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VladThis is a true story about the day I lost my virginity to Vlad.(I’ll do my best to recreate it)Well, one day I decided to sleepover at his house(he lives alone). It was a cold wintry night about 8pm. The news said “It’s going to get down to the 20s tonight.” So I decided to pack a long flannel shirt, some booty shorts, toothbrush, hairbrush, an some ankle high socks, then started to head over to his house in some jeans, snow boots, heavy coat, a sweater and a skully. I walk through the snow thinking about what we might watch, do, play, or talk about. I start getting excited like a 3year old on Christmas when I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. He answers and I jump on him, giving a monster-hug and a minute long kiss. I get down an put my coat on the rack, while taking my boots an skully off. I hear him walk into the other room and hear a plastic bag being messed with, he says “Hey, I got some movies.” I say “What kind?” he says “I got Dawn of the Dead, Shakespeare in Love, Ice Storm, Splinter, Shawn of the Dead, and House of 1000 Corpses.”I walk into the room he is in and say “Awe, I love Ice Storm.” He says “Wanna watch it? Cause I haven’t seen it yet.” I say “Ok, and it’s a really good movie.” He walks into the kitchen and gets some scissors to open the case with the movie in it. I tell him “I’m going to change into my pjs… be right back!” I Karabağlar Escort run into the bathroom and start taking my jeans and sweater off. Then I put my flannel shirt on and walk out to the living room where he is setting the movie up. He says “Wow, someone looks sexy tonight.” I giggle and say “Thanks… and when are you getting into yours?”He looks at me and smiles. He says “Well..” and pulls his shirt off, an says “this better?” with a sly grin. I say “Much.. better.” an watch him as he dims the lights and gets popcorn, he sits by me and I get the remote to hit play. I scoot over beside him and put my head on his shoulder. After the credits end we shout “YEAH! WOOOO!” and the movie starts. He puts his arm around me 10minutes into the movie.I scoot closer to him and stare for a few seconds. He looks over at me and says, “What?” I say “I dunno..” he says “Mhm, surrre.” I say, “Ok, fine… I was thinking about what we talked about yesterday…” he says “Oh?” I say “Yeah.. and I was thinkin’ maaaaybe… we coul–” before I could say “could” he kissed me. I wrap my arms around his neck an he grabs my hips and moves me to where my back is on the seating part of the couch. He starts to unbutton my shirt while I run my hands up and down his chest. He says “Ooo, no bra I see?” I say “I hate wearing bras at night” Karaburun Escort with a smile. He takes my shirt off and puts it on the floor.After he put my shirt on the floor, we start making-out, and he’s rubbing my sides, an working his way to my neck. I giggle an wiggle when starts kissing my neck, cause I’m oh-so-ticklish. He then starts to lick and suck on my neck, which makes me gasp and moan, which must of turn him on cause I could feel something poking my outer thigh. He grabs my hips again and moves in-between my legs, where I wrap my legs around him. He stops an says “Are you 100% ready?” I say “Yeah” he says “Lemme get a condom and a towel.. don’t wanna make a mess or get you pregnant. Haha.” I say “Ok.”He stands up an says “Oh what the hell.. I’ll take you with me” and picks me up. I get thrown over his shoulder and he races up stairs to his bedroom with me on his shoulder. He gets to the front of the bed an lays me down, then heads over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. I lay there an watch him as he crawls on-top of me. He starts kissing me, then my neck, then he starts working his way down my chest an onto my left nipple. I wiggle and moan as he starts sucking an nibbling. He works his way down to my navel and to the beginning of my booty shorts, an starts tugging on them with his teeth. I Karşıyaka Escort giggle an he sits up, he says “I’ll take yours off, if you take mine off?” I say “Ok.” and start to unbutton his pants. Then I unzip them, and find a ‘tent’ in his boxers. I look at him while I start pulling them down.He looks at me an lightly pushes me on my back and starts making-out with me. Then he starts pulling my booty shorts down and I kick them off. He sits up again an undoes the condom wrapper, then rolls it onto his cock. He gets back on-top of me and says “Ready?” I say “Ready.” He rubs his cock against my clit for a couple seconds and starts to slowly enter me.I groan and grab his forearms as he continues to slowly enter me. He says “You ok?” I say “Ye-yeah.” He does one hard thrust and I groan an squeeze his forearms. He slowly pulls out, I lean up a little and see blood, he says “Congrats, you are now not a virgin.” he kisses me and reenters me slowly again, with thrusting motions. We make-out while the pain goes away and a new sensation over comes me. I start moaning an he starts thrusting faster. I start getting this tingling feeling and move my hands to the back of his shoulders an dig my fingernails into his back. I let out a loud moan as I come and he thrusts faster, harder and deeper into me as I come for a second time. He thrusts even faster an harder into me as he comes.He looks at me and chuckles as he kisses me. He rolls over on his back to catch his breath, and I catch mine. After a 5minute rest, I get up and goto the bathroom to clean the blood off. Once I cleaned myself up, I crawled back into bed with Vlad and we fall asleep in each-others arms.We are still together today. <3

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Becca’s QuickieI couldn’t believe it. I just stood and stared at the referee holding the red card aloft. Oh fuck not again, I thought in disbelief. It was the third time this season I’d been sent off, but this time I could protest my innocence until I was puce and it would do no good. I felt a hand on my shoulder and shrugged it off as my anger really began to boil.”Becca, leave it. Just go.” I turned away from the referee. It was Donna, the club captain. “Don’t make it worse.””I didn’t fucking touch her.” I started indignantly, my anger now just aimed at whoever was nearest. Donna shrugged and nodded towards the touchline. “It’s a fucking disgrace.” I said and trudged as slowly as possible towards the touchline where my coach stood, his face set, just watching me.I reached the edge of the pitch and immediately heard the shrill whistle as the ref got the game back underway. We were one up, but there was still over twenty minutes to go. What a disaster.”I didn’t fucking do anything.” I snapped at the coach, a twenty year old student from the local university and captain of the first team.”Go get a shower Rebecca.” He said, calling me by my full name and sounding astonishingly like my father.”But…””No. Shower.” That was that. A conversation terminated before I could start an argument. He dismissed me with the wave of a finger, his eyes now back on the match, his mind on how he could salvage the game.I took a deep breath readying myself for battle, but for once thought better of it and trudged silently towards the clubhouse my head bowed.I’d been sent off twice this season for fighting and it wasn’t even Christmas, but today, I’d spent most of the game fending sticks away from my ankles and fists from my k**neys to be sent off for the first foul I’d committed all game.I swung my foot against the base of the dressing room door. It flew open and smacked satisfyingly against the tiled wall with a hollow bang that echoed across the dressing room, then as the red mist descended I swung my stick against the wooden bench. The graphite hockey stick snapped clean in half and the vibration rattled up my arms until I thought my teeth would fall out. Somewhere behind me the head of the stick clattered to the floor.”Shit!” I bellowed, looking stupidly at the broken handle. As if a twenty quid fine for the red card was not enough, I was now staring at a bill for sixty for a new stick — another new stick.Somewhat humbled, I stooped and picked up the broken piece and chucked them both in the bin before stripping down, stuffing my kit into my bag and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.Reaching up, I spun the red wheel that turned on the water to the shower block and stepped into the tiled tunnel. Silver shower heads protruding from the walls on both sides. I made my way to the middle and slapped the cold metal button with the palm of my hand.A jet of water sprang out from the shower head and I stuck my hand tentatively under the stream, feeling it warm up almost instantly. Thank God for that, I thought as I stepped under the jet. The last time I’d been first in, no one had turned the hot water on. It had been so cold I was amazed it wasn’t solid. I’d jumped so much when the jet hit me, I had slipped over and cracked my back on the floor.I let the water wash over my long brown hair and felt the calming patter and splash clean everything away until I was totally wrapped up in my own head with my anger finally beginning to fade.I lathered shampoo into my hair until rich white suds dripped off and hit the tiled floor with a slap. I used the lather to wash my body and finally began to feel it cleansing Gaziemir Escort my head as well as my skin.”Bad luck Becca.” I spun around at the sudden echo of a voice against the tiles and saw Claire walk up to the shower beside me, as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. “That was the worst decision all season. Utter crap. And all that rolling around. It really pisses me off.””I just couldn’t fucking believe the ref fell for it.” I said, immediately coming back to the boil and knowing I wasn’t going to let go until I’d vented off at someone. “I hardly touched her. The next thing I know, she’s rolling around like I’ve broken her fucking legs.” I don’t even know how long Claire let me rant for, I suppose she knew eventually I would take a breath.”God your sexy when you’re cross.” She said with a laugh. “I bet Jon can’t wait to get you upstairs after you’ve had a bad game.””Actually he normally can’t escape quickly enough. I think he’s always scared I’ll throw something at him!” I said, starting to laugh the tension away, then a switch just flicked inside me again. “It just winds me up, you know, it’s just so fucking frustrating.”I turned my back to Claire and stuck my head back under the shower to rinse off the shampoo, continuing to vent off, when I felt her hands on my shoulders, her fingers slowly working their way into the muscles at the tip of my spine. It felt fantastic. I let her carry on for just a few moments, but for some reason I started to feel self-conscious.I slid around to face her on the wet tiles, expecting a big sisterly look that told me she knew I was angry, but that I was also very boring, but Claire just stood and smiled at me, her fingers continuing to massage my shoulders as she looked deep into my eyes, almost as if she was looking straight into my mind.For a very strange moment I thought she was going to kiss me and I wondered how I would react if she did. Then as soon as the thought was there, the moment was gone and she stepped away letting her hands fall from my shoulders. They brushed momentarily against my breasts as she retreated towards her shower and my nipples sprang up into two hard buds as my cheeks flushed pink.I stood under my shower, my over-sensitive nipples hidden from her view and watched Claire as she began to wash her