I open the door and there he stands. At first I feel fear as I look at him. Then part of the fear turns to excitement as I remember why he is standing there. I lower my eyes, back away from the door and invite him in.
He strides across the threshold like a King into recently conquered territory and walks confidently into my house. He turns, faces me and we look into each other\'s eyes. Once again I lower my eyes but not before I see a twinkle in his.
\I am your Master. The rules are simple as there is only one: You will do everything that I tell you to do. There is no right or wrong, and there is only one sin and that is not doing what I tell you to do,\ he tells me in a calm and commanding voice.
I know he is not asking me for my opinion but I look up at him and stammer out, \The safe word.\ as my voice falls off to silence under his icy gaze. I lower my eyes and tremble.
\Safe word? Yes there is a safe word. Your safe word is goodbye\' and I will walk out the door. You must use it now if you wish to use it,\ he taunts me.
\If you wish me to play your dirty little games, you must give yourself to me totally: body, mind and soul. What was once yours will be mine now. I will have total control over everything. Your existence, your reason for being, is to do as I tell you to do.\
I say nothing. My body continues to tremble and I have trouble breathing. I feel myself getting sexually excited. I feel that wetness, that I thought had dried up so long ago, start to flow once again. My knees get weak and I have trouble standing.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see that he takes my silence as acceptance, turns and walks away from me to go further into my home. Across the room he sits in a chair that faces me, and just looks at me. I\'m afraid to look at him, but I feel that wetness between my legs and I know that he is the cause of it.
It has been so long since I have felt this wetness. I have almost forgotten how the fire from that moisture spreads out from the center of my being into my mind and then outward towards all parts of my body. I know that these feelings that have engulfed me is what I have been craving for, for far too long.
He knows it too.
\Get on your hands and knees. Crawl across the floor to me,\ he commands.
My knees become weaker and I can no longer stand. Am I doing as he commands or is it just my knees giving out on me from fear, excitement and tension? As I start to crawl towards him I know the answer. I belong to him: body, mind and soul.
Each movement that I make as I crawl towards my Master makes me more excited. I can feel the moisture soak my panties and start to run down my thighs. I can\'t remember the last time that I have felt this way. \Is it possible that I have never felt this excited and alive? I\'m going to cum before I reach him, what kind of person have I become,\ I question myself silently, \Or is it that I have now found the persona that has always been me but that I have denied for all of these years?\
As I lay my head across my Master\'s feet I cum. All questions leave my mind. I have never felt this alive, this excited, so attuned to just being. I cannot help it, I scream out and moan aloud my excitement. I have been born again.
My Master tells me, \You are my little bitch.\
Monday, April 13, 2009
Little Red Riding Hood
Jake pushed Moon up against the wall outside his apartment; her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed. He dug for his keys in the pockets of his jeans, and, finding them, he unlocked the door clumsily while trying to concentrate on his girlfriend. Her hands had untucked his black tank top and played underneath, her nails sending shock waves down Jakes spine.
When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
Im thirsty, Jake. What do you have? she asked, opening his refrigerator.
Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,.champagne. Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.
Do you want anything?
Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, Only you, babe. He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriends well-tanned and muscled chest.
Get serious. she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.
I am serious! he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jakes hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.
The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jakes bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.
Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jakes too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire - and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.
What are you doing? Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.
Its a surprise. he began. Close your eyes. Moon did as she was told and didnt peek once. She suddenly felt something cold and thick being poured onto her legs, starting from the tips of her big toes, dripping over her knees, and slowly up her thighs. Finally, she could not stand it any longer, and she opened her baby blues to see Jake pouring honey on her.
Jake! Moon exclaimed in shock.
Shh! he hissed putting the empty honey jar aside. Sweet as honey, he continued as he rubbed his hands over the golden honey, moving them further up. Ive always wanted to eat you up, Little Red Ridinghood. Dont deny the Big Bad Wolf that pleasure this time. Jake grinned, and Moon giggled as she thought of their private joke of her dressing up in a red-hooded cape and nothing else. Suddenly, he was licking his lips and began to also lick away the honey, starting with what was dripped over her toes. Jake moved his tongue over her knees and up one thigh. One hand stole up to her breasts, holding one in his gentle grasp. Moon breathed heavier as she felt him move his tongue inside her.
Finally, Jake moved his head away, teasing her now with his hands. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and underwear, releasing his hardened self, which throbbed painfully. When he sat back down on his knees, he pulled Moon onto his lap. She ran her hands through his ebony hair and pulled his face down to her breasts. He kissed them then moved his tongue up her neck and over her lips. He kissed her forehead then briefly touched his lips to her eyelids.
Moon arched her back, and Jake entered her hungrily. He moved up and down underneath her, his slow pace torturing her fevered body.
Hurry! she told Jake as he moved his hands over her body.
No. Slowly. he mumbled bluntly, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her back, lying on top of her. His thrusts became harder and harder, so quickly that Moon had to bite her lip to stifle a scream. But Jake slowed down again, and the pace began to drive her crazy; she wanted them to finish so the torture would end, but then again, she never wanted to climax - just to stay forever in ecstasy.
Jake paused to switch positions; he rolled over and put Moon on top of him. She rode him the way he liked, rolling her hips and moving up and down. Moon placed her hands on his sweat-covered chest and massaged gently as she made him moan and cry out.
Suddenly, Jake turned them over again, and he quickened their tempo until neither could stand it any longer. He thrust one more time and came; both cried out then collapsed. Moon shuddered underneath Jake and clung tightly to him.
You know what? she asked.
Let me guess.you love me and want me forever. Jake replied arrogantly with a grin. Moon pushed him off, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.
Nope. Im sticky. Im going to take a shower! she answered with a giggle, leaving Jake still grinning on the cold kitchen floor.
When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down. Moon dropped her purse on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
Im thirsty, Jake. What do you have? she asked, opening his refrigerator.
Oh, just the usual. Milk, water, juice,.champagne. Jake replied as he leaned down on the bar separating the kitchen and livingroom. Moon opened a cabinet and took a glass, which she quickly filled with cold pink champagne.
Do you want anything?
Jake answered her question with a hearty laugh and a simple, Only you, babe. He walked into the kitchen and pulled off his shirt while watching Moon replace the bottle and shut the fridge door. Raising an eyebrow, the young woman gazed longingly at her boyfriends well-tanned and muscled chest.
Get serious. she retorted then took a drink of the bubbly wine.
I am serious! he told her. Jake took the glass from her and sat it on the counter by the sink. He put his hands on her waist then leaned down to kiss her neck. Her arms found their way around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head. Moon caressed the long silky black strands of Jakes hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands moved over the back of her black, leather mini-skirt; suddenly, he pulled the skirt up to her waist and rubbed her smooth skin through silk bikini underwear. They both kicked off their shoes, and Jake pushed both pair out of their way with his foot.
The two of them slid down to the floor, sitting on the cold kitchen tiles. Moon kissed Jakes bare chest as her hands moved to unbutton his tight, faded Levi 501s. He slid his hands over her thighs and clasped a hold of the thin elastic of her underwear, pulling them down slowly while savoring a long and passionate kiss. Finally, he tossed the flimsy material over his shoulder, and it landed on the kitchen table. One hand soon returned to unbutton her scarlet blouse, and the other remained tangling itself in the patch of curling, golden hair. Moon gasped as he slid a finger into her. He finished with the buttons and moved the shirt aside; after unhooking her bra, he pushed both the blouse and the silk bra off and out of the way.
