and pressed my lips to hers.

Our tongues danced for a few moments before she pulled away and let us into her flat.

Once inside her apartment she fixed us drinks and set about rolling a few joints without saying a word. She broke open a couple of Gauloise cigarettes and spilled the tobacco onto a saucer. She then ground some hashish into another saucer and filled a wrapping paper with a mix of the two.

Sophie licked the first joint sealing it, then handed it to me with a lighter. I took a couple deep drags on it as she rolled the next joint.

My buzz set in while Sophie finished rolling a third joint. I stood and took off my coat then wandered through the room observing her various note books and enjoying her circus art.

Sophie came up behind me with a lit joint in her hand in her left hand held like a cigarette. She took short, dainty puffs on it and, reaching up with her free right hand, she cupped and caressed my right breast from behind.

She tickled the nipple, which filled in response to her teasing, making a distinct impression on my soft ribbed sweater. She saw me studying the art on her walls comprised of vintage circus posters filled with surprisingly erotic scenes of acrobats, animal tamers, contortionists, clowns, and sword swallowers.

“I see you are a fan of the performing arts,” she said continuing to play with my nipple, which was now straining under her ministrations.

She explained that she was part of a small circus troupe that performed on the streets fatih escort for thrown change. Their act was influenced by the images before us.

“I wish I had some of those talents,” I said commenting on a drawing of a topless contortionist bent backwards one hand touching the ground.

The back of the contortionist’s head was nestled into her buttocks and her rosy breasts hung from her inverted chest. Her legs were covered in harlequin patterned tights. Her other hand wrapped around her waist gesturing towards her pussy covered in maroon panties over her tights.

“Perhaps I can help you with your flexibility,” she said putting her joint in her teeth. She placed her hands on my waist and moved to and fro. She slid her right hand to the front, firmly grasping my dick. She moved my hips in growing circles while rubbing my cock. Finally, she gave me an ass-smack through the tight leather covering my taught cheeks.

“In the meantime, you can be in the freak show.”

Sophie led me to the center of the room. She took her joint back from her teeth and held it to my mouth from behind me. I took a drag and then she brought it to her bright red lips. She took a short drag and puffed it out like a secretary on smoke break. She snubbed it in an ashtray on a coffee table. I took a quick puff off my joint then did the same.

Sophie then stood in front of me with a Cheshire grin and told me, “It’s time for your audition.”

She took the bottom of my sweater and raised it slowly up my abdomen bringing it to rest above my breasts. My nipples were fully engorged at this point and Sophie delightedly licked and nipped at them.

Finally, she took the sweater off and flung it onto a sofa. Looking into my eyes she undid the button at the waist of my pants and slowly pulled the zipper down over my full erection.

She rubbed my engorged penis through my lacy black panties. She could feel and see the firm veins through the lingerie and ran her bright red painted fingernails across them.

She unzipped and removed my boots then peeled the leather trousers down my thighs and helped them off of me. She stood back and eyed me admiringly, now in only my panties, appearing incongruously dainty for the menacing hard on straining them.

‘Mon dieu!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Such a beautiful freak. You are a dream. You make me so wet.”

She took my hand and brought it under her skirt. With her free hand she pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and used the index finger of the hand she held to slowly run between her moist lips.

Her pussy bloomed around my finger and she used it to trace the annulus of her vagina. She took on an expression of need as I continued to circle her delicate, wet entrance.

She stepped back and faced me as she took off her blouse. Her full bosom challenged her bra, making wide curves in its cups and spilling out into luscious cleavage between them.

She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, freeing her boobs which hung down just slightly, their globular weight suspended from her chest, invitingly juicy. Her puffy areolas and taut nipples strained out from the smooth surface of her breasts as if begging to be suckled.

At long last she took her skirt off and I could appreciate the lines of her petite, gymnastic body. Her waist tapered in from her generous bust to a width I could almost wrap my hands around then flared back out to pronounced, lithe, hips supporting the pert ass I had felt against me in the museum.

Her abdomen was tight but feminine, ending in an exquisitely formed wedge, which revealed her sensitive pussy lips. Her legs were thin and shapely but were well muscled betraying a sense of strength.

She stepped to me and rubbed her front across mine. Going up on tiptoes her breasts met mine and our nipples played across each other setting off jolts of arousal each time they flicked against one another.

She craned her neck up and our lips met in a sensual pot tinged kiss. Her tongue reached out for mine and we nibbled at each other’s lips.

“Let’s see this snake,” she whispered as she lowered off her toes.

She gently grabbed the waist of my panties and pulled them away from me allowing my turgid penis to emerge. When the head was exposed she took an admiring inhale of breath.

