“But your tongue sure knows what to do!” he grinned. “You can let yourself go with us,” he said, “No one will ever know what we do in here – in this little shop.”
I said that it was wrong and I had no intention of doing anything; that apart from my religion I could not be unfaithful to my husband.
“No one will know,” he said, “You get aroused having me touch you don’t you? Do you wonder what it would be like to let things go further – feel how exciting it can be – how pleasurable?”
When I had reached this part of my story with Pastor Michael he seemed very impatient and I thought he was about to dismiss me from his office.
“I need to be somewhere else,” he said curtly, “I have an appointment to keep.” Then he scratched his nose and asked, “Did things go further - a lot further?”
“Yes Pastor, " I told him ashamedly, “Perhaps you’re right and I need to seek the help of a trained counsellor. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”
“Let’s not be too hasty,” he broke in, “You are sure you feel a need to talk this through?”
Of course I was.
“Bring everything out into open as it were – to tell me…well…someone, of every incident, in detail – to have the benefit of a clear conscience of course, so you can understand why this happened?”
“Yes pastor.” I had assured him.
He looked almost uncomfortable when he asked me, “And there is lots to tell?”
I admitted that I had done some bad things – let the Devil rule and influence my actions.
Pastor Michael said, “Really!” in a funny way but was now interested and concerned.
“I think we should carry on with this one evening,” he suggested. “Is your husband away on business? I’m thinking that you would be more relaxed and comfortable in your own home. I wonder, would you like me to call round tonight?”
I assured the pastor that I would take the opportunity to purge my soul and reveal all that I had done and take his advice if he could suggest a penance, a punishment.
“I do really feel I deserve to be punished Pastor Michael.” I said.
The Pastor came that evening and seemed impatient for me to carry on outlining my problem, even refusing refreshments. I was confused now; he helped me recap and pick up where we left off.
The sequence of events came flooding back and when I faltered, shamed at what I had done, the Pastor urged me on and encouraged me to go into great detail telling me how cathartic that would be, heal my soul.
The evil man from the shop had continued to take extra little breaks from his work when he would come and seek me out in the part of the shop that wasn’t yet being renovated. When sometimes his friends were there too, like using the kitchen or when I had cause to go into the area where they were working the bearded man would embarrass me in front of them and grab hold of me pulling me close to him. The others would watch intently and it made them feel lustful – I could tell this when I looked at them – and saw obvious signs. It was like they were waiting for something to happen, something very dirty and wicked.
The man would grin and he made an issue of running his hands all over me, letting me wriggle and struggle, protesting all the time – trying to stop him from trying to hitch up my skirt as we struggled. The atmosphere would become very tense when he clasped both of my wrists and held my arms down my side. Cruelly he gripped both my arms behind my back with one hand and he played his silly game. Putting his finger against my lips he would force me to take it in my mouth while they watched.
“Show them how you like to pretend my finger is a penis!” he would say, “Lick it! Show them how you suck cock!”
One day he had me in such a position and I was letting him slowly push his finger to and fro into my mouth, my arms held fast behind my back, reasoning that it would get the silly game over with quickly when closing my eyes to cover the embarrassment of listening to the other men making rude comments while displaying signs of their arousal. Suddenly the finger was whipped out and replaced, to my horror by the man’s slobbering mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips. As if that was not bad enough his hand took hold of my right breasts and he squeezed it, hard, before rolling my nipple between his thumb and fingers.
I struggled and fought but the friction of my body against his seemed to heighten his lust as really only my hips and belly moved back and forth, to and fro. Therefore I took the logical stance that it would be better to cease and let him finish ‘feeling me’ for the amusement of his friends as also, what was happening was that the roughness of the situation was making the buttons of my blouse fall open. My tactic wasn’t totally successful as I heard the men pass comment on the daintiness of my bra which meant that most of my buttons were now undone.
For an age I had to allow the man to kiss and maul me, licking the inside of my mouth with his tongue and tickling, if that’s the right word, mine. I’m sure that I had become so well accustomed to sucking and licking the finger that automatically almost I found myself doing the same to his large wet tongue. Trying again to struggle free he held on tighter and I felt his manhood pressing into me. So too I could smell his sweat and feel the roughness of his beard as he kissed me hard on the lips but while all this was going on the worst thing was realising that a man, other than my husband, was attempting to stimulate my breasts, making my nipples harden and sending shockwaves shooting through my very nerves. Unable to free myself I had to bear with it and comprehend the fact that witnessing this assault were three other common and rough men. This had an odd and unusual effect on my inner being; but to my astonishment, not entirely one of devastating repulsion.
I was glad when the bearded one stopped kissing me if only so I could take in a breath of air; but my relief was short-lived. Still massaging my breasts he nibbled my ear, then I felt his hands unfasten the last two buttons that held my blouse together. Opening my mouth to complain two of his fingers quickly blocked the hole and he commanded me to suck.
“Come on suck hard – pretend it’s a penis – show them how you suck cock – harder!”
Get it over with I thought – just comply, do it – do as I’m ordered – eagerly I sucked, please them I reasoned, and they will leave me alone, do it how I imagine a fallen woman would, move my head up and down too - but then.
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“Come over here,” I heard the man say to the others, “Come and have a feel how firm her tits are!”
No! This was going too far. I tried to spit the fingers from my mouth but to no avail. Now there I was being held tightly and forced to simulate a dirty act of oral sex whilst men took their turn to feel my breasts, now uncovered almost completely with only a thin little bra to protect my modesty.
“Please don’t!” I cried in a second or two of oral relief as the man pulled aside my blouse. When I glanced down I saw how my nipple was being rolled, pulled and pressed then saw a look of sheer depravity in the eyes of the man fondling me. Our eyes should not have met because then it was as though some evil hidden urges were exchanged and awoken. He leaned forward and kissed me, giving my breasts an extra hard squeeze – I let him put his tongue in my mouth and touch mine. The bearded man laughed, sounding dirty and evil.
“She likes it!” exclaimed one man. “I brought something for my lunch today that will taste better!”
The man kissing me broke away, then, a minute later, looking me in the eye, smirking, whispered, “Suck the banana, let me watch you – suck the ‘pretend cock’, I like seeing you do it, look at me while you suck!”
I was astonished – I needed to close my mind off from this filth, this evil. Just do it, I thought! Get it over with! Suck the banana – do as they say – let the man watch me – let him play with me – look at him whilst I do it, how the dirty sexually deprived man enjoys it! Just go through the motions. Let him see how I suck and lick! Close my mind now and just do it – give them what they want then they will go away.
I explained to Pastor Michael how uncomfortable, and very tender, the extremities of my breasts felt as the constant friction of various hands rolling over my body, squeezing, gripping and teasing caused blood to gather and make me erect, like the cold does – but unlike the cold it was accompanied by feelings and excited nerves that should not be inflamed as they lead to the mind being corrupted.