Jake bent his head down and kissed her exposed breasts, teasing each nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand away from her warm, wet flesh and pulled off her skirt with both hands. With them sitting, it was too difficult for Moon to push Jakes too-tight jeans off, so she gave up trying. Her hands moved to his face, cradling it for a second as they kissed. Their tongues met again and again. Pulling away, Jake gazed at Moon with such heated passion and desire - and he needed to fulfill their every want. With the heat growing between them, he reached around and opened a cabinet.
What are you doing? Moon asked curiously, very much out of breath, as she watched him take something from a shelf.
Its a surprise. he began. Close your eyes. Moon did as she was told and didnt peek once. She suddenly felt something cold and thick being poured onto her legs, starting from the tips of her big toes, dripping over her knees, and slowly up her thighs. Finally, she could not stand it any longer, and she opened her baby blues to see Jake pouring honey on her.
Jake! Moon exclaimed in shock.
Shh! he hissed putting the empty honey jar aside. Sweet as honey, he continued as he rubbed his hands over the golden honey, moving them further up. Ive always wanted to eat you up, Little Red Ridinghood. Dont deny the Big Bad Wolf that pleasure this time. Jake grinned, and Moon giggled as she thought of their private joke of her dressing up in a red-hooded cape and nothing else. Suddenly, he was licking his lips and began to also lick away the honey, starting with what was dripped over her toes. Jake moved his tongue over her knees and up one thigh. One hand stole up to her breasts, holding one in his gentle grasp. Moon breathed heavier as she felt him move his tongue inside her.
Finally, Jake moved his head away, teasing her now with his hands. He stood up and quickly removed his jeans and underwear, releasing his hardened self, which throbbed painfully. When he sat back down on his knees, he pulled Moon onto his lap. She ran her hands through his ebony hair and pulled his face down to her breasts. He kissed them then moved his tongue up her neck and over her lips. He kissed her forehead then briefly touched his lips to her eyelids.
Moon arched her back, and Jake entered her hungrily. He moved up and down underneath her, his slow pace torturing her fevered body.
Hurry! she told Jake as he moved his hands over her body.
No. Slowly. he mumbled bluntly, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her back, lying on top of her. His thrusts became harder and harder, so quickly that Moon had to bite her lip to stifle a scream. But Jake slowed down again, and the pace began to drive her crazy; she wanted them to finish so the torture would end, but then again, she never wanted to climax - just to stay forever in ecstasy.
Jake paused to switch positions; he rolled over and put Moon on top of him. She rode him the way he liked, rolling her hips and moving up and down. Moon placed her hands on his sweat-covered chest and massaged gently as she made him moan and cry out.
Suddenly, Jake turned them over again, and he quickened their tempo until neither could stand it any longer. He thrust one more time and came; both cried out then collapsed. Moon shuddered underneath Jake and clung tightly to him.
You know what? she asked.
Let me guess.you love me and want me forever. Jake replied arrogantly with a grin. Moon pushed him off, stood up, and headed for the bathroom.
Nope. Im sticky. Im going to take a shower! she answered with a giggle, leaving Jake still grinning on the cold kitchen floor.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Part 1 of A Cubicle Conversation
I was way behind on our latest project, so once again I had to drag myself up to the office on a beautiful Sunday morning. It gets so depressing to see the sunrise in your rear view mirror, as you drive to work and it gets worse as you park your car and walk in the cool morning air to your building entrance. You then disappear into the frigid core of the building riding the elevator up, up, up to some floor that looks like any other floor. Stepping out of the elevator, you walk past a few open offices with the glimpses of a view mocking you as you then step into cubicle hell.
It is bad enough during the week, but on Sunday, the tiny passageways between desk areas seem to close in on you until you seem to be traversing the deep, frozen, bowels of some ancient catacomb. Fortunately, no one else is working, so you do not have to adjust yourself to tuning out forty different conversations all going on at the same time.
This particular Sunday started out no differently and not long after I booted up my computer, I put on my headphones, found some jazz on my Ipod and then got to work. With no phone calls and no other distractions I was getting a lot of work done, so around lunch time I decided to take a break. I pulled off my headphones and was about to stand up and stretch when I heard someone talking on the phone.
Immediately realized it was Carla, a fairly attractive woman, say in her mid-forties, with a short, somewhat frazzled hairstyle. I was about to say something to her when I realized she didn\'t know I was here. Not wanting to startle her, I sat quietly for a moment trying to figure out how to let her know I was here without giving her a heart attack. It was then that I began focusing on her phone conversation.
\.no, I swear, I\'m not wearing any,\ she said, giggling slightly.
That got my attention, so I quietly slid my chair up to the very edge of my cubicle. Carla\'s cube was situated diagonally adjacent to mine, so we shared a corner. Luckily, when the crews installed the cubicles, they left the corner trim off of Carla\'s, so all I had to do was carefully remove the trim on my cubicle and I could peek through the connection and see into her cubicle.
\I promise. Yeah, I\'m sitting here, with my feet propped up on the desk.\
The view I was able to get through the connection was very limited, but Carla just happened to be sitting in just the perfect position so I could see her completely. Just as she had mentioned to whomever she was talking to, she was sitting in her chair, her feet, crossed at the ankles, were propped up on the desktop. Though she was facing where I was watching from, the lights in my cubicle were off, so there was no chance of her seeing me from her brightly lit area.
Peeking through the crack, I watched as she continued her conversation. She was listening intently to whatever the person on the phone was talking about, but as she listened, she was slowly pulling her skirt up, first exposing her, nearly knee-hi boots, then exposing her thighs.
\So you want me to pull my dress up and then open my legs. But I told you, I\'m not wearing any panties. If I do what you tell my. my pussy will be exposed.\
Damn, I watched as the dress exposed her nicely shaved thighs and as she opened her legs I could see the dark patch of hair. The dress wasn\'t pulled up far enough to get a real good view, but I could feel my cock harden from just the quick glimpse I already had.
\You want my pussy exposed? But whatever for?\ she asked teasingly.
Leaning her head to the side and holding her phone pinched between her head and shoulder, she used both hands to adjust her dress up around her hips. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view. Besides learning that Carla was not a natural blond, I could see she had a beautiful pussy. I could see a hint of her pinkish inner lips curving out beyond the pale, flesh tone of the outer lips. As she began running her fingers lightly over the length of her slit, she opened up some, exposing more of the inner pink.
\Oh, you want me to touch myself, you want me to touch my pussy? Okay, I will,\ she said, burrowing two of her fingers into herself. \Oh my, it\'s wet. Yes, my pussy is so wet.\
Fuck, I\'m not sure what she was doing to whoever she was talking to on the phone, but she was beginning to drive me crazy. I quietly unzipped my pants and eased my cock out, hooking the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls. It felt so good to release myself from the confines of my pants.
