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You emerge from the bathroom and take a quick look around. The TV is on and paused; porn, there’s a towel hiding a small collection of what you assume are toys, and Caitlin is sitting on the bed, her back against the wall, waiting patiently.

She beckons and you hurry over, obediently climbing on the bed, in between her legs, your back pressed to her front. “Feet here,” she prompts, patting the bed on either side of her legs. You bend your knees and place your feet on the outside of her legs.

She loves this position almost as much as you do. It’s the easiest for her to hold you open and on display, whether for the camera, another playmate, or herself.

It seems to be the latter tonight, as you realize there’s a mirror next to the TV. She hits play and the video starts, a blonde, alone, but in the same position you’re in.

She grabs a vibrator and slips it in her mouth to wet it, then she moans loudly as she presses it against her clit. She keeps it there for a moment before moving it down and slipping it inside her pussy.

You’re excited already, acing Bayan Eskort to be touched. The same blue vibrator appears in Caitlin’s hand as she brings it to your mouth. You suck on it for a moment before she teases you with it, holding it against your clit and turning the dial.

“Ohhhh fuck me,” you gasp, it feels so good.

“That’s my plan, baby girl,” she says, bringing the toy to your entrance. “Hmmmm?” She hums.

You nod eagerly, and she plunges the toy into your already dripping cunt. Your head lolls back against her shoulder as she fucks you. “Watch,” she orders, moving your head back so you can see the video.

On screen the blonde has temporarily abandoned the toy and is spreading lube on something plastic- it takes you a few moments to realize it’s a speculum, and you whine with need.

You watch as she slowly pushes the speculum inside herself and clicks it a few times, spreading herself open.

Caitlin digs under the towel and produces her own speculum- where and how she obtained it you had no idea. She generously coats it Anadolu Yakası Escort with lube, although you’re so wet at the thought, you know she doesn’t need the extra.

Very carefully, she presses the speculum inside you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. There are none, you’re enjoying this way more than you feel like you should be.

You moan loudly when you feel the pressure as she starts to open it. “That’s it, relax, open up for me,” she coaxes.

You take a couple deep breaths, it’s not painful at all, just a little odd, and you’re unable to tear your gaze from the mirror as she pulls her hands away, leaving you wide and exposed by the piece of plastic.

The vibrator has made an appearance again; you can hardly even feel it as she feeds it into you through the speculum, but it’s an erotic sight to watch.

Finally she brings it back up to your clit and turns it on high. You squirm and tip your head back looking for kisses.

She obliges, and you moan as she licks her way into your mouth.

You hope the Pendik Escort speculum will become a regular part of your play. The heat is pooling low in your stomach, you’ve never been so close to coming so fast.

“You like this?” She asks. You nod, unable to speak. “Yeah, you do. I want to film you. Maybe tie you up and hold you open; let everyone watch as I loosen you up.”

“Please,” is all you can manage.

“Come for me, let me see how much you enjoy being stretched open like this.”

You shiver as she talks, you love any kind of dirty talk; you swear you could come just from her describing what she wants to do to you. Your hands scrabble for purchase and you wind up digging your nails into her thigh as your come. Your body tensed and you cry out loudly as your orgasm washes over you.

She turns the vibrator from high to low, you whimper and squirm so she takes pity on you and turns it off, tossing it on the bed.

She slips out from behind you, trying not to jostle you too much, and settles herself between your thighs. She closes the speculum and eases it out. She slips three fingers into you, pumping them roughly before adding a fourth.

Your breath hitches but she doesn’t try to push any farther. She places a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh and smiles. “We’ll work on that, shall we?”

“Yes, please.”

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Finally, she stands before me. She’s outside my door, looking at me shyly. “Can I come in?” she asks.

I stand aside to let her in. She walks by me as I check out her outfit. I asked her to wear it, but it turns me on that she actually wore it. I wonder if she wore what I told her not to.

Starting from the bottom, she’s wearing a pair of black Mary Janes with two-inch heels with white anklet socks. They make her bare legs very shapely all the way up to her very short plaid pleated skirt. The skirt barely covers her scrumptious butt as I see her thighs flair towards it. She wears a thin white blouse, tied just above her navel. The blouse isn’t quite thin enough to see what her charms are, but they move seductively as we walks by. Her reddish-brown hair is pulled back into a pair of pigtails.

She’s my ex. My sexy-as-hell ex has come over to show me she still wants to be my slut. I’m looking forward to seeing her body again and feeling it up against me. First, she has to make the move.

The center of the room has been cleared. I sit on the couch and look at her expectantly. “Are you serious?” she asks.

“Completely. I want to see you dance and do your best to seduce me. Do you want to be fucked or not?”

She pouts prettily, but nods. I put on some music and she starts to sway. Her body moves, her hands down her sides, pulling her blouse just a little tighter, showing me the shape of her breasts. As she rubs her hands back up her body, she raises the sides of her skirt, showing she’s not wearing panties. (Just as I asked.)

She dances for quite awhile, hinting at her assets without actually revealing anything. She’s good at this, although she doesn’t know it. My cock is aching, screaming for her.

She stops in front of me, smiling. She gives me a sly grin before spinning 180 degrees. Her skirts lifts just a little, giving a hint of what is to come.

She bends over slowly, right in front of me. The hem of her skirt rises slowly up her thighs, eventually revealing her ass and, ultimately, her pussy in all its glory. My cock almost blows from the sight.

She reaches back and flips her skirt over her hips, fully revealing her charms. She grins at me lewdly and says, “Would you like a taste?” Who am I to say no?

I lean forward and bury my face in her snatch. Oh, the taste and smell. I lick her clit up to her asshole, dipping my tongue in her slit as I go. I can hear her breathing increase as I lick all the places I know she likes. Her ass begins to sway back and forth as the passion starts to overtake her.

Unbeknownst to her, I pull down by pants and underwear, revealing my hard cock. I work her into a frenzy before I stop. She moans in frustration as I sit back on the couch with my rod sticking straight up. “Sit,” I say.

She reaches between her legs to grasp my manhood to position it as she lowers her dripping pussy onto me. My legs are together, so she is unable to lower herself completely. I reach forward and grab her breasts, pulling her back towards me. Her ass drops completely, impaling her on me. I pinch her nipples hard as she moans loudly from the penetration.

She leans back against me, impaled on me. Her legs are spread and her feet are off the floor, so she can’t move her body very much. She tries to grind her pussy on me, but in this position there’s nothing to contact her clit.

I continue İstanbul Escort to play with her breasts with one hand as I reach into her hair with another. I pull her hair fairly hard, yanking her head back and to one side.

“Horny, my little slut? Do you want to cum?”

“Yesss,” she moans.

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit with me inside of you.”

I spread my legs a little more, forcing her legs wider. She reaches down and I feel her fingers begin to touch her sensitive parts. Her movements become more limited as she is opened wider, but her hips gyrate mightily.

“That’s it. I know you’ve said you have to be comfortable to cum, but you’re not getting up until you do. You’re going to have an orgasm right here, on this couch, with my cock inside of you.”

I kiss her neck as she moans and gyrates, enjoying being a slut. She was always one that said she didn’t really like it, but once it was brought out, she was perfect at it.

While keeping a hold on her hair, I reach over to the remote control for the TV. “I remember when you used to me my slut all the time. That little cunt of yours was available for me to fill whenever I wanted. Remember that?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” she lets out.

I press a button on the remote and the TV comes on. Pictures of her in various stages of undress scroll past. Some with her tied down, bent over, or with my cock in her mouth.

“Look at what a slut you were. Nothing has changed, has it?”

She opens her eyes and I feel her stiffen. She hates seeing these pictures because she thinks they look awful. I haven’t been able to stop looking at them since she left because they look so good. Her fingers have stopped their play.

I pull her hair harder and I pinch her left nipple. “Don’t you dare stop. Keep fingering that pussy.”

She whimpers, but does what I say. I see that her eyes are closed tightly to block out the images. They continue to slide by on the screen.

“Open your eyes. Look at that pussy, those tits, that ass. Do it!”

She hesitantly opens her eyes. She alternates between whimpering and moaning as picture after picture of her nakedness shows.

I stop pinching her nipples so hard and go back to gently playing with her breasts. I still hold her head back, but alternate between kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.

“Look at how hot you look into those pictures. Such a beautiful slut. You used to love showing me that pussy of yours for me to photograph. It would get you so hot and wet, didn’t it?”

I can see the struggle in her face, but she finally utters a throaty, “Yes.”

“You knew what your body did to me, didn’t you? You loved turning me on, didn’t you? Say it!”

Her fingers on her clit have been slowly increasing in tempo. Her breathing is becoming quicker and shallower. I’m getting to her. “Yes, I loved turning you on.”

“You knew what effect you had on me, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You knew how hot you were and how to use your body to turn me on, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you do it?”

Her hips are moving constantly now and her fingers are almost a blur. “Because I wanted you to fuck me.”

“It’s more than that, isn’t it? You wanted to flaunt your body, to show me something. What was it you were trying to show me? Say it!”

“Ohhhh,” she moans.

I force her legs Escort Bayan wider, stretching her open fully. She can barely move her hips at all now. I start to play with her breasts a little rougher.

“You know what I want to hear. You’re trying to tell me something in these pictures. What was it?”

“No, I can’t say it,” she whimpers. Her fingers on her clit haven’t slowed down a beat though.

“Yes you can. Just admit it.”

In barely a whisper, “I’m a slut. I wanted you to treat me like a slut.”

I pull her head back a little further. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

A little louder, “I’m a slut.”

“I still can’t hear you.”

“I’m a slut! I wanted you to treat me like a slut and fuck me! I wanted you to use me!”

Her fingers are moving even quicker now. I’m rocking my hips myself, rubbing the head of my penis against her G-spot. I can tell she’s getting close to orgasm, but I’m not done with her yet.

“And you’re still a slut, aren’t you? You’re just a dirty slut who wants her cunt filled with cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes! I’m a dirty little slut! Oh god, I want to cum!”

I reach for the remote and hit another button. The picture changes to show her sitting on my lap, panting as her orgasm approaches, rubbing her pussy madly. I feel her body jolt against me, but she doesn’t stop. She finally sees the camera sitting next to the television, recording the whole thing. All she can do is moan.