The pastor asked if I was experiencing such thoughts and feelings now, as he observed that my nipples had stiffened. I failed to neither confirm nor deny his observation, though my embarrassment grew knowing his eyes were now constantly checking, gazing at me. Had I awakened lustful thoughts and desires in his head? Was I creating in his head an imaginary scenario, with him surmising being one of the perpetrators, rolling his fingers over my paps?
I think a temporary fright prevailed with the men scared of the possible repercussions deciding that enough was enough, though their amusement at my humiliation wasn’t disguised. Left to button up my blouse I hurried away to put the episode behind me and continue with my tasks.
The pastor weighed me up when I went silent.
“Did you feel pleasure?” he asked pointedly staring at me.
I was ashamed to answer but confessed to having a weird and unusual feeling that confused me.
“It was as though I was enjoying being humiliated and exposed to the lusts of those dreadful men!” I said after clumsily trying to justify why I hadn’t sought the help of the law.
“You returned the next day,” he pointed out accusingly. “Is it not a fact that you enjoyed the uncovering of your body, the sexual thrill from having your flesh exposed in front of men? Is it not true that you would thrill to have any man touch and expose you? Would you not feel the same wicked sensation if you exposed yourself now – in front of me?”
“No – definitely not – how could you suggest such a thing? It was the devil himself trying to get inside me!”
“Prove me wrong then,” said the pastor, “Expose yourself the same way and see if your emotions remain controlled and pure! In this situation you ought not to experience any form of lewd pleasure or sensation.”
Well, he insisted I could not give him an excuse to condemn me out of hand. I unfastened my upper garments and let him see my underwear. He seemed shocked that I fully drew my clothes to one side to uncover my breasts but I wanted him to see I wasn’t holding anything back in my attempt to make him see that I had been tricked by Satan and would not feel anything but pure thoughts now.
Pastor Michael had a gentle touch – at least to begin with. He made me direct him as to how the men had fondled my body and he quickly learned how bad men entice the nipples to harden, tweaking them between finger and thumb.
“You saw their arousal – in their trousers – that made you lustful – it wasn’t the devil – it was your own wickedness, your own dirty desire for things sexual. You saw evidence of their erections – did you notice that they were all aroused?”
I tearfully admitted that I had been compelled to gaze at a sight I had never before seen; yes, at all the men in turn. I had to admit also that I fully knew that my agreement to simulate a sex act on a banana would inflame them more. The pastor silenced my sobbing by sliding two fingers across my lips and almost subconsciously, out of habit, I let them into my mouth. I swear that my tongue was not my own and out of control when it began to lick and tease as my cheeks sucked in, relaxed and sucked again.
The pastor’s spare hand kept busy with my nipples, pressing kneading then holding my breast before suddenly slipping inside my undergarment to touch my red tips and feel the bare flesh. He removed his fingers from my mouth and keeping his face near mine, still playing with my breasts he questioned me relentlessly making admit how it was not the devil within me but my own wantonness and depravity that allowed the men to abuse me. It was the abuse that I craved and took pleasure from he said – and he would prove that to me.
He made me pray, still holding me he made me enter into an agreement with him that he would take responsibility for guiding me back to the right path and away from wickedness. I prayed and listened and repeated oaths when asked while he leaned close and, hidden from my view carried out movements with his hand that remained secret and private from me. Finished he seemed short of breath and perspired, hot under his collar. He would visit me again – tomorrow.
The End
You Always Hurt The Ones You Love
Hey!
The sound of my IM message notification (a sultry woman’s voice proclaiming, “Someone would like to speak with you, Master”) startled me from my writing, and I crossed the living room to the laptop to find a message from a friend living in the same apartment building.
Me: Hey yourself, sexy!
Mandi: Can I come down to see you? I’d rather not spend the evening alone
Me: Absolutely! Should I make dinner for us?
Mandi: Nah I already ate
Me: OK – the door’s unlocked.
When Mandi opened the door a few minutes later, she seemed surprised. “Barry Manilow?”
Clearly my choice of music surprised her. “I’m almost surprised that you recognize him,” I said, setting the book aside and crossing the room to her as she closed the door behind her. I took her into my arms for a long hug, enjoying the feel of her youthful body against me.
Her youthful body, her youthful smile, her youthful energy always made me feel younger, even though she was young enough to be my daughter. Yet somehow, something kept us coming back to each other – we were truly friends, and there were definitely some significant benefits to our friendship, but even though we each had dabbled in the dating pool with others, we always came back to each other.
…which was signified in this moment by the gentle kiss and the knowing way she stroked my lower spine.
When we separated at last, I took her hand in mine and guided her to where I was sitting. I sat in the recliner first, and she settled onto my lap, a position very comfortable and common to us. As the opening chords of “Could It Be Magic” wafted over us, I gave her a gentle squeeze, wondering what magic had brought us together like this on so many occasions.
“How’s the dissertation coming?” I finally asked.
“Ugh.”
“I figured as much.”
Mandi shrugged against me. “Now I really wish I’d followed a friend’s advice.”
“What advice was that?”
“She was purposely taking a year off from grad school before starting her Ph.D. program at Berkeley. She said that another five years without a significant break would be rather grueling.” She sighed. “Now I wish I’d done the same.”
I gave her another squeeze. “How close are you to getting to a point where I can read and edit what you have?”
She shrugged again. “Maybe a week or so. Probably closer to ‘or so,’ actually.”
“Make it closer to ‘a week,’ and I’ll see if I can arrange something special for you.”
“You don’t need to do that, you know.”
“I know,” I admitted, “but I want to. It may motivate you a little, and I just like surprising you in general.”
Mandi gently kissed my cheek. “Thanks. That’s just one of the reasons I like you so much.”
We shared a smile and an embrace, and then just sat there for a while until the music finally ended.
“You know,” she admitted, “you’re the only person I know who still owns an actual record player.”
“That’s what I grew up with,” I reminded the youngster. “But it is getting harder and harder to find needles and parts.”
“Time to add to the CD collection then.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe that’s what I’ll get you for your birthday next month: CDs of your record collection.”
“My entire record collection? That would probably cost you…” I paused to calculate in my head. “That would probably cost upward of $800.”
“Maybe I’ll just give you me instead.”
I smiled, imagining myself unwrapping her, exposing her, tasting her…
“Actually, I do have a surprise for you tonight. Just something small but something I think you’ll like. But you have to undress me first.”
As Mandi remained upon my lap, I touched her first, purposely taking my time. Once again, my hands meandered over her many curves, although primarily my attentions were focused upon her chest, caressing and squeezing her breasts through her Snoopy sweatshirt. Soon she was writhing sensuously upon my lap, touching me in kind, slowly heightening my arousal.