\Touch my clit? But if I touch my clit too much I might come,\ Carla said into the phone. \You want me to come?
\You do want me to come? But only if you come with me,\ she continued while her fingers circled her clit. She then moved them down her slit and pushed them deep into her pussy.
\Yes, they\'re in my pussy now.
\Yes, it\'s wet, so wet.
\Your cock, oh God I want your cock in me, right now. Yeah, give me your cock, yeah.\
Her hand was moving faster, moving he wet up from her cunt to her clit and circling around it. The tiny pink nub glistened in her juices, sparkling as her fingers moved over it.
She groaned and then said, \Are you? You\'re coming. yes, just a second, yes. yes, I\'m coming. yes now, now. I\'m coming now.\
Damn, I wanted to come with her, but wasn\'t there yet. I stroked my cock, sliding my hand over the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.
\'You made a mess?
\You better clean yourself up and then call me back,\ I heard Carla say, \I\'ve got to go clean up a bit too. Bye.\
She got up and headed out of her cubicle. Figuring she was headed to the restroom, I kept stroking my cock, remembering her, legs spread wide open, begging for a cock. Ah, I felt the pleasure wash through me and I leaned forward, spurting my sticky white cum into the trash can.
I was reaching for a paper towel when I heard a voice behind me say, \Next time let me know you\'re here and we can do a duet for my friend.\
Turning my head, I caught a quick glimpse of Carla\'s sly smile as she turned and headed down the hall toward the restroom. I finished cleaning myself up and waited for her return, but after a few minutes, I heard two voices from that direction. Spying over the top of my cubicle, I saw Carla walking up the corridor with a man.
Seeing me, she paused at my cubicle and said, \John, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is my boyfriend John. Can you believe it, he came up here without even calling me, just to surprise me.\
I reached out my hand and said, \Nice to meet you John. Carla, I\'m gonna head on out now, have a nice rest of the weekend.\
\You too,\ she said, mouthing the words \Thank you,\ to me as her boyfriend was walking towards her cube.
I grabbed my things and headed to the elevators, wondering what other surprising secrets Carla might have to explore.
It is bad enough during the week, but on Sunday, the tiny passageways between desk areas seem to close in on you until you seem to be traversing the deep, frozen, bowels of some ancient catacomb. Fortunately, no one else is working, so you do not have to adjust yourself to tuning out forty different conversations all going on at the same time.
This particular Sunday started out no differently and not long after I booted up my computer, I put on my headphones, found some jazz on my Ipod and then got to work. With no phone calls and no other distractions I was getting a lot of work done, so around lunch time I decided to take a break. I pulled off my headphones and was about to stand up and stretch when I heard someone talking on the phone.
Immediately realized it was Carla, a fairly attractive woman, say in her mid-forties, with a short, somewhat frazzled hairstyle. I was about to say something to her when I realized she didn\'t know I was here. Not wanting to startle her, I sat quietly for a moment trying to figure out how to let her know I was here without giving her a heart attack. It was then that I began focusing on her phone conversation.
\.no, I swear, I\'m not wearing any,\ she said, giggling slightly.
That got my attention, so I quietly slid my chair up to the very edge of my cubicle. Carla\'s cube was situated diagonally adjacent to mine, so we shared a corner. Luckily, when the crews installed the cubicles, they left the corner trim off of Carla\'s, so all I had to do was carefully remove the trim on my cubicle and I could peek through the connection and see into her cubicle.
\I promise. Yeah, I\'m sitting here, with my feet propped up on the desk.\
The view I was able to get through the connection was very limited, but Carla just happened to be sitting in just the perfect position so I could see her completely. Just as she had mentioned to whomever she was talking to, she was sitting in her chair, her feet, crossed at the ankles, were propped up on the desktop. Though she was facing where I was watching from, the lights in my cubicle were off, so there was no chance of her seeing me from her brightly lit area.
Peeking through the crack, I watched as she continued her conversation. She was listening intently to whatever the person on the phone was talking about, but as she listened, she was slowly pulling her skirt up, first exposing her, nearly knee-hi boots, then exposing her thighs.
\So you want me to pull my dress up and then open my legs. But I told you, I\'m not wearing any panties. If I do what you tell my. my pussy will be exposed.\
Damn, I watched as the dress exposed her nicely shaved thighs and as she opened her legs I could see the dark patch of hair. The dress wasn\'t pulled up far enough to get a real good view, but I could feel my cock harden from just the quick glimpse I already had.
\You want my pussy exposed? But whatever for?\ she asked teasingly.
Leaning her head to the side and holding her phone pinched between her head and shoulder, she used both hands to adjust her dress up around her hips. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view. Besides learning that Carla was not a natural blond, I could see she had a beautiful pussy. I could see a hint of her pinkish inner lips curving out beyond the pale, flesh tone of the outer lips. As she began running her fingers lightly over the length of her slit, she opened up some, exposing more of the inner pink.
\Oh, you want me to touch myself, you want me to touch my pussy? Okay, I will,\ she said, burrowing two of her fingers into herself. \Oh my, it\'s wet. Yes, my pussy is so wet.\
Fuck, I\'m not sure what she was doing to whoever she was talking to on the phone, but she was beginning to drive me crazy. I quietly unzipped my pants and eased my cock out, hooking the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls. It felt so good to release myself from the confines of my pants.
\Touch my clit? But if I touch my clit too much I might come,\ Carla said into the phone. \You want me to come?
\You do want me to come? But only if you come with me,\ she continued while her fingers circled her clit. She then moved them down her slit and pushed them deep into her pussy.
\Yes, they\'re in my pussy now.
\Yes, it\'s wet, so wet.
\Your cock, oh God I want your cock in me, right now. Yeah, give me your cock, yeah.\
Her hand was moving faster, moving he wet up from her cunt to her clit and circling around it. The tiny pink nub glistened in her juices, sparkling as her fingers moved over it.
She groaned and then said, \Are you? You\'re coming. yes, just a second, yes. yes, I\'m coming. yes now, now. I\'m coming now.\
Damn, I wanted to come with her, but wasn\'t there yet. I stroked my cock, sliding my hand over the head all the way down the shaft and back up again.
\'You made a mess?
\You better clean yourself up and then call me back,\ I heard Carla say, \I\'ve got to go clean up a bit too. Bye.\
She got up and headed out of her cubicle. Figuring she was headed to the restroom, I kept stroking my cock, remembering her, legs spread wide open, begging for a cock. Ah, I felt the pleasure wash through me and I leaned forward, spurting my sticky white cum into the trash can.
I was reaching for a paper towel when I heard a voice behind me say, \Next time let me know you\'re here and we can do a duet for my friend.\
Turning my head, I caught a quick glimpse of Carla\'s sly smile as she turned and headed down the hall toward the restroom. I finished cleaning myself up and waited for her return, but after a few minutes, I heard two voices from that direction. Spying over the top of my cubicle, I saw Carla walking up the corridor with a man.
Seeing me, she paused at my cubicle and said, \John, this is Marcus. Marcus, this is my boyfriend John. Can you believe it, he came up here without even calling me, just to surprise me.\
I reached out my hand and said, \Nice to meet you John. Carla, I\'m gonna head on out now, have a nice rest of the weekend.\
\You too,\ she said, mouthing the words \Thank you,\ to me as her boyfriend was walking towards her cube.