She continued to take my panties down and I stepped out of them, my hard cock waving from side to side as I did, the foreskin pulled back by the swelling of its oblong head.

“This is beautiful!” she cried when she stood back to admire my long, thick, throbbing cock.

“It is truly magnifique, so strong and scary. This cock could rule the world.”

She reached out and slowly wrapped her hands around my shaft. She probed the threatening veins with her fingertips. She leaned forward and gently suckled just the head with wet lips and tongue.

I could say I was embarrassed by the praise Sophie lavished on my cock but the truth is I was used to this kind of reaction and it made me feel powerful. I let her play with and worship it for a few moments.

“Not bad for a freak,” I smirked as Sophie continued to gape at me with her stoned eyes momentarily opened wide.

“Not bad at all. I think I could make you a star in our little troupe.”

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Jack stood naked in the bathroom doorway. It was 7 a.m. Saturday morning, and he had just finished depilating his body from the waist down, as I had instructed him.

“Looking good, honey. Nice and smooth,” I said. I motioned him towards the bed. We had a rustic king-size bed, the legs of which were made of polished 8-inch thick logs. The headboard consisted of five 4-inch thick logs set horizontally about 2 inches apart between the two legs at the head of the bed. If you looked closely, you might notice that the logs forming the bed were studded with 1.25-inch eyebolts at strategic locations.

“Lay down, lover, so I can rev you up for our ‘Nothing but Work Around the House Weekend!'”

“Yes, Miss Susan,” Jack responded. He was on his back, with his arms spread, and pointed towards the corners of the head of the bed. I buckled a leather cuff on each wrist; these were each attached by braided leather ropes to one of the eyebolts I mentioned. He thought that he was going to get an orgasm to start off the weekend, but little did he know what I had in store for him!

Jack and I are in our early thirties; I’m an electrical engineer, he’s a chemical engineer. We met in grad school, and have been married just over six years. Our sex life was always fine, as far as I was concerned; I was definitely satisfied, unlike some of my girlfriends. But a little over a year ago, Jack had brought up pegging. I wasn’t *against* it; beyond seeing an occasional item on the web about how pegging was increasing in popularity, I just hadn’t thought about it much. I didn’t tell Jack “no,” but I did say I wanted a little time to think about it.

Being somewhat of a geek, I started reading up on pegging. The human anal area is full of nerve endings, and of course, in men, there’s the prostate. On a purely physical basis, I knew Jack was interested in experiencing the pleasure pegging could bring him. Somewhat more intriguing was what women had to say about it, regarding the inversion of the power dynamic. Many women said that being the “aggressor,” the penetrator, and so on, and having their partner in a submissive position, was why they liked pegging. I decided that, yes, I’d be willing to indulge Jack, and at the same time see for myself what it was like.

I had a dildo, but I didn’t fancy Jack using it in his ass to prepare himself mecidiyeköy escort for pegging. So, we selected a butt plug of moderate size that would be just for him. He took care of inserting it; he sometimes wore it during regular sex, and sometimes simply had it in ass during evenings to stretch himself. I ordered a strap-on harness that had gathered several comments from women touting its comfort and fit, and Jack and I together selected a nice, black dildo, with some ridges on it. It measured 6.5″ long, and 1.25″ in diameter. Unbeknownst to Jack, I took the liberty of updating the order to a larger size: 8″ long, and 1.75″ in diameter. It just seemed hotter, and besides, what Jack didn’t know wouldn’t… worry him. I told him that when our order arrived, I wanted to open it.

A week later, the harness and dildo arrived. I tried it on without telling Jack, and I have to tell you, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, it looked pretty good jutting out in front of me. I stood there, feet about shoulder width apart, hands on my hips, admiring my reflection. Surprising myself, I began to get a little turned on.

On Friday morning, I told Jack he might want to consider wearing his butt plug to work, because tonight was the night. He smiled, and said that he thought he was ready. I laughed, and said, “OK; it’s your ass on the line!”

All day at work, I was picturing how the evening would go. I had originally thought about this as simply accommodating a desire of Jack’s, but the image of myself with a powerful cock kept appearing in my mind’s eye.

That evening we had a light dinner, and both of us had three glasses of wine, rather than our usual two. As we cleaned up the kitchen, Jack had his hands all over me, and it was obvious that he was sporting a boner.

“Ready to take some dick, honey?,” I asked; “Yours seems to be pretty happy right now.”

“Susan, I’ve been ready all week,” he answered.

I slapped his butt. “Well, then, let’s go!”