Only when she pleaded with her eyes did I finally lift off her sweatshirt, revealing a black lacy front-hook bra. I smiled, thinking this might be the surprise, as I had never known her to even own a front-hook bra. As our lips met anew, I continued to gently manipulate her breasts, never losing contact with the supportive garment.
“I’m so wet…” Mandi whispered between kisses.
“Good,” I responded. “That means I must be doing something right.”
We both laughed softly, briefly, but then our lips met again. With a hand still fondling her chest, my other hand slithered down her ribs, down her stomach, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before slithering inside, relishing the warmth trapped within the denim.
She was definitely wet, as I learned firsthand when my fingertips brushed her succulent sex through her silky panty. My hand upon her chest fumbled for a moment in opening the front of her bra, then closed upon a breast, the skin-to-skin contact eliciting a low sound of happiness from her throat. For several more minutes, my hands worked her body, strengthening her arousal, ensuring her desire liberally coated my fingers.
“Over my legs,” I instructed, retracting my hand from her panty and her jeans.
The expression in her eyes was one of lust and of naughtiness. She smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead before standing and turning around to push down her jeans and reveal a black panty before bending over my thighs.
Thus was her surprise revealed to me: “Spank me” was imprinted across her sweet derrière.
“That is exactly what I had had in mind,” I assured her softly.
“Then what’re you waiting for?” Mandi gave her nice rump a gentle shake to emphasize her point. “And don’t hold back, please. Make it hurt. Make it long and make it hurt.”
I did not hold back, not even when the tears began to fall. The sound of each impact, the way she moved upon me, the gasps the sounds which escaped past her dainty lips all endeared her to me even more, especially the trust she had in me to make herself so vulnerable for me, to allow me to hurt her like this.
And when at last she truly could not take any more, she slid to her knees upon the floor, clutching my legs as she continued to sob. My badly-stinging hand toyed with her hair to help calm her, and eventually her tears slowed to a trickle. She looked up at me at last, and I met her gaze with an appreciative smile.
“You’re truly special to me,” I assured her.
“Is that why you like to hurt me? After all, ‘you always hurt the ones you love.’”
I offered a hand to her, and helped Mandi to stand as I stood as well. I pulled her into a tight hug, reveling in the feel of her youthful body against me, knowing how wanton she appeared with her bra hanging open and her jeans down to her ankles.
“In that case,” I said honestly, “then I should hurt you every day for the rest of our lives.”
It was the closest yet I could bring myself to admitting that I truly loved her, but for the moment, it was more than enough.
The End
Le Expo
Laura walked briskly through the mall, her brown oxford pumps pounding the tile, frowning. She had just wasted the better part of the morning in an unsuccessful search for a new dress. Normally, shopping offered a pleasant departure from the pressures of work and “grad” school, but this time, that wasn’t the case. Her cousin’s wedding was Saturday and she needed a dress, now.
Christian Dior, Macy’s, Armani’s, Sak’s, Gucci…none of them had what she was looking for. One at Sak’s was close, but of course they didn’t have her size. Her frustration was now compounded due to being lost, for she had entered the mall on a different level and now had to search for the closest exit to the parking structure.
“There,” she thought, seeing the bright green sign at the end of the corridor. Laura didn’t usually visit this corner of the mall; shops with expensive kitchen gadgets and perfume-laden bath salts were not her thing. However, out of the corner of her eye, she noted yet another display of stylish mannequins dressed in the latest women’s fashions. The shop itself had some sort of “faux-European” name and was tucked in between the Coffee Bean and yet-another “soap” store. At first glance, she thought it looked rather sterile and cold, but her shoppers’ instinct told her to at least scan the display for possibilities.
And then, she saw it, the last formally-dressed silver mannequin on the left. A dress. A fairly cute dress. “Hmmmn,” she thought, peering into the glass. After a closer look, she thought she might like it even better than the one at Sak’s. “Maybe,” she thought, “but what does the back look like?”
Pushing open the heavy glass doors, her ears were assaulted by the too-loud sounds of “Jay-Z’s” latest release. Two female employees lounged near the entrance, laughing as they closely examined the screen of a cellphone. Seeing they paid no attention to her, Laura walked directly to the display, holding her breath with anticipation.
“Yes!” she decided, “veeerry cute,” upon seeing the back of the dummy. The dress looked to be the right blend of style and comfort, something that would compliment her features, yet simple enough so as not to distract from the bridal party. Laura wandered amongst the floor racks, looking for one to try on. After a quick search turned up nothing, she approached the two teen-aged salesgirls by the door, an African-American and a Latina. They were still engrossed in conversation when she interrupted, “Excuse me, could I please see that dress on the end?”
The African-American girl, “Tonya” according to her nametag, looked up and remarked dryly, “Oh, that one? It’s up on the wall. I’ll have to get the manager.” Cupping her hands to her mouth, Tonya called a bit too loudly across the room, “Michael!…Customer!” Glancing at Laura, she added, “He’s the manager; he’ll help you.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Tonya quickly turned away and resumed her conversation, “Yeah, that lil’ bitch is such a tramp!…”
Laura about-faced and looked up at the wall. Sure enough, there were five of “her” dresses hanging up high on the left. Her hopes spiraled she thought about the odds of them having one that would fit. More importantly she wondered, “How much do they cost if they are kept way up there?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by “Michael”, the thirty-something year old manager, when he suddenly appeared as if by magic. Actually, his arrival had nothing to do with coincidence for he was observant, if not exactly neat; he had been on his way to put a stop to the “girl-talk” at the front of the store when Laura intercepted him.
“Welcome to le Expo,” he said, casting an eye towards the front door, “May I help you?”
“Yes, I’d really like to see that dress,” Laura answered, pointing towards the wall over his shoulder.
Tugging on the collar of his wrinkled shirt, Michael looked up and responded, “The one with the little flowers?”
“Yes, please!” Laura answered radiantly.
“Yes, of course…I’ll have to get the ladder,” he muttered, “Excuse me please.” Michael glared briefly at the two salesgirls, but they remained deep in conversation, happily oblivious to his attempted communication. Sighing, he turned and shuffled off towards the storage closet.
A few minutes later, Michael was standing on top the ladder as Laura nervously clutched her purse below. “What size do you need?” he asked the wall blandly.
“I’m an ‘8’”, she answered.
“Uh-huh” Michael replied colorlessly, as he thumbed through the remaining stock on the hook. “3, 3, 3…” he droned, causing Laura’s hopes to take a sudden drop, “uh, 7 and 9. That’s all I got left.”
With a sigh of relief, she smiled, “Oh yes! I’d love to see the last two, please!”