I grabbed my things and headed to the elevators, wondering what other surprising secrets Carla might have to explore.
A Stepmother and Daughter Act
Paul felt like he was the luckiest man in the world; he not only had a young, hot wife in Torrie, whom he had married over a year ago and had been his daughter Kendall\'s best friend before that.
But nineteen year old Kenny was still living at home; Paul also carrying on a sexual relationship with her. Not that Torrie minded; she knew first hand about Kenny\'s own high sex drive.
What other guy had even one horny woman to fuck every night, much less two?
Torrie and Kenny had had a pact that both made sure he was satisfied if not by one, then the other.
\That way,\ she had told Kenny,\ we won\'t have to worry about your dad screwing around on us.\
He hadn\'t had both of them at once-at least not yet-but Torrie was his third wife; he had two prior marriages, widowed from his first wife, Lorrie, and divorced from his second, Mari.
Torrie had to be the hottest bitch in bed since the early days he had with Lorrie, the mother of his two older children, Paul Jr. and Kendall (\Kenny\).
Paul and Kendall had already been fucking for several months when he had watched her and Torrie getting each other off in the pool cabana one afternoon.
It hadn\'t been long after that that he and Torrie had hooked up for some wild sex of their own; she hadn\'t cared if he was old enough to be her father.
They had gotten married six months later, and he was dying to knock her up. So far, they had had no luck.
Torrie and Kenny had also carried on a lesbian relationship when Paul was on the road, which he secretly didn\'t mind.
It had beaten the hell out of either of them going out and looking for other men, whom both beautiful young women had gotten more than their share of stares from.
But Paul had finally gotten his threesome with both wife and daughter inadvertently when he had come home from the road and found them in bed, Kenny getting her stepmother/best friend off.
He had put a mock look of being pissed off on his face when he caught them; Torrie had gasped and pushed Kenny out from between her legs when she spotted Paul.
\Daddy, we.Kenny began, but Paul didn\'t let her finish.
He grabbed Kenny by her hair and put her over his knee on her stomach, giving Paul free access to spank her full ass.
He was so turned on from seeing both women together, but he wanted to make it even hotter.
\You have been a very bad girl. You\'re a slut, you know that?\ he growled as his hand slapped her bare ass.
All the time he spanked Kenny, his cock grew harder with each of her squeals.
Her ass was so beautiful and Paul couldn\'t wait to bury his dick in it again.
Paul pulled out a tube of KY from the bedside drawer.
\Get on your knees, slut,\ he ordered. \You\'re going to get that ass fucked while your lover and my whore wife Torrie watches.\
He then turned to his wife. \I didn\'t forget about you either, you little blond whore. I want to get you off while I fuck Kenny\'s ass. And you have to watch.\
Her husband\'s dirty talk made Torrie hornier. She spread her legs and began to stroke her own clit as Kenny lay flat on the bed, her round ass begging for her father\'s cock.
Paul coated his prick in KY and greased Kenny\'s ass to prepare it for a good fucking.
\Oh yes, my little slut,\ he growled again as he sank his dick deep inside her bunghole in one thrust. \You love this big dick in your hot ass, don\'t you, baby?\
\Oh Daddy, yes! YES! Fuck my ass!\ Kenny screamed as her asshole locked around the head of Paul\'s throbbing cock.
\Oh baby.Kenny.Torrie.I love fucking you girls,\ Paul growled as he kept pushing deeper into Kenny\'s bowels while he finger fucked Torrie, who was stroking her own clit.
Now very aroused, Torrie continued to watched in total amazement as she saw her husband\'s cock buried deep in her stepdaughter/best friend/lesbian lover\'s ass.
Paul\'s fingers went deeper into his wife\'s pussy and the combination of her own clit stroking, Paul\'s talented fingers buried in her and watching Kenny get her ass fucked made Torrie explode in orgasm.
His fingers pulled out of her pussy and slid into Torrie\'s mouth; she tasted herself on them, loving it.
His hand reached to her, pulling her toward him, making her watch even closer as he continued to pound his daughter\'s ass.
Paul\'s cock that was three-quarters buried in Kenny\'s ass. Her face was filled with pure lust that Torrie recognized as Kenny about to explode.
She began to rub her clit hard again, not taking her eyes off of Paul pumping in and out of Kenny as Paul buried his cock to the balls inside his daughter.
Kenny began to cum at last; her orgasm had also set off her father as Paul felt his cock begin to twitch.
\I\'m cumming!\ Paul yelled as he shot off a large load of cum into Kenny\'s ass.
Torrie too had cum again, being this was the hottest sex scene she had ever witnessed.
But she had a feeling that this wasn\'t the end as Paul stood up, got his land legs and went to shower.
\Don\'t go anywhere,\ he winked. \I don\'t think I\'m finished with you two yet.\
Once he had finished his shower, he had gone in to see his wife and daughter engaged in a passionate kiss, stroking each other\'s bodies.
\May I join in?\ Paul asked with a gleam in his eye.
Torrie and Kenny had pulled him down on the bed and pushed him on his back, taking turns sucking his now rock hard dick.
\You love this, don\'t you, Daddy? Your little slut daughter and your whore wife taking you at once?\ Kenny purred when Torrie handed his cock over to her.
\Does your beautiful daughter sucking your cock turn you on, Paul? I bet you want to cum soon, don\'t you?\ Torrie said sexily as Kenny deep throated him.
Paul started thrusting deep in Kenny\'s mouth. Oh God, he needed to cum. These two women in his life were so fucking hot!
Torrie and Kenny both sucked him, Kenny taking him deep in her mouth while Torrie sucked and licked his balls. Paul sighed with satisfaction while both of them worked him over.
Then he couldn\'t take any more. \Get up here on your backs, both of you,\ he panted.
Paul began to shoot long ropes of cum all over the two young women; covering their tits, stomachs and faces.
He collapsed in between them again, and they fell asleep in the same bed. It had to be the best night\'s sleep Paul would ever have.
-
Early the next morning, Paul\'s eyes opened wide as the tip of his cock slid into Torrie\'s willing mouth.
Kenny was whispering encouragement for her to take all of his cock, to suck her daddy good, to get him ready to fuck both of them.
Once he was totally hard, Torrie came up and straddled Paul, gradually lowering herself down until his cock was completely buried in her, then began to bounce wildly.
Torrie was panting as she rode him. \Fuck me, Paul.fuck your whore wife.fuck me.\ over and over as she slid up and down his pole.
Kenny was playing with her own pussy, overcome with desire and she watched them fuck.
\Mmmm.Torrie,\ said Kenny, \let\'s get Daddy off and make him shoot lots of cum up in you.\
Kenny then came up behind Torrie and began playing with her full, large breasts while Torrie threw her head back and moaned.
Paul knew it wouldn\'t be long before he would cum and he tried to make it last as long as possible.
It was not going to be an easy thing with Torrie\'s tight snatch bouncing on his cock while Kenny rubbed his wife\'s tits from behind.