Jack gave himself an enema, to be “extra clean,” as he put it. To be honest, I didn’t really want to know the details, so I waited until he was finished with that, and had been in the shower a few minutes before I joined him. Upon drying off, I stroked Jack’s cock a couple of times, and told him to wait for me on the bed, vip escort istanbul face down. I wanted to “strap on” in the bathroom, so that he wouldn’t have much of a chance to notice the larger size of the dildo I had ordered.

When I stepped out, I saw that he had dimmed the lights a bit. He looked at me, and I noticed him squint a bit suspiciously, but he was still smiling.

“On your knees, babe – ass up, head down!,” I told him. He assumed the position, and I slipped some surgical gloves on. We had agreed ahead of time that I would lube him up. I put a big dab of lube right on his asshole and started working it around. I then slowly started to push my index finger into his ass. He groaned softly; there was some initial resistance, but less than I had anticipated. Two fingers, then three.

“OK, Jack – it’s time,” I said, as I touched the head of the dildo to his asshole.

“Uh huh,” he grunted in assent, as I very slowly began to push the dildo into him.

Jack on his knees and forearms, with his face scrunched up a bit. Me, on my knees, with one hand on his hip, and the other guiding the dildo.

It was as if my pussy knew how much I was enjoying this before my brain did. I had been watching Jack’s face for feedback, and I realized I was getting more and more wet as the dildo entered Jack.

I looked down. Two inches in, six to go. I grabbed both of Jack’s hips, and started to thrust forward again. As I watched the cock slowly disappear into my husband, I felt … something … begin to build within me. Further and further I penetrated, and I realized I was literally dripping. Finally, the front of my thighs made contact with the cheeks of his ass.

Right at that moment, I glanced over at the large mirror on our bedroom wall. Thoughts echoed in my head. My. Dick. Is. Buried. In. His. Ass. Oh, my god. I. AM. FUCKING. MY. HUSBAND. WITH. MY. HUGE. COCK. That “something” I felt inside was going to be an earthquake of an orgasm.

I pulled out half an inch, then thrust forward again, hearing Jack grunt. Again I did it. Again. A little more each time. Beginning to speed up. Faster. Faster.

As my hips continuously snapped forward and back, I became conscious of the rush of blood in my ears. My grip tightened on Jack’s hips as I slammed my massive cock into his ass. His sarıyer escort grunts, sounding as though they were coming from away, had blended into one continuous moan. The base of the dildo was rubbing on my clit, and the heat in my pussy was beginning to spread.

I realized words were coming out of my mouth. “Jack. I’m fucking you. I’m owning you, Jack. I. Own. You. My HUGE COCK is deep in your ASS, and I’m making you MY FUCK TOY OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO COME IN YOUR ASSHOLE YOU PIECE OF ASS AND I… eeyaAAHHHhh UH UH UUUNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH…”

The strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced rolled through my body.

I don’t think I actually passed out, but I was out of it for anywhere from five to twenty minutes. I became aware that I was laying on Jack’s back, with the dildo still buried in his ass. I heard his voice, asking quietly, “Susan? Susan, are you OK?”

“Yes, honey,” I answered, “How about you?”

“I… I think so, but I think I’m going to be walking pretty slowly for a while. Can we get that thing out of me now?”

“Sure, Jack, but let me tell you…” I moved up a little so I could put my lips practically in his ear, and I whispered, “I hope you enjoyed that, because I certainly did. We’re going to be doing a LOT of that from now on.”

From that point on, I took charge of our love life. Jack didn’t put up much of a fight, and I definitely had a fantastic time, with more orgasms than ever before. Handcuffs, a cock cage, even a humbler became part of our “inventory.” There was plenty of teasing, some denial, and some light “torture.”

I occasionally had second thoughts, but I eventually worked out for myself that it wasn’t about inflicting pain on Jack (though that happened from time to time), nor was it about humiliating him (though a little of that happened, too). It was simply the control that I got off on. I loved Jack’s submission to me, and that I now completely controlled his cock, his orgasms, his entire sexual experience. I would never give that up.

Now that I’ve explained how our Femdom marriage came to be, let me get back to what I was first talking about. It was, in fact, the first anniversary of that first pegging. I wanted to make it memorable for Jack, and of course, I wanted to enjoy it, too. I had come up with a way to extend my control over Jack, to become not just a Mistress, but a Goddess – a Domestic Goddess, you might say.

It appealed to the tinkerer and techno-geek in me, and the thought of how Jack would react to it had let me easily masturbate myself to orgasm many times, as I put the pieces together.