Michael reached for the two dresses, noting the hefty price tag. Pausing, he looked down at the blonde girl below. “She’s very pretty and young, maybe 23…24?” he thought privately, “Tall too, kinda skinny but a nice ass”. However he also noticed she was dressed more casually than his usual customers, wearing a green “Hollister” T-shirt and denim skirt that looked like it was from Costco. He carefully noted that several of these $300.00 dresses could easily be stuffed inside the oversized bag in her hands.
Laura watched as Michael looked her up and down from his perch on the ladder, his eyes lingering a disproportionate amount of time on her chest and hips. Her face reddening as he looked, she unconsciously crossed her arms in front of her and waited for him to speak.
“Tell you what,” he said, looking into her brown eyes, “I’ve been doing this a long time. Why don’t you take the ‘9’ and try it on? I think it will fit you just fine.”
His suggestion catching her off guard, Laura stammered, “Uh, sure. That would be fine.”
Michael clambered down the ladder, (being 25 pounds overweight didn’t make it easy) and handed the dress to Laura. After examining it closely, she craned her neck to look around the store. Michael, whose eyes were on her neck that very instant, offered helpfully, “It’s in the back, left side.”
A few moments later, the latch securely locked on the dressing room door, Laura nimbly kicked off her shoes and undressed. As she knelt to step into the dress, she remembered, “Duh, Laura-it’s strapless.” She reached behind her back and with a well-practiced twist of her thumb and index finger, added her bra to the pile of clothes on the floor.
Slipping into it sealed the deal. Laura nearly always chose her clothing based on how it felt, not just how it fit or looked. The “feel” of a garment was an intimate quality that men, and many women, could never fully appreciate. The material was soft and silky-smooth on her skin. Laura had found that her nipples were the most effective body part for that particular evaluation. And the dress felt like it would breathe; just right, for she planned to spend hours on the dance floor that evening.
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Peering into the mirror, her smile faded slightly. Smoothing the middle over her belly and tugging at the top, she noticed that it “hung” on her body a little. Ok, more than just a little. Laura’s bust seemed to disappear under the fabric, but when she leaned forward, she found she could see her belly button, and “everything else” in-between, too! And the price! There was no way she was going to pay $300.00 for a dress that was too big!
“Damn!” she thought, “Why didn’t that jerk give me the ‘7’ too?” Glancing at her watch, Laura saw that it was starting to get late. Releasing the dress, she let it fall to the floor, the sudden movement making her aware of her lithe figure in the full length mirror. Staring at her tanned body, she cupped her breasts with both hands, absentmindedly fingering her nipples as she looked. She was surprised to see them “pinken” and grow stiff almost immediately, followed shortly by an altogether different sensation below her waist. She gazed into the mirror for nearly thirty seconds…thinking.
Then.
“Mmhmm” she said to the empty dressing room, a faint smile coming to her lips…
Excuse me?" a woman’s voice said.
Turning from the cash register, what Michael saw caused his reply to freeze in his throat. “Yeeee…?”
There before him was the tall young woman from before, except this time, she wasn’t wearing the Hollister T-shirt, she was naked! At least she sure looked naked. Michael’s shocked eyes traveled downward to her very bare chest. Her breasts were not large, nor were they small. Each one was perfectly defined, not a hint of the effect of gravity; ideal examples of the French philosophy that a woman’s breast should just barely “fill” a champagne glass or it was too big. A tiny mole above her left areola was the only mark distinguishing her left from its altogether lovely twin on the right. As his gaze traveled further down her form, he realized that she was not completely naked; she was in fact wearing a tiny white thong.
“What the fuu…?” he began, suddenly stopping when he remembered that he was still in fact, at work. His heart began to race as his eyes franticly searched the girl’s face for an explanation. His first thought was this must be a joke, or maybe some kind of “reality cable-TV” stunt? But she wasn’t smiling as if it were a joke. In fact, her face was completely calm, without a hint of shame or embarrassment. Nor did she appear to be some hard-faced “adult industry” veteran, who had long lost any sense of modesty in public. The girl just stood there innocently, looking quite like,…well, like an angel, albeit a “naked” one, looking back at him!
Then she spoke.
“I’m so sorry to bother you again,” she began sweetly, each word enunciated carefully, “but I’m afraid the ‘9’ is just a bit too large. Would you terribly mind letting me try on the ‘7’ instead?”
She said it as casually as if she were asking a stranger for the time of day or directions to the nearest Starbuck’s. In fact she seemed so relaxed, that for a moment, Michael wondered if perhaps, she didn’t realize that she had forgotten to get dressed before walking up front!
Outside the dress shop, Laura’s “show” in the window did not escape notice by some of the more observant male shoppers either. One young man, walking with his girlfriend craned his head awkwardly behind her back, thankful that she was too busy on her cellphone to notice what he was looking at, yet disappointed that he couldn’t stop and linger for a better view. Another middle-aged man earned a scornful rebuke when he forgot to look where he was going and blundered directly into the path of a young mother and her stroller.
Having received no response for several seconds, Laura prompted, “Um, excuse me?”
Michael stared wide-eyed at her chest as she spoke to him, her pink areolas appearing all the more flushed when contrasted with the pale, teardrop-shaped tan lines on each breast. The more he looked, he found couldn’t take his eyes off them. It was as though her upturned nipples had asked the question and were now anxiously waiting for his answer!
After another awkward pause, he stammered, “I’m sorry…what did you say?” carefully addressing her eyes this time and not her tits.
“The ‘7’ please,” she answered patiently, “I’d like to try it on,” pointing towards the wall with emphasis, the effort causing her breasts to “jiggle” ever so slightly.
“Oh, yes, yes of course!” he answered, now a tinge of panic in his voice, “Right away!”
Michael scrambled for the ladder, almost knocking it over as he attempted to climb it. Once at the top, he fumbled for her dress so badly, he dropped the others into an expensive heap on the floor. Eventually he was able retrieve it and climb back down, blushing badly as he handed it to the ever patient, but still topless Laura.
Michael watched as Laura turned and padded silently back towards the dressing rooms in her bare feet. As she walked, her blonde ponytail swung back and forth mocking his gaze. Once she was about twenty feet away, his pulse slowed enough to allow his eyes to freely travel down her curvy hour-glass figure, eventually stopping at her buttocks. There his eyes remained fixed on her tanned cheeks, perfectly framed by the brilliant white thong that defined and separated each muscle. Disappearing around the corner to the dressing rooms, she passed an open-mouthed Tonya, who for once in her life, had nothing to say.
Ten minutes later, Laura approached the cash register a second time, this time fully dressed. Michael was waiting for her, reinforced this time by the Hispanic salesgirl, who had apparently lost her nametag. Sweating heavily, he accepted the size ‘9’ that Laura had thoughtfully re-hung on the clothes hanger. Once completing her purchase, the salesgirl (Monica was her name) handed Laura the cellophane-wrapped dress.
