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Michael and Karen have been chatting for awhile, telling each other their wildest sexual fantasies and desires. Karen met Michael on an online chat room that she frequented for kinky adults.

Karen stumbled upon this chat room one night after she grew tired of crying over a man who obviously never loved her. She had just broken things off with her long time boyfriend Dan after finding out that he had been cheating the whole five years they were together. It started out innocent enough where she would just read the posts, lurk or look through the pictures of dicks, ass, titties or whatever someone had posted. Karen would say hi, every so often or join in a conversation never really thinking she would go any further. She had enjoyed just taking her mind off all her problems. The room was full of men and women who knew what they wanted, needed and desired sexually. Exploring the room gave Karen the confidence she needed to finally let that freaky chic who she had put away years ago. She thought because she was no longer in her early twenties and had a long time boyfriend that she should focus on being the girlfriend that would eventually be the wife. Chuckling to herself, Karen now feels she should have kept her out and Dan would probably still be here.

One dark, cold and lonely night, Karen decided it was time to jump head first and start exploring her inner kinky girl. Karen was beautiful. She had long dark hair, smooth chocolate skin, tits to die for and an ass that men would kill to touch. She found a pair of black lace cheeky panties that criss crossed across the ass. She took some sexy selfies. Some of her ass from the side and some from the back using a full length mirror. She laid across her bed and took some of her full body. Karen made sure to include pictures of her thick thighs and long legs. She scrolled the pictures that she had just taken and smiled. She found the ones she liked the best and decided she was finally going to post in the group. It was around midnight when she posted the first picture. She decided on the one of her laying across her queen size bed with hair barely covering her breast.

Ding, ding. Her notifications were going crazy. She got into the group and she read the posts that were being posted. The women would comment sexy, nice or ask where I got those panties. The men were just as appreciative. This was something that Karen had missed. She lost all that being in the relationship with Dan. He was never appreciative of her body or her trying to be sexy for him. She just felt ignored. She chatted more frequently and posted more pictures. She felt like she had become friends with the people she had never met. Most lived in the same city. She also discovered that once a month they would met a bar just to get to know each other. Sometimes they would get together sexually but it was up to you on how far you were willing to go that night. She had gone to one of their meet ups and had really enjoyed herself. She drank, danced and made out with a few, but nothing serious. Yet again she was still exploring her sexual desires.

A few weeks later she got a PM, private message, from Michael. He was one of the guys in the group. Michael was a personal trainer and had the body to prove it. He was sexy as hell, just the right amount of muscles and oh lets not forgot those dick pictures. Every time he would post a dick picture or video it made Karen horny as hell. She was glad that he had messaged her. She accepted his message and they began to chat outside the group and in the group. He was tatted up and drove a motorcycle. Some of the things that turned Karen on. She could hear a motorcycle and her pussy would purr. They told each other all their wildest, sexual desires. They got to know each other not just sexually but as friends. Michael had never been to any of the meet ups so they had never met.

One night while chatting, Karen decides that it is time to finally meet up and take care of some of those wild fantasies that they had talked about. They decide that Friday night would be a good night for both of them. Michael lives only an hour away and they would meet somewhere in the middle. Karen had never been to an adult arcade before and Michael knew that was something on her sexual bucket list, so he suggest that they go to one. Karen didn't know of any so Michael said that he would meet her somewhere and pick her up.

Friday night arrives and Karen is a little nervous but also excited that she is finally exploring her sexual desires. It has taken her years to stop being so shy about sex and just let go. Karen hops in her car and drive to the Outlet Mall where they decided to meet. Michael arrives to pick her up. Michael gets out the car and walks around to open the passenger side of his truck. Karen's eyes were pleased with this fine man standing in front of her and he smelled just delicious. Karen got in and he closed the door behind her. Karen and Michael talk a little and she notices him staring at her chest because her sexy black and red corset has the girls sitting up high. She notices his erection pressing hard against his jeans begging to be set free. Karen gives him a sly smile when they finally make eye contact again. She shifts slightly in her seat so that her short black lace skirt is pushed up just enough so he can see she's not wearing any panties.

Michael switches driving hands so that now his right hand is free. He reaches over and rests his hand on her thick chocolate colored thighs, before walking his fingers up to touch his middle finger to the bottom of her skirt. Her body tenses with his touch. Karen's pussy is already wet with the anticipation of the evening ahead. She reaches over into his lap and massages his rock hard dick. Karen unzips his pants and his dick springs free from its confines. She begins to stroke him up and down slowly before rubbing his pre cum over the head with her thumb. She removes her hand and reach between her thighs and rubs her pussy getting it wet. With her wet hand she continues stroking his now throbbing cock. Michael makes her cum as he rubs clit letting his finger slip into her wetness. Karen unbuckles her seat belt and reaches across his truck and kisses the top of his manhood.

They continue driving and playing until they make it to the arcade. They pull into the parking lot and Michael tucks his dick back into his jeans gets out and walks around and open her door. Karen steps out pushes her skirt down and walks with him into the adult store. Michael does all the talking and he pays for their room and a few fun things. They get to their room and they walk in not bothering to lock the door as they are groping, kissing and fondling each other. The movie starts playing but they don't really notice as they continue where they left off in the truck. Karen sits on the leather couch, head thrown back as Michael's tongue and fingers work their magic on her sweet spot as the door opens slightly. Karen turns her head to look towards the door and there in the doorway stands a tall, handsome, bearded man with lust in those beautiful green eyes.

As her eyes make their way down his chiseled chest, past those abs of steel, she sees the outline of his swollen dick trying to rip the fabric of his shorts. Karen licks her lips at the sight. Her eyes travel back up and when their eyes meet again, she bites her bottom lip and raises her brow letting him know that she wants a taste. He unzips his pants, walks over and pulls out his dick. As Michael flips her onto my knees, back dipped and ass up never breaking his rhythm, licking and teasing her pussy. I open my mouth and take his dick in my hand and lick from the bottom of his shaft to the bulbous head before taking him deep into my throat. Karen starts to squirt all over Michael's face from all the stimulation. Michael gives my ass a smack before spreading her ass cheeks and runs his tongue around my black hole before inserting a finger. She moans in pleasure.

This total stranger reaches into the top of Karen's corset and pinches her nipples. Michael continues to finger fuck her ass while sucking and licking her clit. Michael stands to take off his pants, enters her and then thrusts deep. She is caught off guard but can feel herself on the verge of cumming again..Then as if to compact her into a smaller form of herself Michael and the stranger thrusts into her at the same time forcing her to take the dick in both holes. She was glad she had little to no gag reflex. Slowly in, out and in and out. She lets out a soft moan, mouth never leaving the strangers dick, as she reaches the pinnacle again, then climaxes. Michael begins licking my black hole again with his tongue as she catches her breath and strokes the man in front of her.

Then Michael eases his dick back into her wetness and puts a finger in her ass stretching it out little by little till another finger fits and then another. I am overwhelmed with the feeling of two men but continues her head game on the thick chocolate rod in front of her. She feels him ease his dick out and slowly enter her now slightly stretched hole. She let out a whimper of pleasure that only turns into a deep moan that can't be heard because of the dick in her mouth. The stranger grabs her head and thrust deeper into her mouth, grunts and unloads his seed deep into her throat. As he walks away, through cum stained face and ecstasy filled eyes, she sees another man at the door who caught a glimpse of what was happening as the stranger walks out.

Karen beckons him with a single finger and he enters the room. Michael picks her up, as the new stranger takes off his pants, rolls on a condom and lays on the couch. Michael put her down and straddles the stranger before sliding down his dick. It's not as big as Michael's but still feels good. Michael slide into her from behind and Karen begins to work both dicks. The door cracks and again another man walks into the room with sex filled eyes and dick in hand. She grabs his erect dick and takes him in her mouth. The stranger on the couch doesn't last long, he grab her hips, pulls her close as he cums hard. He release her, she eases off his dick, legs wobbly but Michael holds her steady as the new man sits. She has been cumming, sucking and squirting for what feels like hours.