Torrie panted as she kept up her pace and lowly murmuring, \Fuck me, baby. Fuck your whore wife. Use my pussy and make me your whore.\
She arched her back as she began her orgasm and Paul could feel her cunt muscles grip his cock before he exploded, filling Torrie\'s pussy to capacity.
Once the last shot had left his cock, Torrie collapsed onto him as Kenny came up and passionately kissed them both.
\Now,\ he said. \I want you girls to put on a little show for me.\
Happy to comply, Kenny pulled her stepmother off of him, then worked her way down Torrie\'s body before diving between her legs
She then began licking Torrie\'s clit, making her gradually moan louder as Kenny gently worked a finger into Torrie\'s asshole while sucking the remains of her father\'s cum from Torrie\'s freshly fucked cunt.
As his wife came from Kenny eating her, Paul had grown rock hard again, thinking this time would be his wife\'s turn to watch while he fucked his daughter\'s brains out.
He pulled Kenny off Torrie, then climbed between her legs, grinding into Kenny as he kissed her neck and rubbed her chest and stomach, and started sucking her nipples.
Kenny was so hungry for his cock that she was getting wetter and wetter.
\Fuck me, Daddy,\ she begged. \Please.\
While he sucked Kenny\'s full tits, Paul pushed the head of his cock just inside her waiting box.
\Fuck me hard right now, Daddy,\ Kenny told him. \I want you to give me a good fucking like you did Torrie.\
\I plan to, baby,\ Paul growled as she felt him push his length inside of her in one hard, fast motion and Kenny wailed as he slammed in and out of her.
Kenny spread her legs wider to give Torrie a better view of Paul and her fucking as he repeatedly shoved his cock in and out of her, Paul pumping faster and harder each time until Kenny squealed in orgasm.
She then looked over and saw Torrie fingering her own pussy while Kenny could feel Paul start to throb inside of her.
His grunts were getting gradually louder while he fucked her, knowing his release was only moments away.
\Oh God, Kenny!\ Paul finally yelled out. \I\'m ready to cum!\
Kenny moaned as Paul kept ramming into her mercilessly as Torrie too came close to orgasm from watching them fuck.
\Here\'s my cum, baby!\ he called out as he exploded.
Within moments, Kenny felt his spunk shoot into her, making her also cum, just as Torrie screamed out her own climax.
After a few more thrusts, Paul was out of his daughter\'s cunt and collapsed back onto the bed.
Nothing like starting the day with some great sex from two hot, horny women, he thought.
They then showered together before getting dressed and heading down to make breakfast.
He was going back on the road that day, and the girls had made sure he went off a very happy, very satisfied man.
The three of them still made love often, even with both Torrie and Kenny being a little farther along in their pregnancies now.
Still, there was more than one way to satisfy their man, and they made sure he was just that even after the babies came.
But nineteen year old Kenny was still living at home; Paul also carrying on a sexual relationship with her. Not that Torrie minded; she knew first hand about Kenny\'s own high sex drive.
What other guy had even one horny woman to fuck every night, much less two?
Torrie and Kenny had had a pact that both made sure he was satisfied if not by one, then the other.
\That way,\ she had told Kenny,\ we won\'t have to worry about your dad screwing around on us.\
He hadn\'t had both of them at once-at least not yet-but Torrie was his third wife; he had two prior marriages, widowed from his first wife, Lorrie, and divorced from his second, Mari.
Torrie had to be the hottest bitch in bed since the early days he had with Lorrie, the mother of his two older children, Paul Jr. and Kendall (\Kenny\).
Paul and Kendall had already been fucking for several months when he had watched her and Torrie getting each other off in the pool cabana one afternoon.
It hadn\'t been long after that that he and Torrie had hooked up for some wild sex of their own; she hadn\'t cared if he was old enough to be her father.
They had gotten married six months later, and he was dying to knock her up. So far, they had had no luck.
Torrie and Kenny had also carried on a lesbian relationship when Paul was on the road, which he secretly didn\'t mind.
It had beaten the hell out of either of them going out and looking for other men, whom both beautiful young women had gotten more than their share of stares from.
But Paul had finally gotten his threesome with both wife and daughter inadvertently when he had come home from the road and found them in bed, Kenny getting her stepmother/best friend off.
He had put a mock look of being pissed off on his face when he caught them; Torrie had gasped and pushed Kenny out from between her legs when she spotted Paul.
\Daddy, we.Kenny began, but Paul didn\'t let her finish.
He grabbed Kenny by her hair and put her over his knee on her stomach, giving Paul free access to spank her full ass.
He was so turned on from seeing both women together, but he wanted to make it even hotter.
\You have been a very bad girl. You\'re a slut, you know that?\ he growled as his hand slapped her bare ass.
All the time he spanked Kenny, his cock grew harder with each of her squeals.
Her ass was so beautiful and Paul couldn\'t wait to bury his dick in it again.
Paul pulled out a tube of KY from the bedside drawer.
\Get on your knees, slut,\ he ordered. \You\'re going to get that ass fucked while your lover and my whore wife Torrie watches.\
He then turned to his wife. \I didn\'t forget about you either, you little blond whore. I want to get you off while I fuck Kenny\'s ass. And you have to watch.\
Her husband\'s dirty talk made Torrie hornier. She spread her legs and began to stroke her own clit as Kenny lay flat on the bed, her round ass begging for her father\'s cock.
Paul coated his prick in KY and greased Kenny\'s ass to prepare it for a good fucking.
\Oh yes, my little slut,\ he growled again as he sank his dick deep inside her bunghole in one thrust. \You love this big dick in your hot ass, don\'t you, baby?\
\Oh Daddy, yes! YES! Fuck my ass!\ Kenny screamed as her asshole locked around the head of Paul\'s throbbing cock.
\Oh baby.Kenny.Torrie.I love fucking you girls,\ Paul growled as he kept pushing deeper into Kenny\'s bowels while he finger fucked Torrie, who was stroking her own clit.
Now very aroused, Torrie continued to watched in total amazement as she saw her husband\'s cock buried deep in her stepdaughter/best friend/lesbian lover\'s ass.
Paul\'s fingers went deeper into his wife\'s pussy and the combination of her own clit stroking, Paul\'s talented fingers buried in her and watching Kenny get her ass fucked made Torrie explode in orgasm.
His fingers pulled out of her pussy and slid into Torrie\'s mouth; she tasted herself on them, loving it.
His hand reached to her, pulling her toward him, making her watch even closer as he continued to pound his daughter\'s ass.
Paul\'s cock that was three-quarters buried in Kenny\'s ass. Her face was filled with pure lust that Torrie recognized as Kenny about to explode.
She began to rub her clit hard again, not taking her eyes off of Paul pumping in and out of Kenny as Paul buried his cock to the balls inside his daughter.
Kenny began to cum at last; her orgasm had also set off her father as Paul felt his cock begin to twitch.
\I\'m cumming!\ Paul yelled as he shot off a large load of cum into Kenny\'s ass.
Torrie too had cum again, being this was the hottest sex scene she had ever witnessed.
But she had a feeling that this wasn\'t the end as Paul stood up, got his land legs and went to shower.