“Thank you for shopping at le Expo,” Michael concluded with a weak flourish. He started to say, “Please come again, Miss uh…” but his words trailed off lamely when he found himself addressing her “back”- the tall girl had already turned to leave and was ignoring him as she walked toward the door.
Laura’s face was still completely calm, returning nobody’s gaze, acknowledging no one’s stares. She walked through the silent crowd, her purchase carried lightly over one shoulder. On the way out, she casually observed that there seemed to be more customers in the store now than when she first came in. Reaching the glass doors, she pushed them open and joined the anonymous throng in the hallway.
Walking past the Coffee Bean, Laura glanced into the window. She had never been in there, in fact she didn’t even like coffee, but it was the reflection in the glass that caught her eye. Looking closely, she found she rather liked the image of the tall, blonde woman confidently returning her gaze.
As Laura’s eyes traveled down her chest, she noticed two very prominent “bumps” under her T-shirt. She smirked as she realized her body’s outward betrayal of her racing heart. Of course, the effect was probably more obvious due to the fact that she had neglected to put on her bra, (or panties for that matter) when she got dressed the second time. “Oh well?” she thought in a naughty sort of way; she had the house to herself all afternoon and the wetness between her legs told her she’d have little use for clothing of any sort once she got home.
Nearing the exit, Laura was about to go out the door when from behind she heard the rap music from “le Expo” filtering through the corridor. Then a shrill voice, most likely Tonya’s, called after her, “You GO Girl! Woooo-Hoooo!”
And Laura smiled…
The End
Elaine
His name was ‘SteveUK" and his message in the chatroom was: “Do any guys near Taunton want to get a blow job from my girlfriend?”
The only reason it caught my eye, was that it was within driving distance from my house. I private-messaged him saying I was close. When it got round to me asking him to prove that it was really his gf I was meeting and not just some weird guy, he asked me for my mobile number.
It was only seconds before the phone rang.
Elaine: “Is that Chris?”
Chris. “Yes, Elaine right?”
Elaine: “Hi, so, Steve asked me to call. So do you think you can come over?”
Chris: “Sure.”
When she called, my jeans were unzipped, my cock already hard. Porn clips running silently on the monitor in front of me. I’d been playing with myself again since I’d first picked up the phone.
Elaine: “But its just oral sex ok. I only want to give you a blow job ok?”
Chris “Whatever you want.”
Elaine: “You can cum on my face if you like.”
There was an awkward bit when I had to find a pen and paper to take down her address. But minutes later I was in a hot bath, my heart beating rapidly while I washed my cock. In the car I chain-smoked the whole way, window down on the motorway, music playing loudly. Once off the motorway I found her directions to be very efficient. I was fairly excited by the time I found her street. I got out the car and smoked one last cigarette, trying to calm down so I could pretend to be cool. I had no idea what she looked like. Not like I cared much.
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I ring the bell. Elaine answers the door. Her smile is genuine but slightly nervous. She looks like she’s going to giggle or cry. We say our hellos. It’s all strangely normal. Before we’ve left the hallway she’s offered me a coffee. She takes me through to the lounge-diner. There’s her PC desk and on screen MSN Messenger is running. The guy on cam, I rightly assume is SteveUK. The mic is working too. We chat.
Elaine brings instant coffee, she looks a little less nervous now, I’m sat on her desk chair looking at her. She is wearing a short, but not too tight, black skirt. A plain blouse with a black bra showing underneath. She isn’t wearing any shoes but she is wearing a pair of ragged-looking hold up stockings. She must be almost 50 but still attractive and slim. Her hair is blonde and thin and cut in a neat bob. Probably works in an office – maybe part time.
Elaine and Steve go over the rules again.
Elaine: “Do you want to be naked or just unzipped?”
Me: “Naked.”
Elaine: “OK, well get undressed and take a seat on the sofa.”
I take off everything but my socks, then I put my black boots back on. I sit on her sofa. She positions her webcam so it is facing me. Steve has gone silent now. She seems very relaxed. She opens my legs and drops a cushion down on the floor between them. She kneels on it. She’s smiling up at me. Grinning.
Elaine: “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Me: “I know.”
She licks the base of my cock and slowly drags her tongue to the tip. Then she gently grips my cock in her hand and puts her warm wet mouth over the tip. She’s really good. Her tongue works slowly and deliberately. She sucks me in deep then licks her way down my shaft and then onto my balls. She nibbles and licks them, while keeping my cock going in her hand. I play with her hair. Her mouth makes me moan. Then she stops, takes off her blouse and shirt. I touch the warm skin of her shoulders. Then she shocks me a little by deep-throating me. She slowly but surely takes the whole length and calmly keeps her mouth clamped around the base.
Me: “How the hell do you do that?”
Elaine slowly pulls off, she grins: “Practice.”
She carries on. I try to make it last as long as I can. But she knows she’s got me. She grins when I have to pull her hand away from my cock to stop me from cumming. She stands and takes me by the hand. She gets me to stand in front of the desk. She points the webcam at my cock. She brings her cushion over and gets back on her knees. She sucks me again. But she’s now looking into the cam and talking to Steve. He is silent at the other end. His cam now switched off. I start swearing and panting. She knows how close I am. She’s jerking me faster, gripping it tight. Her gaze goes back and forth from my face to the cam.
Elaine: “Come on. Cum on my face.”
Me: “Oh fuck.”
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back.
Elaine: “Do it.”
I had already jerked off twice that day but when I came there was still enough to make Elaine giggle and make a little surprised squeal as I let it go all over her face. I just looked down at her panting. She looked good. She opened her eyes grinning. Then looked into the cam.
Elaine: “Did you like that baby?”
Steve: “Yeah babe. That was really fucking hot.”
Steve: “Did you enjoy that Chris?”
Me: “Hmmmm, fuck yea.”
Steve: “She’s the best cock sucker I’ve ever met.”
Elaine was still kneeling there, smiling almost like she was embarrassed, my cum still glistening on her face and neck.
Me: “She is good.”
Steve: “Suck him again.”
Elaine smiled at me. I was now sat in the desk chair still naked. Elaine leant down and took the whole of my soft cock in her mouth. Even though it felt amazing my dick wasn’t ready to get hard again. Elaine persevered for a couple of minutes but then she stopped, took my own hand and placed it on my dick.
Elaine: “Play with it. That’s it. Keep doing that. So, what else do you like doing Chris?”
Me: “Oh, um, well I’ll try anything really. What’s your fantasy?”
Elaine: “To have sex with three men, one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one in my ass. Do you like anal sex Chris?”
Me: “Yes but only done it once.”
Elaine: “I really like it.”
She watches me play with my dick, smiling because it’s gotten hard.
Elaine: “Would you meet with me and Steve?”