body, suddenly unable to take my eyes off her. She was tall and athletic with a thin waist and slightly muscular arms as she flexed them to rub the soap through her jet black bobbed hair. She turned towards me and smiled.”See anything you like?” She joked, turning towards me and pushing her breasts together with the palms of her hands. I turned away embarrassed. “Well at least staring at me made you shut up about that bloody ref.” She continued, now staring straight back as if waiting for a response. I turned away to hide my glowing face. I had no idea what was going on. I’d been playing hockey with Claire for four years, we’d shared showers, beds, drinks but…I don’t know if it was the anger putting my emotions on edge, but I couldn’t meet her eyes, but couldn’t take them off her body either. Eventually, I tore my gaze away from her and turned away. This time when I felt her hands on my shoulders, I leant back slightly into her touch as her fingers began to work sensuously into my flesh.”For a crazy moment just then, I thought you were going to kiss me.” I giggled. “How mad is that?” Claire turned me around and once again I found myself looking up into her deep green eyes.”What, like this.” She said and gently pressed her lips against mine, before pulling away Güzelbahçe Escort with an audible smack. I stood breathless and stared open mouthed, whilst she simply giggled at my reaction. Then without another word, she simply pressed her lips up against mine and I felt her tongue immediately searching frantically in my mouth.She crushed her breasts against me and held me so close I could smell her skin, still tinged with her unique womanly scent yet mixed with just a little tangy zest from her shampoo. She slipped her hand up from my shoulder and held the back of my neck, holding me tightly in a determined grip, before her hand snaked up through my hair and locked me in place, her lips sealed against mine.The fingertips of her spare hand ran delicately down my back, chased by a cool shiver that ignited every nerve ending she touched causing my juices to rise until I couldn’t believe just how horny I felt. When her hand reached my bum, she squeezed it between her fingers until her nails dug into my skin.Buoyed by my lack of resistance she moved her second hand to my cheek and as she held my head softly she kissed me passionately. I heard her groan as she pushed her tongue inside me and her rising passion served only to push my own sultry desire higher.Her hand crept from my face, down my neck to my shoulder where it lingered briefly before wandering carefully down to my breast. She cupped it in one hand, the second still gently massaging my buttock, and slowly squeezed. My heart thundered until I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples.Claire finally broke the kiss and as we both stood gasping for air, I stared deep into her emerald green eyes.”You okay?” Claire whispered, her voice barely audible above the splash of water against the tiles. I nodded mutely.”I didn’t know you were…” I spluttered.”You know I’m not.””I’ve never kissed another…””Neither have I.””Where the hell is everyone?” I said, but Claire just shrugged.The silence was punctuated only by the splatter of water as we stood and stared at each other in limbo, then Claire kissed me again, her soft lips pressing against mine as I stood mutely with my hands still just d****d over her shoulders.Not content with the taste of my lips, she pulled me close and kissed my neck. A moan escaped my lips. Jon could drive me wild with a simple kiss to my neck. She continued her journey across my collar bone before she stooped and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I shivered as her tongue traced around it and by the time she switched attention to the other one, sucking it gently between her lips, my knees had begun to tremble.Each pass of her tongue triggered new shockwaves throughout my body until I tingled from head to toe. I watched as she began to work her way down my stomach, planting kisses on my pale skin as she crept ever lower. Her tongue lingered briefly over my navel before continuing on and for the first time in my life I craved another woman’s touch.My pussy flooded with my own honey and had I not already been in the shower, I am sure my thighs would have betrayed my lust.Claire was now on her knees and she looked up briefly, a wide grin spread across her face before she looked down and planted a kiss on my thick mat of brown pubic hair, before finally touching my lips with hers.I bit my lip and moaned with a cocktail of relief and desire. I stared down at the top of her head and watched as her long tongue flicked out and delicately brushed along the length of my pussy. My swollen lips peeked from beneath my pubic hair as if searching her touch. I İzmir Masaj Salonları was sure from her vantage point, she would already be able to see my excitement glistening on them as they continued to grow before her eyes.Suddenly I wanted to grind her head into my snatch and feel the full force of her eating me, but I dare not touch her in case the spell was broken. She pushed her thumb into my flesh just above my pussy and the pressure parted my lips until the swollen hood that hid my clitoris stood tall. I felt her tongue brush over my button and gasped aloud, massaging my own breasts and pulling gently at my nipples with my thumb and forefinger.With her tongue slowly circling my button, she easily slipped a finger inside me and I shuffled my feet apart on the slippery floor to encourage her to explore.The sensation of her touch was amazing. Her finger worked gently inside me whilst her tongue teased my clitoris. I was already stumbling clumsily towards orgasm.She closed her mouth gently over my swollen pussy lips and sucked them into her mouth, whilst her tongue continued to explore the soft split at the base of my clit. She swapped her finger for her thumb and as she pushed it inside my pussy, her lubricated finger immediately found my tightest hole, working gently away until it slipped inside to the first knuckle.I gasped with lust and began to push my hips towards her in rhythm, encouraging her to eat me harder and deeper. As my orgasm began to swell I could not stand to be teased any longer. Nervously, I reached down and ran my hand across the top of her head, coaxing her in closer. Claire responded instantly by sucking hard on my lips and when I cried out loud, she slipped her finger fully inside my arse.My cries echoed around the shower room as my orgasm took hold and my legs shook with the force of my pleasure. I laced my hands through her hair and pushed her deeper into me, grinding my hips against her face as my orgasm pulsed through me like an electric current.”Oh fuck. Oh that’s so amazing.” I whimpered and she responded by sucking me harder, her tongue pressing insistently against my clitoris until I thought it would pop and I could stand it no more. “Shit! You’ve got to stop.” I begged, my knees buckling as I pulled her away from me by her hair, my body quivering like a leaf as she stared up into my eyes from the floor.”My God!” I giggled. “That was incredible. Where the hell did you learn to do that?” Her face was slick with my honey. I reached out my hands and when she took them, I pulled her to her feet. I kissed her, gently at first, tasting my own pussy, then I pulled her towards me and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I desperately wanted to return the favour, to make her cum and taste her body. My hands wandered amateurishly, squeezing and stroking whatever they came into contact with.But returning the favour would have to wait. In my excitement I had completely forgotten where I was. Suddenly a door banged and the dressing room filled with echoing voices. We leapt guiltily apart and in my haste to grab my shampoo, my shaking fingers slipped and send the bottle tumbling to the floor. I bent over to pick it up and was rewarded with a stinging slap on my tight buttocks that made me squeal with delight.The mood in the dressing room was high, I knew we had won despite my red card. At least that would spare me the coach’s worst.”Have you done that before?” I asked above the increasing din, but Claire just shook her head. “I owe you one.” I said and saw her eyes light up.”Indeed you do.” She purred. “What are you going to tell Jon?””The same as you’ll tell Paul.” I said. Our boyfriends would have done anything to see that, but it would remain our secret, for the moment at least. Quickly, I leant towards her and stole a final kiss and as the team began to appear through the steam and the singing began, I ducked back under the water and poured shampoo into the palm of my hand.

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Water MasturbationOne great thing about my tiny apartment is my big soaker bath tub. I spend lots of time there relaxing and washing away the day’s worries. Tonight was one of those nights when I needed to soak with bubbles surrounding my aching body. Work wasn’t overly difficult today but I’ve been stressed out a lot lately.As I laid in the tub, I started to think about my One. He loves to bath me, wash me, caress me in the tub. He treats me like his “little girl” and I love that. But it had been a while since I had masturbated and came. I haven’t been in the “mood” which is also very unusual for me. I laid in the hot steaming tub starting to prune up, thinking it was time to drain the Çeşme Escort water. I looked at the brass taps as I pulled the plug and started to wonder what it would feel like to slide my cunt under the flowing tap to feel the rapids rush against my clit and pussy. Its not like I had never done that before. In fact I have done so routinely through my adult life, just not within the last 6 months. Even as a young girl, when I lived at home I did this. And when we had a pool growing up I found out exactly how “powerful” those pool jets really were. One day I got caught rubbing up against those jets, but thats a tale for some other day.As the water was Çiğli Escort draining rapidly from the soaker, I slid myself directly under the fancy taps. I had the bath water fairly hot so I turned on the cold water first to sort of “shock and awe” my red steamy cunt. I played with the water taps, alternating between cold and hot while steadily increasing the pressure letting it tease me with various sensations. The tub and faucet placement was set up perfectly to have my legs hitch over the edge with my aching clit directly under the path of the tidal wave of water that was gushing over my pussy. I ground my hips against the splashes sending the Foça Escort pathway of pressure between the opening of my sex and my pleaure spot, letting the soft supple orgasms coarse through me with each round. I loved feeling the water filling up my cunt and being squeezed out as I climaxed. These certainly weren’t the strong gag-me-with-my-panties sort of orgasm that I normally have, but they were soft, and caressed my weary body letting me enjoy it without having to work so damned hard to climax in my usual way (and belive me I love my usual way).After about 15 minutes, I decided that I was starting to waste too much water and duely turned off the taps. I imagined what my One would do watching or catching me in such a predicament. I’m more than certain he’d enjoy it as would most of you. So now, I sit in my robe, hair up in a towel turban recounting what occured only minutes ago. Perhaps its something that should be recorded one day. Or perhaps, I’ll just enjoy for myself.