To be continued…

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1999 Yılının temmuz ayı idi karımın teyzesinin kızının düğünü vardı, bizde cuma akşamından gittik. Ogün düğün hazırlığı yapıldı akşam oldu yatma vakti gelmişti. Bizede yatmamız için bir oda gösterdiler fakat evde başka misafirler olduğu için karımın kardeşininde bizim yanımızda yatması için yere bir yatak serdiler. Yatağa yattığımızda biraz konuşmaya başladık. Baldızım bir yıl olmuştu evneleli fakat 3 ay öncede boşanmışlardı. karım baldızıma ilk gecenin nasıl geçtiğini sordu baldızımı biraz utandı fakat utanacak birşeyin olmadığını kendisininde yaşadığını söyledi. Baldızım biraz utangaç bir şekilde başladı. İlk gece kocası pek oralı olmamış saat 1 kadar filan oturmuşlar sonra baldızım kocasına bu işin nasıl olsa olacağını söyleyerek soyunmaya başlamış. Kocasının aletini eline alarak kaldırmaya başlamış, bu arada karımda benimki ile oynuyordu. Baldızımı yanımıza çağırdı…Daha sonra yavaşca üzerine oturarak yavaş yavaş sokmaya başlamış. Biraz acı hissedeceğini hissedince tam çıkartaçağı sırada kocası bastırmış ve kan gelince bırakmışlar. karım sordu şimdi ne yapıyorsun canın hiç istemiyormu dedi. Abla hiç istemez olurmuyum canım çok istiyor amma ne yapayım kendi kendime idare ediyorum dedi. O zaman yanımıza gelde birada devam edelim dedi, baldızımı yanımıza çağırdı. Oda yatağa girdi üçümüzde yatakta idik. karımda benimki ile oynamaya devam ediyordu. Daha sonra iki elin birden oynadığını hissettim. Baldızımda benim taşaklarımı okşuyordu. Sonra eli tutunca birden çekti, abla kız sen bunun hepsini alabiliyormusun dedi. Hiç böyle büyüğünü görmemiştim dedi daha sonra yorganın altına ikisi birden girerek emmeye, yalamaya başlamışlardı. Daha sonra karım üzerine oturdu yavaş yavaş inip kalkıyordu. Baldızım da eliyle taşaklarımı okşuyordu. Daha sonra karım kalktı be baldızıma dört ayak üzerine geçmesi söyledi. Kendiside amını baldızım ağzına vererek yalatıyordu. Banada arkasına gecerek yavaş yavaş girmemi söyledi. Ben biraz gidip geldikten sonra boşalacağımı hissettim. Ben geliyorum dediğimde çıkarma boşal dedi, sipral var dedi bende içine boşaltım. Çıkartığımda geriye kallanları yalamaya başladı. Hiç bu kadar tatlı olmadığını söyledi. Tabii bizde ertesi günkü düğüne uykusuz gitmek zorunda kaldık. Bir başka seferinde de baldızımı banyoda nasıl becerdiğimi anlataçağım, hoşçakalın… Gönderen: Poyraz

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Slm ben istanbuldan caner bundan bir yıl önce okulumuza yeni bir kız gelmişti ismi deniz ve süper bir götü vardı. Gel zaman git zaman bu kızla sevgili olduk. bir benden dersinde melahata bendene girmeyelim dedim oda kabul etti.birlikte hocadan izin almaya gittik. Bereber nöbetçi olabilirmiyiz diye hocadan izini aldık aklımda melahatı sikmek geçiyor. sonra sınıfa çıktık o gün sınavımız vardı ona çalışıyorduk bişeyi anlamadım anlatır mısın dedim atbi dedi ve soruyu sorarken kız sikime baktığını gördüm “neye bakıyorsun dedim“ oda kabarmış olan sikimi gösterdi bu arada ben de çaktırmadan o dolgün götüne bakıyordum. bir adanda göz göze geldik ve 15 20 dk. öpüşmeye başladık yavaş yavaş soyunmaya başladık ve kılıfından çıkan sikimi görünce bu ne dedi bu çok büyük ben bunu içime nasıl alıcam dedi bende sen merak etme orasını bana bırak dedim. Tamam dedi ve yananım taşıdığım joleyi çıkardım ve o güzel götüne sürdüm ve bir anda geçirdim atmamını içine sokmuştum kızın çığlığı okulu inletmişti. Biraz yavaş dedim yandan hoca gelicek oda pardon dedi.10 dk götüne gidip geldikten sonra boşalacaktım ve naıpıyım diye sordum o ise içime boşal dedi bende tamam dedim ve hiddetli bir şekilde boşalım şeyimi çıkardığımda kızın götünden menilerim akıyordu ikimizde bodrum katında bulunan duşlara girdek ve 5 dk sonra zil çaldı. Biz hala her hafta sikişiyoruz haftaya amından sikicem kendinize ii bakın.Gönderen: lebron

