She is the boss
A Fantasy by kamkam784Do you like leather? Do you like control? I think you would look amazingly sexy in a scary way wearing leather, I'm picturing you in a black body suit that hugs your seductive curves with a hole at the top of your thighs to leave your sweet pussy exposed, your hair pulled back in a tight braid, a solid riding crop in one hand and the look on your face that leaves no question that you are in charge here. You stalk into a dimly lit room the candle light flickering off your leather and casting shadows that play and dance across my naked skin. I'm tied where you left me after our last encounter. Stark naked, muscles straining against the bonds that hold me side ways across the bed I see you and instantly my cock hardens with anticipation unsure of what you are about to do but more than sure that you will use me for your personal pleasure as you see fit. *SLAP* your crop whips against my nipples and I gasp with painstacy as a bright red welt begins to develop across my chest *SLAP* you land another one right on top of the first demanding my silence. "Close your eyes now" you say as you spit in my face while gripping my balls "and don't make a sound, I'm going to bring you to the edge again and again but you will not cum until I say you can." With that you let go of my nuts, give them a slap then strut around the bed so that you are looming over my face bending over my head so that your magnificent tits are pressed against my face smothering me you bite me on the nipple and I try to object but once again you order me to silence then slap my face. You turn around and back up straddling my face with your slick wet pussy just an inch from my mouth then sit on my chest dropping your crop and gripping my ears like handles you slide forward yanking my head up and burying my mouth and nose into your pussy and begin gyrating your hips against my face demanding that I eat. Your grinding continues as you mash my face into your box with a moan of pleasure and your sweet juices begin to spread all over my mouth running down my throat. When you pause and force my face against your hot slick fuck hole I greedily lap at you sliding my tongue in and out then sucking on your clit. Now you look down and notice that my eyes are open instantly pulling back and *SLAP SLAP* one hand to each side of my face "I said eyes closed" you purr into my ear then spit in my eyes. Bending over to pick up your crop you once again smother me, pulling the crop around the back of my head to prevent any escape I don't yet realise your intentions as you thrust your hot pussy hard against my face and I once again start probing with my tongue savouring your flavour while you grind your way closer to climax, it's now that I start running low on air and I try to pull my head away but you have me held fast there is no escape I can't squirm away from your insistent face sitting the nectar of your sexy flower has spread everywhere, it's down my throat, up my nose, mixing with your spit in my eyes I feel like I'm going to drown and try trashing around but you just ride my face harder and harder moaning and groaning louder and louder until your reach a shuddering climax lifting yourself up just enough for me to gasp some air while you vigorously rub your clit with your riding crop until you shower my face with your amazing cum which I gulp at greedily. Now that you have orgasmed you discard your whip and stand above me the inside of your thighs glistening your pussy dripping from your own juices. You look at my cock which has been rock hard this entire time and ask if that is for you, I reply "It's all yours." You saunter around the bed eyeing me off and *SLAP* my balls, cooing "I didn't say you could speak." Now straddling my hips you mount my cock and begin slowly lowering your beautiful wet cunt down my throbbing hot shaft, I try to thrust my hips upward but you anticipate this and lift away from me *SLAP* again on face "Not until I say!" you spit the words like weapon lashing against its enemies then your let a trail of spit drip into my mouth from yours which I eagerly gulp down. Now as you start bouncing on my rock hard cock and it plunges in and out of your hot wet pussy we both start to approach the ecstacy that is a shared and simultaneous orgasm you ride harder and harder I'm nearly ready cum and so are you. You jump up off my dick and standing over me and finger your sopping wet pussy until you cum again in a glorious spurt of juices I beg you to fuck me until I cum but you just laugh at me *SLAP* me on my balls and say "You will cum when I say you can" and with that you strut out of the room leaving me tied to the bed with a raging hard on for you to use whenever you next want it.
Het bedrijfsuitje
A Fantasy by EV1971Eindelijk is dan ons bedrijfsuitje gekomen. Ik heb me er al de hele tijd op verheugd en al heel wat plaagstootjes uitgedeeld en mogen krijgen van je. We rijden samen naar het hotel in Oostende en daar aangekomen, blijken we de eersten te zijn van onze afdeling. Tijdens de check-in regelen we dat we naast elkaar liggende kamers met een verbindingsdeur hebben en gaan ons installeren. Het eerste wat we doen is die verbindingsdeur openen, zodat we vrij bij elkaar binnen kunnen lopen. Vrij snel gaat de telefoon en blijkt de rest van onze collega's er te zijn. We maken een mooie wandeling en spreken af om bij een restaurant in de buurt te gaan eten 's avonds. In de tussentijd (we hebben nog een paar uur) zoeken we ons eigen vertier op. Voor de meesten is dat nog wat verder rondwandelen, wat souvenirs kopen en op een terrasje zitten. Voor ons is dat terug naar de kamers om ons op te frissen voor het eten. Ik kom op mijn kamer en kleed me uit, ondertussen zet ik de douche aan en pak mijn spullen zoals zeep en shampoo. Tijdens het douchen gaat de deur open en sta jij in de deuropening, compleet naakt. Je stapt de douche in en kijkt me ondeugend aan. "Wat, je dacht toch niet dat ik in mijn eentje zou gaan douchen he?" Ik had inderdaad wel gehoopt dat ik gezelschap zou krijgen ja... Ik pak de douchekop en richt deze op je hals, zodat het water over je hele lichaam loopt. Je ziet er weer heerlijk uit en mijn lid begint zich te roeren. Als je goed nat gesproeid bent, doe ik wat zeep op mijn handen en begin je te wassen. Eerst je schouders, dan je armen en weer terug omhoog naar je oksels. Daarna zijn je heerlijke borsten aan de beurt, die de volle aandacht krijgen, zodat je tepels heerlijk hard vooruit staan. Ik dwaal af naar je buik en van daar naar je zalige billen. Om je benen goed te kunnen doen, ga ik door mijn knieën en kom zo op gelijke hoogte met je venusheuvel, die je heerlijk glad geschoren hebt. Ik kan me niet meer inhouden en begin je zachtjes te kussen, rondom je schaamlippen. Je begint zachtjes te kreunen en pakt mijn hoofd beet. Mijn tong komt nu in actie en likt je huid tusssen je benen en schaamlippen. Nu begin je nog harder te kreunen en duwt mijn hoofd steviger tegen je aan. Je klitje is ondertussen gezwollen van opwinding en biedt zich aan om verwend te worden. Heel lichtjes raak ik je daar aan met het puntje van mijn tong en ik voel een schokje. Nu druk ik mijn tong wat steviger tegen je klit aan en draai wat rond dat heerlijke knopje, af en toe mijn tong naar binnen duwend om vervolgens een stevige lik vanuit je kutje naar boven te geven. Ik proef hoe heet je bent en mijn pik schreeuwt het bij wijze van spreken uit, maar hij moet geduld hebben. Jouw genot komt op de allereerste plaats. Het duurt niet lang voor je klaarkomt en we besluiten richting mijn bed te gaan. "Liggen mannetje, nu ben jij aan de beurt" Je kust heel zachtjes mijn ballen en gaat al kussend naar boven, tot je bij mijn eikel beland bent. Dan draai je met je tong rondjes om mijn eikel heen voor je je mond helemaal om me heen sluit. Terwijl je zo met me bezig bent, zie ik dat je een Satisfyer op het nachtkastje gelegd hebt. Dat komt goed uit! Ik pak hem en zet hem op de zachtste stand, daarna zet ik de opening zachtjes op jouw klitje. "Ah, je hebt mijn speelgoed gevonden he? Goed zo, laat maar eens zien dat je weet hoe je daarmee om moet gaan" De Satisfyer gaat een standje hoger en je begint te draaien met je heupen, terwijl ik kan zien hoe nat je aan het worden bent. Niet veel later kom je klaar met een klein gilletje en een supergeile kreun. We nemen even een kleine pauze en zoenen elkaar hartstochtelijk. Ik gebruik deze pauze om je heerlijke lijf te bewonderen en te strelen. Eerst van voor, daarna draai je je om en streel ik je nek, je schouders, je rug en je billen. Je drukt je kontje iets omhoog en zegt dat je me in je wilt voelen. Daar zeg ik geen Nee tegen en zachtjes druk ik mijn eikel tegen je warme kutje aan. Je bent drijfnat en ik glij zonder enige weerstand naar binnen. Je handen verdwijnen onder je lijf en ik voel hoe je jezelf begint te vingeren. Ritmisch bewegen we samen tot je weer heerlijk klaarkomt. Nu hou ik het ook niet meer en ben nog nét op tijd om mijn zaad over je billen en rug te spuiten. "Dat was een mooi begin van dit weekend lieverd, maar we hebben nog 2 dagen te gaan dus bereid je maar voor" Oh, wat een vooruitzicht is dat.....nog 2 hele dagen met dit heerlijke schepsel doorbrengen. Kan niet wachten tot we weer terug in het hotel zijn vanuit het restaurant.
Kennismaking na jaren
A Fantasy by Chantal1970Ik reik je koffie aan. Na jaren zien we elkaar eindelijk. Ik verbaas me over de aangename man die tegenover me zit. Je neemt net als ik een slok van de koffie. Ik lik mijn lippen en kijk je aan. Je zet je koffie op tafel en je vingers glijden over mijn huid. Mijn borsten zijn je doelwit. Ik kijk je aan. Je hebt iets waar ik me vinger niet op kan leggen. Het is aangenaam. Zeer aangenaam. De ruimte vult zich. Je handen kruipen in mijn shirt, mijn bh en gaan op zoek naar mijn tepels. Je speelt er mee en kijkt me aan. Ik neem slokjes van mijn koffie. Mijn ademhaling versnelt. Je windt me op. Mijn tepels zijn wel absoluut de trigger. Daarmee zet je me aan. Hoewel ik denk dat jij mij sowieso aanzet. Ik voel dat ik vochtig word. Ik wil weg kijken maar dat is niet de bedoeling. Ik word geil. Ik wil meer. Ik… fuck wanneer kan ik dat seksuele nou eens uitschakelen. Het is te lekker. Jij bent lekker. Je wordt dwingender, beide tepels worden verwend en gepijnigd. Je legt mijn blote voeten in de kruis. Je bent hard. Het liefste wil ik op je schoot gaan zitten. En je pik in mijn kut laten glijden. Je handen die spelen met mijn tepels en ik wil je bespelen met mijn tong. Ik wil je zoenen en in je ogen kijken. Maar ik doe het niet. Ga eens op je knieën zitten zeg je me. Ik neem plaats tussen jouw benen. Onderdanig. Je haalt je harde pik tevoorschijn. En ik neem je harde pik in mijn mond. Ik lik je natte glimmende eikel. Ik ben enorm geil. Net zaten we nog teasend op de bank aan de koffie. En nu ben ik ik niets meer dan een geile onderdanige slet. Ik wil naakt. Ik wil jou naakt. Ik hou van de naakte warmte van een heerlijk mannenlijf. Maar ik ben nog aangekleed, net als jij. We klauwen lustig. Je zuig en lik. Ik geniet van je harde pik die ik afzuig. Ik weer meer. Veel meer. Maar jij bepaald de regels. Kom.. ik neem je mee, zeg je me. Uit het zicht. Uit je kleren. Je pakt mijn hand en leidt me naar een privé plek Je neemt me staand tegen de muur. Dominant. Ik ben jouw slet. Een geile hongerige slet en geniet ervan. Je harde pik glijdt mijn kutje natte warme binnen. Je neukt me met lange halen. En stoot je pik in mijn kontje. Pijnlijk onverwachts. Maar al snel geniet ik van je harde pik in mijn strakke gaatje. Hier kan ik op klaar komen. Zo lekker is dit. Het overvalt me. Deze geiligheid. Het genieten van je sletje zijn. Alle kleren gaan uit. Geen barrières meer. Je legt me achterover op bed. Benen wijd zeg je me en je neukt me met je handen. Ruw en hard zodat ik het morgen zeker nog voel. Je vingert me en ik kom spuitend klaar en dan stoot je in me. Diep hard en ruw ik wil dat je me vol spuit. Ik voel je eikel zwellen en ik voel je zaad in mijn spuiten en ik kom weer. Dit is nog eens lekkere ongeremde rauwe seks zo moet een kennismaking na jaren zijn.