Michael goes and sits on the chair across from the couch and watches as the stranger rolls on a condom and she sits on him reverse cowgirl so that she can watch Michael as he watches her. His dick feels good as she rides him slow, up, down, back, forth. His dick deep, eyes glazed as she stares deep into Michael's eyes as he rubs his erection. She can feel the orgasm stirring, deeper, harder, faster she rides. Her soft moans now becoming loud as reaches her climax. Never taking her eyes off Michael she rubs her clit and squirts all over the strangers dick, taking him over the edge. He grabs her hips and thrusts a few more times before he busts. He rises and leaves the room. Catching her breath she bites her bottom lip as her eyes plead with Michael to fuck her. He sees how bad she wants to be fucked. His dick gets harder as he eases forward and slides deep into her.

He thrusts harder and harder. Her body going numb and she's getting light headed. All she can do is clench his back with her nails and can't seem to let go. He works her, grinding his hips going deeper, slower, faster, in, out. Long deep strokes as she give back everything he is giving. Another storm is brewing deep inside her belly. She can feel another orgasm. She grabs his hips, pulls him deeper and takes everything he is throwing. She starts to scream as her orgasm takes her over the edge. He rocks back and watches as her pussy squirts all over his dick as he continues to slide in, out, faster, slower. Michael lets out a guttural moan as he reaches his peak. Harder, harder, faster, faster he pins her knees to her ears as he thrusts deeply once more and spirals into a world of pure sweet ecstasy.

As they lay in each other's arms spent from a night filled with sex and more sexual fantasies then they planned. He kisses her on her forehead and asks, "Did you have a good time." Still trying to catch her breath and she says, "yes." Staring into the ceiling she is now glad that she decided to let that freaky, kinky chick out.

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 I've met a few guys who were good to fuck for and extended length of time. Some came over and over again. Some pre came tremendously. You'd notice a few of these guys as overtimers just by looking at them. One extended top I met online, wasn't obvious about his endurance when you first saw him.

To respect privacy, let's call my new found buddy Jason. He said that he'd be getting to his place 3:30 after bidding his sister. He had asked for me to show up fresh inside, so while my standard practice cleans me out, I spent more time freshening up.

Jason called me while I was in the shower to let me know he got home early and was ready to fuck as soon as I got there. A part of me was excited about this goal, I haven't had sex in a year, and hadn't been with a guy on top for years. My inner skeptic didn't believe any of this was true.

I drove 20 minutes out of town to find Jason's farm house. This rural atmosphere turned me on as it brought back my younger days of fucking in empty barns in the southern California high desert. My ass twitched in the jockstrap I wore under my nylon golf shorts when I came up to Jason with his ready to fuck attitude.

His 5'11" frame looked built from his physical labor at his place, and when he grabbed my ass through my shorts with his index finger on my hole, I joined his plans and mentioned I was there to use my ass to get his cock feeling fantastic. He liked my built hairy legs and loved my hairy ass when I took my shorts off, hanging in the black jockstrap that I asked to wear while he plowed my rear.

Jason got out of his shorts too, letting his cock spring up 8 inches. It was cut and chiseled thick. While he wiggled one then two then three fingers in my fresh lubed cleaned hole I bent over and licked the sweat off his dick. Jason had asked if I wanted him to shower when I first got to his place but I had told him not to worry, that I actually like how his unshowered body tastes.

I got on my knees and slurped his cock that bounced getting a little harder and longer each time. After Jason let me have a taste, he picked me up and moved my ass on to his fuck bed that had been setup for the perfect height. I followed his lead and I other my knees on the edge with my spread ass in the air with me on all fours as Jason squirted lotion on my hole and worked the head of his dick pressed ready to plow in.

My sprinter quivered as Jason slid the length of his cock all the way inside my second sphincter. The lotion as thick and mildly irritating at first, but my worries that I couldn't taste his cum inside my ass stopped as his filled me up with far more precum.

When Jason allowed me to blow him in between fucking, I couldn't taste any lotion because of the massive amount of juice his dick was getting me wet with. He'd go through slow slides, then hole popping with the head of his dick, on to hits from every direction, and while he asked me if I was alright he'd bang my rear from outside all the way in.

I'd moan, squeal, sound off my pleasure, and hold tight with me head in a pillow to keep my shrieks quit. I'd often pull my knees back together after his banging had knocked me down. Sometimes, when he poked my hole i would pull up into him, and pop my ass up for his cock.

As his continuous plowing continued, night hot fucked stupid losing track of 15, 30, 45 minutes even an hour of pure extreme pleasure that pushed me past what I could handle before, no longer pulling away.

Jason would tweak my nipples, grab and rub then slap my ass. He'd work his fingers in my jockstrap pouch to find my dick asleep after I had wacked off before I came to Jason's place.

I could feel Jason's juice filling me up, before he actually came. His precum had my ass more wet than loads I had taken before. Jason asked if I wanted him to cum or keep fucking. I was amazed at his stamina and didn't want to stretch his awesome ability to far, so I told him that I'd love to get full of his cum.

His rhythm changed a bit, got harder and deeper while his cock got the biggest I had felt so far. I could feel my butt getting more wet, then I heard Jason started to groan. This turned to louder moaning as he cock his cock to another wall in my ass. I could feel his cum stretch that wall as I overfilled with even more of his juice.

Damn, he had my ass wet. He offered me a towel, but I wanted his juice to go home with me so I put compression short over my jockstrap to capture all the cum my ass crack was full of and my hole leaked out. In my face later is where Jason's seed ended up.

On my way out, I asked Jason if we could fuck again sometime soon. He said he'd like to when his schedule allows. I can't wait to work his cock again!

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 The clock hit 5 pm, and Kevin sighed triumphantly.

His second week here had been especially busy, with the entire office stressed due to a series of projects commissioned by the upper echelons of management. The boss, Eric, usually a calm and relaxed type, was perhaps the most stressed of them all.

All those projects had been completed, and now it seemed that the office would return to the normal pace that Kevin had observed during his first few days.

"Can I get everyone's attention for a moment?" came a voice from behind him.

He glanced around to see Eric emerging from his office. The boss was wearing a wan smile, with faint bags under his eyes and sweat marks marring the armpits of his button-down.

"I just want to say that this past week has been busy and a bit stressful, but thanks to all of you, it went by smoothly. Shout out to Kevin, who handled everything we threw at him. I think it's safe to say you're one of us now."

A smattering of chuckles followed the wry joke, a polite smile and nod his own reaction.

"But you've all done great, seriously. Rocked it, as usual. So, now it's quitting time, and I hope you all have great nights and weekends. See you on Monday."

Kevin joined the chorus of responses, the employees bustling about now, gathering their belongings. Eric slipped back inside his office, keeping the door open as he sat down at his desk to peer at something on his computer.

"Hey, Kev," called Sean, "you coming to Sally's for happy hour?"

"Yeah, just let me get my things."

Sean nodded, already ready himself.

It only took a minute for Kevin to get set to leave, and quickly the duo was headed for the exit, other employees going the same way.

The door to the main office opened as they approached, and a beautiful woman slunk through.

Wearing a simple black dress, showing off toned legs and admirable cleavage, she was a picture of effortless allure. As she passed them, they were graced with a nod and a small smile.

"Who is that?" he murmured to Sean, glancing back, his eyes fixed to her shapely rump.

Sean chuckled.

"That's Lisa, Eric's wife. She drops by sometimes, so they can fuck in his office after everyone leaves."

"He's one lucky man."

Sean chuckled again.

"Yes, he is."

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The office door was locked, the blinds closed to keep any prying eyes out. Sounds of aggressive sex filled the room, the force of rough thrusts shaking the desk, items falling off to clatter to the floor.

"You like that?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop..."

Eric groaned, bent over his own desk as Lisa fucked him in the ass, her strap-on screwing through his innards. His cock was achingly hard, pre-cum dripping down to the floor.

A sharp slap rang out, Lisa bringing her palm down against one of the cheeks of his ass. He yelped, pushing back at her, receiving a series of subsequent spanks. Her treatment reddened his flesh.

"You've had a stressful week, huh, babe?"

"Mm-hmm..."

"Leave it to me. I'll take care of you."

The thrusts upped in pace and force, his wife pounding into him with gusto. His knuckles were white from how tightly he was clutching at the edge of the desk, holding on for dear life, juddered by her strong efforts.