“Yes, we’re making a new movie for me to enjoy later. Maybe I’ll tie you down and make you watch it.”

She doesn’t say anything. Her body and her mind are too caught up in the feelings radiating from her groin. I release her hair and grab both of her hands, keeping her from being able to bring herself off. She fights me, trying to get her hands lose. I bring them up to her breasts, which she begins to play with once she realizes I’m not letting go.

“Please. Let me go.”

“Why?”

“I want to cum.”

“Look at the camera and tell me why.”

She looks up towards the camera, giving one of her sultry looks, and says loudly, “I want to cum! I need it so bad!”

“Why do you need to cum so badly? Look at the camera and tell me your name and what you are.”

For a moment, I don’t think she’ll do it, but her hormones are far past the point of no return. She looks directly into the camera and says, “My name is Stephanie and I’m a slut! I need to cum because I’m a slut!”

I release her hands and she instantly starts rubbing her clit again. “Very good. Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to cum! My pussy needs it so bad!”

“Your pussy needs it? That dirty little cunt of yours, or do you need it?”

“Oh god,” she moans. She’s almost there. “My cunt needs it! I need it! I need it so bad!”

I’m unable to hold back any longer. I scream at her, “Are you ready slut? I’m going to fill your cunt with cum. You’re a fucking slut about to get filled like you want. Don’t you?”

“Yes, fill me with your cum! Fuck your slut!” My orgasm erupts and I buck underneath her.

“Cum for me now!” I scream. “Cum like the bitch you are!”

And she does. “Oh god. Oh yes. I’m a fucking slut! Fuck me!”

Her orgasm is so strong that her whole body goes into convulsions. She writhes on my lap, unable to control herself. Her pussy clamps down on Eskort my cock hard as wave after wave of bliss overcomes her. Her eyes have rolled into the back of her head and she can barely utter a few words betweens breaths.

“Oh god, so good… Fucking slut… Can’t stop… Dirty cunt… Fucking bitch…”

After a full minute, her body comes to a stop. She lies back against me, completely spent. I let her rest for a couple of minutes.

“How does it feel to admit what you are?”

“I’m not,” she says weakly.

“Not what?” I ask.

“A slut. I’m not a slut.” I can hear that she’s trying to convince herself of what she’s saying.

“Yes, you are. You’ll be much happier if you just admit it to yourself. You like turning guys on until they can’t keep their hands off of you. You want to be fucked and filled and used as a sex toy, don’t you?”

All she can do is moan. I see a tear fall from one eye.

“Let yourself go. Admit it to yourself. Admit it to me. Right here in front of the camera.”

She whispers very softly, “I’m a slut.”

“You’ll have to be louder than that.”

She lifts her head and opens her eyes. For a second, I think she’s going to look at the camera, but instead she looks me in the eyes and I see a new sparkle in them.

In a normal voice, she says, “I am a slut. I really am. I like to turn you on and make you horny. I like dressing up to turn you wild. I like being used for sex.”

I kiss her deeply and passionately, showing how proud I am of her. I knew she had internal barriers in her mind about this, so I know how hard it was for her to admit it. I hold her close and just enjoy having her in my arms.

We sit like that for awhile, my manhood still inside of her. We eventually break the kiss and start noticing everything around us. The camera is still recording everything and her body is on total display.

I bring my legs together and she gets up. She immediately places her hand over her pussy to keep from dripping. She starts to move towards the bathroom until I grab her free arm.

“No cleaning up. You’re going out the way you are. Whatever comes out, either let it drip down your leg or eat it.”

She moves over to where the camera can see both of us. She brings the hand from her pussy up and shows me the load of cum that had spilled out. She makes sure that both me and the camera get a good look. She gives me a sultry look and then she brings it up to her mouth, licking her hand clean.

She pushes me back against the couch and gets down on her knees in front of me, pressing my legs apart. Without provocation, she takes my flaccid penis in her mouth and cleans it with her tongue. I can only moan at the feeling as she’s never done this before.

She finishes cleaning but she doesn’t stop. She sucks and licks my manhood until I start feeling stirrings of rejuvenation. Eventually, I start to get hard again in her mouth as her ministrations take effect.

She continues for a few more minutes as my breathing starts to quicken. Her mouth feels wonderful, better than I remember. Maybe releasing her inhibitions had more of an effect that I expected.

All of a sudden she stops and stands up, smoothing down her skirt. I look at her and say, “What the fuck?”

“If I’m going to go out smelling like sex, you’re going to go out thinking about it. That’s what sluts do, and I’m going to drive you wild before we get back.”

All I can do is look at her incredulously.

“You taught me what I am. I’m a slut, and right now, I’m your slut. Deal with it.” She walks off, leaving me with a raging hardon. What have I done?

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(to the one who will haunt my dreams for eternity)

There she stood, the wind twisting her hair madly. Making her the layers of her dress dance wildly around her. Her arms were held out wide away from her body, welcoming the elements. The waves below crashed, pounding the rocks below in a hypnotic rhythm.

It was by the light of the full moon that he spied on her again. His lady enchantress, the vision of beauty from the dreams. Exotic, sensual dreams that for the past two months had been draining the life from him. He kneeled behind the trees, peeking through the lower branches so that he would not startle her. His eyes wide with wonder as he watched her release the powers she held so deeply inside.

The chill ran up her spine, she felt the presence of another there with her. She quickly finished, closing the circle and lowered her arms to her side. He stood and turned to run. “Stop!” she yelled as she whirled around to face him. “I know that you have been watching, come out now and stand before me.”

Her eyes locked with his as he stepped out into the moonlight. She looked amazing, her hair wild, dancing around her face. He felt as if he could not move, he just stood there staring at her. She wore a long burgundy colored dress and her waist was cinched tight in a black corset.

Kneeling before the place where the circle had been, she reached to it’s center and retrieved her dagger. She lifted the edge of her dress, revealing a black leather strap that was bound tightly to her thigh. She tucked the gold blade of the dagger into the sheath that rested against the inside of her thigh. Watching her every movement, he let a smile soften his lips. How he wished that he could be that dagger nestled between her thighs. To feel the softness of her skin, feel the heat of her against him.

He stepped forward and gave her his hand, ” M’lady, I must apologize for behaving in this manner.” She took his hand and Escort İstanbul pulled herself up and looked into his deep blue eyes. Smiling, she whispers,” Aye, my sweet. But ’tis I that should apologize, for I am the one that brought you here.” Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she trails her tongue across his jaw. Kissing him deep as a soft moan comes from her lips.

“I have waited so long for this m’lady, I want you badly, I can no longer bear the dreams I have nightly.” He scoops her up quickly and heads in the direction of her cottage, his lips never leaving hers for a moment. Reaching the door, he kicks it open and carries her over to lay her down if front of the fireplace. The fire still burns softly, casting an angelic glow upon her face. Kneeling before her, he lets his hand slide up under her dress. He pulls at the buckle of the leather strap and removes it from her. He lets his hand wander higher finding the soft delicate petals of her sex. She brings herself forward and throws her arms around him as he lets a finger dip into her wetness. He kisses her hard, letting his tongue dip into her sweet mouth. Tasting the mixture of chamomile and berries, as his tongue dances with hers. Bringing his finger to his lips and tasting her sweetness. He shakes the dagger from it’s sheath and stands, never breaking their kiss, pulling her up with him. He turns her around and slides the dagger up under the laces of her corset. In one fluid stroke he cuts it away from her, letting it fall to the floor.

As he lifts the back of her dress he kneels, tosses the dagger away and begins to knead her buttocks. Kissing them and nipping her delicate skin. He turns her around and nestles his head between her thighs. She gasps as he parts her and probes her with his tongue. She unties the back of her dress and lifts it over her head, dropping it on the floor next to her. Her hands find his hair and she pushes him hard İstanbul Escort Bayan against her as he nibbles on her. Moaning deeply as her knees go weak and she feels the waves of ecstasy hit her hard. She pushes him away and drops to her knees, breathing heavily.

She reaches for the belt of his pants and he grabs her wrists shaking his head, ” No m’love, tonight is for me.” He smiles and leans her back to lay her down, grabbing the leather strap. He stretches her arms high above her head and winds the strap around her wrists, tying her to the leg of the chair. As he finishes he smiles devilishly and kisses her. He trails his tongue over her neck to her ear and gently nibbles, then continues with his kisses down her neck, each getting harder until finally he is biting her. He moves to the other side of her neck and lets his teeth graze her skin, he sucks the skin in between his teeth and bites her hard. She screams and he places his hand over her mouth, she tugs and wiggles trying to free her hands as he drinks from her. Finally she gives in to the ecstasy and he removes his hand as he lets go of his bite, whispering to her, “No worries love, ’twas just a taste.”

She can see the flash of excitement in his eyes as he cups her breasts with his hands. Bringing his mouth down over one nipple as he pinches the other. Licking and teasing her nipple to a hard peak as she moans. Biting her nipple hard as she squeals in delight. He moves his hand down to her mound, penetrating her with two fingers, pushing them deep inside of her. Her hips bucking against his hand as he moves his tongue down her hip, scraping his sharp teeth over her hip, biting her again. She writhes and moans, once again trying to free her hands.

He stands, moves to the chair opposite of her and sits, slowly he begins to remove his boots. Tilting his head slightly he looks at her,” M’lady you are lovely, I want you badly love. Do Anadolu Yakası Escort you want me?” She nods as he stands letting his pants drop, kicking them away. He straddles her as she wiggles, pulling at the strap around her wrists. She looks down at his hard arousal, then brings her eyes to his, softly smiling. He leans to her and whispers in her ear,” How bad do you want me?” He smiles, moves to position himself over her chest and begins rubbing the tip of his arousal over her lips. She flicks her tongue over the tip and eases her lips over him. Using her tongue to caress him as he thrusts into her mouth, she moans. He arches his back as he moans, feeling the warmth of her mouth sliding over him. His thrusts becoming deeper as he holds her head, her tongue flicking over the tip each time he pulls out of her mouth. He moans deeply as his body tightens and he pulls away from her, climbing off of her and kissing her passionately.