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reunited..true..recent story..mum, now 55yo juz arrived from the philippines a week ago to come live with me here in l.a.this story happend today..like it juz ended.m ryt now layin down wit my mum n s*s..mum juz arrived today from philippines. she got to my house thinkin i wouldnt find her attractive no more now that shes 55yo. my s*s pikd her up from the airport.as she entered the door i hugged her n felt dat her tits were a lot bigger n dat she felt awkward..aftr talkin over dinner..she went to change her clothes..i then ran to my s*s wit my hard on n demanded a quiky..she pulled away so i had to get tougher..i grabbed her threw her on the sofa n tore into her new skirt..she then sed, u like it that mama is here huh?? u want her to see us in action huh..?? ok baby b*o..lets put on a show!! gave me an evil look then pulled my 9 iron out of my boxers. my s*s has a baby face tho shez older..her cunt was soaking we both stood up. i lifted her up n fucked Bornova Escort her cunt back to the wall. she kept moaning..sayin, “mama..mama..fuck me lil b*o” staring at me n saying, i wanna get caught b*o…but, lets make it seem lyk its our 1st time (tho mum has watched us on line but never in person)!!!i was fucking my older s*s hard wyl lookn @ my mums refdtion across the room talkin on the phone wyl changing..then my s*s sed, u think i look like mama?? i sed yes..she sed, “can i kol u papa..i alweiz dreamt of fuckin him…” man ryt then i sat on the table put her on top both facing my mums room..she kept yelling..”oh daddy…i been wanting u..watchin u..fuck me papa…!!!!” mum heared her, rushed out to catch her k**s having hard sex…she demanded we stopped!! i told my s*s to hold her down for me!! mum tried to resist..saying, no more!! then my s*s hugged her from behind n sed…u wanna watch ma?? inserted Bostanlı Escort her fingers in mums panties..squeezed mums tits n told her to watch us fuck..i was in awe!! my mum n s*s!!! so, s*s slowly let go of her telling her its ok..then ran to me commanding me to fuck her lyk how i wanna fuck my mum!! “u wanna see this ryt ma? i used to watch u n dad fuck for hours…” then i shoved my dick in my s*s ass n moaned hard!! fuck me lil b*o..mamas watchin u now..then my mum came n stood beside us saying, “i wanna get ****d by my k**s..thats my fantasy..” so my s*s held her from behind fingering her hard wyl covering mums mouth wit her other hand. my s*s told my mum to suck her sons cock in front of her…so i then shoved my cock in her mouth fucked it hard wyl my s*s kept shouting **** mama b*o..oh this is so good..i layed s*s syd by syd wit mum n told dem both to seduce me…mum got up & finger fucked Buca Escort s*s n s*s did d same..lookn @ me jackin off..then i sed mama i wanna see u make s*s cum!! so she started finger bangin her wyl lickin her..s*s going insane!! wen she came mum told me to lay bak cuz now s*s is goona sit on me wyl mum rides my cock..they were both goin nuts!!! spittin in ea thers mouth wyl pulling on ea others hair…then, the backdoor opened!! twuz my b*o in law!! mum tried to run n hide wen i told my friend to go get her n fuck her!!! my s*s screamed for him to get her..so as we watched mum gettin fucked hard, my s*s then told me to fuck her besde mum..my s*s was telling b*o in law to look @ us wyl fucking mum…”fuck mama hunny…u remind me of my dad!!” then we switched me n mum facing them s*s shouting ” papa please fuck me..please fuk ur baby..” mums cum drippping down my legs..told me to fuck s*s in the butt wyl her hubby was doin her pussy….after my s*s came nearly passed out..i had b*o in law watch wyl my family helps me cum….aftr we all got off..we all took shots n exchaged secrets n stories wyl jacking ea other off…n now..wyl m writing this..m watchin my mum get fcked besyd my sleeping s*s…its hot cuz its real…time for round two…questions anyone..??

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Sex Therapy-Florida StyleA Florida couple, both well into their 80s, go to a sex ther****t’s office. The doctor asks, “What can I do for you?” The man says, “Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?” The doctor raises both eyebrows, Basmane Escort but he is so amazed that such an elderly couple is asking for sexual advice that he agrees. When the couple Bayındır Escort finishes, the doctor says, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse.” He thanks them Bayraklı Escort for coming, he wishes them good luck, he charges them $50 and he says goodbye. Finally, after 5 or 6 weeks of this routine, the doctor says, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?” The old man says, “We’re not trying to find out anything. She’s married and we can’t go to her house. I’m married and we can’t go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $98. The Hilton charges $139. We do it here for $50, and I get $43 back from Medicare…!

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Culture Shock 2/23Sitting on the side of her bed, Elaine looked at the vibrator and her mind raced. If she cleaned off the lipstick, whoever kissed it would know she’d seen it. Would they check? If she left it how it was, could she pretend she hadn’t seen it?She quickly put it back in the drawer and shoved it closed, accidentally making a banging noise. She hushed the errant drawer, making herself blush. The walls of the small three-bedroom apartment were paper thin, and she hoped neither of her roommates recognised the sound.Ugh, what am I thinking? This is ridiculous.She slid the drawer open again and reached inside. Holding the toy up in front of her, she sniffed it to see if it had been washed. It had. Wondering what difference it made, she admonished herself. So I used it. Big deal. It’s not as if it’s earth-shattering news. Get a grip!Biting her lip, she reached for a tissue to clean off the lipstick. Before she noticed what she was doing, she found her fist wrapped around the inert toy, separated only by a layer of Kleenex, cleaning it off in a twisting, pseudo-jacking off motion. Memories of last night’s festivities turned up the corners of her mouth. She brought the toy up in front of her face to examine it more closely. It was all clean and ready for ‘next time’ so she put it away again, this time quietly.Hopping up from the bed, Elaine grabbed her robe from a corner chair and drew it around herself. It was soft and thick so she didn’t have to bother with a bra. After grabbing a fresh towel from the hall closet, she went to take a shower but the bathroom was occupied. She had to see her roommates sooner or later and decided to face the music and make herself a coffee in the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner and found Chelsea groaning and tidying up some spilt sugar. “Can I help?” Elaine asked.”God. Sorry Elaine. I’m all thumbs. We had a big night last night and I feel like shit,” Chelsea complained.”Here, let me do it,” Elaine offered, deftly cleaning up the mess.”Thanks, Elaine. You’re an angel.””It’s okay,” she said, enjoying the praise. “I don’t mind.” Things were already going better than she’d hoped. She feared finger pointing and sniggering, but at least she and Chelsea were adults. Either that or it wasn’t Chelsea who kissed her vibrator. Hmmmm… Blushing and turning her back on her roommate and filling the kettle with water, Elaine asked, “Um, I was going to make coffee anyway. Would you like one?””Could you make one for Kendra too?” Chelsea pleaded, slumping in the kitchen chair.”Sure, just relax. I don’t know how you guys can go out every weekend and get smashed like you do.””We’re young. We’re supposed to, and besides, it’s where the guys are.” Chelsea was leaning on her elbows, holding her head in her hands. Her robe hung open almost to her navel, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of her chest and the inner swell of each breast. After trailing her eyes down to Chelsea’s flat tummy, Elaine realised what she was doing.”Th… There you go,” she stuttered, passing Chelsea’s coffee to her and staring at the sugar bowl. “So um, did you meet any nice ones last night?””Guys? Naaa. Just the usual bunch of dropkicks. I’m sore all over though. We danced all night.””Sounds like fun.””Yeah. I guess. Just once I’d like to meet someone who wasn’t a complete wimp. Most of the guys we meet are like lapdogs, following us around, hoping for a taste. Either that or they’re overbearing oafs. It’d be nice to meet someone who knew what I liked.””What are you going on about?” asked Kendra, entering the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. “Is that mine?” she asked Elaine, sitting down and reaching for the spare cup.Elaine nodded.”I was just saying,” repeated Chelsea. “That most of the guys we meet are just boys. I’d like to meet a man. A real man.””What? Someone old and wrinkly?” Kendra asked, teasing.”Nooo! God. I just mean someone who knows how to treat a lady.””Oh, so you’re a lady now, are you? You could have fooled me. You didn’t look like much of a lady when I poured you into that taxi last night.””Oh, stop it. You weren’t much better. And anyway, you know what I mean.”Kendra shook her head with a smile and brought her coffee to her lips. “Well, my idea of a ‘real man’ is someone cute, muscly, can cry in movies and brings me flowers every time he picks me up. Haven’t found him yet, though.” She turned her gaze to Elaine. “What about you, Elaine? What kind of man would you like to meet?””Hmmm… I’d like to meet someone who impresses me. Someone I can look up to and learn from. Someone I can respect. Someone with substance.””Someone who isn’t plastic?””Um, yeah. Not plastic. Yeah…” As Elaine blushed five shades of red, she figured it was safe to assume Kendra had kissed her vibrator and was now teasing her about the use of it. Her nipples started getting hard and she was mortified, pulling her robe closer around herself.”I think I’m gonna spew!” Chelsea gasped, standing and running to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.Seemingly unconcerned, Kendra sipped her coffee, eying Elaine over the edge of a cup with a pussycat on it. “She’s a lightweight,” she said finally, fixing Elaine with a stare.”What do you mean?””Lightweight! You know.””You mean like a lush?””Yeah, like a lush, Miss Ohio, 1958. Jeez… You gotta get out more.”Elaine sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t like the crush and the drinking. The music’s okay, I guess.””And some of the men are just dreamy.””Chelsea doesn’t seem to think so.””Chelsea wouldn’t know a real man if he bit her on the ass.””Mmmmm.” Alsancak Escort Elaine giggled.”Mmmmm.” Kendra echoed, winking and grinning. When the pleasant moment had passed, Kendra leaned forward a little and whispered, “I hope you didn’t mind that I put you in bed and tidied up a bit last night. I thought it might be a bit embarrassing to wake up like that.”Elaine didn’t know why she took the bait, but she did. “Like what?””Like, sprawled over your bed, all the lights on, stark naked with a vibrator in your hand.””Oh.” The image made her speechless, and wet. God, she