Een avondje met een collega
A Fantasy by EV1971"Hey lekker ding" Zo begroet je me al vanaf ik een half jaar geleden hier kwam werken. Geen straf om zo door jou begroet te worden, met je lieve gezicht, je kastanjebruine haar los over je schouders, je C-cup borsten, heerljke billen en schitterende benen. Je weet zelf ook dat je er goed uitziet en daar hou ik van. Af en toe staan we heel dicht bij elkaar in de keuken als we tegelijk pauze hebben en dan is daar altijd die sensuele spanning waarbij je uitdagend voor me gaat staan of juist heel kort achter me. Ook nu sta je weer bijna tegen me aan terwijl ik koffie aan het pakken ben. Ik voel bijna je lichaamswarmte en moet me inhouden om me niet om te draaien en je een hartstochtelijke zoen te geven. Je parfum ruikt heerlijk en de kriebels beginnen te komen. "Lukt het met de koffie of moet ik je even een handje helpen?" Ik antwoord dat het me nog net lukt en vraag of jij ook wat wilt. "Ja, maar dat kun je niet uit dat apparaat halen mannetje" Op mijn vraag wat je dan wilt, zeg je niets, maar legt allebei je handen op mijn kont en knijpt er even goed in, daarna verhuizen je handen naar mijn kruis terwijl je me zegt dat je mij wilt. Mijn pik is ondertussen op oorlogssterkte gekomen en bonst hevig tegen mijn (op dit moment) veel te strak zittende broek aan. -"Niet hier, er kan elk moment iemand binnenkomen", zeg ik. "Hmm, en wat dan? Het is hier zo saai, ze kunnen wel wat vertier gebruiken" -"Nee, ik zit nog in m'n proeftijd en ik heb deze job echt nodig, maar we kunnen vanavond wel bij mij afspreken na het werk?" "Ik dacht dat je het nooit zou vragen, app me je adres zometeen maar", zeg je terwijl je me vluchtig een kus op de wang geeft en nog snel even aan mijn kruis voelt. "Hmm, daar weet ik straks wel raad mee" zeg je met een ondeugende blik in je ogen. De rest van de werkdag lijkt een eeuwigheid te duren, maar eindelijk wordt het dan toch half 6 en ik race naar huis. Eénmaal thuis bestel ik een heerlijke maaltijd bij een goed restaurant en zet alvast de wijnglazen en een fles wijn op tafel. Daarna ga ik me uitgebreid douchen, zodat ik straks lekker fris ben. Om zeven uur gaat de bel, ik doe open en daar sta je, je haar lijkt nóg mooier te zijn en je gezicht straalt van vrolijkheid. Je draagt een prachtig jurkje, waarin je figuur prachtig uitkomt en je benen er nog fantastischer uitzien dan normaal. Het eten staat ondertussen al klaar en we genieten van de maaltijd en de wijn. Na de maaltijd zeg je ondeugend: "En nu het dessert" terwijl je me hartstochtelijk op de mond zoent en je tong diep in mijn mond steekt. Ik til je op en neem je mee naar de slaapkamer, waar we al zoenend op het bed vallen. Ik til je jurkje iets op en voel dat je geen slipje aangetrokken hebt. "Bevalt het je tot nu toe?", "Ja" zeg ik "we gaan er een heerlijke avond van maken". Ik trek je jurkje uit en neem even de tijd om je heerlijke naakte lijf te bewonderen. Je bent nog mooier dan ik in mijn fantasie had durven dromen. Ik streel je nek, je schouders en ga lichtjes naar je borsten met mijn vingers. Je kreunt lichtjes en moedigt me aan om verder te gaan. Zachtjes kus ik je oorlelletjes en ga via je nek met mijn mond naar je heerlijke roze tepels. Eerst een klein likje, je schokt een beetje en duwt mijn hoofd wat steviger naar je borst toe. Nu sluit mijn mond zich om je tepel en streel ik met mijn hand de andere borst. "Oh ja, wat lekker.....uhm" Ik ga verder naar beneden en kus je buik tot ik bij je heerlijke kutje kom. Ik geef je lichte kusjes om je spleetje heen en lik heel zachtjes de buitenkant van je lipjes. Ik voel hoe je steeds warmer aan gaat voelen en zoek met mijn tong je klitje op. Omdat je al opgewonden bent, is dat niet zo moeilijk en ik lik je tot je hevig schokkend klaarkomt. "Mijn beurt handsome, liggen jij!" Je gaat iets sneller te werk dan ik, maar ik ben ondertussen zo opgewonden dat ik daar geen enkel bezwaar tegen kan inbrengen. Je likt mijn eikel en laat je tong vervolgens verder gaan naar mijn ballen. Van daar ga je weer terug naar mijn eikel en je mond sluit zich om mijn lid heen. Je tong draait in je mond rondjes om mijn eikel en ik moet me inhouden om niet meteen te spuiten. Je voelt dat ik bijna zover ben en zonder genade neem je mijn hele lid in je mond en pijpt me zó lekker dat ik het niet meer uithou. "IK KOOOMMMMM ohhhhhh". "Wauw, dat was snel, maar je denkt toch niet dat we al klaar zijn he?" Nee, dat had ik inderdaad niet gedacht en we hebben de hele nacht in alle standjes de liefde bedreven tot het de volgende morgen weer licht werd. "Weet je? Volgende maand hebben we een bedrijfsuitje en zitten we een heel weekend in Belgie in een hotel. Wat een lol kunnen we dan beleven" Ik kan haast niet wachten tot het zover is.....
Friendly Flirting turns to fucking
A True Story by Justsomeguy1As a male official in a female sporting environment, I sometimes finds myself in a world of flirty messages and sexual innuendos. There was this one occasion where I had be chatting to a girl from the team, it began as normal, casual conversation but there was an attraction from the start, although I was reluctant to push the boundaries of my professional position and relationship to the player, there was a side of me that was struggling to clear the thoughts from my head. As the messages grew riskier, and a clear mutual attraction was being built it became obvious that both parties wanted more. Pictures were exchanged and more flirty messages turned into sexual desires and fantasies. I had already been in a relationship with a female from within this establishment and this was common knowledge, this only made my new encounter all the more secretive and “against the rules” so to speak, as the two females were relatively close. One weekend a team bonding evening was planned, as the drinks flowed the thoughts going through my mind of what I wanted to do before the nights end were taking over. The night began to come to an end (for some at least) and they returned to the hotel rooms one by one, leaving just a few members remaining. Of course myself being one and my naughty secret being another. We found ourselves in the back of a taxi to a bar with one of female men ever of the team. As she made small talk with the driver I could feel the atmosphere between the two of us in the back seat, it was like we both knew what’s was going to happen. I could barely take anymore. It was dark in the back there was music playing and the chatter of the 2 in the front seemed like enough of a distraction. She was wearing a ball gown type dress with thin straps over her shoulders that ran down to her chest and tied at the back. She lent forward to join the conversation in the front and as she did I could see her firm fake breasts through the sides of her dress, she knew this. It was like she did it on purpose. She glanced back at me and then down at herself. I knew what she wanted, so I slowly ran my hand down from her shoulder, down her side and into the side of her green silk like dress and over her large fake breasts. They felt amazing. I could see it turning her on and she began to rub her hand over my thigh and towards my cock, all the while, the 2 in front continued their conversation. She was now gently rubbing her hand over my semi hard cock through my suit trousers as I continued to play with her tits. It was at this point we reached our next bar. We got out of the taxi and I thought that was going to be it, we had hotels booked but all the females were sharing rooms so it seemed implausible that we’d get anymore time alone. We continued to drink cocktails and laugh into the night, and there were still several others of our group out with us. The night finally began to reach an end and it seemed our secret fondling in the back of the cab was as far as it’d go. Then I received a message. It read “my car is parked on the 4th floor of the underground, I need some help getting some things when we get back” I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. I nodded and that was all. When we got back to the apartments where we staying the 3 of us from the previous taxi journey got out together again (these two females were sharing a room) as we were heading back to the room I want sure if she was serious about the car park situation but I thought I’m going to take a chance, so I said I just need to get something from my car I’ll meet you girls up there soon. I headed down to 4th underground floor where I waited for a couple of minutes by the car and just as I was getting ready to give up and go back to the room I saw the lift open. She walked over to me, without saying a word she pushed me behind her car kissed me a couple of times and then dropped straight to her knees. She slowly unzipped my suit pants and pulled out my already hard cock. She looked me in the eye and then gently slid her lips over the tip over my dick and down my shaft and began to suck. Her mouth felt so wet and soft I wanted to fill it, and the thought of someone catching us only heightened the feelings. She stopped for a second and popped the boot on this medium size SUV and then slowly lay back and spread her legs in front of me. Neither of us said a word, but I took hold of my now dripping wet cock and began to softly rub it over her clit and pussy, she threw her head back and her eyes rolled and she softly moaned. I slowly started to push the tip of my cock into her gaping, wet pussy, just a little bit at a time, teasing her almost, although it became to much for both of us and very soon after I just had to start fucking her deeper. By this point her pussy was gushing with every thrust and I’ve never seen a girl be that wet before, my cock was throbbing and all the ideas of where I wanted to finish were running through my head. Before I had chance to decide, she said “I want to feel you fill my mouth”. So we swapped positions, I was sat on the back of the boot and she was again kneeling down and sucking on my cock, one hand cradling my balls and the other rubbing her pussy which I could see was squirting onto the floor below. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. As she sucked deeper each time I could feel I was getting close to blowing I’m sure she could feel my balls pulsating in her hands and my cock thickening in her mouth, finally I blew. I looked down to see it pouring out the sides of her mouth as she carried on sucking. She slowly let go of my cock and then swallowed what was left of my load before using her middle finger to clean up the rest on her face. We made our way back up to the apartment where there were 3 other girls already sleeping. 2 in one room and one in another. I said I’d stay on the floor of their room fully clothed so no one would suspect anything. We both fell asleep and I thought that was the end of it. I woke up in the early hours of the morning with visions of our sex filled night still fresh in my mind, as I came to my sense I realised I had woken with a throbbing hard on. The bad side of me took over again, and even though she was now in bed with another player I couldn’t help but wonder how I could fuck her or even both of them. I slowly got up onto the bed and as she lay In her simply pyjamas I could see her nipples through the sides of her shirt. I began to run my fingers over them she moved slightly, (she knew what was happening) and began to rub her hands over my cock again, all whilst there was a second girl lay right next to her. I began to run my hand down her body and over her pussy that I could feel was already dripping, she struggled not to make a sound and in fear of doing so she removed my hand from her legs but continued to stroke my cock that she had now taken out of my pants. I could feel the build up again, my cock throbbing, the girl next to her had rolled over a couple of times already and I was sure she knew what was going on right beside her. She grabbed my hand and swapped it for hers on my cock, she moved closer to me and pulled out her underwear for me to blow over her pussy. Her tits were in my face, I could hear her playing in her pussy and the 2nd girl was only inches away, my cock began to throb my balls pulsating, I just couldn’t hold any longer. I blew a thick, big load all over her pussy and across the bed and then she causally pulled up her underwear and rolled back over. I returned to my unsuspecting spot on the floor and went back to sleep. The next morning we all left the apartment without any questions or suspicions, and to this day no one knows the going’s on of that seductive, sexy night. Now I eagerly wait the next naughty night out to see if that can be topped. Yours sincerely, Justsomeguy.