He kneels in front of her and spreads her legs wide, looking at her glistening, wet and ready for him. He pushes her legs up, holding her spread open, and plunges deep into her as she screams. He lifts one leg up over his shoulder and thrusts hard into her as he moans, his body tightening. He lets her leg fall to his side as he thrusts deeper and harder, leaning in and kissing her neck. He flicks his tongue over the wound from the first bite and then licks his lips. She arches against him as she begins to tremble as he thrusts hard, her head tips to the side exposing more of her neck. She screams as he punctures her again, wave after wave of pain mixing with pleasure hitting her hard. He drinks greedily from her and shudders as he empties himself into her. She is soaring from the explosion inside of her, he holds her there in eternity with him. He lets go of his bite and kisses her deeply, she tastes the sweetness of her life on his lips.

As they come down from their high, he collapses on top of her, their breathing and heartbeats matching in rhythm. He whispers to her,” I love you M’lady.” She smiles, “And I love you, m’lord.”

He slides off of her and releases her hands, pulling her close to him. She rests her head upon his chest as they drift off to sleep.

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Hannah was still trying to find herself a driver. She had placed an ad for a new driver in every possible newspaper that she could think of. The ad stated that she needed a new personal driver who was willing to do a few extra errands. She had not received many applications and the ones that she did get where not that great. She was beginning to lose hope. She had one last interview for today and was hoping he was going to be worth it.

Hannah heard a small knock on her door. Well, here we go again Hannah thought.

“Come in please,” Hannah said and went back to the papers she was looking through.

“Hi, I am here for the interview” Hannah looked up and had to remind herself to remain calm. Standing in front of her was a very suitable replacement for Pedro. “My name is Joey and I have worked as a personal driver before.” He said as he sat down in the chair across from her. Hannah couldn’t keep her eyes off his large arms, firm chest and the even firmer bulge in the front of his pants.

“Yes, I have noticed that your application, you worked for the same person for quite some time. What happened?” Hannah was curious as to why anyone would want to let this man go.

“Actually, she got a pool boy. My services were no longer needed, if you know what I mean,” Joey leaned forward and gave Hannah a little wink.

Hannah definitely knew what he meant and she was about to make her move to find out if Joey was the one to hire.

“Hmm, I see.” Hannah leaned forward giving Joey a little show of her ample cleavage. “I will also be needing some extra duties preformed and I İstanbul Escort need to know if you will be able to handle them?” Hannah licked her full lips as her eyes wondered from his chest to the large bulge that she wanted to get her mouth on.

“Sure, I am able to do some extra duties. What did you have in mind?” Joey was now leaning more forward in his chair and was staring down the front of Hannah’s very exposed breasts.

“Well, after a long day, I like to have my shoulders and neck rubbed really good. Maybe you should show me if you can do that.” Hannah couldn’t wait for him to put his hands on her body. She was already starting to get wet with the thought of what could happen.

Joey was already on his feet and standing behind Hannah’s chair before she finished talking. He gently placed a hand on each shoulder and started to rub back and forth, going as low as the tops of her tits and always rubbing her neck. Joey could feel Hannah’s breathing getting heavy and decided to step things up a bit. He reached down and started to unbutton the buttons on her blouse. Hannah didn’t stop him as he peeled it off of her and threw it to the floor. With his hands back on her shoulders he reached down and grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them.

“Oh yes,” Hannah squealed, “Play with my titties. It feels so good.”

“You like that, don’t you boss,” Joey said as he flicked her nipples between his fingers. He started to pinch and pull on her nipples and they became like little rocks. He came in front of Hannah, picked her up and sat her on her desk. Now he Bayan Escort was able to put his mouth on those little rocks and suck on them.

“Yes sir, don’t stop”

Joey kept up licking and sucking on Hannah’s nipples. He would bite them, pinch them, squeeze them.

“Your tits are amazing,”

He took his mouth off of her tit long enough to find her mouth. They kissed hard and deep, their tongues finding each other. Hannah sucked on Joey’s tongue with all she had.

“If sucking is what you like, I have a nice sucker you can suck on .” Joey took a step back and Hannah started to un do his pants. They changed spots so that Hannah was face to face with the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was even bigger than Pedro’s.

She started to lick the tip of the head of Joey’s cock and then she slid her tongue down the shaft. When she got back up to the tip she slid her mouth right on. She was able to take the whole thing in her mouth. She started to suck on Joey’s dick faster and faster. When she heard his breathing quicken she slowed down and just sucked on the tip, flicking her tongue over and over.

“You are such a tease boss lady. If that is what you have in mind, two can play that game.” Joey pulled her up off his cock and placed her back in her chair. He yanked her panties off and spread her legs open revealing her wet pink hole. “Since you think you like to tease, I will show you all about teasing” Joey had a wicked look in his eyes that Hannah really liked.

Joey took his time and traced the outside of her pussy with his fingers making sure she Eskort was getting excited and wetter every minute. He used two fingers to fuck her while his thumb rubbed her clit. Hannah kept moaning.

“That feels so good, you make me want to cum right now.”

“Not yet” was all that Joey would say

He took his fingers out of Hannah’s pussy and put them in her mouth. “Suck on these, boss lady” Hannah sucked Joey’s fingers clean. She had never tasted herself and she was quite surprised as how good she tasted.

“Mmmm….don’t stop, I want some more,” At this point Hannah was not above begging

As Joey’s fingers worked Hannah’s pussy he got down on his knees and started using his tongue as well. He stuck his tongue as deep as he could in her hole and fucked her while her his finger found her asshole and started to fuck her up the ass. His tongue now trailed down her ass and started to lick her asshole. Hannah was really starting to enjoy things. He kept massaging her clit with his thumb and kept her wet. He stood up and took Hannah off the chair. Bending Hannah over the desk he took her from behind. While he kept pumping his cock in her sweet hole, he had hold of her tits pinching her nipples. He pulled his dick out of her pussy and pushed her on her knees.

“Open up boss lady”, Hannah opened her mouth and took all of Joey’s cock in. She sucked his cock while he held her head and pumped. She sucked off all of her juices while she played with his balls. She then took his balls in her mouth and sucked on them.

“Oh Joey, you taste so good”

With that Joey shot his load all over Hannah’s tits. She licked his dick clean and was surprised when he licked her from pussy to asshole again and gave her multiple orgasms.

Once they were both cleaned up Hannah took one look at Joey and said “Your Hired.”

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Finally we met. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. But instead of being all dressed up in a beautiful outfit, wonderfully made up, I was sitting in a dressing room, naked, wet, panting from making love to a woman! There stood my Michael, smiling and taking in the entire scene. I heard his voice and my trained pussy started to ache for him. Carolyn stood up, taking my hands in hers and smiling. She leaned over and kissed my forehead, murmuring, “Goodbye, my little one. This was a morning to remember.” With a nod to Michael, she was gone.

I shyly looked at my phone lover. He was standing by the door, dressed in a business suit. He wore silver wire frame glasses on his intense blue eyes. I could smell Obsession for Men filling the little room. He was watching me, waiting for me to make a move. I closed my legs and lowered my feet. Being short, my feet dangled a little bit above, so I nervously started to swing them. I looked into the mirror and saw the unlikely vision of me, like a little girl, but so very naked and womanly. Michael said my name again. God, I loved the sound of his voice.

He took a step toward me, holding out his hand. I reached for him and felt his strength as he pulled me forward. Now, we stood near each other, one of us naked, the other perfectly dressed. He smiled down at me and caressed my face. I felt my eyes close as he finally touched me. He placed his hands on my cheeks and leaned down to kiss me. This was something I could not imagine, no matter how hard I tried. I could pretend it was Michael touching my nipples, holding my pussy, loving me. But I could never feel his kisses and this was something I really missed. I felt his soft lips just touching me, so gently, I was afraid I was imagining it.

Slowly his lips moved back and forth, causing me to open my lips to him, just a little. Finally, I could feel his tongue pressing on my mouth. He gently circled my lips, carefully outlining them and then gliding over them. He tasted so delicious. My fingers reached up to his head, sliding into his soft, brown hair and holding him in place. I found myself leaning into his body in an effort to sink deeper into him. His fingers moved so softly on my face, slowly moving to my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Then he stopped. I looked up at him, wonderingly. He stood before me, holding my shoulders in his large, capable İstanbul Escort hands.

My nipples were puffy from the contact with his clothes, I was breathing hard, my pelvis arching toward him. He was waiting for me to make the first move. His little Donna Reed, the woman he had trained to want him….he expected her to initiate today’s adventures. I didn’t mind, I wanted him. My shaky hands reached up for his jacket. He shrugged his shoulders to help me. I worked on the tie. Lord, why did men want to strangle themselves with this piece of silk? Finally, I was able to loosen the knot and slip the tie over his head.

He was wearing a lovely pale blue shirt, making his eyes so bright and deep. Now I felt comfortable, this was something I dreamed of doing for so long. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest, leaving a kiss for each button opened. I went on tiptoe to slowly suck first one of his nipples and then the other. I couldn’t help smiling as I heard the intake of breath and soft moan escape his lips. This man was so beautiful.

My husband, Jim, was of slight build. He was not a tall man, I often felt he was too fragile for this world and treated him accordingly. Michael was everything I wanted. Tall and sturdy, with a lovely chest, slightly hairy. He had the most beautiful nipples, very sensitive to my touch, perfect for sucking and licking. My arms slid around his waist and I held him to me. Now, I was the fragile one, the tiny one. I loved the feeling of that. My hands were running over his back and sides, touching all the skin I had dreamed about all these months. As my fingers passed over his nipples, I felt them harden further. I loved the way he responded to me!

My nervous fingers slid to his belt. I had only been with one man my entire life. I had only seen one penis in all my years. I looked up at him. He was smiling and looking at me lovingly. He assured me it was going to be all right. He said there was no rush and perhaps I had had enough excitement for one day. If so, he would understand. But I felt as if all my life had been leading to this one moment, when I would meet and love this man, my Michael.