As she kept up the anal onslaught, her other hand, the one not currently slapping at his ass, slid up the back of his sweat-soaked shirt, and reached around to grab his tie. Deftly, keeping up the rhythm, she worked it around until it was resting on his shoulder. One backwards yank, and he cried out, his head wrenched up, his hands scrabbling at the desk now.

Lisa rode his ass viciously, using his tie as a makeshift rein, slapping all the while at his ass. Her dress was cast off, on the floor, bra and panties similarly strewn about, the glory of her fit frame on full display.

It had indeed been a stressful week for him.

His position in the company was undeniably important, and while he usually managed it all with aplomb, occasionally the stresses of the job got the better of him.

In those times, it was her wifely duty to help him ease that stress.

The hand that had been slapping at his ass moved to grip tightly to his hip. There was no predictability to the way she yanked back at his tie, mindful of keeping him off-balance, the weak sputters that were his reaction quite delightful sounds. She glanced down, seeing the cheeks of his ass shake as her hips slammed into him, sending the strap-on deep into his guts.

His strained grunts made her chuckle, the thrusts relentless, the built-in clit stimulator working wonders, a series of shudders breaking out over her. This was a psychological pleasure as well as physical, taking him so roughly in his office. It was where he was the boss, respected and talented, highest on the totem pole of power. His employees likely knew why she visited him but did not know the true dynamic in these moments, the boss become submissive, the perfectly feminine wife using a phallic facsimile to claim his ass.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" she purred, yanking back at his tie.

He struggled to speak from the forceful pace and the pull around his neck, each attempt morphing into a soft gasp. It was an unnecessary question since she could tell that he wanted it as hard as she could give it. But she enjoyed the way that he whined while trying to respond, as if afraid that no answer would lead to this stopping, his desperation evidence by itself of just how stressful this past week had been for him.

Laughing at his pitiful attempts, she leaned forward, smothering her breasts against his back, her hips still pumping, churning through his bowels. The sweaty shirt rubbed deliciously against her rigid nipples. Her mouth found his ear, and she nibbled on the lobe, murmuring to him, telling him how much she enjoyed fucking him.

This salacious arrangement had started nearly a year ago.

Seeking to spice up their love life, the couple had tried pegging.

Both had quickly come to enjoy it, Eric taking her efforts with an eager dedication, Lisa giving him every ounce of her strength and stamina. As they began to incorporate it into their sex life, they had discovered that he had a definite submissive side, and she a dominant side. And although not every pegging session included such a dynamic, whenever he needed some relief from the stresses of his job, she was happy to flex her proverbial and literal muscles, putting him in a place of obedience and subservience, a place where all he had to worry about was pleasing her, a place where all the control rested in someone else's hands.

And he was currently in that place, comfortable there, squirming on the desk. Her mouth slid down to his neck, sucking and nipping, occasionally possessively, Lisa hoping to leave a mark. The employees would easily notice, and know that she had left it, but would not know the full story.

As she continued to pump deep into his ass, her free hand slid from his hip, seeking out his cock.

It was hard and raring, leaking sticky streams of pre-cum.

She closed her hand around it, hearing him moan in response, pushing mindlessly back at her.

Quickly, a pace was set, wet strokes up and down. It was easy to tell from the way his moans grew louder and lewder that he was close to a messy finish.

"That's it, cum for me, come on babe, do it..."

He grunted, his hands gripping at the edge of the desk. A series of powerful throbs ran through his cock, pulsing against her palm, heralding the oncoming load, her strokes speeding up to coax it out.

"Do it, cum for me, come on, come on..."

One last throb rolled through the straining shaft; sensing the imminent eruption, she slid her hand down underneath the head.

A drawn-out groan spilled from him as his orgasm struck.

Hard spurts rocketed out into her cupped palm. She cooed in his ear, still pumping her hips, the load quickly overfilling her hand, the last spurts topping off the pool of semen, trickles escaping to drip off onto the floor.

Euphoric shudders ran through him, the tail end of his orgasm providing one last wave of ecstasy. The hand holding his tie yanked his head back via that grip, to meet the other hand, cum now trickling sluggishly down her wrist, a small, creamy puddle resting in her palm.

"Clean me off," she ordered, letting go of his tie, finally stopping her thrusts.

With no hesitation, he leaned forward, suckling at the offered hand, groaning as the taste of his own spunk coated his tongue. The puddle in her palm was drawn into his mouth by his breathless licking, the off-white remnants sticking obscenely to his lips, giving them a dull sheen. The wet slurps made her purr, desire easily readable in his eyes. He was thorough in his obedience, taking his time in lapping at her hand, running his tongue in between each finger, moaning as he licked back down to her wrist, the trail of spunk no match for his enthusiasm.

"Good boy," she crooned, kissing at his neck, feeling him nuzzle back in response.

Post-climax, he sighed happily, his fingers easing up at the edge of the desk.

"We're not done yet," she told him, seeing the new spark of lust appear instantly in his eyes.

Rising back off him, she ran her hands along his back, sliding underneath the shirt to stroke at his flesh. Her hips had stopped with the strap-on halfway inside him. With one steady push, it filled him back up again, shoving deep into his innards. He groaned softly, grinding back at the length of plastic.

"Work your ass back against me," she ordered.

His hips began to rock backwards immediately. She chuckled, watching intently as he drove himself against the fake cock, grunting from the sensation of the plastic inches churning through his insides. The flesh of his ass lured her fingers, red-colored nails digging into the cheeks. A shudder ran through his body as he kept up the self-impalement.

"Harder," she urged.

A loud, consistent smacking sound rang out as his pace upped in response. He groaned, head hung low, hands flat against the top of the desk, using that position to push more desperately. The sight of that ass bouncing was exquisite, the flesh rippling from each impact. That insistent backwards movement kept the clit stimulator rubbing against the sensitive bud. Her own orgasm built, unfurling slowly into what would surely be a wonderful crescendo. As the pleasure rose, she gripped tightly at his ass, drawing a lustful sigh from him. She was unmoving, keeping the strap-on pointed forward so that he could skewer himself on it again and again.

"Yeah, that's it, babe, just like that, work that ass back on it..."

By now, all the items that had been on his desk were on the floor, some placed carefully there, others swept off in the first moments of their session, the rest falling due to the constant juddering that their insistently clashing bodies created. His pace increased, breathless gasps coming from him in droves.

The swell of sensations rose, thrills provoking shudders all over her, his feverish rhythm unrelenting. As her climax beckoned, she clutched at his ass, drawing it back towards her, helping him take every inch. Her muscles tensed, the pleasure reaching the breaking point.

And then the orgasm struck her, radiating out sheer bliss all over every inch of her body. She groaned, the ecstasy intense, her pussy drenching itself in her juices. Still caught up in his obedience, Eric mashed himself back against the strap-on. The continued impacts kept the clit stimulator doing its job very well, but she found herself overwhelmed quickly, the incessant sensations too good, too sharp, making her shudder uncontrollably. Her hips drew back, bringing the plastic length halfway out. He peeked over his shoulder, stopping in mid-motion, understanding from the look on her face that she was currently caught up in a powerful climax.

The orgasmic waves washed over her quickly, leaving her body unwinding on the way down from the ecstatic heights. She glanced down at her husband, seeing how he was staying in place, his head hung, his ass up and impaled partially on the strap-on.

A small smile crept across her mouth at the sight.

It had not escaped her notice that he enjoyed accessing his submissive side very much. The more often they indulged in these sessions, the more she saw that side come out, and in fact increase, her husband looking to her and waiting for direction more before acting.

Her hands squeezed at his hips. The response was a husky sigh and those hips stirring unconsciously.

"It's been a hard week, huh?" she purred to him.

He nodded, whining with desire.

Any stressful week that he had these days was usually ended with one of these bouts of fierce pegging. But this past week had been particularly difficult for him, so it stood to reason that he would want more this time around. And if he wanted more, it was her wifely duty to give him just that.

She thrust suddenly, driving the rest of the strap-on back through his clasping asshole.

A surprised cry broke through the silence in the office, her husband forced forward by the rough motion. Not wanting to give him time to adjust, she started up a rhythm, pumping deep into his bowels, watching while he squirmed on the desk. The sound of repeated flesh-on-flesh contact rang out, complemented by his continued cries, melting into weak moans as she continued to rut into his presented ass.