The Busty Bosnian
A Fantasy by BraveNewWorld91During a recent holiday to Adelaide, I caught up with my good friend, Ryan. On Saturday. He picked me up from my hotel room, and we drove to the seaside resort of Glenelg on the west coast nestled on the calm waters of the Gulf of St Vincent, a short distance from the city. Ryan was an avid fisherman, and while he cast a line into the sea at the end of the pier, I hired a skiff for the first time and taught myself how to row. I quickly mastered balancing the craft while standing, but when it came to landing on the beach, I constantly capsized on the little surf that lapped the shore. As the sun set across the gulf, bathing the environment in an orange hue, I decided it was time for one last attempt before returning the craft to the hirer. The beach was thinning out, and as I rounded the pier for my final attempt to land the skiff, I saw Ryan packing up his fishing gear. Lining up the craft with the shore and building up some momentum, the bow lifted slightly on the wave; I bent my knees, adjusted the weight distribution, and held my nerve. The beach approached quickly, I trimmed the skiff to control the wobbles, and within seconds, the boat coasted up the sand with a satisfying crunch. “Yes!” I exclaimed in victory, planting the oar firmly in the sand and stepping off the craft. “Impressive,” Came a female voice from my left. Turing, I watched a well-constructed blonde walking in my direction. She wore dark sunglasses; her hair was tied in a neckerchief; she wore a blue and red swimsuit and denim shorts. This woman had the biggest set of cans I have ever seen. She reminded me of the vintage pornstar Sally Layd in so many details. “Thanks,” I acknowledge, reaching for my towel, “That’s my first time landing it on the beach.” “Yeah, I saw you falling off a couple of times.” “It took all afternoon to master,” I said, towelling down. “Wow,” Came another compliment, “You look like a natural.” “It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do,” I responded, “But the beach landing was harder than I thought.” “You nailed it at the end,” She observed. “After so many failures, I finally figured out the trick to a perfect landing.” “Yeah?” She smiled, “Show me.” “I would,” I replied, glancing at the tranquil water, “But I have a return the skiff before the hirer closes,” The blonde shot me a quizzical look, not sure whether to believe me. “No, really,” I insisted, “They close at 6 O’Clock.” I pointed to the hirer’s cart parked above the beach with a steady stream of customers returning their watercraft. “Fair enough,” She acknowledged, “You better get your deposit.” After grabbing my belongings, I returned the skiff and the woman with the big cans automatically tagged along. We sat on the bench staring at the ocean. “I’m Jason, by the way.” “Milika, nice to meet you.” “That’s a pretty name.” “Thanks, it’s Bosnian.” Milika had an Australian accent and was born here. Her father was Bosnian but referred to himself as Yugoslavian, a throwback to the former Republic. “Have you been?” She asked, referring to a visit to Bosnia. “Never had the pleasure,” I replied, “But it’s on the bucket list.” “It’s a nice part of the world,” Milika said reflectively, “I was there last year.” “Last year, I went to Norfolk Island,” I said, “A tiny island in the middle of the Pacific.” “That’s part of Australia, yeah?” “Yep. It’s a nice place, but I stayed too long,” I laughed, telling Milika that I experienced everything the destination has to offer twice. “Do you live in Adelaide?” She asked. “Sydney.” “Ah, you’re on holiday?” “Yeah, taking a quick break and catching up with friends,” I replied, “Like Ryan over there.” Ryan was making his way towards us, carrying his fishing gear. “Any luck?” I asked. “Not today,” He replied disappointingly, “You figured out where you’re staying?” I had not. This trip to Adelaide was made with little, if any, planning. I booked a hotel in the city for the first night of my stay, but arrangements for Saturday and Sunday had not been made, and the evening was fast approaching. We made the introductions and walked towards Ryan’s car to deposit his equipment, and I grabbed my suitcase, being in mind to stay at Glenelg for the weekend. “Is it beer time?” I asked. “It sure is,” Replied Ryan. “Would you like to join us?” I asked Milika, who appeared to follow us like a lost puppy. “Thank you,” She replied, “I’d like that.” The three of us walked the short distance to the Glenelg Jetty Hotel. I bought the first round of drinks and sat in the beer garden, enjoying the balmy evening air. Over several rounds of drinks, I finally sorted out my accommodation, paying for a room at the Hotel. I am always partial to staying at pubs across the country, and the room I paid for was spacious and newly renovated. “Well, I’d better get back to the family,” Ryan announced after finishing his third bottle of Heinekin, “Good seeing you, buddy!” Ryan and I embraced and shook hands before he disappeared into the crowd. “And then there were two,” I joked with Milika. “I have to go after this,” Milika replied and nodded towards her drink. “Fair enough,” I said, a little disappointed that Milika decided to leave so soon. “What are your plans for tonight?” “Well, there’s a band playing here, so I’ll likely watch it before turning in.” “Sounds good,” Milika said, “It was nice to meet you. Enjoy the evening.” And then there was one. After my drink, I grabbed my case and went to my room. Showering and changing clothes, I returned to the bar with my Kindle and ordered dinner. I noticed the pub was filling up steadily, and there were several attractive women, but none as well-made as Milika. I missed that busty Bosnian. The band was mediocre at best, but it did attract patrons to the dancefloor. After dinner, I decided to relinquish my table to a group party and grabbed a stool at the bar. Despite the ambient noise and patrons jostling for service, I found it easy to become engrossed in the book on my Kindle. At one point, someone tapped me persistently on the shoulder. At first, I thought a drinker wanted to squeeze between me and the bar. I apologies and shifted my stool as much as possible to the left. However, the tapping persisted. I turned to face my tormentor and looked straight into the eyes of a smiling Milika. “Oh, hey,” I stammered, surprised by her reappearance, “What brings you back?” “I thought I would join you for a drink.” “By all means,” I grinned, “Same again or something different?” “I’d like a glass of wine, please.” “Sure,” I ordered, “Shall we find somewhere to sit?” We found a place to sit outside on the sidewalk. It was undoubtedly quieter despite the regular presence of trams rumbling by. After chatting over a couple of drinks, Milika asked about my personal life. “No one at present,” I answered, “What about yourself?” “I have a boy toy to scratch a specific itch, but nobody regular.” “Wow,” I said, “I was expecting you to be firmly off the market.” “Why did you assume that?” Milika asked with a smile. “You’re very attractive, confident and engaging.” “Oh, thank you. That’s very sweet.” “So, what’s that specific itch you have?” I asked cheekily. Milika paused while a huge grin lit up her face. “I may tell you later.” “What made you want to hang out with me?” I asked, changing the subject slightly. “I watched you at the beach earlier,” She said, “It was your persistence that intrigued me, and I’m drawn to confident men.” From that point on, I knew I was getting laid, but there was more courting to do on both sides. Understanding what makes a person tick inside and out, and being flirtatious, helps build anticipation and usually results in a more satisfying outcome. “I knew you were someone I wanted to talk to,” Milika continued. “This pleases me,” I replied, my gaze continually dropping to her ample cleavage and admiring the view. We chatted about benign topics for some time before Milika suggested we do a couple of shots. We fought our way to the bar and ordered tequila. From past courtships, charges of agave usually lead to a happy outcome for both parties. “What are you into, sexually?” Milika asked me. “Everything that doesn’t involve pain, scat or animal,” I joked. “Pretty broad-minded then?” “There’s not much I’m not into,” I rephrased, “The best sex begins with the mind.” “For sure,” Milika said, “Once you’ve unlocked my mind, you can take my body.” And what a body it was! Guys in the bar were furtively glancing at Milika and admiring her assets, including long, shapely legs and a solid butt. She was no stick insect, but, at the same time, Milika was not overweight or fat. “What are your sexual limits?” I asked Milika. “Same as you,” She replied, “I love cock!” “Have you knocked boots with a woman?” “Kinda,” Milika said, “I was in a relationship with a football player a few years ago, and we did a threesome with another woman for his birthday.” “Enjoy it?” “He did,” She answered, “We all did, but it was not quite what you’re thinking.” “Oh?” “There was no sexual activity between her and me,” Milika explained, “We pleasured him.” “Okay,” I chuckled, “I’ve done FMF threesomes, and I’ve always encouraged girl-on-girl action.” “You’re a typical red-blooded male.” Milika playfully slapped my arm, “What else have you done?” The tequila had loosened my inhibitions, and I felt comfortable talking about some of my more extreme sexual encounters. “Had sex with a trans-sexual back in the day.” “Really?” Milika’s eyes widened, “What was that like?” “Yeah, it was good.” “Have you been with men?” She probed. I did not answer directly but confirmed some quirky facial expressions. “You have!” Malika crowed, “Top or bottom.” “Top mainly.” “So, you like giving anal?” She asked. “Of course.” “Which is best, men or women?” “Women, for the win!” I confirmed. “Do you like my butt?” “It’s fantastic!” “What would you do to it?” Milika asked, clearly aroused. “Lick it, kiss it and, if you let me fuck it.” “Mm, you might get lucky tonight,” She teased. At that moment, the band struck up a tune that Milika favoured and yanked me by the hand and onto the dancefloor. She gyrated alluringly, lost in the music while I stood on the periphery and watched. When the tune ended, Milika came up to me and whispered in my ear. “Take me to your room,” She said, “I want to take your cock in my mouth, and we’ll just have to see where it goes from there.” Milika’s offer was impossible to turn down. The thought of unwrapping and exploring her body cut through the alcoholic fog immediately, and the cock grew in anticipation. “Let’s go.” In the stairwell on the way to my hotel room, Milika pushed me against the wall and started furiously kissing me and grabbing my crotch while I pawed her massive tits. A couple descending the stairs interrupted us, and giggling, we made it to my room. Milika removed her top, discarded her shorts, revealed her handpicked lingerie, and climbed onto the bed. “I’ve got a very long tongue,” She said seductively, licking two fingers, “Getting them wet for my pussy.” Yes, it was longer than usual, but not like Kiss’ Gene Simmons’ tongue. Milika’s fingers went down to her snatch and played with the lips. “Crotchless panties,” She teased, “They’re so much fun!” Next, she brought the fingers back to her mouth, extended her tongue, and added more saliva. “I’m going to get my tits out for you since you’ve been staring at them all day.” Milika pulled down the bra straps and revealed a pair of fleshy boobs with little if any sag but 100 per cent natural. “My nipples are so hard, and they make my pussy so wet when I play with them.” This gorgeous Bosnian played with her tits and pulled on her nipples which glistened with saliva. Milika laid back on the bed and resumed playing with her pussy. Using both hands, she parted the lips revealing a moist pink core. As she played with her cunt, Milika implored me to pinch her nipples and play with her boobs which I was more than happy to oblige. “Come and look at my pussy.” Said Milika, who easily inserted a finger into her musky box. The second finger slipped inside, and Milika began finger fucking herself. “Can you hear that?” She asked. Indeed, I could. The fucking motion caused a sloshing noise from within Milika’s pussy that sounded like a sponge being squeezed. She was gushing. “Shall we try three?” She asked me, “My pussy’s a bit harder to pump with three.” The challenge of three of her dainty fingers was a little too tricky because her pussy was so tight. I imagined how tighter her arsehole was going to be. “I really want your cock,” Milika said, after slapping her clit, “Will you give it to me?” Getting naked had never had a more urgent priority, and I scrambled to discard my clothes and free my diamond-strength cock, which I brought to Milika’s waiting mouth. While her mouth was spacious, Milika struggled with length but made a point to press my engorged head against the inside of her cheek. “Do you like that on your balls?” After using her extended tongue to lap against my rapidly tightening sack, she asked. Milika got on her nads and knees while I brought up my foot to the bed. She resumed throating my cock from that new position which allowed her to swallow a few extra millimetres of length. Her technique was good, and she enjoyed giving head. I loved it when she spat on the head and rubbed it in. “Are you going to spit on my pussy like that?” She asked lustily before resuming her oral attention, “Spit on my arsehole, maybe?” I loved the way Milika kept spitting on my cock, making the shaft glisten from the light of the bedside table and keeping direct eye contact with me. Despite her obvious talent, Milika showed no inclination to eat my arsehole. I could have asked, I guess, but this whole experience seemed surreal. “You know how wet it makes me sucking on cock?” She asked, “It makes my pussy swell, my clit throb and my nipples hard, so I need your cock inside me.” I reckoned Milika sucked on my cock and licked my balls for a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen. However, I was more than happy to experience Milika’s cunt. “And maybe you’ll put your cock somewhere else,” She teased. Straddling me, Milika grabbed the shaft of my cock and eased it into her volcanic pussy. Yes, she was tight, wet and hot. As she gently rocked on my crotch, I could hear just how wet she was. Milika pinched her nipples hard, lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, and loan moans of pleasure filled the room. “Fuck me from behind!” Milika scooted off me. I pressed the head of my cock in between the crotchless panties and entered her pussy easily. Being inside Milika felt fantastic, and I could have easily pumped myself to an orgasm. Each time I withdrew my cock, the shaft sparkled from the substantial layer of juice. Milika whimpered and purred as I picked up the pace. I was unsure if she came or was coming, but the volume never rose substantially. With my hands on her hips, my head was back, eyes closed, I felt great fucking Milika’s cunt. “Look at me,” She ordered, “I want it in my arse.” Milika eased the crotchless panties down her shapely thighs and slapped each fleshy globe. “You know what makes me come, harder?” She asked me, “A finger in my arse or a cock in my arse.” Milika leaned on her elbows and told me to lubricate her arsehole. “Grab the lube from my bag,” Milika panted after enjoying a minute or two of my tongue dancing across her puckered hole, “All over my arse.” After retrieving the bottle of lube, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on her hole and across each cheek. “Yeah, that’s the right amount.” Placing both hands on Milika’s cheeks, I worked the lubrication across the skin and hole. “Stick a finger inside,” Milika orders when I scrapped a fingernail across her O-ring. I pressed the fingertip against the hole and pressed. Milika took a sharp intake of breath, but the grease application enabled a surprising entry. She was massaging her clit and humming like a well-oiled engine when I added a second finger. “Rub your cock across my arsehole,” She pleaded, “Get that lube all over your cock.” Milika reached around and pressed a finger on the head of my cock. She directed the tip inside her arsehole. I pushed, and her rosette yielded, allowing me to feed her arsehole serious length. “Oh,” Milika groaned, “Your cock is in my arsehole. Fucking my tight arsehole.” Indeed, it was tight, but the liberal application of lube made penetration much easier, and I was balls deep in no time. “Do me harder,” Milika pleaded. For several minutes, Milika was uttering gibberish as I ploughed her shitter. I knew that I was close to peaking, but it felt too good to end it so soon. As a means of circuit-breaking the inevitable, I asked Milika to flip over. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs back, exposing her arsehole, and I fed it my sticky length. Milika’s face showed an almost dreamlike appearance as I picked up the pace. She constantly pinched at the nipples of her enormous breasts and kept her gaze locked on mine. I tried desperately to prolonge my orgasm, but Milika’s arsehole, her dirty talk and the sight of her incredible body tipped me over the edge. “Where do you want me to come?” I hissed through gritted teeth. Milika came alive and was very specific. “I want you to come inside my arse,” She said firmly, “And to let it drip into that glass over there.” She was referring to the glass on the counter by the TV. “And then I want you to pour on my face.” Holy shit, man! This chick was hardcore and had very definitive ideas for tonight’s action. “Here it comes,” I groaned as my balls violently spat out ropes of hot come deep inside Milika’s dirty arse. “I felt that,” Milika giggled, “That was strong, Jason.” Her statement was spot-on. I had a tremendous orgasm, and when she flexed her muscle, the secondary jolts of pleasure were powerful. When my climax subsided, I eased my softening cock from her bung and reached for the glass. Pressing against Milika’s sphincter, she pushed. Nothing came out at first, but then ribbons of sperm fell into the waiting glass. I had filled her up with a respectable amount of sperm. “Pour it on my face.” Milika shuffled off the bed and onto the floor. She titled her head back and pursed her lips, using one hand to stimulate her engorged clit. I upended the glass, and the filthy cocktail of sperm and lubricant dripped onto her pretty face. Milika suddenly shuddered and let out a long, guttural moan. “Fuck, yeah!” Milika took the glass from me and tongued the inside. Slime dripped from her face onto her tits. With the glass cleaned, Milika went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. “Now, that’s a proper fuck!” Milika was not wrong. She had a shower and departed, promising to see me the next day and ramp up the action. If I thought tonight was her A-game, I was sorely mistaken. I awoke on Sunday slightly groggy from an excess of alcohol but with a raging hard-on as I recalled the filthy exploits of the night before. Milika and I tentatively agreed to meet again today, so I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone. Sure enough, she had sent me a text thanking me for a wonderful night and including a photo of one of her enormous boobs. I realised that her ‘boobage’ or chest real estate had been underutilised last night in favour of some filthy anal sex instead. Given the high probability of meeting again later today, I was determined to lavish plenty of attention on those impressive globes. “That’s lovely,” I replied, responding to the photo, “How are you this morning?” “Feeling good, and you?” “Energised,” I replied, adding, “In mind and body.” “Did you have fun last night?” “You know I did,” I tapped, “Both in and out of my hotel room.” “Same,” Milika replied, “Fancy more fun today?” “What did you have in mind?” “Some drinks and maybe some more bum fun?” “Reads like a plan,” I said, “How is your arse? BTW, hope I wasn’t too rough with it?” Milika responded for several minutes before sending me a photo of her curvy derrière. “She positively buzzed this morning and eager to play some more.” It took supreme forbearance to not jerk off my twitching cock. Milika’s most intimate hole drained my balls in an epic session on par with the filthiest porn saved in my favourites list on Xhamster. Milika asked me to meet her in Morphettville later in the day following church and the traditional family Sunday lunch, two activities she was not keen on. Having promised to do so, I gathered my bathers and headed to the beach to cool my loins. I was rather stiff from my water-born exertions from the previous day, so I bathed and tanned, preferring to relax rather than exercise. My friend, Ryan, was also busy with family duties, so I was on my own; to be fair, the solitude comforted me. Becoming hungry, I headed along ANZAC Highway back to the pub where I was staying. After showering and changing, I grabbed lunch at a local café and opened my phone. Boy, Milika had been busy texting or, more accurately, sexting. In a flurry, I received photos, selfies, in various suggestive poses at the church and from her parents’ house. She was marketing her best assets; cleavage, butt cheeks, offset face and one on the toilet. I zoomed in on the latter to see if Milika was peeing, but the shot was taken so haste that the focus obscured the action. “Very nice,” I tapped back after appreciating the photo montage. “Finally,” She replied with mock indignation, “Where have you been?” “Cooling…my…off at the beach,” Came my truthful yet ambiguous reply. “Sure is hot,” Was Milika’s response, not picking up on my implied insinuation, “What are you up to?” “Grabbing some lunch and, after that, will jump on the tram and meet you.” “Ok, cool,” She wrote back, “I’m about to leave my folks’ place. See you around 4-ish.” Given that our meeting time was several hours away, I assumed that her parents lived some distance from the suburb of Morphettville – the appointed meeting place – where Milika lived. I glanced at the Omega Seamaster that graced my arm; two hours to go. “Awwwh!” My cock groaned under and twitched with anticipation. Before I met Milika the day before, I had plans to do things in and around Glenelg, but none of those activities were achieved. The pursuit of anal-themed debauchery trumped all alternatives. “Just stepping off the tram,” texted Milika about an hour before our appointed meeting time. I received no response from Milika as I strolled down Morphett Road beside the world-famous Morphettville Racecourse. I quickly found our meeting place, a small wooded park which I assumed was close to Milika’s place. A small creek bisected the green space, and while the sun was burning everything before it, some discrete, shaded area allowed me to consume some beers and read my book. I could barely focus on my book; the need to check my phone took precedence, but there were no messages, which frustrated me. As the sun sank to the west, across the Gulf of St. Vincent, the orange hue cast the suburb in an unworldly light that reminded me of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, which I had recently seen on stage, starring the underrated Shannon Noll nailing Phil Lynott’s original performance. Around 4:15 PM, after depositing my empty beer bottles in a nearby bin, l perceived the busty Bosnian’s voluptuous figure approaching me from the opposite side of the park. My beer-addled prick jumped into life as soon as Milika waved in acknowledgement. She wore a canary-yellow polka dot summer dress perfectly contoured to her voluptuous body. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, a navy blue wide-brimmed hat protected her face, and her long blonde hair flowed behind her. Hanging from her shoulder was a small handbag, and in her hand was a bottle of wine wrapped in a neoprene sleeve. Milika’s swagger was guaranteed to enrage any red-blooded male. And she knew it! “Glad you’re here,” She swooned, kissing my cheeks rather than planting her lips on mine. Milika indeed felt feline and slippery when held in my strong masculine grip. My rapidly bulging cock felt uncomfortable and noticeable, pressing against her meaty thigh. She knew, of course, but chose to ignore the not-so-subtle intrusion. “How was your day?” I asked after we broke the embrace. “Ugh, families,” Milika replied with a humourous snort, “I need a drink.” Milika explained that she drove to church and her parents for lunch so that she could join me earlier than had she taken public transport. As a result, this family Sunday was dry and cattier than usual. She grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge that would have been drunk at her parents and joined me. “We’ll have to drink this from the bottle,” Milika chuckled, “Like proper bogans.” “I’m cool with that,” I laughed as I removed the ice-cold bottle from the sleeve and unscrewed the top, “Be my guest.” Milika took the proffered bottle, raised it to her mouth, and took a generous swig. “That’s better!” I took a mouthful and immediately winced at the bitterness. Milika laughed at my reaction and then leaned in for a lip kiss. “So,” Milika asked, “How was your day?” “I found amusements enough before coming here.” “As amusing as last night?” “Alas, no,” I replied, taking a sip of wine, “There are very few amusements in this world that would top last night’s fun.” Milika beamed in satisfaction and leaned in for another kiss, and she breathed into my ear that she enjoyed the evening. Taking another sip of wine, Milika instantly spluttered, and wine dribbled from her mouth down her chin before dropping right between her cleavage. She coughed uncontrollably, expelling the wine that had clogged her airway. “Wrong hole?” “No such thing as the wrong hole,” Milika said, gasping for air as she recovered, her gigantic chest heaving mightily. After wiping her eyes and chin, Milika surveyed the state of her dress. The fabric had a small wet patch, but most fluid had disappeared in the tight cleft between her tits. “Look where you made me spill my wine,” She laughed. “Me?” I chuckled, “I din do nuffink!” “Feels nice and cold against my skin,” Milika noted as she wiped her mouth, “Need more of that.” Milika dropped the straps of her summer dress so that they rested against her biceps before pulling the front of her dress down to expose more tit flesh. Taking hold of the bottle, she drizzled cold wine from left to right across the skin. “Ohh,” Milika exclaimed, giggling, “Makes my skin shiver.” “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” “Nope,” Milika giggled, “No panties either.” “You’re such a naughty slut!” “Yep, I love being such a tease,” She said, pulling the dress further down to free her incredible breasts. She placed the bottle on the concrete by the bench we were sitting on and kneaded the flesh, pushing her tits together and flicking the nipples with her nails. “They’re incredible,” I said, waiting for Milika to let me grope them. “Yep,” She agreed, “They’re a hit with the guys and the girls.” “You’re into girls?” I asked without surprise. “Occasionally,” She confirmed, “Prefer cock, though.” “I’m into anal, as you know,” Milika laughed, “And girls just don’t cut it.” “Really?” I asked, “Dildo, toys, fist?” “Fist, in my butt?” Milika asked askance before screwing up her face, “Nothing beats a hot, pulsating cock ploughing my guts.” “Classy,” I laughed. “Yes, that was crude,” Agreed Milika with a girly giggle, “You want to touch these?” Milika turned and offered me her enormous globes. They were larger than my hands, firm to the touch and topped with a pair of pink, suckable teats. When I licked them, Milika threw her head back in pleasure and softly moaned. My cock rose to immediate attention, straining in my shorts. “That’s it,” She breathed, pulling my head in deeper and stroking my hair, “Making me so wet.” She did not exaggerate. I manoeuvred a hand between her legs and probed her hairless, sopping slit. Milika spread her legs, allowing me to slide two fingers inside. She pulled her dress up and began rubbing her clit. Seconds later, she came, her sexy body shuddering and rippling, but the orgasm seemed a little subdued. “Fuck, that was good,” Milika panted, “Unexpected!” I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean of Milika’s musky juice. After scanning the park for intruders or peeping Toms, I released my straining cock, which glistened in the scorching sun. Milika placed a dainty hand around the throbbing shaft. “Hello, stranger,” She cooed, “Let’s get reacquainted.” Leaning down, Milika’s generous mouth engulfed my pole, and she expertly blew me, using her lips, tongue and hand. Since my thoughts continually replayed the events of the night before and the anticipation of a follow-up session, I dug deep into my reserves of self-control to stop from prematurely coming. Milika sensed this, too and released her lips from the head of my cock with a snap. She looked around pensively before removing her dress. Fully naked in the park, she deftly relieved me of my shorts and confidently announced she would tit wank me. “Haven’t had a good sausage sandwich in a while,” I said, knowing that those melons would get me off in no time, and this time I had no intention of holding back. Milika got off the bench and knelt before me, playing with her tits. She began coughing up as much saliva as her wine-scented mouth could produce. Milika slutilly let long tendrils of spits exit her mouth and land on her “breast-age”. I was encouraged to add my saliva and spat as much as possible to add to the mix. What Milika did next surprised me. She reached between her legs, fingered her sopping box and smeared cunt juice over her skin. “I think I’m ready for you,” She said, shuffling a bit closer so that her chest could engulf my cock. Milika pressed kilos of flesh against my quivering cock. She began bobbing up and down with our fingers locked together, bringing me off with expert ease. Her eyes never left mine as I moaned and groaned at the incredible sensation of being a prisoner to this woman’s extraordinary assets. After a few minutes, Milika said her knees were hurting on the searing concrete. Standing up, we traded places. She lay down on the wooden bench, and I straddled her, placing my cock back between her tits. I noticed a small wet patch on the ground from where she had knelt. “Just make sure you cream all over them, alright?” “Oh, I will,” I replied, placing my greasy shaft between that thick flesh, “Guaranteed.” I pressed each breast together, and Milika placed her fingers against mine for an extra tight grip. The spit and pussy juice lube was not ideal, especially not in this heat, and my cock chafed a little, but there was enough to slide my cock in and out those mammaries. “I love getting my tits fucked,” She moaned repeatedly, “Fuck them hard.” Milika seemed in heaven, lying on the bench, revelling at my expression as her boobs brought me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. Sweat was pouring from my brow as she encouraged me to pound her chest and plaster it with hot sperm. “Shit!” I hissed as my cock violently twitched and coughed up ropes of thick white sludge that covered the skin between each breast. That was followed by high-velocity spurts of more translucent fluid that hit random points across Milika’s gorgeous face, which surprised her. “Goodness!” Milika squealed as she flinched from the tendrils of boiling jizz and hit her in the face, “You’re naughty.” I laughed after my orgasm subsided, seeing what a mess I had made of Milika’s face. She wiped the sperm from her top lip and chin. There was a sizeable deposit on her throat, too. “Oh, you’re backed up,” She said after discovering how much sperm was plastered on her torso, “Wow!” “I wasn’t expected to come so much,” I breathed, wiping my forehead, “Especially after last night.” “You came more today, for sure,” She smiled, “You gave me exactly what I wanted. Thank you!” “My pleasure,” I said, climbing off Milika’s body, “That was great!” She swung her legs and sat upright, surveying the splatter pattern across her huge tits before massaging my cream into her skin. I noticed another wet patch on the bench. Was she a squirter, I wondered. “You’re a big cummer,” She complimented. “Well, you have huge boobs,” I said, “And they are essential for a great tit wank.” “That’s what I’m told,” Milika snickered, “I need a drink.” Grabbing the bottle that was indeed warm now, she upended it and almost drained what remained. Handing me the bottle, I drained the last mouthful. “I need something colder than that,” Milika said and spat on the ground before reaching for her dress, “You want to come back to my place?” “Love to,” I said without a second thought as I pulled up my shorts, “Should we get some liquid refreshments?” “Sure,” Milika replied after fixing her hat, grabbing her bag and the empty bottle of wine, “There is a pub and bottle shop along the way.” The air conditioning was so welcome when we crossed the pub’s threshold. We ordered drinks and found a table. “Be right back, sweetie,” Milika said, giving me a peck on the lips. “Why so long?” I asked after I had nearly finished my beer before Milika returned. “I had to clean up,” She chuckled before downing a glass of water in front of her, “It was not a pretty sight.” “You could have used me for that,” I joked. “That would have made it worse!” Milika and I shared several drinks and a cold meats and dips platter. The conversation was witty and laced with innuendos as we teased each other, knowing there would be another session at her place. Upon leaving, we grabbed a bottle of wine and walked through a tangle of respectable suburban streets before arriving at a quiet apartment block. Milika ushered me with a sense of pride into her tastefully decorated abode. As I closed the door to her third-floor apartment, Milika immediately announced she was showering because she felt funky from the afternoon’s activities. I was instructed to grab two glasses from the kitchen and park on the balcony. I briefly looked around the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and adorned with photos of family, friends, and, I assumed, lovers past and present. I found the screw in the kitchen and quickly removed the cork from the bottle. I grabbed two glasses and filled a wine bucket with ice from the freezer. Stepping onto the balcony, the sun was cresting the roof of Milika’s apartment, heading west with perhaps thirty minutes left until it descended below the top of the neighbouring building, its heat dissipating as the day died. On the balcony were two lounge chairs and a table against the far wall. On the table was an ashtray filled with DIY cigarette butts, an empty bong, a small red