I knew now what I wanted. My fingers skillfully undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. I hooked my thumbs inside his shorts and lowered everything to the floor. I Anadolu Yakası Escort was still nervous about seeing his penis, my eyes looked everywhere but there. I heard Michael chuckle as he slid his fingers under my chin. He raised my face to his and kissed me so sweetly. ” I love you, Rachel,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” My arms went around his neck and I reached for his delicious mouth, kissing him deeply and slowly. I knew what I wanted to do and fully planned on doing it!

I stepped back from him and boldly looked at my lover. I looked from the top of his head, past the face I already loved and continued looking and smiling as I started learning about him. He had a lovely tan, dark brown nipples, a flat, but soft, tummy. As my gaze moved lower, I saw, for the first time, his lovely penis. It was long and thick, with the softest brown curlies surrounding it. As if reading my mind, he lovingly said, ” It is a cock, Rachel, not a penis. It is a cock that wants his home. You are my home, Rachel, and I ache for you.”

I stepped back to the bench and sat down, pulling Michael with me. Now he stood right before me, as I looked directly at his erect cock. I tentatively leaned forward and licked just the head, taking the tiny drop from there into my mouth. His cock responded by moving forward, as if searching for my mouth. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, feeling a cock in my virgin mouth for the first time. He was so large, so hard, I was worried about choking or not being enough for him. His fingers were in my hair, he was murmuring, saying I should take my time, enjoy myself and stop if I felt uncomfortable.

We had talked about this so many times on the phone. I had imagined his cock in my mouth, the texture, the taste. I just did what came naturally. I opened my mouth and let my tongue slowly swirl around the velvety head. Just that. I would carefully lick away any pre-come, savoring it. Then I would return to my slow licking and nibbling. Occasionally, I would clasp the entire head into my mouth and just suck on it, just the head. He seemed to like that. His fingers would tighten on my scalp and he would move his hips closer to me. I grew bolder as I realized how much he liked what I was doing, and slid my lips down the underside of his cock.

The amazing thing Kartal Escort was how much bigger it could become. If I was impressed by my first sight of it, I was now totally in awe. The more I touched or licked, the larger and harder it became. I nibbled at the base of his cock, as I listened to his moans and sighs. I ran my tongue up the underside and engulfed the head in my hot little mouth, sucking softly. Each time I did this, there seemed to be more precome waiting for me. I let the tip of my tongue slip into his tiny slit, catching droplets as he produced them. I lingered at the spot where the head met the shaft, the little V, and I quickly flicked that spot over and over.

As my mouth and tongue made love to his cock, my hands were on his ass, stroking them, learning them. I moved my soft little hands up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of his muscles, the softness of his skin. As he stood before me, enjoying my explorations, I heard him say to touch him….THERE. My hands reached up and cupped his full balls. His long, slow YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS told me I had picked the right spot. I let my fingers travel over his full, swinging balls, learning the texture, the feel, the weight. I was feeling quite skilled by now, making my man moan and sigh like this. I boldly lowered my mouth down his shaft, taking more into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I lovingly sucked his hard cock further into my mouth.

We had discussed this so many times on the phone, whether I would swallow his come if I had the opportunity. In theory, I always thought I would. Now, it was no longer theory. All I could think about was how much I wanted to taste this man, swallow him, have part of him in me. So I continued my ministrations, sucking and licking and massaging. His hips were moving back and forth. His moans were louder. His hands in my hair were more demanding. I caressed his balls and sucked his cock, wanting him to explode in my virgin mouth, to fill me. I heard him saying my name, and trying to pull back. I couldn’t stop now.

His fingers became steely as they held my head to him. His already huge cock swelled further and suddenly exploded in my mouth. I started swallowing faster and faster as his hot come filled my mouth repeatedly. I sucked and sucked, feeling him slowing finally. Now, his cock was soft, smaller. Now, like a kitten, I licked and cleaned and loved his cock. His fingers were softly playing in my hair now. I looked up at my lover, my true lover now, and smiled. He sat down on the bench and pulled me into his lap. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled as I listened to his heart beating.

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The inside of the club was a thumping hive of nubile, fertile bodies. The air pulsed with electronica. Strobes flashed and glitter about showering the dance floor in different colors.

I couldn’t focus on any of that, though. My eyes were locked onto the juiciest ass and widest hips I had ever seen. And my mind was consumed by thoughts of pounding it full of jizz before the three jerks next to me did.

Speaking of the assholes who could potentially ruin my chances at a fun night, walking next to me behind the jiggly bimbo before there were 3 other guys, all about my size. One was a black dude with a silk shirt and expensive looking clothes on. The next prick was a dark haired, scrawny kid in black leather clothing. The last of my rivals was a boy who I wondered if he was of legal age to get into the club. He didn’t talk much, and had his hair covering his face under his beanie.

Looking at all of them, I felt like I had a great chance of scoring tonight. This girl’s body guards really didn’t know how to pick ’em except for me, of course. All I had to do was prove to her that I wasn’t fucking weird.

Adding a bit of confidence to my stride, I stepped up next to the dark haired babe and put my hand around her waist as I fell into stride with her. She turned her head to face me and I gave her a sly wink and a smile.

It took me aback when she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I didn’t even get a chance to complain as I found myself face to tit with her chest. She walked us the rest of the way to VIP with me smothered against the plush side of pillow mountains.

The guard stopped her and she paused as her own goon flashed an ID or something. We marched in after that, and the woman pulled me in front of her, guiding me by the shoulders.

“You’re a brave man to lay Maltepe Escort hands on me like that,'” she whispered in my ear as we walked, “I like my men brave.” I nearly jumped when she slipped a hand in my pants, but I kept my cool.

She checked my goods as we entered a private room and then slipped her hand free as the tag-alongs filtered in. It took me a moment to recover as she slipped past me and took her place at the center of the circular couch. The losers club all took spots around her, and before i knew it I was sitting at the end of the couch next to the fuckin’ goth.

The woman snapped her fingers and immediately the back wall of the vip room slid to the side, servers stepping out with an assortment of drinks on large silver trays. “Relax,” she said, setting back into her seat as the staff filtered in with refreshments, “Take a load off. I’d like to get to know each of you.”

So this was the game of the night? Were we supposed to get sloshed and see who was the last man standing? Smiling I picked up one of the bottles of beer and lifted it, gesturing a cheers. The other boys downed shots and other strong liquors like the simpletons they were. They couldn’t get that this was a long game.

“Let’s start with names,” the gorgeous babe said, cupping a margarita slush and sipping through what looked like a cinnamon straw, “I am Valentina. Nova Don of this little white rabbit. And the rest of you are?”

Beanie boy responded first, waving as he started. “I’m Trevor. Trev’s fine. I uh… I’m a photographer for a talent agency,” he mumbled out. Soft spoken wimpy men. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Valentina replied in pleasantries.

I didn’t wait for the other cucks to start talking. “I’m Josh. I’m starting up a restaurant,” I said, talking over the emo. Valentina’s Anadolu Yakası Escort eyes locked onto me and she smirked again, her eyes running over me in a way I’d never really seen a woman look at a man. “It’s a long term investment, but it’ll pay off.”

“Oh I do love to eat,” Valentina purred. She sure did look hungry for something with that leer she was giving me. I ignored the rest of the groupies and their introductions. They didn’t matter. What mattered was Valentina, her luscious breasts and her sparkling green eyes, and the shimmering, form fitting dress I was wanting to get her out of.

She returned my heated glances occasionally but for the most part, struck up conversations with the other men in the room. The game had begun. It didn’t take long for Trevor to excuse himself, blabbing about meeting some other chick. Valentina barely waved. Mr. Goth was the next to fall, rushing out of the room suddenly, covering his mouth. Meanwhile I watched, laughing and swigging my beer.

Within 30 minutes, it was just me, the black dude and Valentina. Luckily, that didn’t last too long either. The black dude put up a decent fight between the fruity drinks and talking about his computer skills or whatever… But soon enough Valentina put her hand on his leg and whispered something into his ear.

It must have been bad, cus his eyes looked like saucers when she pulled away, and he excused himself only moments later. She leered after him, waggling her fingers before turning to me. “How disappointing,” she said, licking her lips and curling her finger, beckoning for me, “but you won’t let me down. Will you, Josh?”

Putting down my near empty beer, I shifted over and settled down right next to the busty beauty with a wink.”Never, baby. Never.”

She chuckled İstanbul Escort at that, putting an arm around me. “You said you were making a restaurant?” she brought up, looking into my eyes. I nodded, slipping my hand onto the soft flesh of her thigh. I could feel her heat through her dress. “Will you be serving meat dishes?”

“I’ll serve you whatever you want, gorgeous,” I nearly growled at her, puffing out my chest and beginning to stroke my hand up her thigh. She smiled, leaning back and kissing me as my hand ventured further. Her lips seemed warm, wet, and soft against my own, and she tasted sweet like her drink. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I could have sworn my hand bumped into and ran up along something hard…

I ignored it, squeezing her thigh and continuing to touch her. I could feel her magnificent rack pressed back to my chest. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. Our tongues may as well have been knotted with one another with how hard we were kissing.

Then her hand went down my pants and my brain melted. Her soft fingers wrapped around my length with a practiced grip and she began to stroke. I was hard as diamonds in an instant, groaning into her mouth as she worked my dick. This is what I’d been waiting for.

Reaching up from her thigh, I grabbed her breasts as taste tactfully unzipped me. Her hooters squished in my hand like massive marshmallows with every movement of my fingers. Lifting them was more difficult than i expected. Not only were those fat tits wobbly, but they were heavy.

Breaking the kiss I pulled back breathing heavy from excitement. “Let me see those pretty tits,” I demanded, stroking their sides. She gave my cock a mind melting squeeze before pulling the straps of her dress to the side and lowering them, letting her mounds bounce free. They were glorious to behold, perky, mountains called to me.

Giving in to my inner beast, i shoved my face into her tits and motorboated. I could hear her giggling from in her pillow valley and continued, letting my tongue roam free. Everything about this club slut was prime banging material.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Maddie moaned, the bunny leaning back in the arms of the big, black bull, his horns gleaming as if they were freshly waxed. She faced the camera, which seemed to have been positioned high in the corner of the living room, bounced up and down on a cock that even on its own should have been far, far too much for a pussy as small and as tight as hers. Her mouth hung open in orgasmic delight, though the bunny was so far gone as her auburn hair bounced around her shoulders that it was impossible to say whether she was having one orgasm or many orgasms. In the end, as long as she was enjoying herself with Vaughn, Ninnin didn’t care.