even put panties on me!”Just wait till I get the pictures developed!” Kendra teased. Elaine’s eyes went wide, and she was about to squeal. “I’m k**ding! I’m k**ding!” Kendra insisted. “Jeez Elaine!””You’re mean,” Elaine whispered, feeling like she was blushing to the roots of her hair.”Oh, c’mon. I’m just having some fun with you. You know you like it.””I so do not. This isn’t fun at all. It’s embarrassing. And I’d rather not be um, reminded of this… episode either. I’d like to think I have some privacy here, at least in my room! And I can assure you I don’t like you making fun of me.” Elaine was pleased with her response. She rarely got a word in once Kendra started talking.”Riiight… . Then tell me the truth. Are your nipples hard?””What?” Elaine gasped incredulously, pulling her robe even more tightly around her body.”Go on. Tell me!”Just then the toilet flushed and Chelsea stumbled into the kitchen. “I wouldn’t go in there for a while if I were you,” she said, flopping into the chair in front of her cold coffee.”Um, it’s okay,” Elaine said, quickly snatching up her towel and fleeing into the bathroom. She didn’t mind what the air in there smelled like. She didn’t want to answer any more of Kendra’s questions.Chelsea had already gone out the door and Kendra was holding it open. “We won’t be home till after three A.M., so there’s plenty of playtime,” she said, winking at Elaine who was standing in the kitchen doorway.”I might invite the football team over,” Elaine replied, poking out her tongue. She’d managed to spend most of the day in her room studying.”A football team would put you in a c***! I’d stick to vibrators. And if I catch you like I did last night, there will be pictures.”With an open mouth, Elaine blushed mightily as the front door closed. It wasn’t so much being unable to adequately defend herself that made her embarrassed. It was also things like the wet kiss Kendra blew to her as she left. And the image of Elaine’s vibrator in Kendra’s hand as she kissed it, knowing where it had been. And of Kendra pulling her panties up her legs and fitting them to her u*********s body. That had haunted her all day. She was just glad she hadn’t woken up when Kendra had put her to bed. She would have been humiliated. She resolved to pretend she was asleep if it ever happened again.Kendra wouldn’t really take pictures, would she? Elaine wondered. I’d die if she did. I MUST stay in control of myself when I cum.Twenty minutes later Elaine was writhing on her bed, twisting a turgid nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Wanting more than just the fingers of her other hand sliding in and out of her clasping pussy, she was mindlessly fumbling for the drawer, desperate for her vibrator. Her slippery fingers finally grasped the handle and pulled it open, blindly searching for her toy. Already having crab-walked halfway up the bed in her ecstasy, her head hung back over the pillow that had bunched up under her shoulder blades. With palpable relief, she found her vibe, immediately turned it on ‘high’ and pressed it against her throbbing swollen clit.She hit the roof.Clenching her teeth to keep herself from screaming, for a split-second she wished she put the pillow in her mouth. But it was too late and in an instant she went over the edge in an explosive climax. Her eyes bulged as she strained to keep them open, willing herself to stay conscious. Shudders wracked her body and she strained, trying to contain them. Unfortunately when she did, the pleasure was drawn out almost endlessly. She even had time to change her attack.She slid the vibrator into her hot cunt. Yes, it was a ‘hot cunt’ now. A writhing, twisting haze of countless nerve endings, all firing in pleasure and rolling out across her abdomen, prickling her buttocks and rolling down her legs making them shake. Into her mind came the image of Kendra, topless and holding a camera, flashes lighting up the room.Over the top she went again, this time enough to make her oval her lips. A whispered low groan escaped before she heard herself. She clenched her teeth again. Willing her eyes open, she looked past her tortured nipple, distended beyond belief between her fingers, and down to her flailing wrist, driving the white toy incessantly in and out of her clenching pussy.I have to stop, she thought forlornly. This is how it happened last time. Now I remember. I just couldn’t stop. Gradually her hand slowed. I can do this. I can control myself. Tearing her fingers from her throbbing nipple, she reached down to turn off the vibe. She sighed with a mixture of disappointment and relief. She could do it. She could control herself. “Oh God! Kendra!” Elaine’s eyes shot open, reality and imagination blending for just a moment. She slumped back onto the bed as her fears were allayed. Blushing madly, she shook her head.Why does the idea of being caught, even photographed, turn me on? God, almost everything turns me on!Heading for the bathroom, she left her robe behind. Being nude Ayrancılar Escort made her nipples stand up. Sympathetically she gently rubbed the one she’d been pinching.Deciding on a whim to sit at her computer naked, Elaine folded a towel and placed it under her ass before booting it up. Connecting to the net and heading for her favourite chat room, she hadn’t been there five minutes before someone called MasterServant messaged her.”Good evening to you.””Hello,” Elaine typed back, thinking this man at least had manners.”I’ve noticed you here before.””The nickname?” Elaine glanced an inch to the left where her nickname, Naughtygirl, sat proudly.”Yes. It’s intriguing.””I’m really nothing like my nickname,” Elaine typed, adding a smiley face with its tongue sticking out. She hoped he thought she was being subtle and flirty. For some reason this man made her heart flutter.”I know,” he typed back, halting her in her tracks.”What do you mean?” Elaine asked, suddenly wondering if this man was more dangerous than she had previously assessed.”Just that in general, people on the net either describe themselves honestly, or they make things up. Something like a series of wish lists, rather than reality. I’m guessing Naughtygirl is your assumed persona.”Elaine gulped. Was her profile so obvious? She clicked on it and read it quickly. It looked okay, maybe a little exaggerated. Nothing like her really, but she enjoyed being Naughtygirl and she felt like she was her, in a strange way. So she felt justified when she went on the attack. “Are you questioning my honesty?””I am not judging you on that basis. It’s something people do. It’s a free country, but I like to know if the person I am talking to is a player or a real person. Don’t get me wrong, you are allowed to be a player. I’d just like to know. In other words, if you really are blonde, 22, 115 lbs, a 36 C, fun loving, a bit ditzy, and you love all kinds of sex, then I’d like you to tell me so.”By the time she’d finished reading his message, Elaine’s heart was beating hard. She couldn’t make her hands type. Almost a minute passed by as she read it over and over. Suddenly another message flashed up on the screen.”I didn’t mean to freak you out. I apologise. I’ll go.”She was typing to him, asking him to stay, when he disappeared from her screen. Elaine’s jaw dropped.How could he so easily see right through me? I should have told him to fuck off.She found the conversation unsettling and didn’t feel like chatting any more. After turning off the machine, she laid back in her bed, tossing over in her mind whether or not to masturbate. She didn’t feel like that either, which was a bit unusual given she had plenty of time. She glanced at the clock then put away her vibrator. Picking up a book from the bedside table, she began reading something by Nietzsche. She wasn’t into it.I could have been ignoring him. Or talking to someone else, she thought, trying to justify her silence and hoping the strange man wouldn’t go around blabbing that she was fake. I’m allowed to ignore him if I think he was rude, aren’t I?She was sure he was being rude, asking questions the way he did. Or at least she was justified in thinking he was, and then ignoring him. Yes, she thought, that’s my story.Putting down the book, she pulled on her nightie and switched out the bedside light. Lying on her back with her head resting on a soft pillow, she stared at the ceiling, wondering if she was cheating herself by separating her real life from her online life. It ‘would’ be more exciting if someone were interested in ME, rather than some air-headed waitress with big hooters, she thought. She wrinkled her nose. But it was fun being Naughtygirl. It was also underhanded. She was fooling the men she was with. It was certainly no way to start a real relationship. Was she once again subconsciously keeping herself from doing that? She sighed and reminded herself that most of the men in the chat rooms were dickheads anyway.MasterServant didn’t seem like a dickhead though. Maybe he was a bit pushy, and annoying with his clever and incisive words. But what about his name? Was he some kind of an expert servant or something? Like a butler? Yeah right. Elaine realised she hadn’t even read his profile.She had seen couples in the chat rooms. One girl’s profile said she had been with her man for two years and hoped one day to meet him in person. At the time Elaine thought the idea was ridiculous, and definitely not for her. Surely they’d get bored, she imagined. Tossing and turning, sleep seemed to elude her.Maybe I could make up another nickname. Something closer to the truth… something that I can at least defend vigorously if I’m ever asked questions like that again. It wouldn’t hurt. I should give it a whirl. And maybe I’ll get less of those vulgar messages Naughtygirl always seemed to get.She smiled at the thought, and her eyelids suddenly felt like they weighed a ton. In minutes she was asleep.