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Slm ben de sizlere başımdan geçen bi olayı anlatacağım ben 20 yaşında bir gencim sık sık masturbasyon yapıyorum bunu yaparkende hep aklıma teyzemi getiririm teyzem 50 55 yaşlarında şişmanca bir kadın ama ben onu düşündüğüm zaman aklımı yiyecekmiş gibi oluyrum. Bir akşam teyzemlerde kalmam icap etti teyzemin tüm çocukları evli olduğu için sadece kocasıyla birlikte kalıyo onun için evde sadece kocası ve kendisi var ben de bir akşam orda kalacaktım kocasıda evde yoktu iş yerinde olduğu için biraz geç geleceğini sölemiş gitmişti benimde aklıma hemen kurnazlık geldi ve her zaman hayali ile 31 çektiğim teyzemi bu akşam sikmek fikri geldi ama bunu nasıl yapacağımı düşünüyodum. Teyzem o akşam boydan bir elbise giymişti ama elbisenin boyu biraz kısa olduğu için diz kapaklarını hafif geçiyodu onun o bacaklarını görünce içim içimi yiğiyodu ve teyzemle aynı oda da tv seyrediyoduk ama ben tv den çok teyzemin bacaklarını seyrediyodum sanki biraz farkına varır gibi oldu ve bacağını kapadı o zaman kendime ben teyzemi biraz zor sikeceğim gibi bi düşünce geldi. Biraz oturduktan sonra teyzem dedi belim çok acıyo biraz masaj yaparmısın dedi ben de tabi neden olmasın dedim teyzem kanepenin üzerine uzandı hafifce onun beline masaj yapmaya başladım daha sonra biraz yaptıktan sonra birazda bacaklarıma masaj yaparmısın ellerin çok nazik dedi ben de tabi teyzeciğim neden olmasın dedim ve o kılları yeni kazınmış bacaklarını ovalamaya başladım daha sonra teyzemin eliyle eteğini hafif yukaı kaldırdığını gördüm ve istersen yukarılara çıkabilirsin gerçekten çok güzel masaj yapıyosun dedi ve biraz şişman olduğu için götü de o kadar büyüktü ve o götünü görünge kendimden geçiyodum ve giderek ben artık teyzemin götünü üzerine gelmiştim teyzem öle zevk alıyoduki istersen eteğimi az daha kaldıra bilirsin dedi ben de tabi dedim ve kaldırdığımda ben kendimden gitmiştim o kocaman götüne geçirdiği siyah kilotu beni kendimden almıştı ve kilotun üzrinde hafif hafif götünü okşamaya başlamıştım ve daha sonra ellerim bacaklarının arasıbdan kayıp gidiyodu teyzemde bundan zevk alıyodu ve sırtını döndü biraz da ön taraflara masaj edermisin dedi ben de tabi dedim istersen üzerimdeki seni etkiiyosa çıkartayım dedi ve çıkardı teyzemin üzerinde sadece sütyen ve kilot kalmıştı o amcığı karşımda duruyodu yılarca özlemini çektiğim amcık belki de az sonra benim olacaktı ve ben yavaş yavaş amını okşamaya başladım bir elimlede sütyeninin içinden memesini okşuyodum o kocaman memeler beni tahrik ediyodu artık ve birden üzerine çullandım o siyah kilotunu çıkardım sütyenini soydum teyzem çırıl çıplaktı ve bana hadi sen de soyun artık beni sik demeye başladı ben de soyundum ve evin içinde sadece teyzemle ben çırılçıplaktık ve aşağılara doğru somura somura indim amını yalamaya başladım amının kıllarını yeni almıştı teyzem sok artık demeye başladı daha sonra sikimi onun amının etrafında gezdirdim ve çığlık atıyodu sok sok yalvarırım sok diyodu ve içeri bir girdim acayip çığlıklar içerisinde teyzem ohhh ohhh benim erkeğim sik beni hadi uçur diyodu ama ben hala teyzemi siktiğimin hiç farkıbda değildim daha sonra onu domalttım ve götüne sokmaya başladım ilk kez götüne ben giriyodum çünkü daracıktı ve zorla giriyodu teyzemin o halini hiç düşünmeyin çığlıklar içersin de yeter yeter artık öldürdün beni diyodu ve daha sonra git gel yaptıktan sonra o iri memelerine bir boşaldım yeyzem hepsini eline alıp alıp ağzına götürüyodu o akşam kocası gelene kadar siktim şimdi ne zaman teyzem evde tek olsa beni çağırıyo deliler gibi sikişiyoruz…

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