The racoon watched the TV, the late-night only solitary for a little while before Maddie got home, but he was going to enjoy himself in the meantime, watching his lovely, slutty bunny-wife get fucked and bred. By a cock, nonetheless, that should have split her in two! Yet how much cock she could take was legendary and Ninnin was not about to pass up the opportunity to partake in some of the best moments of the whole show and recording. It was why he had the expensive video equipment sent over and set up — by Cody, of course. The equine student at the local college, quite prestigious, in fact, was surely proving himself to be a great help…

Sitting back with a glass of whisky that would have been from the top shelf, if it had been in the bar (he’d actually had it imported in), Ninnin smiled, the racoon’s tail flicking contentedly back and forth. Not much, only a twitch, though a lot of furries forgot how much racoons communicated with their tails too, even if their little signals were different. But what his tail was saying right then, with its loose, relaxed, happy swing, was that all was right with Ninnin’s little corner of the world.

He watched, almost forgetting his drink, though it would be there once again when he wanted it, eyes fixed on the screen, his wife’s moans filling the room. The surround sound system made it seem as if she was right there in the room with him, his shaft hardening, thickening under his black trousers. He hadn’t changed after work, not yet, but that could wait, the buttons of his shirt popped loose at the collar while he took in the show.

Maddie moaned, bouncing on Vaughn’s cock like fleshlight, the huge bulge in her abdomen impossible to miss. It was almost as if it had been added as a CGI Anadolu Yakası Escort effect, something that could not possibly be real, yet Ninnin knew with a flush of pride that it was most certainly his wife. And she could take and do anything she wanted to, even as the bull grunted and slammed up into her, treating her like a plaything. The collar that he had encouraged Maddie to pack and try out with him helped rather a lot with that image, though he wondered if she would find it enticing enough to take with her to more dalliances. If she enjoyed it, it was all fine by him.

He tipped in a little closer to the screen, even though it was more than large enough, hungry to see the swell of her lower belly as she was pumped full of seed. God, those huge, hung studs could really cum, the young frat boys finding their feet in college. They just seemed to cum and cum and cum with no end in sight, seed slopping and practically spraying out of the join between their bodies as he almost tried to inflate the bunny.

Maddie groaned, her head and long, flopping ears falling back against him, though the bull had his arms around her, one locked around her waist and the other paw grasping a breast, though everyone knew that Maddie’s whole body was the main event there. The only thing that could have made that moment visually more appealing to Ninnin would have been seeing some of the crudest, lewdest things that Maddie liked written on her scrawled across her fur in marker at that moment. Alas, there didn’t seem to have been a moment with Vaughn for her to encourage him to do that, but there was, in that case, only one of the bull and one of the bunny.

Maybe next time she visited Cody and the studs at the frat house? He smiled, sipping his drink, settling back again as the bull’s cock sprung out of Maddie’s pussy in a lewd slop of their sexual fluids, a combined cocktail that needed no sweetness at all to be mixed in. It was already perfect as it was, Maddie was perfect as she was — and he never would have wanted to change that.

If they were talking, he blurred out the words in his mind, instead watching as he pinned her on all fours, the camera angle (that had to be Cody’s editing at work, nice job) changing to a position behind them. That time, the bull pinned her roughly and almost viciously (nowhere near the bunny’s limits, of course) over the arm of the sofa, her small rump shoved up in the air for the pleasure of his cock.

The angle, between the bull’s legs, showed exactly how Vaughn ploughed into her, as if the bull had absolutely no care or regard for her wellbeing at all. And yet that was exactly how Maddie liked it, crying out again and again, though Ninnin knew her more than well enough to know that she was already climaxing all over again, bent over like a whore who had a line up behind her to be used. He was sure, back when that had been happening, she had been wishing that there was Kurtköy Escort a whole frat house or more of studs waiting to take her, perhaps more stallions and big dogs with knots too, but the bull dosed up on Viagra seemed to be given her a run for her money too.

“Ohhhh, yes!” Maddie squealed, one foot kicking up, toes curling as her foot flexed. “Yes… More! Ohhhhhh!”

But she could barely get out more than that as the bull grunted, his toned glutes working fiercely, glistening with sweat. He slammed into her, the slop of his cock slamming into her well-used and well-bred pussy filling the room as if they were there with Ninnin, though the racoon still did not spare a moment to rub his hard-on, not even through his trousers. That moment was not for him, even if it all was there, laid out for his viewing pleasure. If he was going to take pleasure like that, he’d much rather wait until his wife got home, lust rising, a warming glow and urgent prickle tugging at him, begging him to pay attention to the needs of his body.

There was plenty of time for that, Ninnin delicately running his tongue over his lower lip as Maddie grunted and tried to rock back on the bull’s cock. Her feet weren’t even touching the carpet anymore, hitched up in the air, giving herself over to the mighty breeding power of the bull. Of course, there were no condoms involved and Ninnin wondered what excuse she had given to be bred bareback that time, or if Vaughn had not even cared at all. Beyond ensuring that she was safe and happy with the sexual partners she chose, he was only there to reap the spoils. If she wanted to take risk after risk about getting knocked up and seeing her stomach swell…

Mmm, that was a good thought. A thought that almost distracted him from the show on the screen.

Maddie grunted and groaned with every thrust, breathless with lust, her little bunny tail flicked up as high as she could get it for the bull’s breeding pole. The thick rod of flesh, massive all on its own with a slightly rounded tip and faintly defined glands, slammed into her, though the lewd slop of so much cum that had already been forced into her pouring out could not be set aside. There was too much, so much that it should be impossible for her to leave that liaison without a bun in the oven. Or more than one, if it was to be believed about how easy it was to knock up bunnies…

The bull snorted heavily, wetly, not caring for the cruder moments, the wet, messy moments, cum dripping down Maddie’s legs, as he took her. As he slammed in, he used her like a fleshlight, the bunny screaming through yet another orgasm, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her as if it was a dick that had been made only for her, exactly for her.

But the bull was far from done yet as he searched for another hole into which to spend his load, drawing out to a needy chorus of whimpers from Maddie, only to use his cum-slickened shaft Pendik Escort to plug her tail hole. He was not gentle as he ground into her and the bunny was left panting and scrambling as he tugged on her leash, the end wrapped around his paw as he yanked it taut, grunting thickly.

“Take it…” He growled, sounding more like a predator than a prey species. “All of it… This is what you wanted…unff…slutty bunny…needy cock sleeve…”

She squealed, but Ninnin could not be sure if she was getting off hands-free solely from being fucked in the arse, which would have been very impressive. He stretched her backside, though not to its limit by any means: she’d taken two and even three cocks up there before — big, meaty dicks too! There was nothing small about anything that the bunny took her pleasure with, stretching beyond the limits of any natural fur, though no one, not even any doctors, knew quite how she was capable of it.

Still, it was hot to be ploughed so full, a cock sleeve or a condom, nothing more than a vessel for collecting cum. There were cruder terms to be used, but Ninnin couldn’t think of them, not as he brought the drink to his lips once more with a paw that was not as steady as it had been. She was hot, hotter than even he had ever imagined her to be, more and more beautiful and sexy every time he saw her. And he couldn’t wait until his bunny was back in his arms.

Vaughn, bellowed, stomping, his ropey tail lashing, sending his seed into her backside, though it was sure that it was not the first load he had dumped up in there since their play had begun. No, with a bull like that, a stud like that, it was sure that there was always more to come, something that Ninnin was quite sure his wife hungered for.

The camera angle switched again, jumping to the next “scene of interest”, as Cody put it. Ninnin could view the whole reel if he liked, but considering just how long a bunny could fuck and how insatiable Maddie was, that would take a considerable amount of time, especially if he wanted to view every angle from every camera set up in the rooms. On his back, Vaughn let Maddie ride him, a ball gag shaped like a carrot (bright orange) stuffed in her mouth as she moaned around it and drooled, riding his fat cock with her inner thighs marked with his cum. He tugged the leash taut as she faced the camera, showing any potential viewer, such as her husband, just how much dick there was to plunge into her tight snatch, need rising. Ninnin watched avidly, tipping in closer, his cock hard, too hard, the studly grunts of the bull all that he heard. Yet it was not that he wanted to be in Vaughn’s position but that he wanted to relish and take in every moment, from the bounce of Maddie’s breasts and her soft fur to the huge bulge in her abdomen from the beast breeding her…

The front door slammed and his head shot up, almost spilling his whisky. Unbidden, the racoon’s face broke into a grin, the living area still exploding with moans and grunts and the intricate sounds of sex.

“Honey! I’m home!”

Murmuring, Ninnin opened his shirt a button more, the reel of Maddie getting fucked still playing.

It was time to see just how much his bunny had enjoyed her day…

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Mira’s Thing Part 1

“I knew moving further north would mean brutal winters. I didn’t think the brutal part would mean me slipping on the ice in front of a pretty girl,” I say. The girl who had swiped me into our dorm building smiled at me. She’s short, latina and something else, brown wavy hair, and has hips hips hips. She lives a floor below mine which I only know because she’s fucking gorgeous, and maybe gets more of my attention in passing throughout the school year than an average stranger would.

“That was almost a good save.” She says, still smiling, “Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I should probably sit down right over here.” I gesture to the benches just inside the door, hiding my grimace of embarrassment. I step over to them. Ordinarily I would try to chat up this girl, but given the pain in my ankle, this feels like not my best chance at making a good impression. “You’re a queen for letting me in, I don’t think I had my key-card so–…” When I sit down I realize she’s followed me over the bench. She sits very close next to me. I trail off. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiles, this time with sympathy.

“Uhhm, what are you…”

“I’m making sure you’re okay. The elevator’s under maintenance, and you have some stairs to climb… if that’s okay with you.” She trails off, looking me in the eyes for confirmation. I’m flattered she’s paid enough attention to know I’m on the fourth floor.