vibrator, and a bottle of personal lubrication, half full. Evidently, the Busty Bosnian got up to a lot of fun behind closed doors, but not necessarily on her own. I sat down with the sun blinding me, removed my t-shirt and took a sip of wine, which was better than the first. The shower ceased, and I heard the curtain pulled back. Minutes later, Milika joined me on the balcony dressed in a turquoise fishnet top, which strained to cover her boobs, stockings, and a matching pair of panties. “You look amazing!” I gushed as Milika took the glass from me, “That’s a sensational outfit.” “Glad you like it,” She acknowledged as she took the chair closest to the wall where the table was positioned. “This is a nice apartment,” I said, “Do you own it?” “Ten years now,” She replied proudly, “The sun is about to set.” “It’s going to be gorgeous,” I predicted as I swallowed more wine. “I watch the sunset all the time,” Milika whispered. “Just watch,” I grinned while cocking my head towards the table and its contents. “What can I say,” Milika replied without embarrassment, “Sunbathing makes me horny, so I pleasure myself.” “That toy seems oddly inadequate,” I said, noting its smallness. “Oh, I have a substantial toy collection in my room,” She noted, “That one warms me up.” “And the bong?” I asked, “You don’t look the type to be a smoker.” “I’m not,” Milika laughed, “It belongs to a friend.” “A lover?” “A friend with benefits,” She winked at me. “Ah,” I nodded in acknowledgement, “Fair enough.” We sat silently and watched the sun drop below the roof of the complex next door. The temperature noticeably cooled, and we both expressed relief. However, the ambient temperature remained stubbornly in the thirties, and this meant the ice melted and the wine warmed up. However, none of this bothered Milika, who stared into the west, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked as the silence continued. “Huh?” She said, “Oh, I was just thinking about something, a fantasy I have that could be fulfilled.” “Oh, and what’s that?” “When do you come back to Adelaide?” She asked. I planned to collect a hire car the next day and explore the wine regions, and my visit had little to do with wine but to hook up with an old work colleague with whom I had a fling a couple of years earlier that began in a haunted house. Milika did not need to know that part of my trip, but I answered her question with midday Friday in one week. “And when do you go back to Sydney?” “Saturday afternoon,” I answered, “Why?” “Well, I was thinking,” Milika’s words tumbled out with little cohesion, “And I don’t expect you to say yes, but…” “But what?” I asked, “Spit it out.” “Well, OMG,” She stuttered, holding her head in a hand, “Ok, well, a long-held fantasy of mine is to have a threesome with two guys.” “Ok.” “Yeah, and while I have no issue pleasuring two or more guys, I really want to be DP’d,” Milika was almost hyperventilating, “You’d be perfect since you’re an arse lover.” “And the other gentleman is your friend with benefits?” “Yes, but he doesn’t go for anal,” Milika confessed, becoming bright red with embarrassment, “But he wants to help me fulfil my fantasy.” “You could have your pick of Adelaide’s finest with that body,” I laughed, “Why me?” “Because you know what you’re doing,” She said directly and seriously, “And you’ve pleasured me no end in the short time since we met.” “Likewise,” I reassured her, “You’re a real firecracker.” Milika relaxed a tad and asked me whether it was possible to fulfil her fantasy. I gave conditional assent pending the necessary chemistry between the three parties. “Well,” Milika launched into another nervous word salad, which can be distilled into the following sentence, “Let’s meet on Friday, have a few drinks and see how it goes.” “I’d prefer exclusive access with you,” I said, “But if the three of us hit it off, I’m happy to help you fulfil a fantasy.” “Oh, goody,” She squealed and reached for her phone to tap out a message to her friend with benefits, “It’s going to be so good.” I agreed after participating in several – not many - MMF threesomes in the past. The trick to success is chemistry and ensuring the female is treated with respect by making her the centre of attention and reading the signs of her body and mind. There were only a couple of occasions when we males delivered a DP, but those sessions were epic. My FWB, his name is Adrian, never stays the night,” Milika said after completing the message, “So, if you stay with me when you get back to town, I’ll give you an exclusive one-on-one going away present on Saturday.” “That’s an offer I cannot refuse,” I said, hardness returning to my crotch. “In addition,” Milika purred, leaning in for a kiss, “You have exclusive rights to me tonight.” “Exclusive rights?” I asked while fondling one of her massive breasts, “All access?” “You can touch me anywhere you want,” She bit my lip, “Use any hole for your pleasure.” “Lead the way.” Milika stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. There were a variety of sex toys strewn around the room. The open wardrobe showed a wide selection of sexy lingerie, including leather boots, handcuffs, whips, and ball gags. Milika had a serious sex drive with some BDSM tendencies. When she flopped on the bed, I undid my belt and discarded my shorts. Upon seeing my rejuvenated boner, Milika rolled onto her side, grabbed my pole and took it deep into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. She grabbed a long thin, red-coloured sex toy on the bed and inserted a fat end into her cunt. Milika fucked herself while blowing my cock. She was running as fast as the Nile because I could hear a sloshing noise with each thrust, and the toy’s body glistened with juice. As she sucked and fucked, I roughly pawed both massive breasts while sighing as my cock was expertly throated. Occasionally, I reached down and flicked her bean, causing spasms of pleasure as my cock dripped with saliva. After five minutes of this action, Milika removed the toy from her pussy, sucked on the head and then flipped over to all fours and ordered me to fuck her from behind. My wet cock easily entered her dripping snatch. A second toy was deployed against her clit while Milika continued sucking on the long dongler. Milika’s pussy was tight and slick as I pumped her. Every few seconds, in between moans, we told each other how good this fucking was. As I increased the tempo, my pounding action caused her luscious butt cheeks to quiver, and the rippling effect engulfed her entire body. Milika came several times in short, shrill screams. “Put this in my arse,” She said, handing me a mid-sized red vibrator she had recently used to stimulate her clit. Taking the vibrator from her, I pulled my cock out so that only the head remained inside her hot box; I spat on my fingers and applied the lubricant to Milika’s puckered hole. Seconds later, I directed the tapered head of the vibrate to her arse and pressed. Milika accepted the intrusion readily, and I quickly developed a rhythm where I could insert my prick and withdraw the dildo to mimic a classic two cock DP. “Let me ride you,” Milika pleaded after several minutes of doggy. We swapped positions, and Milika straddled me effortlessly. After a minute or two of her riding me, Milika grabbed the red vibrator, reached around and slid it into her arse. The pressure exerted on my cock through the thin membrane, combined with the buzzing, felt incredible on my cock. “Fuck, yeah,” I panted, “That feels amazing.” Milika had to keep her hand on the toy’s base to prevent it from shooting across the room. She was panting and moaning and taking satisfaction from my facial features. “Those vibrations are incredible!” I repeated. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” “Awesome,” I grunted, “You’re making my cock feel great.” At that moment, I held Milika’s juicy butt in place and slammed into her, my thighs slapping against hers. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” She wailed, “Fuck me like that, don’t stop!” With my hands planted firmly on her cheeks, I fucked Milika’s pussy hard while the vibrator continued doing its thing in the dirt box. As she sat back “I’m coming!” “Yeah, baby, come on my hard cock.” As I sucked on her pert nipples, Milika climaxed hard; her face reddened as waves of pleasure washed over her impressive body. The pussy spasmed repeatedly as the vibrator continued buzzing. As she sat back, Milika released her grip on the vibrator, and its base rested on my balls, causing my cock to twitch in her sloppy pussy. “Do you want my arse, lover boy?” Milika asked after a few seconds of resting. Of course, I did. Milika climbed off me, grabbed the lubricant, and, before applying a generous dollop, sucked her pussy juices from my cock. When she was satisfied, Milika straddled me again, facing the opposite direction – reverse cowgirl. She eased my fat prick inside her shitter. After swearing and moaning, she took a moment to adjust to the foreign intruder before leaning back with her hand planted by my shoulder. The other hand gripped the red vibrator, which she applied to her clit. Holding Milika in place, I fucked her arse hard, and she quickly thundered to another screaming orgasm. I did not relish this position because I could not see a lot of action, but my prick felt terrific inside her bung. Milika disengaged, and my cock exited her shitter with a satisfying pop. In a change of pace, she handed me another vibrator and asked me to use it and the other one on her holes. Laying on her side, Milika pulled an arse cheek apart and exposed both holes for me to play with. I used the toys to satisfy her with a classic DP action, making her purr. While this was fun, I was eager to plunge my cock back into Milika’s plump and willing bottom. While she was not gaping, the hole was undoubtedly relaxed and, with the lubrication, had no trouble accepting toys of various sizes and descriptions. “Oh, let me turn over.” Milika assumed the doggy position with her arse high in the air, and the sight of spread fuck holes was breathtaking. I spat on the dirty hole and inserted the toys, pulling out and sliding in. She reached around and began circling her clit. Soon enough, Milika came again in a crescendo of groans and grunts. As she descended, I sucked on both toys, tasting the contrasting flavours before burying my tongue deep inside Milika’s rosette. This unexpected action resulted in a more minor climax as Milika continued circling her clit. “Now I want you to fuck my arse until you come,” She said with conviction while remaining in place. I mounted the bed, straddled her cheeks and fed Milika’s butthole my entire length. Her hand remained on her clit as I started fucking Milika hard with long strokes. My orgasm, the third in less than twenty-four hours, was hard to nail and required much concentration. Thankfully, Milika’s arse and mouth kept me focused; the bung which flexed around my greasy cock, and her mouth that continually uttered filthy encouragement in between squeals of pleasure. By now, I was ploughing Milika’s dirty hole like it was her pussy, slamming my cock in and out. My balls slapped away but soon began tightening as I rapidly approached a climax. She sensed a change in mood, and my vocalisations became more intense. “I want you to come in my mouth”, she repeated with driving urgency. As soon as I felt that energy rise the length of my cock, I reluctantly whipped my cock from Milika’s well-buggered shitter and started furiously pumping the shaft to reach the peak of Mount Orgasm. Simultaneously, Milika leapt from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me, mouth open, waiting to receive what little I had left, panting hard as she did so. “Fuck!” I hissed as pleasure bolts hit me hard, “Here it comes.” My cock jerked, and a few spurts shot from the head. The first landed on Milika’s right cheek, the second on her bottom lip, and the last on her waiting tongue. She purred in satisfaction, watching me revel in secondary jolts of delight. Milika withdrew her tongue and swallowed my gift before opening her mouth and sucking on my deflating pole. When she released me, she did so with a loud smack of the lips. “It’s better when I have some warning,” She giggled, wiping the sperm from her cheek and rising to her feet, “It wasn’t as much this time.” “No,” I agreed, “You have well and truly drained my balls!” “Good job you have a week to refill then, right?” Said Milika, referring to my trip, not knowing that if my plans worked out, my balls would not get much chance to replenish. “They’ll be ready for our threesome!”
The Owl and The Pussy Cat Went To Sea
A Fantasy by EveningAngelThe Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat They took some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above And sang to a small guitar "Oh lovely Pussy, o pussy my love What a beautiful pussy you are." The ocean was calm. Small waves were cut by the sharp bow of the small yacht as it glided across the water. There were few clouds in the bright blue sky. Owl stood at the helm wearing shorts, sunglasses and a cap. Sea spray glistened on the skin of his broad shoulders, as he looked out across the water. Pussy, wearing a small string bikini, lounged on the foredeck on a large blanket. Her skin was a golden bronze from exposure to the sun. Beside her was a large steel ice bucket with a frosty bottle of champagne. Lying on her stomach, the warm sun touched almost all of her body. A small tight triangle of cloth cover her pert buttocks. Pussy reached around an untied the straps of her bikini top. She didn't want unseemly tan lines on her back. "Owl," she called "join me. The boat can sail itself. It's got more electronics than NASA." Aye, aye captain" was his sarcastic response. He paused as he flicked the switches to engage the full auto pilot. Not that it was needed, they were in the mid-Pacfic, miles from any trade route and even further from land. There was nothing to hit, sink or crash into for at least 1,000 miles. Weather reports were clear for at least the next week. Owl and Pussy Cat alone with only the sea and sun for company. Owl knelt beside Pussy Cat and deftly opened the champagne, with a loud pop! Pussy Cat flinched at the sound. Champagne cascaded from the neck of the bottle, eager to be free. Owl poured two glasses. They were not champagne flutes. They were the short, broad glasses often seen in champagne towers. The urban myth was that they were shaped like Marie Antoinette's breasts, if myths were to be believed. Pussy raised herself onto her elbows, ignoring her bikini top that fell off her body. "Cheers!" "You need more oil. I don't want you to burn" said Owl. One hand picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, flicking the lid off while the other idly drew circles in the small of her back. He poured the lotion on her her skin. It formed a pool at the base of her spine. He dipped two fingers into the cool liquid and spread it up her spine before branching out to her shoulders. Owl was skilled in massage. His iron fingers found every nerve and muscle, digging deep into the stress and easing the fatigue. Pussy moaned softly. Her eyes were closed as she drifted into bliss. Pussy Cat was so relaxed and ready for sleep that she didn't feel as Owl gently untied her bikini bottom. She didn't feel the small bit of cloth as it was removed but she did feel his fingers digging into her firm glutes. She squirmed slightly, easing her legs apart just enough. Sleepy as she was, she was enjoying every movement. Expert hands massaged her body, drawing the stress out, leaving contentment in their wake. Was it five minutes or was it an hour? Pussy Cat had lost all concept of time. Everything was bliss especially when Owl started to gently caress her pussy. The tip of one, then two, then three fingers played with the lips of her vagina. Hopscotch was the game, flicking and kicking her clit, sending waves of pleasure rising up her body. Slowly, carefully, Pussy Cat raised her hips into the downward dog pose. Her cunt, thrust upward, hers lips open, waiting. "Oh, fuck me please " she murmured, "please fuck me now". Owl didn't need a second invitation. His cock was firm and hard and the tip was already rubbing up and down her pussy lips. As Pussy Cat raised her hips, he gently slid his penis into her hot wet body. Slowly, gently he entered her. But Pussy Cat was impatient. With a groan she pushed her hips back, impaling her body on his erect cock, sinking it deeply into her cunt. Owl grabbed her hips and thrust into her, pushing her head into the floor as he lifted her hips higher. "Do it! Fill me! I want your cum, she screamed. Just as Pussy Cat was about to come, Owl pulled his cock out and exploded his hot cum across her back. The hot spunk splashing all the way to her shoulders was just enough to push her over the edge into climax. Pussy Cat could feed her sweat mingled with Owl's sperm, all over her back. She turned to face him, reaching out for his cock, dragging it to her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, to lick it from the head of his penis, tasting at the same time her own pussy juices. A very heady combination. "Mmm, next time I want you to cover me in honey," she mumbled with his cock still in her mouth. "Good idea" said Owl. "I'd love to lick honey from your juicy cunt."