Me: “Definitely”
Elaine: “You can do more when he’s with us. I want to you to fuck my ass while Steve is in my pussy. Would you do that?”
Me: “I’d love to.”
She takes over from me. She gives me an incredible blow job. Her head bobs up and down and she moans on my cock, putting on a real show for Steve. She lets me fuck her mouth, I hold her by the back of the head. I’m not rough but I let her know that I want her to take it deep.
Me: “Fuck I’m gonna cum again”
She doesn’t stop, her head moving more rapidly up and down. I cum in her mouth and she makes a happy moaning noise. She swallows. Afterwards she has a beaming grin on her flushed face.
They seem to want to get me dressed and out of there pretty quick. I want to stay and watch them talk. I know she’s going to start playing with herself when I leave. But I respect their rules. She shows me to the door. Steve can’t see so I give her a lingering kiss on her cheek.
Elaine: “I hope you enjoyed that. We will call you soon about meeting up. Bye”
I sat in my car and lit up a cigarette, then started the engine.
The End
Wails and Moans of Halloween
Sometimes with holidays, you just don’t want to be alone. This isn’t about the basic holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas, but even holidays like Halloween. I was a younger man at the time on Halloween. I had stayed in town while most of my friends went off to their various colleges. I had chose to wait a year to save up more money to get into a better school. It was going to cost a little more, but it would be worth it in the end, and with that sacrifices had to be made, like still staying with the parents. So while my friends were off partying on Halloween at their colleges, it looked like I was going to get stuck with trick or treaters. I was getting ready for a night of making sure some troublemakers weren’t going to go through and ruin the decorations the family had put up when I got a call from a girl I dated named Zoey.
Zoey was a goth wannabe and was my only friend that smoked weed. She was a couple of years younger then me. If you listened to her, she probably had more sexual experience then anyone my age. She would tell me stories of the rough sex she would be having and the occasional threesome, or who her current bisexual fling was with. She had built a casket in her room, but it wasn’t big enough to fit an adult. She had naturally dark, thick hair, and tended to wear a lot of dark, comfortable clothes, and combat boots. We had dated for a couple of months earlier in the year, but basically I was a rebound relationship for her. She was trying to make her girlfriend jealous. Yes, I was a pawn in a bisexual love triangle. I always chuckle at that thought. I didn’t mind, as while we didn’t do more then make out, she had a nice, full figure that was fun to hold onto. We just suddenly stopped seeing each other in a dating sense. No reason behind it. We’d talk on occasion, but that was about it. I’d occasionally hang out with her stoner friends and her while they passed around the bud. Honestly it is easy to say no to the shit. Everyone I’ve met in my life that smoked pot that offered has given me the same answer, “Oh good, more for me.”
“What are you doing tonight?” she asked.
“I have no real plans,” I told her, “I’m probably going to stay at home.”
“Why don’t you come over here, we’ll hang out. My mom went out to a party and I’m stuck at home.” I had no plans, so I agreed. Probably it was also because she knew that I wouldn’t smoke her dope and there would be more for her.
She greeted me at the door wearing a shapeless black dress. As usual she was dressed for comfort and not style. We went inside and after offering me a drink, sat down to watch TV and have idle conversation. The program of choice, The Rocky Horror Picture show. Neither of us actually sat down to watch it before, so we did. Through the whole picture she had her feet up on my lap and I took them in my hands and massaged them, only to be interrupted by the occasional trick or treater. I stroked my fingers up her calves and behind her knee and listened to her sigh and look at me during the stroking. I ran my fingers up her thighs under her dress and between her legs. I never went this far with her before as I stroked my fingers over her panties in a slight bit of surprise.
“I didn’t expect silk,” I simply said. It could have ruined the moment because we both busted out laughing and her mom came in at the same time. Zoey moved back on the couch enough so that my hand wasn’t where it was. Her mom carried a garbage bag of weed in.
“Look what I got!” her mom said. Her mom really was more of a pothead then Zoey, but that was probably due to the fact that her mom hogged all the pot from what I was told. Zoey excused herself while her and her mom went to her mom’s bedroom for a moment talking excitedly about the score they wound up getting. Zoey came back all smiles due to the dime bag she had in her hands, and hid it behind a book in the shelving. She plopped backdown on the couch. They did a replay of the Rocky Horror Picture Show so we decided to watch it again, with the theory we’d notice things that we missed the first time, or so that’s what we said. Instead I continued with what I was doing, stroking my hand under her dress and over her thigh and to those silk panties. She just gave me a hard look, but didn’t actually say no, when I slid my finger under the legband and ran it over her cleft.
She gasped and looked at the door that was near her mom’s room. I leaned over her and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, adjusting myself off the couch so I could still run my fingers over her mound. I just heard her groan slightly in my mouth. I pulled her dress up up and over her chest to see the silky panties and the black bra.
“I would have never expected fancy underwear,” I chuckled and leaned down kissing over her collarbone. With my free hand I pulled down the cups of her bra to show me the nipples of her full breasts. I slipped my hand under the front band of her panties and slid my middle finger over her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips at my hand as I sucked and licked back and forth between both of her nipples.
“My mom can come out here at any time,” she whispered violently, but her hips still reacting to the hand that was down her panties.
“She’s probably rolling a joint and smoking up, if you think she actually wants to be interrupted doing that, just tell me to stop and I will,” I whispered back, as I took the opportunity to slip my middle finger inside of her. She quickly grabbed a chair pillow and covered her face with it. I smiled and kissed down her stomach and down to her legs. I licked a trail up each of her inner thighs to her panties, before pulling them down completely. I looked up at her and gave a long lick her slit. She was very wet as I slid two fingers inside of her, twisting and turning them as I pumped them in and out. I ran my tongue over her clit, tapping it repeatedly to the same beat of my fingers as she just pumped up at my hand. She pulled my hand out of her and sucked juices off her fingers. When she did this I replaced my fingers with her tongue. She squeaked out, “Oh shit,” as I slide and scraped my tongue over her inner walls, using my nose to massage her clit. I sucked and licked and swirled. She resorted to biting into the pillow and screaming her head off. I felt her as she pounded a her hand down on my shoulders as she came repeatedly trying to get me to let up on her as I quietly slurped at her juices. She finally had enough will to grab my hair and pull me off.
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“Oh fuck,” she said panting, “It was like a girl was doing that to me.”
This pissed me off, and it made something animalistic in me click, like I had to prove my manhood. I unzipped my pants and kissed her roughly. I got inbetween her legs and shoved my cock inside her. She let out a surprised moan as I started to pound away at her. It was easily the tightest pussy I ever was in at that point. I felt her squeeze and suck me in as I released a barrage of thrusts into her tight cunt. She leaned forward and bit my shoulder to muffle a scream and it hurt. I pulled away long enough just to flip her over to her hands and knees and slam it behind her. She pushed her head into a pillow and continued to scream as her hips thrust back at my cock. I leaned over her back, sliding my hands under her to squeeze and pinch her nipples as I whispered.