“Yeah, sure, I mean, that’s great you’re welcome. Uhm, so what are you studying?”

Mira and I talk for maybe half an hour. Mira K, she calls herself. With how flirtatious she’s being, I feel a little weird having this conversation in the entryway of the dorm, seeing familiar faces walking in and out, but ultimately my mind can’t focus on that. She’s studying to be a computer science major and has a lovely smile. It’s rueful, mischievous even. She’s originally from upstate New York, where she played soccer and learned to put her hand on my thigh whenever she laughs. We follow each other on instagram. She’s super easy to talk to. I find it difficult to keep my eyes on her face. She’s perky, and clearly not wearing a bra, and the flirting is very deliberate. That’s all I’ll say.

“Do you think you’re ready to try the stairs?” The university shirt she’s wearing under her unzipped snow jacket is dark maroon, but I keep my eyes focused on her face.

“I think so, my ankle is feeling sort of numb. I think getting somewhere warmer would be nice.” I stand, reaching into my jean pocket to pull my erection into my waistband so it doesn’t stick out as I straighten up.

“Here, put an arm around me,” she says, pulling my gloved hand over her hooded shoulders. She accidentally pulls the glove off my hand.

“Ah, sorry.” She’s looking right at me, I can see her big eyes next to me, but I can’t look or our noses will touch.

“Don’t worry about it, they’re oversized anyway.”

We start up the stairs. Jackets swishing together, I’m acutely aware of my dick throbbing in my pant leg. Everytime we turn in the stairwell, I swear it pokes her hip. I don’t even notice my ankle.

“Here’s your glove back,” she says at the top of the stairs, stuffing the hand with her glove into my pants pocket. I open my mouth to stop her, but it’s too late. With her hand barely inside my pants pocket, she stops our walking, forcing me to turn towards her. Her hand is cold against my dick. Our faces are very close together, but before Ataşehir Escort either of us can say anything, the door right in front of us swings open, and five to six people file out past us down the stairs. We don’t break eye contact for a second, although in my peripheral vision I recognize a few of my floor mates and their friends. They’re pointedly ignoring us. Her hand wriggles in my pocket to feel the head of my dick. I don’t dare to breathe, but I close my mouth. She’s staring at me with a face I can’t read.

Without saying a word, she untangles herself from me to take me by both shoulders, straightening out our bodies. Then she rams her knee into my groin.

“Uhh, Fuck.” My stomach immediately feels like it’s on fire. “Hey, I’m sorry,” I whisper, bent into her nylon shoulder of curly hair. She leans back, and walks me against the wall, still leaning into me so all I can see is her mess of hair, she pushes her knee between my legs, and then knees me in the balls again.

“Uhh, Mira… I wasn’t trying to be weird, you just reached in there I wasn’t going to come on to you or anything.” She lifts my head out of her shoulder and slaps me on both cheeks before responding. I’m relieved to see her smiling.

“If you don’t want to tell anyone I grabbed your dick and then kicked you in the balls without asking, I’m fine with that.” She grins up at me. I’m flustered. Then she turns and opens the door, and I follow her out of the stairwell, still stunned.

“You kicked me twice actually,” I say to her nice butt as I follow her down my hall. She laughs and turns to me as I catch up, limping slightly. “It looks like I fixed your ankle though, it could be worse.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks. Actually it was your magical presence that fixed my ankle, that nut tap is the only reason I’m limping right now.” She laughs, turning to walk next to me.

“If it hurt so bad you wouldn’t have been staring at my ass just now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m flirting with you dumbass. Which of these rooms is yours?”

“442, I’m around the corner. You can come inside if you want. I can make hot chocolate or something.” She rolls her eyes, making me squirm inside.

“I would love to come inside.” She smiles provocatively, and I blush at my own innuendo. I let us in, and immediately feel grateful my side of the dorm is clean.

“My roommate’s been living in Covid housing, so, that’s why he’s gone. He doesn’t usually take all his bed sheets with him to class.” Mira laughs at that.

“Soooo, we have the room to ourselves.” She says, taking off her coat and flopping it over the foot of my roommate’s bed, next to mine.

“Someone’s in a mood to flirt.” I eye her as we get comfortable, taking our shoes and gloves off. “Leave your stuff wherever, by the way.”

“Thanks!”

I unpack my school bag, and plug in my computer.

“So, chef, make me some hot chocolate.” I give her a fake glare.

“Yes ma’am.” I stump over to my electric kettle, exaggerating my limp, and start filling it from my dorm’s corner sink.

“I might need to kick you again to help out that little limp you got mister.” This girl is amazingly flirtatious. I fix my jaw incredulously.

“Whose side are you on girl? Mine or the limp’s?”

“Uhm, yours, definitely.” I roll my eyes, flustered for the hundredth time.

“Do you mind if I…?” She’s gesturing to my bed.

“Go ahead.” She burritos herself in my blankets. I turn Acıbadem Escort back to the sink before she can catch me looking at her.

“So is this what you usually do when you bring girls over? You make them watch you boil water?” She asks, once she’s made herself comfy in my blankets.

“Usually we’re not thirsty this early in the visit” I say, making air quotes around the word visit. As challenged as I felt by her question, my response surprised me even more. I only realized the full implication after it had left my mouth, but I was happy with the cleverness.

“Are you down to cuddle or something once this is ready?” I ask, feeling emboldened.

“Yeah,” she says, through a grin.

Hot chocolate, a movie, and a really cute girl to share it with. A cuddly cute girl at that. Few things in life are this awesome. A part of me feels weird putting my arm around this girl I hardly know, but she seems to trust me really fast, and leans her head into the crutch of my arm before the opening credits of Arcane had finished rolling, a show she insisted we watch.

“Isn’t this a little fast for you?” I ask, “Just the whole, cuddling in bed thing. Like, I don’t really care, it’s just surprising I guess.” She looks at me. Her brown eyes are gorgeous. This time I force myself to keep looking at her. I can almost feel her breath on my face, but I keep my chin raised so she doesn’t think I’m trying to kiss her.

“Sorry, is it okay?” She sits up, moving my computer and its charging leash. Her eyes are still fixed on me, but she suddenly seems self conscious as she turns in the blanket, one leg over mine to face me better. She has some fine breasts. Eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Like, I want to show you I think you’re cool without making you uncomfy. I kinda feel like men can move a little fast. I don’t know. I’m self conscious of it.” Those large eyes soften into her smile.

“Oh fuck me.”

“What?” I crease in confusion but she’s still smiling.

“You think I’m cool? Just cool? And did you just use the word uncomfy? Ohhh, my god.” I grin.

“Oh, okay, you know what? You can shut the fuck up. Yeah. I think so.” I lean forward to flourish the flirtatiousness of my smile with our noses a little closer together. She leans in too.

“So, do you get boners whenever you’re around cool people or am I special?”

“Yeap, basically all cool people. I met Kira Knighley once, she’s the hot one from Pirates of the Caribbean, and that was hard to explain. Your name kinda reminds me of yours except she’s way hotter, obviously.” I laugh.

“Perve.”

“Are you always feeling guys up to see if they’re hard or not?”

“Okay, I was just trying to give you your glove back, and second, I don’t think if I checked most guys’ pockets I’d just happen to get a feel of their throbbing dick.” She exaggerates throbbing. She says it like it’s supposed to be gross, but she’s cute and she knows it.

“You know… I think you’re wrong.”

“Mmmmh, you know what, I don’t think I mind that.” She leans closer, smiling for herself proudly. Her hand is on my chest. She’s full on straddling my leg now, and I can’t help but admire her face as she smiles up at my mouth. We kiss.

I sit up on the bed and untangle my hands from the blankets so I can grab her face and neck and kiss her harder. She has soft lips. Soft skin. Everything about this girl is soft İstanbul Escort and edible. She drapes herself over me and we keep kissing.

“You make me feel really safe, you know. She leans up with her chin to look at me.” I melt, but can only smile.

“You’re lovely, I’m glad.” I can’t stop bearing my smile. “If there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable, let me know.” She smiles at that. Grins even. Then slaps me in the face.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“I’m just letting you know–you get no credit for using a condom.” She smiles, but bites her lip shyly. I roll my eyes again.

“You’re impossible.”

“Uhm, actually there is one thing that might… like… make me more comfortable.” She leans forward and kisses me again. Then she rolls on top of me, leaning back on her knees, she slides one knee up between my legs, wedging them wider apart on the bed until I can feel my balls spread across the top of her knee.

“You want–“

“Yeah… Yes. … Please?” Her eyes are asking just as much as her voice. They get distracted momentarily to look down before she kisses me again. Then the eyes meet mine again. Still asking. She taps me in the balls with her knee lightly.

“Aww, your poor balls.” She giggles through our stare. She’s beautiful. Instead of answering, I spread my legs around her knee, and shug down the wall into the bed ever so slightly. She watches me, the smile never leaving her face. She leans in and kisses me, deeply. I feel her knee back off my balls, but instead of closing my legs, I grip her chin and keep her lips against mine.

Wham.

“Holy crap. Hhhh.” She lets me talk against her lips.

“You’re okay.” She wrestles her knee back between mine.

Wham. Wham. Wham.

I can’t breathe, but I crunch into her shoulder, the soft sinue of her neck doing nothing to take away from the tightness in my stomach. She moans slightly as she leans down over me to kiss me again, her breast grazing along my chest as she moves. She runs a finger down my chest while kissing me passionately, not stopping until the tip of my excited erection. I throb under her fingers, and looking into her eyes, I can feel my whole body squirm. She giggles.

“Did you like that?”

“Mira…” Suddenly her knee is back between my balls. Not hard, but I get the point. Her hair is falling over my face, as she looks at me pointedly.

“Listen. Until today, I’ve never been able to hit a guy in the nuts like that in real life. It was… kind of empowering, but at the same time, when you weren’t angry with me afterwards it kind of made me feel like maybe you’d be willing to do anything to be nice to me, and that made me feel really special. A lot of guy’s egos are a lot more fragile than yours. I happen to have dated a few.” At that she makes a dismissive head gesture. “I also thought it was kinda hot,” she said quickly, and without making eye contact even though her face was only inches from mine. At that, my dick throbbed. I’m sure we both felt it, because I suddenly felt the attention of her large eyes again, even with mine trained on the ceiling hoping I could disappear into the sheets. I’ve always been embarrassed about my ballbusting fetish. I know fetishes are more common than everyone thinks, but a ballbusting fetish still feels weird.