\Don\'t go anywhere,\ he winked. \I don\'t think I\'m finished with you two yet.\
Once he had finished his shower, he had gone in to see his wife and daughter engaged in a passionate kiss, stroking each other\'s bodies.
\May I join in?\ Paul asked with a gleam in his eye.
Torrie and Kenny had pulled him down on the bed and pushed him on his back, taking turns sucking his now rock hard dick.
\You love this, don\'t you, Daddy? Your little slut daughter and your whore wife taking you at once?\ Kenny purred when Torrie handed his cock over to her.
\Does your beautiful daughter sucking your cock turn you on, Paul? I bet you want to cum soon, don\'t you?\ Torrie said sexily as Kenny deep throated him.
Paul started thrusting deep in Kenny\'s mouth. Oh God, he needed to cum. These two women in his life were so fucking hot!
Torrie and Kenny both sucked him, Kenny taking him deep in her mouth while Torrie sucked and licked his balls. Paul sighed with satisfaction while both of them worked him over.
Then he couldn\'t take any more. \Get up here on your backs, both of you,\ he panted.
Paul began to shoot long ropes of cum all over the two young women; covering their tits, stomachs and faces.
He collapsed in between them again, and they fell asleep in the same bed. It had to be the best night\'s sleep Paul would ever have.
-
Early the next morning, Paul\'s eyes opened wide as the tip of his cock slid into Torrie\'s willing mouth.
Kenny was whispering encouragement for her to take all of his cock, to suck her daddy good, to get him ready to fuck both of them.
Once he was totally hard, Torrie came up and straddled Paul, gradually lowering herself down until his cock was completely buried in her, then began to bounce wildly.
Torrie was panting as she rode him. \Fuck me, Paul.fuck your whore wife.fuck me.\ over and over as she slid up and down his pole.
Kenny was playing with her own pussy, overcome with desire and she watched them fuck.
\Mmmm.Torrie,\ said Kenny, \let\'s get Daddy off and make him shoot lots of cum up in you.\
Kenny then came up behind Torrie and began playing with her full, large breasts while Torrie threw her head back and moaned.
Paul knew it wouldn\'t be long before he would cum and he tried to make it last as long as possible.
It was not going to be an easy thing with Torrie\'s tight snatch bouncing on his cock while Kenny rubbed his wife\'s tits from behind.
Torrie panted as she kept up her pace and lowly murmuring, \Fuck me, baby. Fuck your whore wife. Use my pussy and make me your whore.\
She arched her back as she began her orgasm and Paul could feel her cunt muscles grip his cock before he exploded, filling Torrie\'s pussy to capacity.
Once the last shot had left his cock, Torrie collapsed onto him as Kenny came up and passionately kissed them both.
\Now,\ he said. \I want you girls to put on a little show for me.\
Happy to comply, Kenny pulled her stepmother off of him, then worked her way down Torrie\'s body before diving between her legs
She then began licking Torrie\'s clit, making her gradually moan louder as Kenny gently worked a finger into Torrie\'s asshole while sucking the remains of her father\'s cum from Torrie\'s freshly fucked cunt.
As his wife came from Kenny eating her, Paul had grown rock hard again, thinking this time would be his wife\'s turn to watch while he fucked his daughter\'s brains out.
He pulled Kenny off Torrie, then climbed between her legs, grinding into Kenny as he kissed her neck and rubbed her chest and stomach, and started sucking her nipples.
Kenny was so hungry for his cock that she was getting wetter and wetter.
\Fuck me, Daddy,\ she begged. \Please.\
While he sucked Kenny\'s full tits, Paul pushed the head of his cock just inside her waiting box.
\Fuck me hard right now, Daddy,\ Kenny told him. \I want you to give me a good fucking like you did Torrie.\
\I plan to, baby,\ Paul growled as she felt him push his length inside of her in one hard, fast motion and Kenny wailed as he slammed in and out of her.
Kenny spread her legs wider to give Torrie a better view of Paul and her fucking as he repeatedly shoved his cock in and out of her, Paul pumping faster and harder each time until Kenny squealed in orgasm.
She then looked over and saw Torrie fingering her own pussy while Kenny could feel Paul start to throb inside of her.
His grunts were getting gradually louder while he fucked her, knowing his release was only moments away.
\Oh God, Kenny!\ Paul finally yelled out. \I\'m ready to cum!\
Kenny moaned as Paul kept ramming into her mercilessly as Torrie too came close to orgasm from watching them fuck.
\Here\'s my cum, baby!\ he called out as he exploded.
Within moments, Kenny felt his spunk shoot into her, making her also cum, just as Torrie screamed out her own climax.
After a few more thrusts, Paul was out of his daughter\'s cunt and collapsed back onto the bed.
Nothing like starting the day with some great sex from two hot, horny women, he thought.
They then showered together before getting dressed and heading down to make breakfast.
He was going back on the road that day, and the girls had made sure he went off a very happy, very satisfied man.
The three of them still made love often, even with both Torrie and Kenny being a little farther along in their pregnancies now.
Still, there was more than one way to satisfy their man, and they made sure he was just that even after the babies came.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
My First Fantasy
Who is she? Let me tell you a little about her and then tell you about two small fantasies I have.
First of all, she is a Lady (capital \'L\'). She has graced me with her talent, her works, her pictures, her voice, and her company. Believe me! She\'s a lady! She, herself, has many names. She has shared with me some of her pictures and she is gorgeous and \'stacked\'.
As I\'ve said, she does fit her name. She is beautiful, mature, tanned, intelligent and her face and body are more than just fantastic. Personally, there\'s no one else I\'d rather hear of, see or talk with. not because I want to read what other people say about her talents, but because I want to know more of her. I\'ve always been rewarded by word from her or even more. by photo.
Her breasts are so perfect, like firm ripe peaches surrounded by the most delicate skin. perfect for a warm cheek, and lip. Her nipples are long and perfectly shaded. to take one into my mouth is an ultimate fantasy. And, breasts may be the first high points (pun intended) below her lovely face, but her body goes on, and on, and on. She has those perfect, soft, flat \'abs\' that we all want to enjoy. A tummy that is the softest perfection. to rest weary lips and head upon. Proceeding further \'south\' is the natural tourists\' destination. a soft mound above two of the most sensuous lips that guard the entrance to pussy.
When those lips are opened and that soft hood is raised, a tasty morsel is available to tempt the most serious palate. I dream of warming it further, caressing and \'spanking\' it softly until it is rigid and swollen. and then surrounding it with my lips and drawing it slowly into my mouth to gently suck, roll with my tongue, slide within my lips and graze so gently with my teeth. My dreams continue as I scrub it with the firm flat of my tongue and then slowly fold back her lips and inner folds to expose the curved delicate bottom where I explore fully with that same flattened tongue.
Slowly I begin a sensuous \'tongue fuck\' (I apologize for the crudeness but it fits my desires) and bring my fingers up to help. My hand reaches under her to softly fondle her cheeks and then they part them to expose that other soft entry. Slowly I lubricate the fingers of each hand from her moistened pussy. and tease myself. When thoroughly lubricated, I bring one hand to my lips, and waiting tongue, and taste her sweet syrup before returning for more lubricant. I share with her and then descend once more.