Pleasing you pleases me
A True Story by DaveedmayI'd love to have you naked and laying back on the bed and then I'll start working my way up the inside of your thighs You're blindfolded with your hands above your head and tied together I'm licking and sucking on your clitoris Would that get you wet? Is.....getting me wet!!!! More......? You're moaning so loud and just about to come, begging me to not stop Yeeeessssss....... Using your pussy you move around up and down side to side wanting my face buried in your pussy Now you're untied you pull me up so I can suck your nipples Oh fuck yes.....pretty please You roll me over and jump on top My cock is so fucking hard Show me Your pussy swollows my cock and you start riding me grinding on my hard cock Yes babe.... I'm playing with your clitoris while you fucking fuck me hard and fast Yes........ You're so wet Yes I am You lean forward with your tits in my face so I can suck your nipples your fucking hard nipples We're fucking so hard and fast I grab your waist so I have your pussy Your pussy is all mine for me to stick my hard cock in and out in and out I'm just about to come inside your wet smashed pussy Fuck yes!!!!!+ I want to tittie fuck you now
Mummy and Daddy
A Fantasy by BigRedCpl*warning* Ageplay, is a legit kink, it involves consent, and only adults can consent. Google MDLG, or DDLG. In this scenario, Mummy and Daddy are caregivers to their "little" Mummy and Daddy were so excited. After talking online for a while, their "special girl" was waiting for them to pick her up. So many orgasms we have all had for each other already, but never in person. She was giggling as Daddy pulled over where she was waiting. She hopped in the back where Mummy was waiting to give her a deep welcoming kiss, and as soon as the door shut we were moving. Mummy's hands all over her body, pleasantly surprised that under her short skirt, there were no panties. Daddy drives and adjust his mirror so he can see mummy fingering and licking our special girl, telling daddy how good she tastes. By the time Daddy arrives at the destination, Mummy is fisting her and our special girl has cum several times. The car stops and our special girl finally realises where she is. "Ooh fairy time!" She squeals excitedly and tidies herself up to get out of the car. "Fairy fuck time" says Mummy who gets out the other side. Daddy opens the back of the 4wd and directs Mummy there. "Look at our girl, she's so happy" says Daddy, "Yeah and she's fucking hot, she came so hard" says Mummy, as our special girl dances and twirls in the forest, her little skirt flying up. Daddy peels off Mummy's leggings and starts slowly and lovingly licking and fingering her tight shaved pussy. Special girl excitedly skips over and says "Ooh Daddy, can I lick Mummy please?!" "Of course baby girl, and I wanna lick you whilst you do, ok?" "Cool Daddy, you wanna fuck me too as I lick and finger Mummy? You can Daddy, I want your cum so deep in my pussy!" "Oh he is gonna pump your little cunt so full of cum" says Mummy, "but not yet. Daddy is gonna cum in Mummy's pussy first and you are gonna lick it" "Ok Mummy, I love your pussy so much, and I want Daddy's cum too" "Daddy has plenty of cum" says Mummy. "You'll get plenty of cum special girl, now make me cum on your tongue"
Accidental meeting
A True Story by Sailorman21.It started at my hardware store on a Sunday morning when I noticed a former customer walk on by and I always found her sexy. I knew her husband had died some years ago so I decided to catch up to her and started to chat about mundane things and finally asked her to have a coffee at the coffee shop within the store. Our conversation rambled on for quite some time until I asked could I walk her to her car. As we approached her car she asked me around to her place for lunch so I gladly accepted and followed her home. As she was preparing lunch we continued our conversation and as I reached towards the refrigerator I touched her arm and looked at each other and kissed passionately for a while and resumed getting lunch. After lunch and wine we worked our way to the lounge still with wine in hand. We sat close to each other and again started kissing this time very passionately. By now i got down on my knees and started removing her slightly unbuttoned shirt and caressing her nipples which she appreciated and slowly I lifted her skirt and felt her hand push my face to her clit and felt a warm juice on my lips and slowly edged my tongue into her clit and she moaned uncontrollably as she hadn't had intimacy for some time. By now I pulled her onto the floor and my cock was so hard that all I wanted was to slide into her vagina and she appreciated it and once again groaned uncontrollably and we both climaxed together and held her in my arms both hoping to experience this again soon.
Alice gets creamed at The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party
A Fantasy by EveningAngelThe table stretched on, almost for ever. Piled high with cups, saucers and oh, so many plates of the richest cream cakes. Alice felt uncomfortable. Ever since drinking from the bottle marked “Drink Me” she had become much bigger but her clothes were tight. The buttons on her shirt strained to stay closed. Her firm nipples pushed hard on the fabric of her shirt. Her dress was short, very short, exposing her long legs. She sat at the table, struggling to keep her modesty. Her head was full of clouds, but she felt strangely relaxed. What was in that bottle? “Tea?” Asked The Hatter. “Or would you prefer me?” Alice blinked. What was going on? The Hatter stood beside Alice at the table. He couldn’t help but stare down her shirt. Alice turned to the man standing at her chair, her eyes level with his waist. “Tea? I think I need something stronger” she mumbled, “perhaps something to eat?” Alice opened her mouth as The Hatter hand fed her cream cake. The cream, so fresh, dripped onto her chest. “Oops!” She giggled. “I’m making a bit of a mess” “Allow me,” said The Hatter as he knelt between her knees. He kissed her soft cream covered skin. Alice closed her eyes. “All gone”, he murmured. Alice grinned as she said “are you sure?” Casually she dropped a whole slice of cake on her shirt. The Hatter laughed as… Asad laughed as he watched the cream saturate the overstretched shirt. "Oh this shirt is ruined" she sighed. Alice smiled at The Hatter as she undid the buttons and slipped the shirt off her shoulders, it landed - a sticky mess on the floor. "Hatter" she said, "I like the way you nibble cream from my skin, would you mind?" The Hatter's blue eyes twinkled as he noticed cream smeared on Alice's neck, shoulders and breasts. Holding her tenderly he nibbled his way to those wondrous breasts - no longer restrained by clothing. Alice realised it wasn't the tea making her dizzy, it was The Hatter. "Oh" she thought, "A Mad Hatter's Tea Party has unexpected goodies". She leaned into The Hatter and whispered ... “It’s my turn now.” She fumbled with his belt buckle. The bulge in his jeans was huge. Finally the jeans rivet popped open and the zip slid down. With two hands she eased his jeans off and released his manhood. His penis was everything she wanted. Long and firm and hot to her touch. Her fingers lightly caressed the shaft all the way down to his balls. She wanted to tease and tickle him, to gently rub him up and down until he could take it no more. The Hatter had eaten the cream off her hot bare skin and now she wanted the cream of his manhood in her mouth. Alice enjoyed feeling the magnificent piece of manhood in her hands. She explored the hot flesh with her mouth and tongue, tasting the pre-cum. She relished witnessing The Hatter's pleasure. Aware that he was very aroused and that she was very wet, Alice let The Hatter know that she longed to feel his cock inside her. The Hatter smiled, "Of course my dear!" Alice slipped off her knickers and climbed on, feeling every inch of his shaft as she lowered her hips. Her pussy lips gripped his cock and she wriggled as she slid down his shaft. Alice softly moaned as the full length of his penis pushed into her. She was close to her peak. It didn’t take more than a couple of long thrusts before she felt The Hatter’s body tense, then soften. "I like deep connection" she murmured in between passionate kisses. Time stopped, they enjoyed every pulse, every movement, every touch, as they learned about each other from the inside. The Hatter held her firmly, his broad hands holding her hips. His penis, limp, was still inside her, holding back the waves of cum that he had shot into her. Alice wanted more, but first, she had to lie down and get comfortable. This was going to be a long night. The Hatter, stood nude before her. Her eyes hungrily took in his strong muscular body. His broad chest and arms glistened in the light. His chin was damp with the cream he had eaten from her breasts and it dripped onto his chest. Rivulets of cream worked their way down his body towards his pubic hair and Alice’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of his penis as it slowly grew more and more erect. Alice licked her lips as her right hand moved toward her groin, her own pubic hair tingled as her fingers sought out her lips. They were already moist. Her left hand touched her left breast, fingernails circling her erect nipple. Alice closed her eyes as she remembered the feeling of his tongue on her breast. Alice could feel the heat building between her legs. Her feelings of pleasure grew as her right hand found her clit. The Hatter watched. A smile crossed his face as Alice played with herself. Her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan slipped out. Her fingers worked faster, he could see her body growing tense and her moans became louder until she screamed with passion. Her body slumped. Her eyes opened as she grinned at The Hatter. His hands were working on his cock, rubbing and stroking, in perfect rhythm with Alice’s fingers as they danced between her pussy lips. The Hatter leaned over her body, he could feel his passions rising. He’d already shot one load deep into Alice, now it was time to shoot his cream over her creamy skin. Alice stared at the tip of his penis, watching his hand as it pumped the shaft. She was hungry for his cum. “Give me your cream, cover me,” she cried, opening her mouth wide, her tongue extending. “I want to eat your cum like a one of your cream cakes!” That was all the encouragement The Hatter needed. With a shout, he shot his load up and over Alice’s chest. A few large white drops plopped onto Alice’s tongue. Just enough, as she licked her lips, tasting his salty essence. The rest splashed across her breasts, his cream mingling with the remains of the cream cake, leaving her skin hot and sticky. They were both spent, physically and emotionally. His cock relaxed, no longer stiff and firm. Alice could feel his cum as it oozed from her tender cunt. Her hands rubbed her nipples, fresh with more cum. They both needed to rest. “I think we need a shower, together of course.”