Her hands slid up his tensing back, assuming an assertive grip on his shoulders. She took advantage of the added leverage to make her thrusts harder and stronger, rocking him with a spirited effort, laughing at how he wailed. The clit stimulator began to work its magic again, sending thrilling sensations out over her body.

Just as his submissiveness kicked up a notch each time she pegged him, she had also noticed that her stamina increased. The first time, she had not lasted long, but every time since she had gotten progressively more able to exert herself for a little while more. And although even now her muscles were starting to feel the strain, rivulets of sweat trickling down her frame, she resolved to keep going, to test her stamina yet again and extend it further for the next time.

It was of course, an entirely altruistic and selfless motivation.

One of her hands took a fistful of his hair and yanked back. He grunted meekly, his head bent back towards her. Another yank brought his mouth against hers in a rough kiss. The resultant moan from him was muffled by her lips, their tongues tangling quickly. Caught up in the mindless passion, her husband nuzzled against her, one hand splayed on the desk for additional balance, the other thrown back onto one of her thighs.

She broke their kiss to nip at his neck. Her other arm slid across his chest to bring him closer, secure in her embrace, juddered by her still pumping hips.

Her lips dragged up to his earlobe, trapping it between her teeth, feeling him quiver at the light and playful stimulation. The wet material of his shirt, inundated with his sweat, rubbed delightfully at her hard nipples, swirling with the continued rubbing against her clit from the stimulator built into the strap-on. The hand that had been twined in his hair moved, acting on a hunch, and dipped down his figure to wrap around his cock, surging again.

"Are you hard again?" she murmured softly into his ear.

"Uh-huh," he whined, nuzzling back mindlessly into her embrace.

"You really love it when I fuck your ass, huh?"

"Uh-huh...so much...you fuck me so good."

She giggled at his wide-eyed adoration.

"If only your employees could see you now. I'm sure some of the guys would trade places with you just to get a chance to fuck me...I wonder how they'd feel if they knew our little arrangement."

He groaned, her hand coaxing his cock back towards its full length.

"Maybe one day I'll come in earlier and fuck you in here with the door wide open. See how your employees react. I'd just bend you over the desk; they'd probably pretend not to watch. Judging you while they imagine being you. Wondering how good it must be if the boss is so eager for it."

She kissed affectionately at his neck. At the feeling of her lips, he canted his head to the side, exposing more flesh, her mouth trailing along the vulnerable swath, sucking and nipping.

"Or maybe I'll take you over the hood of your car, fuck you in the parking lot first thing in the morning, let everyone coming in get a good look at me riding your ass. How's that sound?"

His mindless whine made her giggle again.

She had learned that she could say anything to him in these moments, and he would react in such a way. Admittedly, she did not know if he was actually listening to the specific words, or if he was just reacting to the sound of her voice. Given how submissive he could be, perhaps he did enjoy the idea of her taking him front of his subordinates, letting them see his other side.

Her hand stroked along his cock, feeling it pulse, straining in her grip. Kissing again at his neck, she coordinated between that hand and the strap-on, making sure that the former was wrapped around the base of his shaft each time the latter was lodged entirely through his clasping asshole. The combination drove up his pleasure relentlessly. His moans fell constantly, her name mixed in there.

Ordinarily, his refractory period was at least an hour. But she had found out that her furious thrusts striking deep again and again, crashing right against his prostate, would trigger another orgasm very soon after the previous.

She kept up the assault, relishing every little sound that he made, the breathless gasps, the hoarse moans, the excited squeals. Her hand worked just as diligently, driving him closer to a second climax, just as another one beckoned for her.

Wanting to stave off hers for now, she slammed deep into his innards, holding herself there, jerking quicker along his cock.

His second orgasm burst forth, splattering onto the desk, a few stray strands catching her hand. Making sure that he had plenty of stimulation throughout the ecstasy, she rotated her hips, putting pressure on his prostate, smirking at the overwhelmed moans that spilled from him. Her hand kept up the strokes, milking him for every drop of semen.

When he was finished, there was a glaze across her fingers, and a small puddle on the desk.

The first mess was cleaned up when she teased those fingers against his lips. He licked and lapped at them, slurping up the cooling spunk, swallowing with loud and shameless gulps, shuddering as the musky flavor dominated his taste buds.

The second mess was dealt with when she dragged him away from the desk with a quick pull on his hips, and then pushed his head down towards the puddle.

He understood immediately what she wanted and ran his tongue across the semen-slicked wood. Another set of shudders ran through him from more of his own essence sliding down his throat to settle in his belly. It was quite the naughty sight to witness the boss licking his own spunk off what was essentially his seat of power. She kept his head down, making sure that he cleaned up every bit of what he had spurted forth, only relenting once the clinging semen was replaced by the shine of his saliva.

Her own climax had been put on hold, but now that he was basking in the afterglow of his second orgasm, it was time to resume the drive to ecstasy.

She pulled back, shaking her head in bemusement at his despairing whimper, and then turned that whimper into a moan with a deep thrust. The rhythm picked up again, her hips pumping steadily. The cheeks of his ass bounced hypnotically, drawing her attention, the hand that had been holding his head down now moving to land repeated spanks on the jiggling flesh. Each one made him squeal lustfully, those noises in turn provoking more of those treatment.

 

The pleasure again began to build. Her muscles tensed as she put all her remaining strength into fucking him. The sweat trickled down both of their bodies, creating a musky mix of scent. Her pussy was drenched with liquid arousal, the wetness provoked by the experience of once more sodomizing her husband.

The climb to climax made her hips buck harder, upping the pace, sending that strap-on to the base into his bowels. He moaned lewdly, his asshole clutching to the plunging plastic. Her hands now both gripped at his hips, squeezing hard, letting her drive forward with less and less restraint. The long and deep strokes became sloppier as the pleasure rose to orgasm, the rhythm falling apart, just rough jabs into his guts, the clit stimulator mashing into that sensitive bud to finally trigger the climax.

She cried out, her pussy seizing wetly, the pace stopping entirely. Body-wide shudders wracked her, accompanied by the fiery sensations. This time, he stayed still, peeking back over his shoulder to watch her as she luxuriated in the thrills.

The cry that she had loosed calmed down into heavy breathing, which became soft purrs as she stumbled back, the strap-on sliding from his insides, that distended asshole twitching weakly. Luckily, his desk chair was right behind her, letting her drop into the padded leather with a long, drawn-out sigh. The afterglow suffused her with a formidable warmth.

Before her, he remained unmoving, still waiting for instruction.

Lisa took a few more moments to relax, lounging in his chair, watching as his asshole began the process of closing back up.

"Hey," she called out after those moments, leaning forward to land a slap on his ass, "we're not done yet, come here to clean it."

With an obedient coo, he turned smoothly, dropping to his knees before her. Her eyes fixed on him as he closed a hand around the length of plastic and leaned forward over it. The strap-on was treated to the affections of his wet mouth, sliding up and down the shaft to clean his own flavor off, slurping enthusiastically here and there where it was strongest. The tip of the head was the focal point of that service, her husband drawing it between his lips, sucking happily at the fake cock, glancing up to watch her watching him.

"Yeah, that's good, make sure it's nice and clean..."

Under that gaze, he cleaned off the strap-on, going from tip to base and back again several times, doing his best to make sure that her command was carried out. One of her hands landed on his head, stroking at his hair.

"Good job," she purred, watching as he nuzzled against the agent of his own subjugation.

His eyes again found hers, taking a few moments to slide down her front, gazing at her round breasts, covered in a sheen of sweat. There was an unspoken desire in those eyes at that sight, so she nodded meaningfully, giggling as he leapt to his feet, leaning forward to kiss and suck at her chest, supping on her musk. That mouth slid its way quickly up along her collarbone, leaving light pecks at her neck on the path to her mouth, meeting it in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, cradling him closer.

Husband and wife stayed that way for a little while longer. Their lips were locked, their bodies squirming together, his cock rubbing against the strap-on.

She leaned back, breaking their kiss to stare into his eyes.

"You really needed that, huh?"

He nodded, a slight smile quirking the edge of his mouth.

"Yeah, I did. Thank you."

Her own smile appeared to match his.

"Anytime, babe."