“A girl huh? I don’t think any of your girlfriends would be able to pound you with…a…cock…like…this,” I said, slamming harder with each word to prove a point. She buried her head deeper into the couch cushions and let out a scream that was barely muted. Her pussy felt like a vise on my cock and in response I unleashed fired a heavy load repeatedly as her hips pulsed back at me everytime a shot rang out into her pussy. I refrained from letting out a huge grunt in response. We came at the same time and quite frankly it was the best time I ever came in a woman.
I pulled out and sat down, and didn’t say anything. I looked at her, and said “Now clean my cock.”
She turned around, her hair plastered against her face in sweat. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked out the remaining cum and her juices from my cock. I realized I was starting to treat her like a slut, and I actually started to feel bad. After it was cleaned I put it back in my pants as she readjusted herself, found her panties. She left and used the bathroom and came back.
“I didn’t expect most of that,” she said.
“Yeah well…” I planned on apologizing.
“That was the first time I came with a cock in me, the first time a guy came in me without a rubber on, and I know that it’s not common for cumming at the same time. Damn dude, I didn’t know you were that good.”
“Well,” I said, “I got a little ticked about the girl comment.”
“Dude,” she looked at me shocked, “That was a compliment, cause you’re the first guy that was able to get me off by going down on me.”
I laughed, “I guess there are things that you still haven’t experienced.”
“And making me clean your cock afterwards, damn, I didn’t know you had a dominate side in you.” She came over and straddled my lap and started to nibble at my neck, “Now I wonder what it would be like if there could be more noise, just how dominate could you be.”
“Oh I have no problem ordering you around…” I said, “But I think you’d want me to sound like I actually mean it and not doing it to please you in that case.”
“That’s true,” she said. I started to get to half mast with her straddled on my lap and nibbling at my neck, “Well just fucking again might not be a bad idea. It seems that you can get it up again.”
“I can, but no.” I said.
“Why?” she asked, “Please?”
“Cause I want to hear you scream the next time I go off and slam it into you.”
She quickly got off my lap and grabbed my hand. She dragged me outside and through her backyard, down a side street, and through a wooded area until they got to this small little box like structure, “This is where my little brother goes with his friends on occasion, and any screaming that happens people won’t be able to see right off,” she said. We both climbed in and it was her turn to attack me, kissing me wetly on the mouth as she unzipped my pants and reached her hand in, “I’m going to fuck your brains out this time.”
“Not if I don’t fuck yours out first,” I responded. She didn’t take off her dress as she straddled my cock and slid down it, “Oh fuck…”
“Oh fuck is right,” I said as I grabbed my hips and started to slam up at her as she slammed down. She leaned her head back and gasped as she bounced up and down on my cock, her knees getting dirty on the ground as she stopped to grind her pussy against my hips.
“Turn around on my cock,” I commanded, and she did as she was told. I slid her dress off of her and tossed it to the side as she worked her pussy on my cock. I watched her nice round ass shake on my cock as I gave her ass a swat.
“Ow!” She cried, and I did it again, “Fuck! That hurts!” I slapped with my other hand. With every swat she cried out, but didn’t tell me to stop. She started to speed up faster on my cock. I felt my balls start to get drenched from her juices leaking on them. I pushed her forward on her hands and knees again, and got behind her. I grabbed her hair at the scalp and pulled her head back, causing her to scream in pain, as I manhandled her with thrusts.
“I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming! Harder! Harder! Fuck me!” she screamed out, her screams bouncing in the tight space that we were in as I pushed her down so her chest was on the dirt floor, her ass raised up in the air as I plunged into her with even more leverage causing her to scream louder. I felt that vice around my cock, and if I hadn’t cum earlier, I would have lost it for sure again. I took the enjoyment of her ass grinding back toward me, yet trying to pull away at the same time, of the pleasure that racked her body. I turned her over on her back, and she looked a mess. I was about to add to it. I slammed her a few more times, causing more groans and gasps to come out.
“Maybe I should fuck you up the ass now,” I said, not really consider it. She gave a wild eye look, “Oh no, I have to draw the line somewhere, fuck this is good.”
I reached my hands up and tugged at her breasts. I didn’t fondle, I didn’t squeeze, I tugged. I held those things roughly as I pounded into her, only pausing to feel her pussy lock down on my cock as she screamed, thrashed, and moaned. In the middle of her orgasm I pulled my cock out, and pointed it up at her. At the same time she looked at me bewildered only to wittiness my cock launch a load up high enough to hit her chin.
“Fuck man!” she cried out as she flinched and closed her eyes as I quickly moved up her body and shot my cum on her face, neck, and tits. I nudged the head of my cock at her lips when I was done and she took it, sucking at it briefly and spitting the little cum she did get out, “I didn’t tell you to cum on me.”
“I didn’t want to shoot another load in your pussy cause I didn’t know if you were on the pill or not.”
She looked at me, cum and dirt smeared, “You could have came on my stomach or just my tits.”
“Hey I didn’t expect my first shot to explode that far either,” I said, “Might as well use it while I could. Always wanted to cum on a chicks face.”
“Yeah, well, no more of that shit,” she said.
“Would you rather have that or me fucking you up the ass?”
She didn’t even stop to think, “That.”
“Then don’t complain, or you might have been walking home funny.”
She grinned, “I probably still will.”
We headed back to her place, but I didn’t go in. We just were jointly amused that we were able to add to the screams and moans that were associated with Halloween.
The End
Fantasy, A Black Cock Indulgence
There they were, another day at the gym getting their daily workout. Dave and Linda were fitness enthusiast, and enjoyed their daily workouts a lot.
They were married for what seemed like forever, actually 11 years this week. As an anniversary present Dave had arranged for a special surprise, one they had each fantasized about for years, but never shared with each other.
This day their time at the gym had been a bit different. While Linda was lifting some small dumbbells a trainer was watching her. She had noticed him looking but tried to act as if she hadn’t. After a few minutes of watching the trainer approached her and began to talk to her about the way she was using the weights. He offered her a few suggestions regarding her technique, and explained that these minor changes would have a huge effect on her muscle groups. Then he did something that sent shivers through her body. He touched her on the under side of her arms and asked if she could feel the muscles there being worked. She was mesmerized by his touch, the thought of this big strong black man touching her made her tingle all over, and she liked it. He showed her a few more exercises and each time he would touch her with the excuse of showing her the muscles that were supposed to be worked. The feelings rushing through her body were intense and she felt herself burning inside with a desire to be with this man.