I begin a soft exploration, one finger at a time, into each of those two waiting entries to passion. my one finger slowly circles and lubricates before entering and exploring in its expedition to the back. My other hand\'s fingers slowly tease and then enter her pussy and circle wide to stretch and massage each point around it\'s entry and I gently work downward and inward. I feel her hips responding in their urgency and a soft sound echoes from her mouth.
Both hands are busy now as my tongue returns to her clit. My hands and mouth are busy, but my mind is still picturing those full, warm nipple capped breasts that lie only inches above.
My two fantasies? I can provide a simple description of each, but the actual, fantasies are much longer. Perhaps if there is interest, I will write more later.
We\'ve all seen those chairs that hair stylists use. They are soft cushioned marvels that swivel and tilt back. They have wide seats (perhaps wide enough for two? Almost!). They have armrests and footrests that make them quite enticing to a prurient mind.
I imagine myself as her hairdresser (not gay by any stretch. lasciviously and strictly hetero) when she enters the shop for her weekly \'do\'. Her perfect dark hair is my favorite and I enjoy every inch, but still not as much as I enjoy her. Today she is wearing that tight, pure white button-front blouse that hugs and deviously caresses her wonderful breasts. Below, she is wearing her black, kid-leather mini skirt, and high, black heels. Her calves, too, are mouth-watering as she walks.
I seat her and my eyes rape her, lingering at every spot. I have always dreamed that she wears nothing under that skirt. how could she? There isn\'t a line to mar the perfection of her hips, thighs and sweet-rounded ass. It is hot out and she has unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and I have the most perfect view of the magnificent cleavage between her breasts. touched by tiny glowing beads of perspiration. Her nipples are challenging the white fabric and perfectly observable. My mouth is already salivating as I swallow before welcoming her with my choked voice.
I seat her and take her order. and my groin is already feeling the pressure of a firm demand. I stand over her and inspect her hair prior to the shampoo. I rotate the chair and her body swirls close to mine. Her head is aligned as I slowly tilt her body back above the basin where the warm water is already running. I stand at her side and lift her hair before lowering it into the sink. The water circles in the basin wetting her hair. the way I want to circle and wet her clit.
I take a small bottle of her favorite shampoo from the shelf and pour it into my hand as I reach to massage her scalp. Her head is perfect in my hands and her hair so silky and sexy. The strain in my back forces me to move a bit closer and then I feel the warmth of her arm through my pants directly beneath my hardened manhood. I jump back and apologize, but she merely smiles below softly closed eyes.
I can\'t lift her head without again coming in contact and her warmth is so intoxicating that this time I leave my hips in place. Her smile returns and I have trouble concentrating on my job. I massage her scalp, running the suds through my fingers and caressing each strand. Finally, I\'m forced to withdraw my fingers and begin the task of rinsing. The water flows so sweetly through her hair as I watch, and as I finish I feel her stir. Her arm moves and I feel an increased pressure on my raging hard-on. She slides her arm back and forth and it takes a moment before I realize that she is enjoying me.
I lean in harder and help the stroking by sliding my hips slightly. She retracts her arm quickly and I\'m afraid that I misunderstood, but then I feel her hand around me through the pants and I\'m happy. I have the curtain pulled around the chair for her privacy. just as with each client.
I\'ve finished the rinsing and pick up a dry towel to wrap her hair before the dryer. As I rotate the chair away from the basin she uses her grip to pull herself close to me and her eyes open. She holds me with one hand as the other unzips me. She reaches within and pulls me out violently and with her head still back and her head tilted sideways, she pulls herself over and kisses my proud member.
Her lips kiss me and her tongue extends for a slight taste. She seems to be pleased as she returns to lavish me with her tongue and my hand has begun unbuttoning her blouse. Her mouth surrounds my eager cock and greedily sucks me in. and my hands have found her bare breasts and they cup each and close on her nipples as they\'re caught between thumb and finger.
Now I can hear the soft noises of her mouth on me and I lower my own to take in a nipple and my freed hand finds the hem of her skirt. She is ravishing me as I reach under and I moan as I realize that indeed she is wearing nothing under that skirt. Her wetness greets me and her legs open as I pull back the skirt.
I am half leaning over her as her legs come back to rest her feet on the seat of the chair and her thighs spread wide. My mouth is salivating so strongly that it adds to her wetness as I bury my face and feel her strong mouth working on me. My tongue tastes her sweetness and begins a labor of its own as it raises and enters beneath her soft hood to locate her clit. Her scent is overpowering and sensuous and it fills my lungs as I\'ve finally found it and plunge my lips around it. Our tongues work in unison as we each strive to satisfy.
I feel her hips rise as her legs tighten thrusting it into me. Her body trembles as I feel the first climax and taste its sweet reward. Again and again I pleasure her and am rewarded in turn. My hips begin a motion of their own as I strive to fill her mouth and throat. I taste her at one end and feel her wetness and soft mouth at the other. My cock is plunging deep and I can feel it enter and leave her throat. With one last lick and one last plunge of my fingers deep within her pussy, I feel myself climaxing.
Immediately her hand comes down to the back of my head, her hips thrust in one last deep push and we explode together. I fill her throat and spill over into her mouth and I retract slightly to allow her a breath as I feel myself tighten again for another surge of seed. She had flushed my face with her sweetness and I work to keep her clean, but her flood is as plentiful as my own.
I can feel her mouth swallowing as I fill her again and again. I can feel her lips and her tongue, and I can hear that soft sustained moan. Her nectar has filled me and spilled over, but I am quick and don\'t want to lose a drop of her precious climax. Finally the raging storm in my loins begins to recede and my surging fountain slows to a stop. I can feel her still lingering as I am, too.
Our passion temporarily sated, I straighten and stand. Her naked lips are beautifully wet and scented as she smoothes her skirt and her breasts are still demanding as she closes the blouse. My hand has closed the zipper after forcing my flaccid, happy member back into its recess.
I return with a warm damp cloth, raise her skirt, and gently clean her before lowering it once more and helping her to stand. Both our legs are wobbly as I pull back the curtain and escort her to the setting booth.
I will write of my second fantasy as time permits - by then I may have two more.
First of all, she is a Lady (capital \'L\'). She has graced me with her talent, her works, her pictures, her voice, and her company. Believe me! She\'s a lady! She, herself, has many names. She has shared with me some of her pictures and she is gorgeous and \'stacked\'.
As I\'ve said, she does fit her name. She is beautiful, mature, tanned, intelligent and her face and body are more than just fantastic. Personally, there\'s no one else I\'d rather hear of, see or talk with. not because I want to read what other people say about her talents, but because I want to know more of her. I\'ve always been rewarded by word from her or even more. by photo.
Her breasts are so perfect, like firm ripe peaches surrounded by the most delicate skin. perfect for a warm cheek, and lip. Her nipples are long and perfectly shaded. to take one into my mouth is an ultimate fantasy. And, breasts may be the first high points (pun intended) below her lovely face, but her body goes on, and on, and on. She has those perfect, soft, flat \'abs\' that we all want to enjoy. A tummy that is the softest perfection. to rest weary lips and head upon. Proceeding further \'south\' is the natural tourists\' destination. a soft mound above two of the most sensuous lips that guard the entrance to pussy.