E

 Now, I didn't normally date men younger than I but when you're a twenty-four years old unwed mother, good dates are scarce. On top of that, I got knocked up so young that I never attended a college prom -- like never - and when twenty-two year old Tom asked me to go to his senior prom, I accepted. Tom was a shy, quiet boy who worked as a bundle boy at my cash register in the supermarket.

My mother was thrilled to learn that I had a date with a college boy and I was thrilled to be attending a college prom. Mom agreed to tend my two-year-old child overnight.

I wore the same light blue strapless gown that I had worn to my high school prom six years earlier. A new petticoat restored its fullness. Tom bought me a beautiful orchid wrist corsage. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a red cummerbund. We took pictures that I still cherish..

The evening was wonderful. Two bands kept us dancing until midnight. After the prom, six of us - three couples - went to a Chinese restaurant in Central City's Chinatown. It was my first trip to Central City at night and my first time to eat at a Chinese restaurant, ever. Although the youngest member of our party was my twenty-two year old date, none of us had more than one drink. In retrospect, budget constraints.

It was during the after dinner conversation in the ladies room that the other two women, and I learned that all of our three men were virgins. None of us were virgin, but our men were. While there in the ladies room, we pledged to "un-virgin" them..

The other two couples drive home together. I never met any of them again. Tom and I drove home alone.

On a quiet stretch of road I said, "Will you stop the car so I can get out and pee."

The use of the word "pee" startled him such that I had to repeat the request.

He stopped the car. I told him not to peek. I got out of the car, walked behind it, lifted my gown, lowered my panties, and peed in the street. No passing car came by to embarrass me.

When I got back in the car, I asked him if he had peeked. He said, "No." I believe him. He was so shy.

A short distance later he asked, "Can we stop somewhere and talk?"

I knew he wasn't looking for conversation but I wanted his night to be as memorable as mine and I remembered my pledge to the other girls. I had no doubt in my mind that I could change his status as a virgin.

"There is plenty of privacy in the far end of my driveway," I told him. We ultimately parked under a tree in my backyard.

Thinking of my personal comfort while he fucked me, I said, "There's more room to sit and chat in the back seat." Quickly we were in the back seat.

"May I have a kiss," he asked.

I gave him a hug and a kiss. We sat back.

The scarf I had worn to cover my shoulders became tangled in my arms. I draped it over the front seat.

He leaned towards me for another kiss. As he put his arms around me his hand landed "accidently" on my breast. I pretended not to notice.

We kissed a little more heavily. His hand explored my bare chest above my gown. His fingers dawdled at the top of my strapless gown.

"You can pull lit down," I whispered as I took a breath between kisses.

I was bare breasted before we finished the next kiss.

He leaned back and looked at my breasts. "I've never seen a woman's tits before."

"Haven't you ever felt up a girl's tits," I asked.

"The girl I dated last year let me feel her up under her blouse but she never let me see them."

"Did she let you do anything else?"

"She let me feel her stomach and the hair she had in her panties."

"What else did she let you do?"

"She let me put my fingers in the hole between her legs."

"Did you play with her clit?"

"What's a clit?"

"It's a little button in the front part of a girl's pussy that excites her."

I could tell he was shocked by my use of the word "pussy."

Without any further ado, I stripped naked. I was going to give this naïve collegian a lesson in female anatomy.

"It's okay. You can look. You won't be struck blind," I assured him.

"Wow. You're pretty," he said.

I guided his hand to my crotch. "Put two of your finger inside me," I told him.

He did.

"Now feel around with your thumb. Do you feel that bump? That's my clit. Use your thumb to flick it around; to stimulate it."

He kissed me ardently while he played with my clit. I think I was more excited that I taught him something than I was with the way he played with it.

"Go in and out with your fingers while you play with my clit. Let your fingers explore my insides," I whispered in his ear.

I took his hard-on out of his pants while he played in my pussy. He didn't resist. I guided his dick towards my opening. He resisted gently.

His fingers left my vagina and caressed the runway between it and my anus. When he reached my asshole, his moist finger circled it over and over. It was tantalizing. No one had ever played with my asshole, especially like that. I was ready to scream when he finally entered it. Instead, I gave him a hard kiss and hug.

It was then I felt his cum spilling onto my pussy. He came before I could get him into me. I failed in my mission to un-virgin him.

We drifted off to sleep. It was daylight before we awoke. We had slept the night through. When he awoke, he said, "Oh, my mother will kill me. I was supposed to be home by two AM." The fright he felt of his mother had him almost in tears. He left for home. I went into the house.

Monday, at the supermarket, the head cashier introduced me to a new bundle boy. When I asked where Tom was my boss answered, "He quit last Friday. He's going in the army."

I haven't heard from or about Tom in the thirty years since that memorable evening.

D

 I looked at Holly. "Now that we're both 18..."

She gave me a smile. "After the prom, Dan."

"Where?"

"My mom's house."

"Just out of curiosity, why there?"

"She wants to supervise."

"Just because we're both virgins doesn't mean --"

"I think it's more her being a helicopter mom. Once she's convinced that you know how to take my needs into account, she'll relax."

I pulled my girlfriend of four years tightly against me and chastely kissed her cheek. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a very firm hug.

"I think she knows me better than my own parents do, given how much time I've spent with you since meeting you."

Holly's eyes smiled at me. "That was the first day of freshman year. We were put in the same English class."

"And I couldn't tear my eyes away from the willowy blonde. Back then you didn't have much chest."

"Now I have C-cups. You were so awkward trying to even speak to me."

"Thankfully, you were OK with it, and eventually I managed to not stammer around you."

"That's one of the things Mom likes about you. You're still kind of shy around me, and you let me set the pace."

"You're still so beautiful, Holly, that I can't believe I've won your heart."

"You flatterer, Dan. You're good-looking yourself." I blushed. "Almost as tall as I am, toned without being muscle-bound, very handsome face, and I love your short brown hair."

She ran a hand through it, making me shiver. I was in fact almost as tall as my six-foot-one girlfriend, who weighed, in spite of her C-cups and not-totally-flat butt, just 147 pounds. My five-foot-ten frame had enough muscles on it to make me weigh 168. Neither Holly or I had any excess fat.

"I'm the luckiest high school senior in town," I grinned, kissing Holly's cheek again. "And I'm looking forward to making you very happy after the prom."

"That's one of the things I like most about you, Dan. Always making sure Holly's needs are taken into account. I couldn't ask for a more considerate boyfriend for my daughter."

I blushed deeply.

"Before you ask, I heard *all* of your conversation just now."

I blushed even more deeply. "I hope --"

"You didn't say a word out of place, Dan. Relax. Now I suggest you two love birds go back to my house with me and study. You're both so close to escaping high school and it would be a shame to stumble at the finish line."

Holly and I passed our exams easily, getting the results the night before prom. Now we really had something to celebrate.

"You look stunning, Holly."

Her elegant blue dress showed off her lean, tall figure without being the slightest bit slutty. I'd never felt more in love with her.

"You look very nice, Dan."

I didn't have to rent a tux, as my father had had something suitable. He and I were just about the same size. It was in fact what he had worn to his senior prom. The girl who would become my mother and who had been dating Dad for three years had thought he looked stunning in it. 23 years later, they were still a happy couple.

"You two have fun dancing."

"We will, Miss Greene."

"I'll be fine, Mom."

The music started off with a few fast songs, and Holly and I twirled our way through them. Then came the slower, more romantic stuff. Slow-dancing wasn't what I was as good at, but I didn't embarrass myself. And having Holly so close was certainly not something to complain about. We kissed several times.

Around 9:30, we headed back to her mom's house.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Yes, we did."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, we are."

Holly's mom took up a supervisory position in the corner of Holly's room, while Holly and I slowly and carefully removed our clothes and hung them up. Holly's bra and panties, and my boxers, ended up on the floor. We climbed onto Holly's bed and started by holding each other.

"Kiss me, Dan."

I placed my lips against Holly's, and after a moment, we allowed our tongues to probe each other's mouths.

"Mmmmmm."

We broke the lip-lock, and I carefully kissed my way to Holly's neck. When I tentatively nibbled at her flesh, she shivered. I felt Holly's arms wrap around me, and I continued to nuzzle and kiss at the boundary between her neck and shoulder.