This situation hadn’t gone unnoticed by Dave, but he waited quite a while before moving over to where they were. He was enjoying watching his wife interact with this man, the color of his skin against hers was a tremendous turn on. Dave secretly hoped there could be more, much more. He had fantasized for a long time about watching his hot little wife being penetrated by another man. But not just any man, a stud. And this man fit the bill to a tee. He was built like a Greek God, features and muscles chiseled like a fine statue. The color of his skin was like milk chocolate and he looked delicious. The contrast of his large dark body standing over Linda’s small fair skinned frame was an erotic masterpiece.
As Dave approached them, they both smile awkwardly, like 2 school kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Linda introduced her new friend Keon as one of the trainers from the gym who was kind enough to give her a few pointers. Dave shook Keons hand and was impressed by his firm grip and smooth skin. Keon asked if Linda would like to take a few training sessions at no cost to them. He explained that once in a while he did some training at no charge for select clients that he thought would benefit from them. After some brief small talk Linda took him up on his offer and made plans to come back the next day.
The ride home was electric; Dave and Linda were as horny as they had been in years. When they arrived home, as soon as they closed the door they were all over each other. The sex was wild and raw, right there on the floor. They hadn’t fucked like that for years. It went on long into the night; they fucked like young lovers in lust, 4 times that night. Not a word was said about Keon, but they both knew the reason they were so fucking hot.
The next day couldn’t come fast enough for either of them. Dave watched as his sweet little wife of 11 years got ready for her time with Keon at the gym. He had to leave for work, but not until Linda sucked him into her hungry mouth, and for the first time in years she sucked until he came and swallowed it all. Dave left for work and Linda left for the gym and Keon.
When she got to the gym Keon was waiting, she was instantly hot inside and could feel her skin getting flushed. She hoped he would touch her again while he was training her. Today he began by helping her onto the chin up bar, he lifted her by the waist until she grabbed the bar. His touch was making it hard to concentrate. Next he had her laying on her back on the bench and lifting a barbell. As he spotted her she could look up the leg of his shorts, the sight of his black cock made her too weak to continue. He had no underwear on, and liked showing this hot little white married woman his cock and balls. He asked her if she was enjoying herself, she couldn’t even speak, she just shook her head yes.
Next he took her to a private area of the gym. There was workout equipment, a sauna, shower, couches, a massage table and a desk. She knew now that this is where the real training would be done. Keon sat at the desk and dialed the phone, he asked the person on the other end of the phone if “it” was still ok to move forward, and Linda wondered who he was talking to. Then Keon handed the phone to Linda, the voice on the phone was Dave’s, and what he said next sent her reeling. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABE, Enjoy yourself!!. Those words rang in her ears, she asked him if he was serious, and also realized that this was all a set up. She handed the phone back to Keon and entered his world dizzy with lust.
He motion her to the couch where he sat down. He had her kneel on the floor in front of him, and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. She loved the feeling of his hot tongue in her mouth. She wanted more of him, and she was going to get it.
For years she had fantasized about being with a black man, and now it was coming to fruition, and the urgency she felt in her loins as he gently kissed and caressed her was making her very wet!!!
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He continued to kiss her while his hand moved towards her pussy. What’s going on in here? he asked, while slipping a finger into her panties. She was screaming inside for him to put his luscious black fingers into her hot pussy. She trembled and began to come uncontrollably. You want to be my little white married slut don’t you? She couldn’t speak, but nodded her head while gazing into his eyes.
She found herself rubbing his cock through his shorts, and couldn’t resist the urge to get his cock out so she could see it. He stood and took his shorts down revealing a sight that had her drooling. He commanded her to “get to sucking it bitch”, and she did. She loved being controlled by her big black stud, and knew she was to become his. She was sucking his cock, licking up and down the shaft, and then she worshipped his big balls. The smell and taste was intoxicating, she couldn’t get enough. He could tell by the way she moaned while blowing him that she loved his cock. He asked her if she wanted to taste his cum, and she moaned yes. He commanded her to beg for it and she did. She spoke “Oh baby, I love the taste of your big black cock and balls’ “please come in my mouth, I want to taste your juices on my toungue”. When he unloaded his come in her mouth she sucked hard and swallowed, it made her come. She fell back on the floor and quivered in front of her new black master.
He lifted her to the massage table and laid her on her belly. Pulling her to the edge of the table he sat in a chair and buried his face in her sweet pussy. Linda began to shiver and come again all over his tongue. The pleasure she was getting from Keon was unlike any she had ever experienced before. The thought of having her pussy devoured by this strong black sex master made her orgasms intense. He continued to lick her like the superb lover that he was, alternating between her pussy lips and her delicious ass. Like a man possessed he attacked her ass with his mouth and she was reacting by uncontrollably bucking and coming in waves.
He spoke… “Your little white ass taste so fucking good” “You like this don’t you?” her reply was to begin to squeal “I Love what you do to me” “Your fuckin nasty black tongue is incredible” “You like eating my ass baby?” Keon moaned “Ung huh” “I Love this little white ass”. After her next wave of orgasms, she was exhausted from his oral lovemaking.
She was overcome with a desire to lay between his legs and devour his cock and balls. She wanted to taste ALL of him again, she made her way off the table and onto the floor under him. Now that he had her in his world she was beginning to truly yearn to serve her black lover. She wanted to give pleasure to him, make him want her love, make him know her love for his cock. She craved the feel of his cock on her face, in her hands, in her mouth. She was his to use, born for his pleasure, a true black cock loving married white whore.
For the next 20 minutes he taught her how to love his black cock. She learned his inner most desires, he taught her to respond to his masculine voice, like a slave to her master. He had her beg for his cock, he would hold it inches from her mouth and make her beg, she was allowed to caress his inner thighs while being kept from touching what she had grown to desire, the taste and feel of his black manhood. Every nerve in her body was tingling, her body trembled with lust and nasty uninhibited desires. In this short time she had become his little whit sex slave and she knew he would control her sex from now on. And she hadn’t even had his huge dick inside her yet.
After lavishing his cock and balls with a bath of saliva, love and hot moaning lust she was swallowing his come again. Nothing had ever made her feel this way inside, she was surely changed forever.
He made her dress for home. She wanted to stay but knew that obeying her master was the only way. They kissed goodbye, and she was off for the house.
She slept most of the rest of the afternoon, until Dave arrived home. He had been thinking about her training session all day, his cock had been so hard for so long, it ached. She greeted him with a deep kiss and hug. He could smell the sex all over her, it was intoxicating to him. He made her tell him what had happened, had she enjoyed the anniversary present? She explained in detail the feelings she experienced while with Keon that morning, and Dave could tell that she was in love with Keons cock from her description of the day.
That night she wouldn’t let Dave have her pussy as she had been ordered by Keon to anticipate her first penetration by his cock. The next day was to bring many more first…
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