Accidental threesome
A True Story by FillmewithjuiceShe slumped over her desk. It sucked being a receptionist. Answer phones, put calls through. Meaningless and boring. 19 years old and in a boring job, a job which she hoped would make her father happy. He was a business man after all, through and through. She longed to be outside, but instead, she was stuck indoors, taking phone calls for rich, older men. She felt meaningless, small. In a company that overlooked young women and promoted her male counterparts. Sighing, she adjusted her stockings. The clips were new, but were faulty. She didn’t care, she dressed for herself, and no one else. She bent down behind her desk, and felt the softness of her stockings all the way up to her mid thigh. Then to the clasp that fixed her black, sheer, stockings to her belt. She felt sexy, powerful, in a male Dominated workplace. Her attention was quickly dashed away by a phone call. Her receptionist duties called once again. She finished the call and immediately looked up to see a manager holding something in his hands. “Uhh, I found this in the hallway” she said, clutching the item. “Oh” she gasped, eyes wide but trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’ll see that the person gets this” She grabbed the item from the manager. It was obvious to her that it was one of her stocking snaps. No wonder her garter belt seemed off balance. She turned red. The manager stared at her and smirked a dry smirk and headed off back to his office. She groaned and muttered “how embarrassing” while fascinating it back onto her undergarment. Later on in the afternoon, the receptionist did her rounds, dutifully, delivering the office mail to its recipients. The manager was one of those recipients. Before opening his door, she took a deep breath. ‘There’s no way of knowing it was mine’ she thought, as her hand lingered on the doorknob to his office. She breathed out, and pushed open the door. “Mail” she said, with a nice big smile on her face. “Ah thank you” came the reply from the man, 24 years her senior. She walked around to his desk, on the same side as he was sitting. He was on the phone and seemingly occupied. She dutifully took the mail out of the cart and placed it in his in box on his desk. At the same time, his hand slipped below his desk and onto her stocking, below her black pencil skirt. She froze, eyes gaping but said nothing. She slipped his phone free hand up under her skirt, felt her garter clips and then turned to her and winked. She blushed. He knew! Her face softened and she smiled sweetly at him. While still on a phone call, his hand slipped up under her skirt, feeling her thighs and her bottom, held perfectly in black lace to match her garters…
Late Night Online Loving
A Fantasy by ArnoldRimmerThe night was dark and so was the small room. The only light came from the old computer screen, as it glowed and hummed on the small desk. He was sitting in a specially large comfortable chair, concentrating on the screen with the keyboard resting on his lap. An open bottle of white wine rested on the desktop. A half full glass in his hand. Images, text, flashed across the screen. Casually, he started typing. “What are you wearing?” He sipped wine while waiting for a response. “Nothing but a happy expression!” The reply flashed up on his computer screen. He grinned to himself as he knew this wasn’t true. Ping! went the computer. Leaning forward he clicked on the new message. No message this time. Instead a photo popped open on the screen. A fantastically proportioned female body appeared. Discreetly, the head had been cropped from the image. The torso was covered in a black lace bodysuit, tightly covering each curve, highlighting the exquisite features while hiding the more explicit details. He grinned. His eyes took in every inch, every curve, lingering on the cup of each breast. Was that a pink hint of nipple, hiding under the lace? There was a stirring in his jeans. “I’ve got a happy expression,” he typed “but you seem to be wearing more.” He refilled his glass as he waited for a response. It was only a few minutes before the computer went “ping” again. “I don’t want to catch a chill.” “I can suggest something to warm you up” he replied. “Mmm, tell me more.” “If you remove the lace, your warm hands could keep the chill away.” Minutes passed. Had he gone too far? He drank another glass of wine. Anticipation grew as did the bulge in his jeans. Finally, a response. No words, but a file was attached. Fumbling over the mouse, he clicked on the file. A more intimate photo this time. The lace was gone. Delicate hands protected the modesty of each breast. One tiny nipple peeked out between the fingers of one hand, just enough to cause him to feel a tingle in his pants as his erection grew. Ping went the computer. “Is this more to your liking?” “Mmm” was all he could manage. “Do you know what I’m doing?” Prompted the computer. Before he could reply, the computer Pinged again. “My nipples are firm and I’m stroking, wet and swollen.” On reading this, he unbuckled and slipped off his jeans. His erection pushed against his underpants, released from the prison of his jeans, it seemed to grow even harder. “My juices are flowing. Muscles tingling. Waves cascading,” came the next unsolicited message. Unconsciously one handed slipped down to his pants, while he gulped more wine. His fingers encountered damp fabric. His pre cum had flooded his underwear. The ping from the computer caught him by surprise. He was deep in his own fantasy. The photo that opened on his screen was almost too much. Everything was visible. Soft milky white skin covered firm round breasts. Cherry pink areola surrounded a proud firm nipple. His hand grasped his solid shaft as he realised the this nipple was aroused by the thought of him. His jeans and underwear were on the floor and his ankle was propped up on the desk when the next photo pinged. No breasts were visible this time. The photo showed a small hand between the firm female thighs. The thumb was lurking in the pubic hair. At least one finger had disappeared into the pink folds of her womanhood. This image pushed him over the edge. His hand, rubbing his shaft, spreading his pre cum all over his tip got faster and it was all he could do to grab some tissues before he climaxed! The last ping from the computer said, “I’m blissed” He couldn’t reply. *** *** Epilogue Wearing only his T-shirt, his jeans and underwear abandoned on the floor, he got out of his chair and walked out of the room. Walking down the hallway, his penis swinging with each step, his erection began to grow again. He opened the first door on the left without knocking. The room was furnished identically to his. A black lace bodysuit lay on the floor. The computer screen cast a warm glow on the naked woman sitting at the desk. A bottle of lube was open on the desk. Turning to him she said “that was fun. Next time, I want to pretend to be the doctor and I can give you a full body physical exam.” Still sitting in the chair, she reached over to grab his cock. Holding his erection with one hand she gave it a quick kiss on the tip as she stood up. Shuffling around, still holding his cock, she sat him down on the computer chair. Her body was damp from her own activities but she ached for more. She faced the computer, placed both hands on the edge of the desk, and reversed onto him. She wiggled slightly as he guided his penis into her. Gently, slowly she sat back on his lap, feeling his shaft sink deeper and deeper into her cunt. His hands reached around her, grasping both breasts, his head on her shoulder. Carefully she moved one of his hands, placing it on the keyboard next to hers. She bobbed up and down on his shaft. She was comfortably blissed by the feelings that emanating from her cunt. Relaxing back into his chest with his cock firmly inside her, she said “this is how we write the next chapter.” *** *** The next chapter She bounced on his lap, his cock stiff inside her. She could feel his pressure building and it made her own excitement escalate. She couldn’t control herself anymore. With a little squeal she came and she felt his final thrust as he came too. He was firmly gripping her breasts as he thrust into her. Her thighs held his penis in a vice like grip. As her excitement rose, he quickened his movements until together they came! She squealed. He moaned. As they relaxed in their bliss, their combined juices soaked the chair.
The Photo Session: Taking some new profile pics
A Fantasy by EveningAngelIt was early in the afternoon when Angel arrived at the photographer’s studio. She had decided that it was time to refresh her portfolio. It had been some time since her dancing photos had updated and she wanted a new perspective. Despite the studio being attached to his home, it was very professionally set out. Lights on tripods, various background screens and a table full of cameras and other electronic equipment showed that this was not an amateur arrangement. She noted one of the cameras was a Leica and probably worth more than her car. It was next to the latest iPad. Old next to new. The room was not a sterile environment. It was part of his home, and a comfortable lounge and two easy chairs offered a relaxing side. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, “there’s tea, coffee or if you want, some wine” “I’d love a gin and tonic. It’s been a while since I’ve professionally modelled.” Angel had explained on the phone earlier that she was a semi professional dancer but her dancing had been sidelined in the last couple of years for a number of reasons. New circumstances in a new town offered the opportunity to ‘get back on the horse’ as she termed it. She was nervous. She gulped half of her drink then said “right, where do we begin?” “You can change in the room on the left, while I get my gear. We’ll start with some action shots of you dancing then move to some portraits in costume.” Minutes later Angel swirled back into the studio, wearing her sequinned bodysuit. Tassels hung from her brightly coloured outfit, swinging from her breasts. Lace stockings covered her long dancers legs and Angel had bright yellow feathers in her hair. He had turned on the stereo and was playing the cd she’d given him earlier. She twirled, the camera in his hands clicking, music pulsating. After five minutes, Angel changed costumes and had another strong drink. More music followed and the afternoon wore on. Angel was enjoying herself and getting a little tipsy as she performed her last pirouette. “Thank you so much. This is fun” Maybe it was all the gin, maybe it was the excitement of dancing again, but for whatever reason Angel slipped a brief kiss on him as she danced off to change back to her day clothes. When she reentered the room, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, he was standing at the camera table with a drink in one hand. The afternoon sun was streaming in the window. Soon it would be dark. “Do you feel up to some casual portraits” he asked. “Sure,” Angel replied striking a pose, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. Her breasts stretched the soft fabric of her shirt. Somehow in the rush of changing clothes, she forgotten her bra. He laughed. “Nothing so formal. Just sit over on the lounge and relax.” He had the iPad and as Angel repositioned herself on the lounge, he clicked a few shots. They chatted, she drank, he “clicked “ with the iPad. Angel was enjoying his company, and felt a bit adventurous. “Can I pose for you” she asked with a grin. “Something a bit different?” Without waiting for his reply, Angel whipped off her T-shirt, tossing it to one side. Her hands cupped her breasts, protecting her modesty. The iPad clicked softly. *** *** He caught the T-shirt with one hand. It was warm from Angel’s body. As he threw it back to her there was a wisp of her perfume. “Put it back on, but tight as possible,” he suggested. Turning her back to him, Cara knotted the soft black cotton so it was stretched to its limits. She faced him, her midriff bare and her nipples proud. “Better”, he said, as he clicked more photos. Angel arched her back as she posed. With a smile, she turned he back on him, bending low. Her arse was perfectly formed in her blue jeans. When she faced him, Angel could easily see the bulge in his jeans. Angel licked her lips as she downed another gin and tonic. She bent over again, she liked how her arse looked in this pose. It also hid from him that Angel was unbuckling her jeans. She sat back on the lounge. “Can I see what you’ve done?” She asked innocently. Taking the iPad to the table he said “sure”. Angel moved up behind him, looking over his shoulder as images flicked across the iPad. “These look good,” she said, moving in front of him. He pressed up against her as she went from image to image. Clever camera angles meant that none of her nakedness was visible, just enough to tease. The bulge in his jeans grew bigger. Angel sat on the lounge, her belt undone but her jeans remained closed. Angel could feel the effect of several gins on an empty stomach. It gave her confidence to pop her jeans and slowly her fingers started to slide her zip down. If the size of the bulge in his jeans indicated his arousal, it was matched by the increasing dampness of her black underwear. *** Reaching to put her glass on the table, Angel’s jeans slide to the floor. He moved to put the iPad away and she stopped him with a word. “No. Keep going. These are for my personal collection” she said as she kicked off her jeans. “I feel like Michael Jackson,” Angel laughed as she posed provocatively with one hand on her crotch. Her delicate white fingers were a stark contrast with the black cotton underwear. As she moonwalked in front of him, she laughed. “How about this,” she asked, hooking her thumb under her waistband and pulling her underwear low. Thin wisps of pubic hair appeared. Angel enjoyed teasing him. Angel danced over to him and carefully undid his belt and jeans. The bulge was huge and Angel wanted to see the treasures encased in his jeans. With a little difficulty, his jeans were gone. His erection pushed against the thin cotton fabric of his underwear. The tip was clearly outlined. He moved towards her. She pushed him back and sat on the edge of the lounge, her long legs spread wide. He leaned back against the desk and watched. Angel moaned slightly as she finally removed her T-shirt. She caressed her freed nipples while he stared hungrily. Angel picked up his iPad and began taking photos. “Play with yourself, please” she murmured, “I want to see you enjoy yourself.” He didn’t need much encouragement. Quickly removing his clothing, he leaned back, fully nude and very visibly aroused. As Angel watched him rub his hand up his shaft, her fingers crept under the band of her underwear. Moving with a rhythm to match his hand, she stroked herself. She watched as his pre cum was spreading across the tip of his penis. At the same time, her fingers felt her juices being to flow. Angel didn’t have time to pull down her underwear. She didn’t want to stop caressing her clit and her eyes were locked on his pulsing body. When she sensed that he was ready and just before her own climax engulfed her, she fell to her knees before him. She grasped his bum pulling him closer as she gently kissed his cock. It tasted salty. Her tongue licked his knob and she could feel his excitement. “Wait, please wait” she cried, falling onto her back, dragging him down on top of her. Pulling her underwear to one side, she quickly guided him into her wet cunt. One thrust was all that was required. Together they peaked. His sperm burst into her as tingling waves of emotion cascaded over her body. They stayed locked together as the evening shadows fell across the room. Later, they re-enacted some of the iPad photos and took more to inspire themselves later. Angel particularly enjoyed taking photos of him and his cock, while he wanted to relive her fingers exposing the first hints of her pubic hair emerging from her tight, damp underwear.