After a minute or two, Holly moved my head. "I think you should try kissing my chest."

I slowly traced a zigzag pattern with my lips from her neck to her upper chest. and Holly's soft purrs indicated that I was keeping her happy.

"Trail your tongue gently through her cleavage."

I had almost forgotten that Holly's mom was still present. I did exactly as she instructed. Holly's breathing seemed to deepen.

"Now kiss your way slowly up her breasts."

I lifted one of Holly's globes and kissed my way in a helix from the base to the nipple, then treated her other breast the same way. Without being prompted, I then placed my lips over Holly's nipple and extended my tongue to touch the tip.

"Mmmmm," Holly murmured. "Keep going."

I suckled with more intensity. Holly's arms secured my head against her chest. I wrapped my own arms around my loving girlfriend and placed them on her butt, very softly groping her. I made sure to switch back and forth between her nipples.

After a few minutes of that, I disengaged my mouth and rotated my body 180 degrees. I kissed and caressed Holly's calves, while she did the same for me.

We slid our bodies a bit so we could kiss each other's thighs. We were both kind of lying on our sides as we did so. Holly lifted her leg and placed it over my neck, giving her a scissors grip.

"Be careful not to crush his neck."

"Okay, Mom."

As I carefully kissed and caressed Holly's perfect thighs, her body began shivering. I could feel the little pulses of pleasure shooting through her skin. And she was having the same effect on me.

We shifted position again, and Holly half rolled over, leaving me underneath her. Her slit pressed against my lips. I ran my tongue along it, tasting her.

"Mmmmm."

One of her hands was stroking my pole. I gasped slightly. Her other hand was teasing my balls.

I touched my tongue to her clit. She let out a lustful cry and pressed down more firmly,. My tongue found its way between her folds and I began licking, tasting her juice directly from the source.

Holly moaned and her body trembled as I continued to tongue her. I felt her lean forward. Then her tongue flickered over the head of my rod, and I was in heaven.

I drove my own tongue deeper inside Holly. "Don't stop, Dan..."

I sped my tongue up and Holly's mouth took in the top third of my pole. Between her tongue and the movement of her hands, stimulating my shaft and balls, I was getting very turned on.

I kept working her, and her legs tightened around my head. A gusher of warm fluid squirted onto my face. I gulped down what I could and licked up as much as possible off her skin as she trembled violently.

Holly, after a moment, regained control of her body. She lifted herself up and gave me a soft smile. "I got the five-year shot last month."

"Does that mean...?"

"Exactly what you think it means."

With that, Holly slowly lowered her very wet box downwards onto my pecker. I was expecting some resistance, but there didn't seem to be any.

"She used one of my toys yesterday to break her hymen. That way this part will be pure pleasure."

Holly was very tight. I lay still and watched as she carefully finished lowering herself down, leaving my full length inside her.

"Lie still and let her set the pace."

I did exactly that, moving my hands to Holly's hips to help her keep her balance as she slid slowly up and down. Every time she slid down, her internal muscles would tighten around my pole. It felt incredible. My breath turned into a series of moans.

"Why don't you kiss my breasts?"

Holly leaned forward, and I secured a nipple in my mouth. She was moving faster now, her long legs locking around my hips. I felt my body starting to stiffen up.

"Go ahead and fill me up."

Holly's body was shuddering again as she rode me and I suckled her nipple. She used her internal muscles to try and actively milk my cock. When she climaxed, screaming loud enough to wake the dead in the process, I fely the cum surge through my shaft and start jetting into her. We both violently shuddered and then collapsed, Holly lying on top of me, as we tried to recover.

"Bravo. I don't think I'll need to supervise in the future." We looked at Holly's mom. One hand was between her legs. "But I might watch anyway."

Holly rolled off me, and the two of us waited a few more minutes before we decided to clean up in the shower...

I

 I always try my best not to dissatisfy or anger Daddy. I was in a really bad mood for some reason. He text me at lunch time to tell me he'd be home at six and I was to have dinner ready. I was to be kneeling in my usual spot when he got there.

Things didn't go as planned.

I was late to get dinner started so everything else fell out of line. I started to get nervous about not being ready but my mood quickly changed again.

I felt frustrated and lost. I didn't know why and it was pissing me off. It was quarter to 6 and dinner wasn't ready. I was a mess. I went into my room to remove my clothes so at least I'd be ready for him when he came in. I laid down on my bed for a minute. I was lost in thought.

I was startled and jumped off the bed when I heard my bedroom door slam open. Daddy was standing there. A stern angry look on his face, it terrified me.

I quickly tried to scurry to the kitchen to finish dinner but Daddy had already turned the stove off.

I walked towards the living room. He caught my arm and gripped it tightly. He led me to the middle of the floor.

I stood there with tears streaming down my face. I started to speak but Daddy stopped me. His anger was so clear on his face. He began to strip my clothes off. He piled them on the floor.

He wrapped his hand in my hair as he pushed me to my knees. He walked to his room and returned with handcuffs. He brought my arms behind me. I knelt as I sobbed quietly with my head down. I've angered Daddy and it hurt to see him like that.

He sat in his chair as he ignored me. He picked up his phone and ordered a pizza for dinner.

He walked into the kitchen to retrieve a beer and came back to sit in his chair. Being ignored by Daddy is the worst thing ever. It's been over a half hour now and I rested my head on my shoulder. The crying had worn me out.

The knock on the door startled me and I straightened my body back up. He rose from his chair and headed to the door to open it. The delivery guy handed him the pizza and he set it on the table. He told the guy to come in while he got the money out of his wallet.

He walked in and was surprised to see me as I knelt there with no clothes on. I would not dare try to cover myself and anger Daddy even more. He handed him the money and thanked him. He walked out as he looked back the entire time. Daddy let him in on purpose to embarrass me. He closed the door and sat down with the pizza. He ate and drank his beer.

Daddy always waited at least an hour before he began my punishment so he'd have time to calm down and think about what I deserve.

After he finished he got up and walked into the bedroom. Daddy's gone for about ten minutes before he came back in. He was holding the flogger in one hand and the crop in the other. I knew I had to take my punishment for displeasing him.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet. He removed the cuffs and took me to his bed. I climbed on the bed and positioned face down with my arms and legs stretched as far as they'd go.

Within seconds I felt the harsh sting of the crop, blow after blow across my backside. From my legs all the way up my neck, I felt the burn on my skin from it. I cried into the bed so the sound was muffled, I stayed as still as possible but my body trembled.

All I heard him say was "flip", I quickly turned my body to carefully position on my heated and painful backside. I turned my head to face away from him, my body spread out again. Quickly the leather made contact with my skin again and my tears slithered down my face.

Once daddy's satisfied with using the crop he set it down and sat beside me to give me a drink of water. He set the glass back down and guided me off the bed and stood me I placed my hands behind my head with my legs spread apart as far as I can.

Daddy picked up the flogger and started at my thighs, the blows harder than usual. My knees weakened but I stood tall as I felt the leather straps crash across my ass, my back. He moved around to the front of me and started at my breasts and worked his way down my body. The flogger whipped through the air and between my legs several times. I was in pain but also turned on. I couldn't let that show.

As I sobbed uncontrollably, knowing all to well that I deserved my punishment. Daddy means the world to me and I've disappointed him, that's the worst feeling in the world.

Once Daddy is was satisfied with my punishment he walked me into the bathroom and ran a cool bath and helped me into it. I soaked for a little bit and daddy walked me to his bed. He layed me down and applied salve to the welts on my body. No matter the punishment Daddy always took care of me after.

He left the room and came back with a glass of juice and some pizza for me, I took no time to finish it. When I was done he picked me up and carried me to my bed. I never get to sleep with Daddy after a punishment and that hurts more than the punishment itself. He set me down in bed and kissed my cheek.

I looked up at him, "thank you for my punishment Daddy."

He left the room and closed the door. I laid there thinking to myself that Daddy punishes me because he cares so deeply, if he didn't he wouldn't bother.

The next morning I woke and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast for him. Just as I finished he walked out and poured some coffee. He sat at the table as I gave him his food. I went to leave but he gripped my arm and pulled me into his lap.

His hands reached down between my legs. His fingers roamed and dipped into my pussy. He softly bit my neck as his fingers fucked me. He pulled them out and they glistened with my moisture.