“Mmmmhhh,” she purrs, bringing her mane of wild hair down around me to kiss and bite my ear. I can feel her hips rocking on my leg, and her knee grinding against my balls, making my dick throb even harder. “You like this don’t you?” I don’t answer that question either, I just run my hands over her curves and turn my head to give her better neck access. She laughs.

End part 1. It was just heating up. I know.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Vi: Fuck Buddy Adventures Ch. 01

I Roleplay As Her Boss

Vi (Violeta) was a 24 year old woman I had been recently fucking. She was a few years older, average cute, 5’1, 32B with a little belly and not much of an ass. We didn’t click on a relationship level but became fuck buddies on and off for most of a decade. I find myself in quite the situation today. I am sitting in Felipe’s chair at his desk with his employee sucking my cock. Felipe is Vi’s boss. And I’m here this morning at 6am as the first staff member doesn’t get in till 630am. Vi wanted me to roleplay a sexual harassment scene. But not at one of our places, it had to be in her bosses office before anyone got there.

Don’t get me wrong. This was freaking hot. And I loved the idea. I enjoy sex in adventurous places and taking risks. The challenge here is the boss was her dad. To state the obvious Vi was a very naughty sinner. She was also very religious. This whole scene could have us burning in hell but she got off on that.

Violeta “Please Mr. Felipe, I really want this job is there anything, anything I can do to get it?”

Me “I’m sorry Violeta. You are not qualified.”

Violeta Maltepe Escort “But daddy, I can do “special” things for you if you give me the job”

Me “Violeta, here I am the boss at home I am your dad.”

Violeta “Well I don’t mind if you were my daddy here.”

Me “Violeta, the only one who calls me daddy is your mother and that’s only when she is sucking my cock.”

Vi stood up in her very professional outfit. White button up blouse, white rimmed glasses, black suit jacket and pants. She walked around the table, dropped on her knees and looking up at me. I was in a full-on grey suit and tie. She starts to unzip my pants and pull them off me. Her hand begins stroking the shaft of my cock while her mouth and tongue are pleasing the tip.

Violeta “I told you I can do “special” things daddy. And if I get the job you’ll be rewarded with these “special” gifts of mine.

Me “Well if you really want the job you’ll have to make sure you swallow daddy every day and every drop.”

Violeta “Oh daddy, do you like how I squeeze your cock and lick your tip?”

Me “Yes, Violeta, you’re doing a very good job. I’m very glad you understand what it takes to get this position.”

I sat back in this comfy leather seat as Vi took my cock all the way into her mouth. Our sex life was always way better when we roleplayed as Anadolu Yakası Escort she really got into her role. She started sucking my cock like she hella wanted this job. She didn’t say anything and just worked my shaft for some time. It felt really good and I was trying not to cum. Holding my climax longer so it would be much better.

My eyes were closed while she slid her tongue from the bottom of my shaft to the top. She took her finger and teased the tip of my cock. Then she grabbed my now wet cock, squeezing it in her hand while moving up and down. Her small hands felt wonderful. The sensation of it felt longer and better for me with someone who had smaller hands. I was moaning in pleasure and didn’t realize how loud I was.

We both had been so enveloped in this experience that we didn’t see one of her coworkers come into the office earlier that morning. Our noises attracted him and he was now looking at us from outside the completely glass room we were in. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at us. He had is cock out and was abusing his own shaft while watching Vi “entertain” mine.

Seeing him watching us and getting off to us was also making me hotter. I enjoy the thrill of being watched. I bet it wasn’t lost on him that it was the boss’s daughter was between my legs sucking my cock in the boss’s office and chair. A İstanbul Escort naughty light bulb went off in my head. I decided to do something to increase the heat in an already temperature raising situation. I opened my mouth and used my words to assist both the cocks in the goal of exploding.

Me “Do you like sucking daddies cock??”

Violeta “Yes.”

Me “Louder I want to hear you say it like you want it bad.””

Violeta “Yes daddy, I love sucking this cock. I want to suck this cock every day.”

Me “Jerk my cock and talk dirty to your daddy if you really want this job.”

Violeta “Oh daddy….”

Me “Louder, I said louder.”

Violeta “Oh daddy, please cum all over my face. I like having warm hot fluids on

and in my body. Especially from my daddy.”

And with that the guy watching us came all over the windows with aloud roar that startled Vi. She was about to get up but I pulled her face down onto my cock. I was ready to explode and my cock wanted a warm hole to explode in. Vi’s mouth received a good size load in it from me. I didn’t let her mouth up until my cock was empty. She managed to get most of it but some got on the chair and floor. I looked over at the guy and he nodded a thank you.

As we started to clean up I noticed the guy didn’t clean his cum off the glass. Not sure what got into me but I grabbed Vi’s head and pulled her outside. I ordered her to lick it up and she willingly did. Later, I asked if the guy ever tried to fuck her. She said he was there early to drop off a resignation letter so he quit that day. She never saw him again but would’ve fucked him if he was still there.

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This is a tale of the daily struggles of the Scarlet Troopers, my names Emma I’m a Captain and leader of a squad of highly trained and highly motivated fit young female horse mounted soldiers, we wear uniforms that intimidate our enemies and show them how lithe and athletic we are.

The uniform is the envy of our adversaries it consists of a skintight red lycra catsuit, black leather riding boots, black leather belt, black cropped jackets and riding helmets. Our female assets are on full display the jackets finish at the waist so our bottoms and lycra clad vaginas can be seen by all, this shows the other women in the land that we are proud to show off our bodies, our society is all female the male gene was bred out centuries ago meaning that we are all lesbians.

Breeding is done genetically meaning that sex is for pure pleasure or perversely it is also used as a weapon and form of humiliation. We use our appearance as a weapon our slinky uniforms give us power over most of the population who admire us and see us as role models, sadly we do have many foes.

Our biggest threat comes from the wealthy women, a group of stinking rich landowners, to them we are eye candy they do not recognise our authority and see our uniforms as trophies, they pay huge sums of money to anyone who isn’t a Scarlet Trooper to steal our used uniforms. The uniform must be physically removed from a Trooper, the wealthy women don’t care how this is done, more money is paid if the poor girl soldier has been forced to cum in her catsuit and a premium is paid if an officers uniform is stolen, we are distinguished from normal Troopers by our red riding helmets.

The wealthy women have allies in the impoverished village women, the Amazonian Warriors a tribe of lawless and ruthless filthy bitches who despise all Troopers, the schoolgirls from the convent school who see us as play things and delight in our humiliation and the Nuns who run the convent school and again don’t respect us. The Nuns have their own soldiers that they train themselves, known as the White Warriors they are young girls recruited straight from school and trained in combat.

They wear skintight white lycra catsuits, black leather riding boots, a black leather belt, riding helmets and white capes. We believe they wear capes because they are weak and ashamed to show their bodies in their second skin suits. In all of our encounters we have always defeated and humiliated them.

Even when heavily outnumbered we can overpower them with our superior strength and skill, one of my Troopers, in fact she is my sex partner, once got the better of five Whites all by herself. Her name is Trooper Linzi, I’ve talked of her before in previous tales. She was in one of the villages with another Trooper they were giving out provisions to some of the impoverished village women something we do regularly to try and help keep them on our side unfortunately this doesn’t always work and this was one of those occasions.

A very dirty young woman approached Trooper Linzi begging for help she was dressed in a filthy full length gown and asked my girl soldier to come to her hut to help her sister, Trooper Linzi agreed to go along with her and left the other Scarlet Trooper handing out food. It was only a short walk to the young villagers hut and when they arrived the villager ushered Trooper Linzi inside. The hut was dark and damp but as my Troopers eyes adjusted to the gloom she was aware that they were more people in the hut than she realised, in the dark corners of the hut she could see White Warriors! On top of that the dirty village woman pulled off her gown revealing that she too was a White!

Obviously it was a trap Trooper Linzi was surrounded by five White Warriors, quickly she realised these soldiers were merely young girls probably fresh from training and eager to please their Commanders, she bravely lunged towards the bitch who had lured her into this situation pushing her back against the wooden wall and holding her by the throat, the startled White Warrior gasped for breath and tried to push my brave soldier away but she wasn’t strong enough, the other Whites rushed forward only to be met by swift kicks to the vaginas.

Trooper Linzi was very quick and all four of the pathetic white suited sluts were soon on the filthy damp floor moaning loudly and helplessly cradling their aching cunts. While they were occupied nursing their sore vaginas Trooper Linzi turned her attention to her assailant grabbing her sweaty lycra clad minge and squeezing as hard as she could, as she did so three of her fingers pushed the stretchy lycra up the White Warriors cunt Anadolu Yakası Escort making her scream in agony. “Don’t you dare try to ambush me you fucking slut!” Trooper Linzi snarled into her victims ear, forcing her fingers deeper into the whimpering girls vagina, and then with one hand around the White Warriors throat and the other firmly clamped between her legs Trooper Linzi lifted her would be attacker clear off the floor and threw her through the door of the hut where she landed heavily on the muddy ground outside, her once pristine white catsuit now covered in thick mud and with her own vaginal juice staining her lycra covered crotch.

The young soldier covered her cunt with her hand but that didn’t stop Trooper Linzi delivering one final cunt busting kick. One White Warrior defeated just four more to despatch, Trooper Linzi went back into the hut the four Whites were regaining their composure but were still pre occupied with throbbing cunts, my soldier girl grabbed two by their capes and pulled them together cracking their heads against each other, the dazed soldier sluts fell to the floor in a heap of tangled lycra covered limbs.

Once neutralised Trooper Linzi turned on the other two punching them both hard in their cunts, she now had all four of them on the floor rolling around in agony at her feet. Trooper Linzi went out into the village and assembled some village women to help her, between them they tied the pathetic White Warriors and threw them all into the back of a wooden horse drawn cart, a humiliating experience for the young soldiers who were taken away and used as sex slaves for the depraved villagers, no one knows what happened to those poor girls but their stained uniforms were seen in a wealthy woman’s collection a few weeks later.