****************************** Being honest will make you more vulnerable.Elaine’s conscience was trying to talk her out of the idea as she booted up her computer and headed for the chat rooms. The other girls had left to go Sunday grocery shopping and she was glad it wasn’t her turn. She woke up remembering exactly what she had planned and after a late breakfast she found herself sitting in front of her computer, logged in, and clicking on the link titled, ‘Make a New Nickname’.She tried lots of combinations, hoping to pick something attractive that suited her. Everything she came up with was either Balçova Escort depressing or boring. Or funny, which missed the point of making a new name. She was about to give up when it dawned on her. kurious.The ‘k’ made her a bit quirky, which she was, with her weird attraction to candles and sandalwood, not to mention her anti-designer dress sense. Well, except for lingerie. She had a definite liking for anything that made her feel sexy. Concealed lacy underthings certainly did that. Also, she wanted to say she was shy, thus she changed the first letter from a capital to a small one.Also kurious spoke of her nature. She was curious. Very curious. About lots of things. She kept her profile simple and to the point. She hoped it sounded sexy enough to at least get her a few nibbles.’20-year-old college girl, passing time but not wasting it. Not looking for anything specific, just friendly people. Open-minded, a bit shy, and yes, curious. Message me if you are genuine.’As she clicked ‘Accept’, she thought, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’.When she entered the chat rooms under her new name, she was unnoticed by those who usually greeted her. A few people welcomed her and one even asked if she’d been there before. “Not really,” Elaine replied. She ignored one idiot who sent her a private message asking her if she was curious about his ten-inch dick. He probably has a cock the size of a thimble, she thought, remembering MasterServant’s words.Until then, she hadn’t given much thought to ‘honesty on the net’. For some reason she felt oddly proud of herself. kurious was her. It was kind of liberating, not having to maintain a persona. And much easier to remember what she had said to whom. People seemed much nicer to kurious.Elaine thought she’d had a nice time, just talking to people and ignoring the rude ones. She figured it cut both ways and she blocked people who were out of line. It was a sedate visit, but also satisfying. She felt better about the person she was projecting on the net, and therefore felt better about herself. In less than an hour, all the regulars seemed to like her ‘just as she was’ and asked her to come back soon. As she was preparing to leave, MasterServant entered the lobby, greeted a couple of people, then slipped into a chat room called The BDSM Room.Strangely, Elaine’s heart raced. She wanted to follow him and talk to him some more. At least this time she could argue that she was exactly like her profile described. But then he’d probably guess it was her. She’d be caught, and he’d be proved right. The scenario didn’t appeal to Elaine at all. Maybe he would notice her again some day and she could just start over.Oh well, she thought as she clicked out of the chat rooms and opened a paper she was working on. Her determination didn’t last long. She didn’t much like the Accountancy class she was in, and soon found she wasn’t in the mood to study.With a sudden thought, she opened an Internet page and typed in the URL for Google and hitting return. Elaine typed BDSM in the query box and waited a moment for the search to be processed. Her eyes widened as she read the first choice Google had selected for her. She glanced up to the corner of the page and she was shocked to see five and a half million results had been generated. Five and a half million?She swallowed and reread the first ‘hit’. “Spanking and bondage?” Elaine asked aloud. “What the hell?” The second ‘hit’ began with a definition, but she only could read a few lines then it stopped mid-sentence. She’d have to click on the link to see the rest. Her cursor hovered over it as she quickly read down the list of results. They all sounded similar.Click.************************** Elaine checked her watch and realised she’d been following links and reading voraciously for two hours. So many things had caught her eye. It was amazing. Like a whole new world had opened before her. She never knew any of this even existed. Well that wasn’t exactly true, but almost everything she had known was wrong. People didn’t just beat on others for a thrill without the others consent. In fact, from what she’d read, very little at all could be done without someone’s consent. First of all they’d have to consent to what was going to be done, then it would happen. She hadn’t thought there was any structure at all.Elaine knew the terms masochist and sadist. She knew they were names for the ‘fetishes’ of real people. She just figured that for some sick reason, there were people who actually liked being beaten on, so they sought out people who liked beating. It had all seemed quite unimaginable before she’d begun reading.’Spanking’ had done it though. Well, ‘Introduction to Spanking’ actually. When the list of articles popped up on her screen and she read down the headings, her jaw dropped and her heart rate accelerated. When she got to the end of the list, her eyes settled on the one titled, ‘Introduction to Spanking’. Elaine could feel her cheeks starting to burn as the humiliating image of herself d****d over Kendra’s lap and receiving a spanking passed across her blurred eyes. Her nipples tingled and screwed into hard little points. Clicking the link and trying to breathe normally, she realised she was wet between her legs.With refocussed eyes, Elaine consumed the text and was surprised by the amount of it, the attached advice articles, and the quality of the information. And it was all on a relatively large and apparently respected site.There weren’t any pictures though, but Elaine didn’t mind. The pictures in her mind were enough. Spanking and bondage, flogging, tickling, foot worship, caning, which she did NOT read about. Limits, contracts, play parties, dominants, submissives. The list was endless. She was fascinated in a voyeuristic kind of way. It was just ‘stuff she didn’t know’. That’s all. Or at least that’s how she justified spending two hours reading about it.After all, she was kurious.

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Impregnation game using a funnelImpregnation game using a funnelIt is just so very slutty to get impregnated from a funnel, especially with multiple guys contributing sperm. I love the videos our avid members have found and contributed. I hope there are more posts and videos coming.A SEXY PREG RISK GAMEWhat I think would be sexy is a game at a swingers club or at a breeding party.Everyone signs waivers saying no one else will be held responsible for any results and it is fully consensual. STD test results can be exchanged or tests taken then if there are questions about this aspect. It may be agreed to skip testing if this is part of the risk or if they feel at ease with knowing the others.The timing is decided by the best date to put the greatest number of women into their fertile cycle. This would really work best if they were college roommates with synchronized periods.Say 6 couples with the wives or GF’s all unprotected except for condoms and all willing to take the “ultimate risk”. Even better if they are there to see another cunt take the babymaking sperm as they do not want a baby as that makes the risk even higher for them. There are 2 or 3 extra males to let the gals have more sex and sperm. The extras would preferably be of another race to and an extra thrill to the “ultimate risk”. Especially if the looser did not want a baby, but agreed to take the risk thinking she would luck out.All the guys wear Alaçatı Escort condoms. this is not just for protection, but to keep the sperm at body temperature and thus at full potency. They keep them on until it is time to “donate” the sperm. Keeps the semen well stored and gives them a new feeling if any want to jerk off for a better chance of planting their “fuck trophy” in the looser women (AKA the “cum dumps”).The start is to have the couples all fucking another man’s partner. One or two couples loose. If two it is the one where the male comes first and the male comes last, otherwise the two draw cards to see who the real looser (or winner) is.Now the extras get their turn, but the 2 loosers do not get more cock as they lost. If there is an extra female or two then the males most closest to the middle of the first round of breeding fucking get another chance.Now there are 10 loads of sperm stored nice and warm in condoms for the two losers. The loosers now “assume position”. The two lay on their back, draw up their knees until their puss is pointed straight up in the air. They lay puss to puss so they support each other and will stay that way when legs are released. Both are now resting on stheir shoulders and have a properly exposed upright cunt for use.One funnel is used going to a clear plastic tube which is split in two, each split ending up resting on the cervix Alaybey Escort of a looser. A speculum is used to spread apart their cunt walls so all can see the coming semen pool inside them.A webcam is used with laptops so everyone, including the two breedees, can see the sperm enter and pool inside them and slowly cover and drown their poor unprotected babymaking cervix.Now comes the decision on how to donate the sperm:1. All 10 condoms are emptied into a prewarmed beaker and then slowly poured into the funnel.2. The condoms are removed from the male donors, mixed so it is random which one is used first, then each one is slowly poured into the funnel.3. The two or three black or brown breeders have their sperm used first to give them the greatest chance of causing a mixed race baby. More risk and anxiety, especially for any married babymaker who does not want a baby, especially a coloured one.4. Would the sperm of the two loosing males be used or discarded, say into the mouths of the two loosing breeding bitches?Each woman sees the sperm slowly descend the tube into their their puss, then get to see it slowly pool above their cervix and teach it’s opening. They have plenty of time to beg to be spared an unwanted conception as they see their fate slowly come down the tube and then drown their cervix. “Noooo, stop it before it enters me. I DONT WANT TO BE AN UNWED Aliağa Escort MOTHER!””Please, I am unwed and it would embarrass my family. I never thought I would be the looser”.The other women cheer in with terms such as “preg the bitches” and “give them a black baby” and “that is what you deserve for talking me into this!” (That from the other funneled woman).The clits on the the two breedies can be manipulated by them for greater breeding thrills or, if they are bound and handcuffed, then played with by the other women to give them a nice climax as the sperm inundates their at risk cervix and pours into their unprotected womb. Of course the more climaxes the better the chance of conception. “Oh please do not make me cum! Noooooooo, I don’t want a baby!” they beg as they see their cervix draw up more sperm in a healthy climax.Women, think of how you would feel as you are positioned, then see the babymaking sperm slowly make it’s way down inside to your unprotected womb. How likely would it be to stay there for a full nine months? No idea of who the daddy is, or even what race it may be.Women, how would it feel knowing your fate as a breeding bitch? Knowing you had signed away your right to protest so you would get bred not matter what?WOMEN, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU CAUGHT? Please post..Now if you realy want to increase the danger, then after all the babymaking sperm has drained into the ripe at risk fertile pussies, use a Softcup to keep the sperm next to the cervix. they can not be removed for the next 12 hours. This is how a slut should be treated. As a breeding bitch for random male cock. the ultimate in sluttishness.Related to the story :www.early-pregnancy-tests.com/softcup.htmlwww.softcup.comCOMMENTS WELCOME!