I was gently pushed out of his lap and bent over the kitchen table. His hand wrapped through my hair yanking my head back. He guided his hard cock and with one thrust he was deep inside me.

I let out a muffled cry as daddy pounded away at me. His hand slid to my throat wrapping it around. His grip was tighter than usual. My moans echoed through the kitchen.

He thrust deep and let out a growl as I felt his juices drain inside me. His body collapsed on mine as he rested. After a minute he stood and turned me towards him. Daddy kissed me.

He raised my chin to look me in the eyes as he said, "don't ever disobey me again my little one!"

I replied, "I promise I won't daddy."

We all know that will never happen though. Some little girls like to be punished!

C

 I could see my boyfriend walking toward the gate on a hot sunny day after he had finished work. We were both planning on Playing video games for the afternoon and to relax in the air conditioning. Sitting on his balcony I was able to view his arrival while I was talking to his house mate as I waited for him to make his way through the security gates and up the stairs.

I heard his keys rustle and the screen door followed by the wooden door unlock and open. He came in and I saw him look at me with his always cheeky smile and adorable as fuck dimples. Still in his work clothes, a black button up shirt with a company logo on the pocket and a pair of blue jeans. I knew I was horny but I wanted to give us both time to play our games to not crowd each other. I have only just begun to stay at his place so wanting to ensure personal space is observed.

He joins me and his housemate on the balcony and we have a cigarette together. His housemate drew out one of his tailor made cigarettes as my boyfriend and I roll out own. His housemate had to excitedly show him a clip from a new anime he had been watching. My boyfriend was very keen to see this and they both gathered around the housemates phone to watch.

I left the two on the balcony and went inside and started to load steam. I wasn't sure what I wanted to play. I was still in chat windows with my friends when he entered his bedroom and lay in front of his computer. His bed is in direct view from where I am set up on the dining table. His computer is only ever in his room if he has been watching porn and too lazy to move it after. I did wonder what kind of porn he had been watching. It turns me on to hear what he enjoys and sometimes I will even watch the same kind of porn he does just for the inspiration.

He was laying there with the door open and loaded Adventure Communist. I passed through the bedroom to use the ensuite. While I was in there I heard the door close and the unmistakable sound of his jeans coming off. When I came out he was laying with a blanket over him and just playing the game with full focus toward the computer.

I decided to give him a cuddle. I wrapped my arm over him and was stroking his chest hair. Tangling my fingers through the curls as he was explaining what was going on in the game. My hands were then acting as though they were no longer a part of what ever my thought path was at the time and began to widen the areas I was stroking. Making my way up his chest and down his stomach. Eventually my hands found their way to the pubic line and to that line where the leg meets the hip. Tracing my fingers around I deliberately was avoiding the heat in his crotch. I could feel this intensifying though and while my hands begun this on their own, I was now making deliberate moves to tease the hell out of him.

The closer my hand drifted toward the unmistakable heat of his erection the more aroused I became. He rolled back to enjoy the teasing a little and I instructed him to roll back over and keep playing the game he was playing. He did as he was instructed for about 30 seconds and then turned around and kissed me. This was one of those kisses that ended with him biting my bottom lip firmly enough for my eyes to water. My eyes often water during sex with him and I have to say, I really enjoy it.

I continued to stroke him and my hand accidentally touched his hard cock. I looked at him and told him that it was not to occur yet but feeling that had made my clit throb a little. I pulled back as he watched me and removed my shirt. As my shirt came off he saw my exposed nipples and immediately attached on to bite them firmly, again my eyes watered but He is very aware of how much this turns me on. As he released I pulled back and quickly removed my skirt to reveal I was not wearing any underwear (pre-condition of entry to his bedroom is that I do not wear underwear).

I begin to rub my clit in front of his face and reach over to our toy drawer and pull out our favourite dildo. I press is against my hole and it just slides in with ease. It was hungry. As I begin fucking myself with it I moved my tongue over my boyfriends sensitive nipples and gave them a little bite. Using my tongue I begun to circle the path my hand had taken just before until finally slipping my tongue along his cock and firmly sucking the tip, ensuring to just flick underneath the foreskin where his head is the most sensitive. He flinched and moaned. I recoiled and glided my tongue just above his pubic hair and then along the line again where the leg and hip meet. I allowed my tongue to pass by his balls though and gave them a gentle suck on the way through as I made my way to the other side. He watching me also thrust the dildo in and out.

At this stage I begun to get very desperate and was wanting to fuck but I also wanted to tease the fuck out of him so I decided it was time for my mouth to give attention to his cock. I climbed between his lags crouched on my knees, allowing the dildo to stand straight up on the bed so I could rock myself on it as my mouth explored his cock.

My mouth wrapped around one of his balls and gently suckled, his moan as this happened ran through me and I rocked a little faster against the dildo and my mouth switched to the other. I didn't tease too long before I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock and slid my mouth over engulfing his entire length. Using my free hand I cupped his balls and gently fondled at them as my mouth raised to the tip. He continued moaning, with each movement on his cock my body was moving against the flesh coloured dildo. Using my tongue I pushed his foreskin back further, removed my hand from his balls and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. My hand now gently stroking the shaft and keeping the skin pulled back. My tongue went to work on the tip. Licking the underside of the tip and swirling around to the back, Using my tongue flat firmly licking. Each time I swirled around I felt his cock running along my lips and judging by his moans, this was turning him on. As excess amount of saliva helping the movements slip to easily.

I removed my hand and he begun to try to thrust into my mouth, usually he is in control but I pulled back. I advised him no. I proceeded to however push my mouth over his cock, I could feel as it was sliding partially into my throat. He moaned and fell backwards. At this stage I begun to bob up and down on his cock, pressing my tongue against the shaft, raising me head with each bob to be able to have my mouth firmly suck the tip and make it's way back down the shaft over and over.

I pulled back and told him "I want to fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Making my way back up his chest and nibbling at his nipples again I continued to fuck myself with the dildo as I made my way up. I kissed him and asked "Do you want to taste my nipples?" He eagerly agreed and I raised further up and pressed a breast to his willing mouth. He immediately wrapped his teeth around it and begun to flick it with his tongue. As I was still fucking myself my moans were becoming uncontrollably loud. He bit down a little more firmly and I squealed slightly. I was too horny to continue this and pulled the dildo out and pressed myself against his cock.

I was just rubbing against him to begin with but my wet pussy guided itself to have him slide in. I began to ride him. My nipples wanted attention though as I rode him, I grabbed the clamps and put them on. The chain dangled down and pulled them slightly. "Oh fuck" I called, it feels so fantastic. I picked the chain up and placed it between his teeth as I held his arms back and continued to ride him.

With each thrust the chain pulled, as he moaned as well he would rock his head back, causing my nipples to stretch a little bit, oh wow this hurt but in the right ways. I kissed him with the chain in his mouth and rocked back again to feel that pull. I then kissed him again picking the chain up with my tongue and rocking my head back as far as I could to allow him to watch me do this to myself. I fucked him and swapped the chain between our mouths a few times before I leant over and told him, "I want you you finger fuck the hell out of me."

I pulled myself off him and he did as instructed and slid his fingers into my eager cunt. As this happened I took my mouth back to his cock. He knew I could taste myself there and loves to see me suck my juices off him. I kept it slow to keep him aroused but not wanting him to cum yet. My tongue knowing his cock well still pressed against all the places that he would react the best to. His moans were tantalising and I could not help myself. "I want you to cum in my ass as I fuck this dildo again I told him."

"Though you are going to make me squirt first." He smiles with a cheeky smile, knowing he is the only one who has ever been able to make me squirt and how desperately I want it. His fingers started to increase speed as he rocked them against that one spot. He does this like an artist. He knows exactly what he is doing. It only takes a few moments before I can feel myself building up and my cries become louder.. He continues at it as he loves to see it as much as I want it to happen. A wave begins to wash over me as my body is rocking into his fingers. I begin to climax and he can feel the moisture build even further until the point liquid begins to spray over his hand and down my legs. The mess left on the bed is just another unmistakable sex stain.