When those lips are opened and that soft hood is raised, a tasty morsel is available to tempt the most serious palate. I dream of warming it further, caressing and \'spanking\' it softly until it is rigid and swollen. and then surrounding it with my lips and drawing it slowly into my mouth to gently suck, roll with my tongue, slide within my lips and graze so gently with my teeth. My dreams continue as I scrub it with the firm flat of my tongue and then slowly fold back her lips and inner folds to expose the curved delicate bottom where I explore fully with that same flattened tongue.
Slowly I begin a sensuous \'tongue fuck\' (I apologize for the crudeness but it fits my desires) and bring my fingers up to help. My hand reaches under her to softly fondle her cheeks and then they part them to expose that other soft entry. Slowly I lubricate the fingers of each hand from her moistened pussy. and tease myself. When thoroughly lubricated, I bring one hand to my lips, and waiting tongue, and taste her sweet syrup before returning for more lubricant. I share with her and then descend once more.
I begin a soft exploration, one finger at a time, into each of those two waiting entries to passion. my one finger slowly circles and lubricates before entering and exploring in its expedition to the back. My other hand\'s fingers slowly tease and then enter her pussy and circle wide to stretch and massage each point around it\'s entry and I gently work downward and inward. I feel her hips responding in their urgency and a soft sound echoes from her mouth.
Both hands are busy now as my tongue returns to her clit. My hands and mouth are busy, but my mind is still picturing those full, warm nipple capped breasts that lie only inches above.
My two fantasies? I can provide a simple description of each, but the actual, fantasies are much longer. Perhaps if there is interest, I will write more later.
We\'ve all seen those chairs that hair stylists use. They are soft cushioned marvels that swivel and tilt back. They have wide seats (perhaps wide enough for two? Almost!). They have armrests and footrests that make them quite enticing to a prurient mind.
I imagine myself as her hairdresser (not gay by any stretch. lasciviously and strictly hetero) when she enters the shop for her weekly \'do\'. Her perfect dark hair is my favorite and I enjoy every inch, but still not as much as I enjoy her. Today she is wearing that tight, pure white button-front blouse that hugs and deviously caresses her wonderful breasts. Below, she is wearing her black, kid-leather mini skirt, and high, black heels. Her calves, too, are mouth-watering as she walks.
I seat her and my eyes rape her, lingering at every spot. I have always dreamed that she wears nothing under that skirt. how could she? There isn\'t a line to mar the perfection of her hips, thighs and sweet-rounded ass. It is hot out and she has unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and I have the most perfect view of the magnificent cleavage between her breasts. touched by tiny glowing beads of perspiration. Her nipples are challenging the white fabric and perfectly observable. My mouth is already salivating as I swallow before welcoming her with my choked voice.
I seat her and take her order. and my groin is already feeling the pressure of a firm demand. I stand over her and inspect her hair prior to the shampoo. I rotate the chair and her body swirls close to mine. Her head is aligned as I slowly tilt her body back above the basin where the warm water is already running. I stand at her side and lift her hair before lowering it into the sink. The water circles in the basin wetting her hair. the way I want to circle and wet her clit.
I take a small bottle of her favorite shampoo from the shelf and pour it into my hand as I reach to massage her scalp. Her head is perfect in my hands and her hair so silky and sexy. The strain in my back forces me to move a bit closer and then I feel the warmth of her arm through my pants directly beneath my hardened manhood. I jump back and apologize, but she merely smiles below softly closed eyes.
I can\'t lift her head without again coming in contact and her warmth is so intoxicating that this time I leave my hips in place. Her smile returns and I have trouble concentrating on my job. I massage her scalp, running the suds through my fingers and caressing each strand. Finally, I\'m forced to withdraw my fingers and begin the task of rinsing. The water flows so sweetly through her hair as I watch, and as I finish I feel her stir. Her arm moves and I feel an increased pressure on my raging hard-on. She slides her arm back and forth and it takes a moment before I realize that she is enjoying me.
I lean in harder and help the stroking by sliding my hips slightly. She retracts her arm quickly and I\'m afraid that I misunderstood, but then I feel her hand around me through the pants and I\'m happy. I have the curtain pulled around the chair for her privacy. just as with each client.
I\'ve finished the rinsing and pick up a dry towel to wrap her hair before the dryer. As I rotate the chair away from the basin she uses her grip to pull herself close to me and her eyes open. She holds me with one hand as the other unzips me. She reaches within and pulls me out violently and with her head still back and her head tilted sideways, she pulls herself over and kisses my proud member.
Her lips kiss me and her tongue extends for a slight taste. She seems to be pleased as she returns to lavish me with her tongue and my hand has begun unbuttoning her blouse. Her mouth surrounds my eager cock and greedily sucks me in. and my hands have found her bare breasts and they cup each and close on her nipples as they\'re caught between thumb and finger.
Now I can hear the soft noises of her mouth on me and I lower my own to take in a nipple and my freed hand finds the hem of her skirt. She is ravishing me as I reach under and I moan as I realize that indeed she is wearing nothing under that skirt. Her wetness greets me and her legs open as I pull back the skirt.
I am half leaning over her as her legs come back to rest her feet on the seat of the chair and her thighs spread wide. My mouth is salivating so strongly that it adds to her wetness as I bury my face and feel her strong mouth working on me. My tongue tastes her sweetness and begins a labor of its own as it raises and enters beneath her soft hood to locate her clit. Her scent is overpowering and sensuous and it fills my lungs as I\'ve finally found it and plunge my lips around it. Our tongues work in unison as we each strive to satisfy.
I feel her hips rise as her legs tighten thrusting it into me. Her body trembles as I feel the first climax and taste its sweet reward. Again and again I pleasure her and am rewarded in turn. My hips begin a motion of their own as I strive to fill her mouth and throat. I taste her at one end and feel her wetness and soft mouth at the other. My cock is plunging deep and I can feel it enter and leave her throat. With one last lick and one last plunge of my fingers deep within her pussy, I feel myself climaxing.
Immediately her hand comes down to the back of my head, her hips thrust in one last deep push and we explode together. I fill her throat and spill over into her mouth and I retract slightly to allow her a breath as I feel myself tighten again for another surge of seed. She had flushed my face with her sweetness and I work to keep her clean, but her flood is as plentiful as my own.
I can feel her mouth swallowing as I fill her again and again. I can feel her lips and her tongue, and I can hear that soft sustained moan. Her nectar has filled me and spilled over, but I am quick and don\'t want to lose a drop of her precious climax. Finally the raging storm in my loins begins to recede and my surging fountain slows to a stop. I can feel her still lingering as I am, too.
Our passion temporarily sated, I straighten and stand. Her naked lips are beautifully wet and scented as she smoothes her skirt and her breasts are still demanding as she closes the blouse. My hand has closed the zipper after forcing my flaccid, happy member back into its recess.
I return with a warm damp cloth, raise her skirt, and gently clean her before lowering it once more and helping her to stand. Both our legs are wobbly as I pull back the curtain and escort her to the setting booth.
I will write of my second fantasy as time permits - by then I may have two more.
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