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Story: First MeetingHere’s a story I wrote upon the request of a Domme I was corresponding with.The Taking-Arrival-I arrive at your hotel room as instructed at 7:30pm precisely. I knock twice on the door and wait for you to open it. You are as prompt as. You command me to the center of the room with a silent gesture. You then speak to me but in a friendly tone. Making sure I am really ready to go through with submitting to you. Of course, I am. I have wanted this so badly for so long.-Inspection-You order me to disrobe and neatly fold my clothes and place them on a chair. Then you command me to stand at attention for your inspection. You tell me to stand with my legs spread three feet apart with my fingers interlaced and hands behind my head in the middle of the room so that you may inspect me from any angle at your whim. You circle me inspecting your new toy.You enjoy the lines of my biceps and triceps created by the tension of holding my hands behind my head as commanded. You trace my arm muscles with your finger appraising me as you do so. You circle around and inspect my the curves of my ass patting and poking to check it’s firmness and muscularity. Then it’s on to my thighs and calves which are straining from having my legs spread so far apart. I am wondering when you are going to inspect my cock, but I know you are purposefully ignoring it right now. You have all the time you want to inspect me, so why rush it?I am enjoying the surrender of being naked in your presence while you are fully clothed. You have yet to speak to me so I wonder what your appraisal of my body is so far. I do so hope it pleases you. You are behind me and I can feel your hot breath on my neck just before you reach between my legs to grab my balls. First, you pull them down and away from my body in a good stretch, which causes me to moan. Then you hold them in your hand as if you are weighing them.You finally speak and say “My balls sure seem full of cum. When was the last time you orgasmed, slave?” I respond “Mistress, it has been two weeks as you instructed.” I need not tell you that my cock is at full attention and has been for some time. Now you also comment on how you like how I shaved my ass crack from top to bottom leaving my asshole hairless for you to play with as you like. Hearing your commanding voice excites me even move. I think my cock is starting to drip pre-cum already.You toy with my asshole as you continue to gently stretch my balls. I am moaning from your dual attentions and your hot breath still on my neck. You are doing a great job of playing my body like an instrument. After several minutes of fingering my asshole and massaging and stretching my balls, you walk back in front of me and begin to really evaluate my cock. You lightly bat it around to see how it bounces as you inspect the length, weight and thickness of it. You scoop the pre-cum that is dripping from the head up with your index finger before bringing it to your lips for a taste. You only taste a little and have me clean Escort the rest from your finger.You grab a leather ball stretcher and place it on my shaved scrotum with 8 ounces of weights on it. Then you are going to pay some serious attention to that cock you have been fantasizing about. You begin to stroke it slowly with a loose grip to tease me as you watch my reactions to your touch. You begin to tell me how much you like my cock and all the things you want to do to it as you increase the tempo and firmness of your stroking. I am getting hornier and hornier as you toy with my cock and tell me all the things you are going to do to me, all the things you are going to do to my cock, balls, ass and nipples and all the things you are going to make me do to myself and you. The combination of your handling of my cock and your erotic descriptions are bring me closer and closer to orgasm.You sense this and stop stroking my cock. You retreat a few feet from me to you can take me and my cock in from a distance as I cool down. You tell me how much you like the look and feel of my shaved balls. After a few minutes of cooling down and observation, you come over and take my cock into your mouth. Your excellent skill at fellatio immediately has an effect upon me. I am putty in your mouth. You can get me to do anything you want, if you only promise to give me the orgasm I so desperately need. You suck and stroke my cock for what seem like hours to me in my heighten state of sexual arousal, but it’s really only been another 25 minutes. You know I am close to cuming, so you stop your fellation so I can cool down again.You circle around my body again to have one last inspection. You poke, prod and pinch as you see fit to assess your new slave. Finally after you satisfied with your inspection of me. You inform me that you are going to prepare me to serve you. You walk behind me and get something off the dresser. Next you tell me to turn my feet inwards and to bend at the waist until my upper body is parallel with the floor. You lube my asshole with what feel like very cold lube. You tell me to relax grab the weights hanging from the ball stretcher and begin to insert a medium sized butt plug into my tight ass. I know this will help prepare me for what is to come later. You tell me how much you are looking forward to fucking my ass with your strap-on and this plug is small compared to what awaits me.You order to to re-assume the inspection position. Now you attach some mild nipple clamps linked together with a chain to my erect little nipples. I groan as you tighten them. I know they will start to go slightly numb soon, but right now even the mild ones are intense. Lastly you add some leather restraints to my ankles and wrists. You tell me you want me to remember my place and hope it won’t be necessary to use them, but in any case you like the look of them upon my body.-Worship-You tell me it is time to show my devotion to you. You order me to kneel down in front of your clothed body Escort Bayan and begin worshiping your feet. First, I kiss your tall black heels, then the black fishnets encasing your ankles. I kiss back down over the top of your foot and begin kissing each toe through the stockings. After 15 minutes of this service, you remove your heels and have me lick and kiss the soles of your feet through the dark stockings.You removed one then the other stockings as you have me lick and suck each toe to your satisfaction. I spend an imperceivable amount of time attending to each and every book and cranny of your feet, toes and ankles. You tell me how wet my service is making you. You tell me to stroke my cock for you without cuming the entire rest of the time I am worshiping you.I feel like there is a puddle of precum forming on the floor beneath my drooling cock. You have me lick and suck your beautifully shaved pussy and asshole next with my head under your hiked-up skirt. I am completely devoted to pleasing you through my oral ministrations upon your beautiful ass, clitoris and labia. You tell me what a good job I am doing and how aroused you are by my attentions. I really don’t know how long my face has been between your legs or cheeks. I do know I am incredibly horny.You tell me that I have done an excellent job and you would like me to continue for much longer, but you and I have more to do together. You tell me you have to take me and make me yours.-The Taking-You have me lay back on the bed with my legs spread and pulled back toward my chest so you can remove the butt plug I have been wearing the whole time I was worshiping you. As you are pulling firmly on the ballstretcher, you move the plug in and out teasing my ass, fucking it, right before you pull it out leaving my hole gapping and begging for some of your attention. You supply it starting with one finger which doesn’t fill the void left by the plug.You know I want more because you can see the desire in my face. You grant me more as you work a second finger in and out of my asshole. That feels almost as filling as the plug, but you don’t stop there as you work in a third finger. I try to squirm away, but your firm grip on the ball stretcher only gets firmer and your pulling and pushing leaves me no escape. This third finger is stretching me more than the plug was. I am trying to adjust to the additional intrusion, but I am enjoying it nonetheless. You tell me I will be glad to be stretched like this before you take me with your strap-on and make me yours. Once you feel like my ass has relaxed to fully accept your three lovely fingers, you toy with me for a few more minutes before telling me you are going to get ready to fuck me. You command me to finger my ass for you to keep it ready and relaxed, while you change and put on your strap-on.You tell me what a little anal slut I am as I finger my ass with three of my fingers as you ordered. I am your total anal slut. My fingers are a little larger than yours, Bayan Escort so I am getting stretched a bit more. I don’t mind. I want to please you. I want to take everything you are going to give me. You begin to disrobe. I am finally going to get to see you naked. My cock twitches and leaks pre-cum over my stomach as I pump my ass for you. You are gorgeous. I want you to take me so badly. You are naked and begin putting on the harness and strap-on. I have been waiting to be taken like this for so long. I am some what intimidated by the size of the strap-on you choose.You rub some lube on the strap-on, as you tell me that you choose this particular one since it was a close in length and girth to my own as you could find with out going smaller. You tell me all the those girls I’ve fucked in the ass took my cock, so I should have no problem taking something about the same size as my own. You are so deliciously evil. My cock is drooling precum as you approach me stroking the lube over the length of your silicone shaft. You tell me to stop being such a slut and stop fingering my ass. I do.You begin to rub the thick head of your silicone cock against my asshole. You’re teasing me with it. You tease me and tell me what the rest of the night will entail. You say that you are going to fuck me in the ass until I have cum so many times that I have nothing left to shoot. When you have milked all the cum from my balls with your strap-on, I will know that I am your slave and belong to you. You are intending to fuck with your strap-on me until I empty my balls all over myself. I almost cum there between your manual and verbal teasing. You are still teasing my hole with the head working it in a half inch and them back out. I want it so bad.You tell me there is one thing for me to do before you fuck me. I have to beg you to fuck my ass with your strap-on until my balls are empty and I belong to you as your new personal slave. I beg and beg. You make me beg for five minutes, teasing my ass the whole time. Once satisfied you hold the ballstretcher and work the strap-on all the way into my ass and let me get accommodated to it. It’s stretching me with it’s length and girth.You work my ass and tease my cock and balls until I have cum five times all over myself. You can see the amount of cum I am producing is diminishing significantly now. You generously remove my nipple clamps and fuck me to one more dry orgasm with my nipples screaming in pain the entire way from the fresh blood flow to them. My stomach and chest are covered with my cum. You are glistening from the exertion. You scoop as much of the cum as you can and shovel it into my ass with your fingers. You own my ass now. It is gaping wide open for you.-Conclusion-After I am completely spent from your incredible strap-on fucking I need to rest. You put a good sized trailer hitch type butt plug in my tender ass to hold my cum in there, remove the weights from the ballstretcher and tell me it is time for sleep and that you will show me what it means to be an owned slave for the rest of the weekend starting in the morning. You connect each wrist restraint to the other, as well as the two ankle restraints. I drift off to sleep thinking of how you are going to use me, your new slave.