I throw him the lube and tell him my ass also needs a little attention before he can fuck it. He withdraws his fingers for a second to open the lube and place some on the fingers of his other hand. He returns his fingers to my very sensitive cunt though without being told. He goes back to the same spot but rubs a bit more gently, knowing how easily I will climax now. He then presses a wet slippery finger against my ass. I feel it slide in, never comfortable for that first moment but after about 5 seconds I find myself rocking between his hands. He inserts another slippery finger into my ass and watches as I fuck his fingers. I am sitting vertically an arching my back, I reach down and stroke my clit which automatically causes all of my muscles to tighten around his fingers and for me for fuck more furiously. I pick the chain up from the clamps and place the between my teeth so they could be pulled firmly, I tilted my head back to pull on the chain as I was fucking his hand. The pain shot through my nipples at which point I was over the edge. I dropped the chain which caused another shot of pain through my nipples and I climaxed right at this moment. I did not squirt as much but I came so hard my boyfriend exclaimed I nearly broke his fingers.

At this point he took control and pushed me down, my ass was in the air and he pushed the rest of my body against the bed so tits were completely pressed against the bed, my nipples were aching and pressing me down caused that pain to shoot a little more through me as I felt the tip of his cock pressing into my tight asshole. I heard his moan as he pressed in, as he slid himself in he grabbed a hold of my hair very firmly and instructed me to slide the dildo into myself. It is not easy and I can feel myself quite stretched between the two holes and so filled. I almost came as the dildos length was engulfed. He began to slowly stroke and first and I followed the same pace with my hand holding the dildo. In and out. My moans were becoming too loud so he grabbed me by the throat and begun to choke me. He knows all of the moves to make me cum with ease. He knows I can cum over and over and he knows this will cause me to cum again.

I feel a rush and tingle in my head as he grips rather tight and his strokes increase in speed, I can feel the throbbing of his cock and I know he wants to cum. He tells me to cum, I immediately focus on the thrust of the dildo and his cock sliding in and out of my ass and tighten up around everything. I can feel that his cock is going to cum at any second, I had planned to be able to take this into more positions than this but wanted him to cum so badly at this point. I clenched at near point of passing out and came, he released my throat and as I gasped for air, he kept me firmly pressed down telling me that he could feel the thrusting of the dildo in my pussy through my ass and that it was so tight he could not hold on any longer. I am always surprised by how hard you think a cock is and then how hard it actually becomes before cumming. I felt that extra hard cock now thrusting fast and faster as he told me to ensure to keep up with this dildo. It only took a moment before I felt the him squirting into my ass. He continued to stoke until he had completely drained himself and pulled himself out.

I went to remove the dildo but he said "Not yet, I want to see you cum again." He laid back on the bed and I raised to my knees and opened my legs toward him to allow him the best view. I began to slowly increase the speed of the dildo, Pressing it further and further in. Nearing having nothing left to grip to actually be able to fuck myself. I could still grip it however and ferociously continued to feed my hungry pussy. He was watching very happily and stroking his chest at the time, he told me I have to cum again now. I was hyper sensitive and on the edge, he knew I could cum in a second if I wanted to or if he told me to which is why he told me to. He grabbed a hold of my sensitive clamped nipple and begun to twist at it. I cried out and came again.

Naked, spent, sweaty, feeling lube in my ass and cum dripped from my ass, I removed the dildo and crashed down over my lover. "Oh fuck that was amazing." I told him. He smiled again with a cheeky as fuck grin and tells me how he still can't believe he has found someone who enjoys sex to the extent he does. I remove the clamps and We begin to discuss sexual fantasies for a short while before we both fall asleep, my fingers tangling themselves in his chest hair at the time and his hand groping my ass.

K

 You sent me to the adult video store and told me to wait for you in the last booth at the very back.

I was wearing a straight black skirt, high heels, thigh highs, a silk t-shirt, lace bra, and a jacket.

As I walked to the back, several men turned to look at me, and I felt a little afraid that they might follow me.

You had given me rather strange instructions to follow. I was to go inside the booth, leave the door open, and put the blindfold on, and to remain standing until I received further instructions. You also said to only act when I heard the words "Hello, Cunt" whispered in my ear, and to do exactly as I was told.

I entered the booth, put on the blindfold, and faced the open doorway. I waited for what seemed like 15 minutes then I sensed that someone had entered the room.

I felt someone close to me then I heard a male voice whisper "Hello Cunt. Slide your panties down to your knees."

I reached underneath my skirt and slide my panties down to just above my knees. When I rose back up, the man had left the room.

A few moments later I heard someone enter the room again, then a male voice whispered "Hello Cunt. Put your right hand on my shoulder and raise each foot when I tell you to." I reached out and found the man's shoulder and held onto it. Then I felt his fingers brush against my leg as he slowly slide my panties down to my ankles. "Right." I raised my right foot off the floor and he slid the panties over my shoe. "Left." I raised my left foot l and he removed them, stood up, and left the room.

"Hello, Cunt." Another voice whispered. "Open your mouth." As I slowly opened my mouth, I felt him stuffing something inside and I tried to spit it out. "Wider." I forced myself to relax and breath through my nose. I opened my mouth wider and he finished pushing what I now knew were my panties into my mouth.

I was struggling not to panic as I was not accustomed to being gagged, when another man stepped into the room. "Hello Cunt. Clasp your hands behind your back." I did as I was told then he slid his hands under my jacket, reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. He reached up and pulled my jacket off my shoulders and halfway down pining my upper arms against my sides. He reached up, grabbed the front of my shirt and bra with one hand and pulled down while the other hand lifted my breasts out until they were completely exposed.

This continued as another man bound my wrists together, then another turned me around and had me bend over at the waist, then another came in, slid my skirt up exposing my bare bottom, and told me to spread my legs. Each time someone entered the booth, I heard the words "Hello, Cunt."

After the last man left and I was trying my best to maintain the position I had been left in. I heard someone else enter the booth. I felt warm air caressing the side of my neck as the person exhaled softly. Strong fingers slid up the back of my head until he had established a nice firm grip. Then he pulled me up and back until I was leaning against his chest. "Hello...Cunt." The words came out in a slow, southern drawl that reminded me of wrap around porches, lemonade, Cuban cigars, humid afternoons, and the gentle breeze that dries the perspiration from your skin. This voice was different than the others and instinctively I knew it was you.

As your breath continued to caress my skin, and your hand grip my hair, I felt your other hand wrap around my throat. You applied light pressure to the sides and I began to feel slightly euphoric.

After a few moments you released your grip, and moved around in front of me. You put your hands on my arms and slowly lowered me down into a kneeling position. I heard you unzip your pants, then a felt something soft caress my cheek. You reached down and slowly pulled my saliva soaked panties out of my mouth, and quickly replaced them with the head of your cock.

You gripped the back of my head again and pushed your cock deep into my mouth. I had no control over what was happening and once again I had to force myself to relax and accept the newest violation of my mouth.

You tightened your grip on my hair and began slowly fucking my mouth. As you picked up the pace, your thrusts went deeper until I could feel the head of your cock pressing against the back of my throat.

I struggled to take all of you and to control my urge to gag. Somehow I managed to relax and began to enjoy the feeling of your cock violating my mouth. I lost track of time but at some point I felt your cock stiffen, you moaned, and your hot cum began spilling into the back of my throat. You finished by pulling out and letting some of your cum fall onto my tits.

You lifted me up from the floor, straightened up my clothes, and sat me down on the bench. Then You leaned down and whispered in my ear "Goodbye, Cunt." Then I heard the door close behind you. I sat there for several minutes before I removed the blindfold. I stood up, straightened myself up as best I could, then I opened the door to the booth and stepped out.

As I walked towards the front, men turned to look at me, some of them smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. I had no idea which of these men had participated in this activity nor would I ever know. The thought of this made me extremely wet.

When I reached my car, I found a single red poppy on the hood of my car lying on a small bed of green grass.

I knew that the flower and the grass were significant in some way. The last thing I remember was picking up the poppy and sweeping the grass into my hand, because Something told me that it held just as much meaning as the poppy.

I couldn't stop thinking about the poppy and the grass on my way home.

Finally I pulled over, picked up my phone and Goggled "list the meanings of flowers". The Red Poppy symbolizes Pleasure, the Grass symbolizes Submission.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.05.2018

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