My girl did me proud that day. Unfortunately I myself had recently fallen victim to an ambush, I was leading a small squad of my soldier girls to apprehend a wealthy woman who was notorious for arranging the theft of our uniforms, she had dozens of Scarlet Troopers uniforms in her possession and her methods of obtaining them were ruthless, she had no regard for the safety or dignity of the Trooper she was violating.

Tales of Troopers being ambushed by young schoolgirls who have no morals were common they would overwhelm a Trooper often three schoolgirls to one girl soldier, leaping from the trees as the mounted Trooper rode underneath, the startled soldier being unseated from her saddle by a technique the young girls had perfected, the girl soldier would be pushed forward lifting her lycra clad bottom off her saddle, the schoolgirl would then force her hand between the Troopers legs, grab her vagina and squeeze hard, then while the girl soldier was being sexually humiliated the other schoolgirls would take her boots out of her stirrups and pull her off her mount.

The helpless Trooper was then subjected to vile sexual humiliation often being ruthlessly fingered in both holes through her lycra suit until the unfortunate Trooper was forced to cum in her catsuit, she was then stripped, tied up and dumped naked in the forest to fend for herself. The schoolgirls often pissed on the soldier before leaving naked, not pleasant for a young Scarlet Trooper.

One fateful night we were trapped by a solitary cunt busting schoolgirl who humiliated me and made my Troopers look like worthless sluts! There were four of us we had already defeated 12 White Warriors who were guarding the wealthy woman’s mansion when this powerful young girl took me hostage! How could I be overpowered by one young girl?

I was utterly degraded that night she pushed her finger through my skintight suit and finger fucked my anus, now don’t get me wrong I love a well lubricated finger up my bum but this was forced up and it hurt, she twisted her finger round inside me and massaged my g spot through my anal wall forcing me to have powerful squirting orgasms over and over again! It sounds like it should have been pleasurable but it wasn’t I felt violated and embarrassed in front of my Troopers my vaginal juices soaking my catsuit I was cumming so much my boots were filling with my own piss and cum!If my soldiers tried to help this wretched schoolgirl would deliver vaginal kicks to each of them forcing them to back away holding their throbbing cunts. Eventually our ordeal ended the schoolgirl admitting she was freeing us so that we would tell our Commanders what she had done to us.

We rode back to our fortress my anus was throbbing and burning and my brave but ashamed Troopers could barely sit in their saddles due to their bruised vaginas, Avrupa Yakası Escort when we arrived back we had to face our Commander, she was a mature and experienced Trooper who joined the Scarlets when she was sixteen and progressed through the ranks to where she is now. She’s fifty years old but still looks stunning in her red catsuit, as the most senior soldier among us she wears a suit that is super skintight, mostly due to the fact that she is too proud to admit that her catsuit is a bit too small for her, It’s almost as though her body has been painted red, the seam forms a gorgeously deep camel toe around her mature vagina and it separates her arse cheeks to perfection.

As a Commander she is distinguished from the rest of us as she wears a red cropped jacket where we wear black, she is a full figured woman and I have a huge crush on her, when I was a young recruit she would use me to satisfy her sexually, she loved being fisted and adored having her arse hole licked, she always wanted sexual pleasure after she had been on mounted patrol, several hours on a hot humid day sat on a hot sweaty horse with only a thin layer of lycra between our vaginas and the saddle make us very very horny and she was no exception.

Many times I was summoned to her room to relieve her, the smell of her intimate area is a good memory for me! She was a generous lover and when I made her cum she would always return the favour. Nowadays occasionally myself and Trooper Linzi join her for an intense lesbian threesome, she loves to take control of us, sometimes she strips us naked and while she’s still in her full uniform she fist fucks us until we squirt over her catsuit, she loves cum on her skintight suit.

So the four of us stood before her our uniforms stained and dirty and mine with a hole ripped in it, she came and sat on the edge of her desk her long legs stretched out revealing her very pleasing lycra camel toe! “Oh dear look at the state of you girls tell me what happened!” I recounted our story in all its graphic detail a look of shock and anger soon coming over our Commanders face.

“Ok I need to see how badly you are hurt all of you pull your suits down to the tops of your boots and spread your legs for me.”

Of course we did as we were told and soon we were all nearly naked in front of her, she came to me first and ordered me to turn around and bend over, she carefully spread the cheeks of my bottom so she could see my anus. “Right I see a few scratches near you’re anus and I can see it’s very red and it’s obvious a finger has been up there but you’ll be fine, now hold still I want to examine you internally.” With that she lubricated her finger, rubbed it around around my sensitive shit hole and slid her finger inside, I gasped as I wasn’t expecting her to do that I could feel her gently exploring my rectum then she slowly pulled her finger out. “You’re fine everything feels normal in there now redress yourself.” I pulled my suit back up and winced slightly as the ripped lycra dug into my anus, the Commander then added. “Get yourself a new catsuit from the seamstress you can’t go out with your arsehole on show!”

She then turned to my Troopers. “Right girls lets see the damage.” She went from one soldier girl to another inspecting their minges thoroughly. She separated each girls vaginal lips which made all of them flinch as they were very sore, she then inserted a finger into each of my soldiers cunts, again this made them all wince in pain, she said she was checking for any internal injuries and of course my brave girls wouldn’t stop their much loved Commander fingering them so intimately, in fact they later told me they were flattered, the Commander fingered each Trooper until the girl soldier was wet and oozing vaginal juice.

I’m not sure why she did this but I think it was for her own sexual pleasure as she fingered them I noticed her smiling to herself! “Well good news this schoolgirl hasn’t penetrated any of your vaginas with her shoe tip, if she had your cunts would be in a sorry state, all four of you will continue on active duty I don’t care if you struggle to sit in your saddles it will be a constant reminder of your failure and humiliation, however I think we have a new threat to our authority.”

She explained that other platoons of Scarlet Troopers had suffered sexual casualties from a new enemy known as cunt busters, these were groups of young girls who were incredibly powerful and highly intelligent, they had been ambushing squads of Troopers, forcing them from their mounts and defeating them with accurate and painful cunt kicks! Could İstanbul Escort it be that the schoolgirl who had so mercilessly attacked me and my girl soldiers was one of the first to enter our part of the land?

Our Commander told us of a squad of six Troopers from a fortress twenty Miles from ours had been on a routine patrol when they came across two convent schoolgirls sitting on a bench, the mounted girl soldiers knew the girls were from the convent by their uniforms of short grey skirts, white blouses and white tights, the girls were crying so the Troopers dismounted and went over to the youngsters to see if they could offer help. The Captain of the Troopers went up to one of the girls but before she could speak the schoolgirl punched her hard in her lycra clad vagina.

The Captain reeled back and collapsed onto the floor then the schoolgirl stood up and delivered a cunt busting kick to the Troopers vagina, the poor soldier later revealed that the sharp tip of the schoolgirls shoe had pushed the lycra of her skintight suit into her cunt. As the other Troopers rushed to help the second schoolgirl joined the attack targeting the soldier girls vaginas with accurate and penetrating kicks! Soon all six Troopers were lying on the muddy floor rolling around in intense pain and unable to defend themselves.

The schoolgirls used this to their advantage, the humiliated soldiers were covering their minges with their hands but as they were now weakened by the attack the schoolgirls could easily defeat them. One girl would move the soldiers hand away from her aching cunt then the other would repeatedly kick the Trooper between the legs until she was rendered useless.

Every Trooper received the same treatment until the schoolgirls had six defeated and humiliated Scarlet Troopers lying before them, each one begging for mercy as their battered cunts could take no more. These awful schoolgirls then held the Captain hostage one girl holding the stunned Trooper, the other mercilessly playing with the officers destroyed cunt. They then ordered the other Troopers to strip out of their uniforms, initially the Troopers said no but then one of the schoolgirls would punch or kick the helpless Captain in her vagina each kick penetrating her intimate area, her stretchy lycra suit being forced further up into her sweaty minge.

Eventually the soldiers realised they had no choice but to strip, their Captain was screaming in agony and she was so traumatised she had pissed herself! One by one they removed their jackets, belts, skintight catsuits and leather boots until all of them were stark naked, the schoolgirls then forced the unfortunate injured Troopers to kneel on the filthy muddy floor then one girl went to each girl soldier and kicked her hard between her legs, the Troopers were so weakened by the previous assault they couldn’t defend themselves and within seconds they were all lying helpless on the floor, their hands desperately trying to protect their vaginas from further attack.

The Captain was then stripped of her piss soaked uniform, the schoolgirls were obviously used to stripping Troopers and weren’t bothered by the thought of handling stained catsuits, all Scarlet Troopers uniforms would be stained with sweat and vaginal juices after a day in the saddle and yes there was a certain smell that accompanied the mounted soldiers, our enemies often mocking us for being stinking lycra clad bitches.

The humiliated Scarlet Troopers were left naked and dazed while the laughing schoolgirls stole their uniforms to sell to the highest bidder, one even mockingly shouted back. “Thanks for pissing yourself wealthy women will pay good money for extra stains!” Eventually we were rescued and taken back to our fortress but it was many weeks before any of us could sit in our saddles again and any thought of sexual pleasure was out of the question, our unfortunate cunts were far too ruined for any intimacy.

This led to us becoming very frustrated, as young virile women we needed sexual gratification from our lesbian comrades but even clitoral stimulation was too much to bear for these soldiers. Eventually we did have sexual intimacy we were so hyper sensitive to any touch of our cunts and clits we would cum almost immediately, this meant that even our skintight catsuits would make us orgasm and you can imagine what happened when we rode out horse on patrols, we would return after a day in the saddle with cum drenched lycra suits.

So we now have a new adversary to add to our list of enemies, cunt busting schoolgirls who are capable of defeating highly trained female mounted soldiers, how could young girls be so ruthless, what made them resent us Scarlet Troopers so much and how far would they go to humiliate us?Tales kept coming from other platoons of Troopers being degraded by these young sluts, something had to be done to stop them or the Scarlet Troopers would be defeated forever!

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