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when I was young…..I guess you could say I am a little screwed up. If you are reading this post, you would of course see that I am a male to female crossdresser. There is a story behind why I started to dress… but it starts with a stranger part of my life….When I was young….about 14, I had an a moment I had a moment that I would never forget. It was summer, and I was hanging around with my sister. She was 2 years older than me. We were talking about relationships and and what kinds of things that we had done…. sexually. I was young and kissing was the only thing I was able to do. I had Escort tried to get to second, but the girls I picked would not let me. My sister was very pretty and very mature for her age. She was athletic and had a beautiful body… very large breasts, and a nice round bum. As she talked about her experience, I was shocked to learn…. she had none! She had only kissed boys, no touching, no nothing. She was nervous about not touching the guy right, or what to do? I asked her if she has ever seen a cock before… and she replied,”only in magazines.” I couldn’t believe it… she was Escort Bayan very pretty, and had the pick of any guy she wanted? Then she asked me something I would never forget…..”Can you show me what it looks like?” I couldn’t believe it! This was getting very interesting, very fast! I un-zipped my pants and showed her my cock. I was standing as she layed on her stomach facing me. She pulled herself closer to the edge of the bed staring at my dick. It was starting to slowly rise, and she smirked.”Why are you growing?” I told her that I was getting excited and I was sorry….”Maybe Bayan Escort I should put my pants back on.” She sat up on the bed and told me not to. So there I was. Standing in front of my sister with just a shirt on, my pants around my ankles, and a smile.”Can I touch it? I want to see what it feels like.” I nodded and she lightly put her hand underneath my so very hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it slowly, back and forth.”It feels so soft… I love the way it feels!” She sped up the pace and I started moaning…. she looked up and kept stroking, and in no time I came.This was just the start of a short lived experience that I had with my sister. The dressing came after, but the in-between stuff was unforgetable! I really miss those days…….Please comment if you want to hear more of my experiences?

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wife becomes a slut in buswife fucked in busHi readers, i am back with a true story and believe me its one of the rarest and actual incident happened in a delhi blue line bus. The guy who had sent this incident to me had read my earlier incidents in delhi buses and wanted to share his piece of experience happened before his eyes to his wife in a crowded delhi bus ride.He is happy that this incident changed his sex life and made her wife a sexy slut who was very conservative before this incident.It was a wedding in our house and I had gone with my wife to Karol bagh for shopping, It turned out to be late and to add to our misery it started raining heavily as no auto wala was intrested in going to Pashim Vihar, we had no other option but to take an bus. It was raining heavily and this had resulted in total darkness outside.I along with my wife Seema was waiting for bus and she almost gone drenched with water and her sari was now showing her meetly body to all the viewers.But the moment bus came, It seemed almost everyone in the city was taking buses. Though we have never in our life travelled like this, we had no choice today.My 35 year old wife Seema was very agitated. “Adi, bus par kaise ghar jaa sakte hain” she asked.?“We have to” I replied “we have no choice.”She looked tired, her sari was crumpled and her hair looked uncombed ..After a long wait, the the bus number we were looking out for arrived. But, even before it could stop, scores of people started rushing inside. We had to run along too. I kept my wife in front of me, and pushed her inside the door, along with other people. A wave of people pushed us inside anyway. My main worry was seema, more than my own well-being.In a few seconds the bus was full. By the time bus started for its destination I had barely managed to get up the steps. I looked around for seema to find her well inside the bus. I heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t seem to be injured or anything like that. She was holding onto the handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with the other hand.The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was really looking forward to reaching home and getting out of this bus soon.As the bus made its way through the watery roads, I looked around me. Almost everyone looked tired and drenched with water. Then I looked at my wife. She too looked sleepy and her eyes seemed to be closing now and then. Poor her, what all she had to go through, I thought as I looked at her lovingly. Despite her tired and ruffled looks, she still looked pretty.As I was in my thoughts, my eyes fell on the people behind her. I realized there were no women where she was standing. I felt protective and tried moving towards her. But people got irritated at my movement.“Aree, chup chap khade raho” one guy urged “kahan jagah hai jaane ko” ?Still amidst irritation of other passengers I managed to move a few feet towards her. As I was trying to wriggle my way. I noticed the guy standing right behind her. He was very close behind my wife and was trying to look down her shoulder. My wife’s eyes were closed and she didn’t realize her pallu had fallen over exposing her blouse. And I knew what this guy was up to, what he was trying to see.I tried to make my way towards my wife, but was becoming increasingly difficult. Even people were getting seriously angry with me. And I couldn’t possibly shout at my wife to tell her to pull up her pallu. It would be very embarrassing. So I helplessly looked at the man trying to peep into my wife’s blouse. I was wriggling my way inch by inch as I kept my eyes on this ugly looking man. Though I still didn’t manage to get close enough to ward off this guy, I managed to get to a position where I had a clearer view. And for the first time I noticed more !!This guy was pretending to move with every movement of the bus and whenever The bus would go over a bump or a ditch, he would take the opportunity to press onto my wife ! My wife who still looked asleep didn’t realize what was happening .I was raging with anger. I wanted to push aside all the other passengers and go up to this guy and punch him. I would have actually implemented my thoughts, but something inside me told me to stop. I didn’t know what it was, but an impulsive reaction made me stop right in my place.My wife’s pallu had dropped from her shoulder and was resting on her arms, exposing substantial portions of her blouse. Her ample breasts tightly filled her blouse and the man seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing.Getting no reaction from my sleeping wife, the man seemed to get bolder. In the beginning he would press only during a bump or a jerk of the bus, but now he kept pressing against her, even when the bus was Escort on smoother roads.I could see his groin was pressing against my wife’s back. No one else could notice it in the crowded bus, unless one specifically wanted to, like me.I realized the man had slowly began to move his groin up and down against my wife’s ass. Very gently as not to be noticed. He suddenly looked around to see if anyone was watching him, and I swung my head away in time.After a few seconds I turned my head back to see him continue do what he was doing. He must have thought she was traveling alone.I pretended to sleep too, but kept looking at him with one eye.All of a sudden the bus came to a halt. It was dev nagar bus stop.Hardly any people got down, but more people got in and it became very chaotic inside. I could hear people shouting at each other. In the melee I could see another guy, standing next this ugly chap, move next to my wife. And then this new guy, pretended as if there was a push from the crowd from the other end and moved right in front of my wife. My wife woke up startled.“Dhaka kyun de rahe ho” my wife asked angrily “aur mujhe peeche kyun kia“ ?“sorry madam, bus stop mein aur log andar aaye, unhone dhaka diya mujhe” he replied apologetically“ thodi der ki baat hai, please adjust kar lijiye”On hearing the apologetic tone of this man, my wife calmed down. The bus started moving.My wife pulled up her pallu, and held the handle above with both her hands as the seat handle was out of reach now.The way the guy in front had been looking at this ugly man behind my wife, I realized that they were friends or atleast known to each other. Maybe it was their ploy. My wife was now right in between them. But she didn’t realise it, or atleast didn’t notice anything unusual. She was in middle of packed bus and I was also closeby so she must have felt safe. It didn’t take her long to doze off.The man behind was soon upto his tricks. His gyrations began. His face was also very close to my wife’s shoulder. The back of Seema’s blouse was also pretty low cut, exposing a lot of her skin. And as both her hands were holding the handle above, it exposed her armpits through her sleeveless blouse. This must have been having an arousing effect on the man, as he increased the speed of his gyrations. My wife was still asleep.The man shifted his head to the other side of my wife’s arms, and now he was at a sniffing distance of my wife’s armpits ! And it almost seemed he was doing just that. Smelling the scent of my wife’s armpits …The man in front now gently and slowly started to press backwards. My wife was tightly sandwiched in between them.The man behind must have got terribly aroused as he suddenly put his hands on Seema’s ass. He kept it still for a moment, and then pushed his hands further to the front of Seema..She must have been really very tired due to excessive shopping and sleepy as she still kept sleeping.Finally his hands were on her blouse and we doing everything very quietly as nobody should notice it.He very gently rubbed her nipples over her blouse with one finger. After almost five minutes of doing that, he moved his hand over the exposed area of her waist. After lying still on her waist, he moved his hands further down till it was on the fold of her sari in her lower stomach.My wife was clearly oblivious to all this. But then she woke up with a start, as he pushed his hand into her sari.She didn’t even have enough time to realize what was happening as this man quickly pushed his hand deep into her sari till her crotch with one push.She