I fucked her inside the bus while travelling
A True Story by Abimon3,4 years ago I was travelling through the bus and I was sitting at the last seat. One girl was there beside me and she was so beautiful. The time of travel was almost 5hours. She was wearing tracksuits and I was wearing half pants. As her ass was so good. We were going like all most 2 hour long drive and I think she feel discomfort while sitting at the same position for almost 2 hour and she was standing from her sit. I was chasing her ass. She notice me that I was looking at her ass. And after half an hour she ask me water became she forget to Cary. And I let her drink my water and we started our conversation. Slowly slowly we where getting close suddenly the driver press the brake and at the same time her hand came to my d*** and literally she catch perfectly and I get so nervous and she say sorry to me. The time we travel was almost 3hour she slowly again catch my d*** at this time I got green signal and I fuck her i lick her pussy so badly and she shock my cock and I fucked her at the bus m. Still if I remember those things
A massive Ending
A True Story by RicksthickSo here she was my beautiful Tantra lady with a fistful of my cock in one hand and tenderly stroking my asshole with the other and her juicy firm globes enveloping my head. Heaven Here for me I was with in heaven, with fingers just exploring her every crevice as she was doing the same to me. It was very intimate and very trusting on both our parts The next thing I know is she moves back to the side and bends her head and in sheer amazement she opens her mouth and gulps down my knob! Wow, just so unexpected and not part of the deal, just seeking sheer pleasure. My cock is quite some girth so she couldn't get it straight in, but it meant nothing as she proceeded to lick around my frenum, whilst sucking seductively on my knob. She is an expert without doubt. So being a very man's man I immediately decided to take control here as too much sucking my cock would spoil the event, so I got up, lifted her on to the table, laying her on her back so her legs were in the edge and feet flat on the bed and caressed her legs as I parted them to reveal that awesome sight of a woman's pussy. Fat juicy and glistening. Well it was completely to my liking with the hair removed from every single part below where here lips part and that little button to heaven. The important bit is Trimmed but full and allowing those lovely puffy lips to stand out, so gorgeous, I love looking so it is just fantastic Completely bare all the way around down from the front and back. Nothing on her ass Her pussy was plump, ripe and glistening with her excitement. She had a beautiful pussy and one that had at least a One and a half inch gap to her puckered gorgous asshole. Girls with this gap are really excellent and a passion of mine as they like penetration in a certain way. I simply bent over and devoured her with my skills at licking pussy. I know ladies all love those rogue strokes that glide and skim over the clit and seek the penetration below I love to flick my tongue out over the bottom ridge especially as it was so pronounced as my hands spread her lips so taught. Just amazing as she shudders as my tongue flicks past her ass and she moans with such deep wanton pleasure. Made me feel like a king and totally in control of her pleasure My cock pulsates like mad and I saw her watching him. He really does pulse heavily However, what happens next quite stunned me as she pulled my face up level to hers and whispers raspilly in my ear and alas I hear the words, "please not insert my cock!" I was in disbelief. I was shattered as I had thought she was approving of our connection. She saw the look on my face. She pulled me closer and whispered in my ear again. She was breathless and still panting with desire so her voice was broken but her words were clear. If we fuck, she was really concerned our connection would be too much, to overwhelming for such a casual connection after all We were just here to have a massage. Instantly I knew she was right! We had experienced something that was outside the boundary she had set. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her and our level of excitement was just off the scale. It was intense and very moving She gently sat up and moved off the table and lowered me back down . Back to work! She looked at my cock still rampant in desire and proceeded to grab him with new found desire. She wanted me to cum. Hard and fast She again spoke to me, telling me to dream of how we would fuck and she was going to make me squirm. It drove me nuts . My desire was massive. The whole cock was pulsing in readiness She bought me off with such passion, care and loving attention that as yet I had not experienced before and she locked her eyes on my cock as he pulsed and squirmed and ejaculated that hard the first squirt so strong and fast it went over her head and she dived down so as not to miss the next spurt and engorged my cock sucking with pleasure as he continued to squirt heavily into her throat We embraced and I felt her pussy move in my fingers and then she began to shudder violently as she came all over my hands We both knew what we wanted but it was just a massage after all We lay spent, but connected as our bodies and fluids dried naturally We had found that wonderful connection and we both knew it was as good as it gets Well a massage? Yes and I have never tried another. It would spoil my memory and never be the same!✅✅✅✅🐝🐝🐝🐝
Bijna jarig
A Fantasy by Chantal1970Ik ben er klaar voor. Morgen mijn verjaardag. Morgen lekker de hele dag in de sauna. Vandaag mijn bikinilijn laten waxen dus een heerlijk glad kutje. Ik zou willen dat mijn kutje altijd zo glad kon zijn. Het heeft iets erotisch als ik met mijn vingers mijn satijn gladde huid betast. Ik wil dat jou vingers dit voelen. Ik ben overal glad. Nagels gelakt. Ik voel me sexy en goed. Eigenlijk voel ik me bloedgeil. Ik neem mijn 2e gin tonic en app jou. Kom je mij mijn verjaardag in neuken? Ik vind het heerlijk om 12:00 uur gefeliciteerd te worden door een heerlijk orgasme en een heerlijke pik in mijn natte kut. Ik wil handen op mijn lijf voelen. Ik wil geil met je zoenen. Maar je reageert niet op mijn appje. Inmiddels raak ik rozig door de alcohol. Ik weet dat ik dan nog ongeremder ben dan anders. Ik heb inmiddels mijn Satisfyer gepakt. Dan zie ik op mijn telefoon dat je reageert op mijn appje maar ook een berichtje stuurt in de app van Satisfyer. Je wilt de controle over nemen van de Satisfyer. De screens zijn dicht en de alcohol in mijn bloed zorgen ervoor dat ik direct overstag ga. Pak je dildo en e tepel zuigers er ook bij app je me. Ik pak alles uit de laden naast mijn bed. En besluit ook de buttplug en wat glijmiddel mee te nemen. Onderweg naar beneden gris ik een handdoek uit de badkamer. Je appt dat ik alles uit moet trekken. En daar lig ik op mijn bank. Bloedgeil met een super nat glad kutje. Mijn Satisfyer had ik van de week opgeladen. Alles uit app ik terug. Doe de zuigers op je tepels en FaceTime mij. Ik wil je zien. Ik wil weten of je braaf doet wat ik zeg. Ik zet de zuigers op mijn tepels en trek ze vacuüm. Dat is pijnlijk opwindend en ik FaceTime jou. Je zit nog in de auto. Ik laat de camera van mijn telefoon over mijn tepels gaan. Ik reageer direct op je stem. De opwinding doet pijn in mijn beide tepels waardoor mijn kutje natter is. Pijp je zwarte dildo alsof het mijn pik is, draag je mij op om te doen. Ik lik de koude dildo en neem hem diep in mijn mond. Zoals altijd weet je mij te domineren en dingen te laten doen waarvan ik geniet en waardoor ik mezelf vreselijk ordinair vind. Zuigen slet!, gebied je mij. Ik ben vreselijk opgewonden. Spuug op die dildo en laat zien hoe je die je natte kutje inschuift. Als ik film wat je mij vraagt hoor ik je zeggen, jezus die is glad en nat. Ik geniet ervan als ik jou kan opgeilen. Okay, beweeg hem met lange halen in en uit je kutje. Als je merkt dat ik een orgasme nader zeg je me. Stop hem zo diep mogelijk je kut in en laat hem daar. Haal de zuigers van je tepels en speel met je harde tepels. Laat het zien! Langzamerhand raak ik van de wereld. Je dringt dan wat langzamer bij mij binnen. Het uitvoeren van je orders vind ik moeilijk omdat ik in een soort van trans raak. Ga languit op de bank liggen, benen wijd en met je dildo diep in je natte geile kut, slet. Alleen al die woorden maken me bloedgeil. Pak je Satisfyer en leg deze op je klit! Als ik de Satisfyer op mijn klitje leg voel ik de verschillende trillingen. Je weet het goed te bedienen. Ik kreun en geniet ervan dat jij volledig de controle over me hebt. Geniet zeg je en je verbreekt de FaceTime verbinding. Het pulseren is dan weer snel en dan weer licht. En dan intens en ik kom spuitend klaar. Ik kijk op de klok. Het is bijna twaalf uur. Bijna jarig. Ik doe de verlichting uit en ruim op. Als ik mijn tanden sta te poetsen stopt jouw auto voor mijn deur. Als ik naakt de deur open doe en snel achter jou sluit zeg je mij… Volgens mij moet er hier iemand haar verjaardag in geneukt worden. En je duwt mij de keuken in en buigt voorover op het aanrecht en duwt je harde pik hard in een keer diep bij mij naar binnen. Ruw en onbeheerst neuk je mij en spuit je mij vol. Happy birthday dear! Zo en nu gaan we het vieren….
My Masseuse mmmmm. What a wonderful talent
A True Story by RicksthickI found this lady on another site. She looked lovely and when I first visited her she was renting a place with a lovely wood fire next to the massage bed. She had asked that I be showered before arrival which was fine by me as I am a bit anal in terms of cleanliness🥱 Well she then asked me to strip off and lay on the table whilst she got me a water It's was very cosy, warm and very seductive light by the fire She came back and slowly removed her negligee leaving just a sexy black bra and panties, black of course😈😈😈 and I studied her body intently as she pre oiled her hands and came over to me with a warmed oil which was just so sensual when she dribbled it down my back She told me to lay on my front which I did and her hands started work on my naked body. Wow, she had a touch and my cock was making my ass stick up as you cannot lay properly face down with a hard on. Try it sometime, it's actually very erotic. I was already rubbing my cock on the towel in anticipation. We chatted whilst she worked my legs and kept lightly brushing by my balls ever so lightly and with just a hint of what was to come. And cum was inevitable as I was already having pre cum dribble from my cock. I had told her I was very tactile over the phone and she said any play on her would depend on how she felt, but I could tell now we had met in person she was ready so of course, I asked could I touch her. She said of course and removed her bra to reveal really lovely breasts. Large gorgeous globes they are. Mmmm so now I was really hooked and my cock was throbbing underneath me still dribbling massively and she moved from my feet to on one side and leaned her body in to be against me, which was so meaningfully done and so sensual feeling her body pressing in and receiving whilst also giving that wonderful tantalising hands all over every crevice of my old body I couldn't grab those lovely mounds as I was on my back nor see them, but my right arm went backward to get around her ample but quite firm ass. Oh it felt so firm and wonderful and I felt her tense. So now she was oiling down my butt crack and quickly ran her hands right down to catch the oil, stopping at my balls with her little finger on my ass, god I was just pulsing already. Her hands were like magic and my ass already lifted off the table was now arching and aching for her forever searching hands in my ass crack. Her hands were so good and teasing my arse like that was new to me and so wonderful and very freeing type feeling Very very sexy and just a great feeling. Next thing I know her other hand goes under my hips and easily cups my balls in the most affectionate manner, really just delightful. So now she had my balls in one hand and fingers exploring my anus in this magical fashion I started to wonder at how much I felt from this Again I asked could I touch her and she said I could try but please not insert my fingers. My eager, bent back hand, felt a little awkward but it was only seconds to find what I was wanted, as her juices🐝 like warm honey, were already drenching my hand and fingers and I shuddered with the warmth and gorgeous feel, this is what a real woman who is really aroused, feels. It's my nirvana Of course all this was going on while her hands were working and gliding over my anus and my balls cupped in heavenly touch and moulding them like clay. This lady was an expert and I decided I had made the best choice. I bought my drenched hand to my mouth to smell and taste her and I was delighted to find that awesome smell and taste, it was heaven and only happens rarely when a woman tastes and smells like this. She smiled at me knowingly, we had obviously connected and she knew I was like putty in her hands So she glides slowly around to my head whilst drawing her hands up my back in glorious Sensual motions. She works my shoulders and bends those globes over my head and they slide one to either side of my head sending shivers down my whole body. Her tits were big enough to complete engross my head, heaven. My cock is now so uncomfortable underneath me, I reach down and move him so he is now protruding from my hip somewhat. She looks at him with his glowing head and moans with pleasure. My cock is a handsome one and she said exactly that! But Now I can move both my hands easily above my head and reach around and grab two wonderful ass cheeks! Heavenly ass cheeks and I was aware as she opened her legs willing me to accomodate my searching fingers that went straight back to that lovely dripping wet cavern between her legs Her Pussy was plumpish which I adore and my hands so drenched moved easily so my playing with her I could tell was making her gush which just added to both our pleasure. Back to my ass now standing on my left side and now I could really finger her seductively as she went back to tickling my anus. It was truly sensually and tastefully done My fingers Found her clit which had swollen considerably and she was leaning in directing my hand with her body movement like I could only feel wanted and it was just awesome to feel someone give them self so openly. She reached down and removed my hand and I was startled a little but she lent those globes down and over my back as she whispered in my ear to turn over. Her hands came off my balls and ass as I rolled in a sensual manner that made me eager. Of course as I rolled my cock sprang free and she giggled and flicked him ever so gently and told me to try and relax and go slow Go slow, her hands were so seductive I was half cumming and pre cum flicked over one of her golden large globes leaving a glistening trail, that she wiped and licked from her fingers to her mouth and smiling at me in the exact way I smiled tasting her. Well now she removed her panties and being on my front now I watched intently as I glimpsed her swollen pussy with gorgous large lips that were glistening by the firelight and with the fire behind her made for an awesome sight that kept my gaze. She squeezed my cock and said pay attention and stop perving and she again moved my cock around and proceeded with rubbing me all over my groin area but with one hand now searching under my hips and brushing exotically against my anus, making my cock buck like a bronco, he was out of control She knew I was in pre cum so she grabbed him so professionally around the head and squeezed and stopped all movement till he calmed. it turned me on how professional she was whilst also very intimate She was cock worshipping me as I was doing things that she also enjoyed and her moving on my hands was so primal. I actually knew she wanted me to insert my fingers which I wAs eager to do, and she glided over my one hand as my other hand and fingers grasped around the back. Unbelievably I felt her move her body so my fingers just glided in her arsehole, so deep I could touch my fingers inside her pussy and it was just incredible as she moved with extaSy Wow, this was a wonderful experience and I will tell you next how it ends but I did get to bury my face in her juices and return some of the amazing things she did to me. Just wait till you hear how it ends For my masseuse you are sensational and so good at worshipping a hard cock
Just how I like it and so wet
A True Story by RicksthickWell i am so lucky that most of the time finding a partner who is compatible has been easier as I get older, or perhaps it me that's changed! I love it when it is wet, naturally wet and dripping. When a woman is properly aroused it is a totally different experience and it's the only way I really enjoy sex. That oh so slippery feeling that smells and tastes so sexy, it makes my cock pulse around like a rodeo in my pants. That too is so sexy and really makes the union special. That feeling as my cock pushes in the lips gently in and out just the knob as it enters her pussy is just so nice and I linger and let him find his own way and each slight thrust makes him swell and buck even more. I love to feel those lips stretched around my cock with my fingers and feel the lips move in and out with the thrusts, with juices squelching and running out the sides of my cock. Just such a lovely way to commence the intimacy. Sucking and licking the fingers as she becomes more and more aroused and in tune with our unity. Seriously good sex is hard to find and I won't ever stop looking. Age is only a number and my cock doesn't seem to slow down with age. As he is now stroking out like an Olympic swimmer in the 800 his hardness is obvious and pleasing to My partner who loves to grind her Clitoris against the shaft and finally feel my swollen knob at her cervix. Just a super feeling and one of empowerment! When it works it works
At work
A Fantasy by adamjones23645I love expressing my erotic stories and thinking about them - wandering / wishing for them to happen…. Here is one of them… You are a professional, working in an office as a Manager…. You work hard all week - in meetings and managing staff.. it is the end of the week and you are fed up with doing everything properly and abiding by the rules of your Director…. U have one final appointment and it is me….. I knock on your door…. Feeling annoyed and frustrated, you say come in and I walk in.. dressed well - a blue jacket, long pants that match and my smile, you welcome me in to your office…. I notice you are well dressed, your outfit outlining your curves, shoes that state your role and your hair that pushes over one side of your cute face.. “how can I help you” you say looking at your appointment folder… “I actually don’t have an appointment, however your receptionist let me come straight in”.. Hmmm, interesting you thought as you walked over to me, looking me up and down thinking I really need this client…. “ so how can I help you” you said.. “ummmm, Iiiiiiii, ummmm, I was hoping you could…. I mean I could somehow- ohhh - I’m sorry…”. You could feel the sexual tension…. Knowing what you needed right now and what I could provide.. you looked over me, looking at by pants belt and how much you wanted to u dress me…. knowing how big and hard I would be for you.. at this very moment… “So what do you have to offer me Mr……”. You asked expectedly…. “I noticed you at the conference this week.. remember me?… I walked past you and turned as you felt my warm breath brush against your neck as you bent over to pick up the banner”…. “Oh how could I forget” u thought to yourself, remembering how you pleasured yourself that night remembering the brief encounter…..