mumbled, but must have realized, that she couldn’t shout and attract attention with this man’s hand in her sari. It would be too embarrassing. She tried to wriggle out, but the man just kept his hand inside.My wife’s face was distorting due to the effort she was putting in trying to free herself and also due to her anger. But she had to be careful not to draw other people’s attention to what was happening.My wife brought one of her hands down and tried to pull out this man’s hand from her sari. She kept wriggling but suddenly the man gave one hard push downwards, and she stopped still for a moment. Her eyes closed tight as if in pain and her hands tightly gripped this man’s hands. Though my wife couldn’t see the man’s face, he could see my wife’s face.Seeing Seema’s reaction, I could see he began to move his hands in her sari. Sort of up and down or rather in and out movement. Was his hands on my wife’s vagina…or even inside ?I could feel my cock stir. I was feeling guilty at being aroused on seeing my wife being m*****ed in the bus, but I couldn’t help my reactions.For a few seconds my wife’s eyes remained closed and her teeth Escort Bayan were clenched tight. Suddenly she opened her eyes, as if she realized something. She looked around. Perhaps searching for me. I ducked out of her sight, but still could see her from the gap of two persons. She had a puzzled look on her face on not finding me. She must have thought I have got a place to sit or am far away. Her only source of help was not to be seen and she was very tensed and worried .If I was not so turned on, I would have whacked the daylights out of this man. I was feeling sorry for my wife, but also aroused at the same time. My arousal won over my guilt and shame and I kept watching .The man bent down over my wife’s shoulders as if to reach further below with his hands. His hands definitely had an in and out movement inside her sari as my wife struggled helplessly to free herself. Her teeth were clenched continouosly.This man had perhaps done this to several other women earlier, as he could anticipate their reaction. He must have known from past experience that once you have your hands in women’s clothes, they are not going to create a scene and draw attention. He had safely counted on that, with my wife too, and it seemed to be working. He grew bolder and placed his other hand on my wife’s breast.And I was certain his fingers were certainly inside my wife’s vagina. Whenever my wife would use all her force to pull out his hand, he would push it harder in, freezing my wife, most likely in pain or the shock. My cock was becoming erect.Slowly, he increased the pace of the movement of his hand and my wife unable to struggle. With the other hand the man started to squeeze my wife’s breasts too, which made my wife go weak. She let loose her grip on his hands, as she was unable to even stand properly.The two guys on either side of them were watching wide-eyed, oblivious to my wife. The m*****or knew that they were being watched, but guess he was enjoying having an audience.The man Now moving his groin against Anu’s ass as if he was fucking her from behind.Seema was too weak to struggle. She just stood motionless, infact her body was falling backward on the man for support.The man looked around again to see if anyone was watching, apart from the two guys on next him. His head was still but hands were moving fast. No one could make that out because of the bumpy bus ride and almost all other passengers were busy in themselves as well.As the man kept moving his fingers in and out of my wife’s vagina, she almost reclined her head on his chest. The man was now very emboldened, certain that she wont scream or shout. He withdrew his other hand from her blouse and reached for her sari. He bent a bit and held the bottom part of her sari and slowly began to pull it up, exposing Seema’s legs. He pulled it up further, exposing her thigh’s now. Realizing what was happening, my wife looked alarmed. But the man held the sari in between her ass and his crotch and with his free hand pressed her boobs hard. It was enough to freeze her. Seema was too nervous and tense to say or do anything.From above, her sari looked normal but if one looked further below, one could see her sari had been pulled up till her ass, exposing her thighs and even a bit of her buttocks. I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams, my wife semi-naked like this in a bus and being fingered by a stranger, an ugly mean looking stranger. I had a raging hard on.The man then deftly unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock to the view of atleast three spectators, including me.My eyes popped out. His cock was massive.He pointed it towards my wife’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. Was he going to penetrate my wife right in middle of the bus. My wife had no idea what to expect as she was facing the other side.Not wanting to take any risk regarding my wife’s reaction, he waited for the bus to go over a big bump before he did anything more. And he didn’t have to wait for long.As the bus rocked from side to side, while going over a rough patch on the road. The man took advantage of the situation and pretended to fall over her and in the process pushed his cock onto my wife’s vagina. It didn’t go in, in the first attempt, but it made my wife panic. Her eyes opened wide, and before she could protest verbally the bus went over another bump. The man pretended to fall on her again and this time he was inside her. Oh what a sight. My wife being fucked right in middle of a packed bus !She was in state of shock. Only muffled cries were coming from her mouth. Her eyes were wet with tears. But the man had no time for that, as he pushed harder to penetrate my wife even deeper.Satisfied, his cock was fully inside her Bayan Escort vagina, he stood still, as if to gauge her reaction. She was motionless too, just tears building up in her eyes. Definitely she couldn’t attract any attention now from fellow passengers. She was in a very vulnerable and helpless state.He seemed to be in no hurry, knowing well, that she was under his complete control.He began to move his cock in and out. My wife again shut her eyes and clenched her teeth.He was moving deep in and out, but in a restrained way with minimal ass movement as not to attract the attention of the man standing behind him.After a minute or two of continuous fucking, my wife’s lips parted. I could see even her body had begun to move – moving to the rhythm of the man’s body ! I couldnt believe it. Was my wife beginning to enjoy it ?The very thought brought out precum from my cock.I was watching this man fucking my wife right in middle of the bus. He was trying to keep a straight face so that if others see him, they shouldn’t be able to make out whats Going on. But my wife was having a difficult time trying to keep a straight face. With every stroke from the man’s cock, her lips would part and I think they were accompanied by soft moans too. She was definitely enjoying her m*****ation.The man was soon cumming.His body stiffened and he started ejaculating his cum inside my wife ! I think the liquid in her womb made her squirm even more out of pleasure.The man’s limp cock flopped out from my wife’s pussy. I could see his semen was trickling out of my wife’s pussy onto her thighs.Satisfied, he looked at the two guys watching him and winked. The guys had a smile on their face and one of them whispered something in the ears of the guy who had just fucked my wife. He smiled and exchanged places with the new guy., is the other guy going to fuck my wife too, I thought. He did exactly that. My wife must have know it’s a new guy, but she was far too aroused to bother, I guess.Then a very surprising thing happened. The second guy watching it, caught hold of my wife’s hand and guided it to his crotch. He unzipped his trousers and put her hand in. My wife didn’t need any persuasion as she began to fondle his cock as the other guy kept fucking her. My wife masturbated the man to his climax and he came all over her hand . And soon the man fucking my wife followed. He pulled out his dick and came on her ass.What a sight it was. It was unbelievable. These guys had turned my wife into a horny slut. As the pulled up their zips, I could see my wife was still squirming. I wondered why. But soon I could see that the man in front of her was fingering her pussy, though he was facing away from her. He kept fingering her for a while.Her eyes were closed as the fingers of her fellow passengers kept fingering her pussy and she was really enjoying the sensation in that packed bus where so many noises were not letting her moans to get louder.This obscene show of my wife went on for around 10 minutes as the guys watched my wife in awe. Her body was almost dancing on the fingers of the man in front of her.Suddenly she broke out into spasms. She was having a orgasm, right in front of the lustful eyes of her co-passengers. Her orgasm hit her hard. While trying to not let out loud moan she snuggled her face onto the shoulders of the man in front of her. Her whole body seemed to be resting on the man masturbating her. She violently began to rub her crotch against his fingers and also against his body.she came crashing back to reality. I could see she was feeling very ashamed. She couldn’t raise her head or look at anyone. Not even search for me.Luckily she didn’t have to bear the discomfort for long. Our bust stop arrived within 5 minutes.A few people got down there. Luckily none were those guys. She looked for me as she got down. I went up to her as the bus left.“Baby, hope you were fine” I said as if I didn’t know what happened” I was on the other side of the bus”“yes, it was ok” she said, though she looked apparently shaken“But you look weak” I said“Oh nothing, just exhaustion, ghar chalte hain.” She replied..I disclosed this incident with her after one week and she started weeping but seeing my cool reaction and after i too disclose that i liked the show and it was my desire to see her in this state with a stranger gave her a sight of relief and she admitted that she had faced such incidents in buses before also while going to offices but this was the awesome and she liked it very much.Its my request to all the females and couples who feel that yes they enjoy these type of activities and a lot of females who feel that these incidents had become a routine affair in buses and they had started enjoying them as small oral funs then please write back to me and if any female or Couple feel that i can be of any help to them in making any of their sexy adventure dream fulfill then please get in touch with me at [email protected]

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