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Liza giggled as she sat back down on the sofa, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Whats so funny I asked?" wondering what had tickled her fancy. After all the only thing that had happened was that she'd just been to the toilet to relieve the pressure that the 3 or 4 glasses of wine that we'd both had must have been causing her.

"Come on what brought on the giggling fit?"

She stood up and came over to me. In what seemed like a strange move she turned side on to me and put her foot next to mine.

"Yep thats about right then, quite a bit bigger just like I thought" Then she laughed and sat back down again, her face glowing and two eyes that just said mischief.

"Umm is that a surprise? Of course my feet are
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bigger than yours!"

"No it's not really a surprise, what was the surprise was what I saw in your bedroom"

"What do you mean? Why were you in there?" I said, trepidation building in my body as the words came out of my mouth.

"Oh I didn't go in there initially, I just glanced in  as I was coming out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help noticing the pantyhose hanging over the side of the bed. Then my curiosity was piqued and I saw the lovely black Maryjanes on the floor below. Thats why I wanted to check what size you were. And as it happens you seem to be about the correct size to fit them. And what was even stranger was the shoes are exactly the same as these ones I'm wearing today. So...anything you might want to tell me?" and her voice trailed off as she laughed again.

"Umm well they belong to.." and she sharply cut me off "Don't give me a bullshit story, I know they're obviously yours..so what's the deal?"

I didnt know what to do, I was caught red-handed with no escape. My little secret had been uncovered and I could barely get a word out in explanation.

"Well...it's just that every now and then I...." and then my own voice caught as I tried to work out what to say. The evil look on her face was one of fun though, and I suppose the wine had made us both a bit more open to surprises so I blurted the truth out.

"Look, I've got a real fetish for some things. And as it happens pantyhose and heels are top of the list. I really get off on wearing them, I know its weird but I cant help it"

"Yeah OK I got no problem with that, but is it an accident that the shoes I saw match my own perfectly?"

"Well no...What REALLY gets me going is to wear something that someone I know wears. I love looking at what all the girls at work wear and trying to get my own.And I like yours especially. It takes a while to find out the right brand and everything, and then to get some that fit me, but when I do... well... And I knew you were coming today and I was hoping you'd wear those shoes so I sort of prepared by wearing mine for a while earlier. Oh god, you probably think I'm a real nutter"

She looked across at me and then stood up. "Well come on then, if you like to wear them that much we should match now. Come on, put em on and show me"

My heart was going a million miles an hour. I was terrified but excited at the same time. Liza was about to help me live my ultimate fantasy. Even as she dragged me into the bedroom my dick started to stiffen. Oh god, how was I going to hide it!

We sat on the bed and she told me to take my jeans off. I dropped them to the ground and then removed my socks.

"Ok put the pantyhose on for me" I did as I was told and she said "Oh dear, you even know how to put them on properly, you've obviously been doing this for some time. And by the looks of things you really do enjoy it too" as her eyes glanced downward toward the throbbing member that I could no longer hide.

"Come on, shoes next" and I reluctantly slid my feet into the heels and buckled them up.

She looked at me and said "You know ordinarily I wouldnt be interested in you, as you know, we're just friends. Maybe its the wine talking but this really turns me on I have to say." She leaned across and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"So, it seems a shame to waste this, what say we have a bit of fun then?"

I wasn't sure what she meant but then she rolled over and pulled me onto the bed. She positioned me face down and then removed all her own clothes except her own pantyhose and shoes. She slid on top of me and for the first time I felt the exquisite feel of nylon upon nylon as she moved her own legs in and out of mine. My god the feeling was incredible, it was everything I'd ever hoped it would be, and I was in heaven. Judging by the noise she was making it was something good for her as well. Every time she moved her leg a tingling sensation went through me and I was sure that I'd cum in record time.

"Do you want to swap around?" I heard her say?

"In what way?

"This time you can be the girlie" and I felt her rip a hole in my pantyhose and her finger started playing with my rear. Oh god this isn't what I'd planned, I'm not sure I want to go here. But she kept going and pretty soon I felt her slender finger invading my crack, and then slowly sliding inside my hole.
Is this what its like I asked myself? I know I'm not gay, but boy does this feel good. Liza kept it up for a while with her finger exploring everywhere inside my hole and I was going wild with delight.

"You got a vibe or a dildo?' she asked?

"Umm yeah in the bedside drawer" I figured she was going to let me play with her a bit now. I didn't think we'd actually fuck as such, I didn't think that she'd want that so the vibe request seemed reasonable. But I was wrong. Seconds later I felt a healthy squirt of lubricant on my ass and then the tip of the vibe was nesting in my ass crack

"Oh I'm not sure we should go down this road?"

"Don't be silly, if you're going to dress like a girlie you need to be fucked like one, I think you might just enjoy it" she said as she pushed the first part of the vibe in my hole.

Oh god it felt like a telephone pole it was so big, but I couldn't disagree that it was making me extremely horny and my dick had never been harder. She pushed more, and more and gradually the whole length was inside me. I'd never felt anything like this before and although it was uncomfortable, I wanted more all of a sudden.
Liza started to move it in and out in long slow strokes, gradually building up momentum. Almost involuntarily I started to respond and move with her rhythm. She would thrust and I would push back. It was feeling incredible and she knew I was enjoying it.
By this stage she'd moved into a reverse position so she was next to me and her pantyhosed legs and feet were next to my head as she concentrated on fucking my hole with the vibe.
I grabbed one of her feet and started to lick her leg, my tongue dancing over the nylon and occasionally onto the leather of her shoes. I was surprised to hear her moan, obviously she had some fetish in this area as well. I renewed my licking and slipped one of her shoes off and started to suck her toes through her hose. She momentarily stopped fucking me as she gasped with pleasure. Seems we both shared some enjoyment here.

"Are you ready yet?" she asked me in between moans

"I'm so close it doesn't matter, and if you slam that thing inside me one more time I'm gonna flood the bed soon"

She pulled the vibe out of my swollen ass and quickly rolled me over onto my back. She grabbed a spare pair of pantyhose out of my drawer and wrapped them around my swollen member and then placed her mouth over them as well. My cock went into her mouth surrounded by nylon... I was in heaven and living my ultimate fantasy, and I could believe it.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum...you gotta let me cum" I yelled.

She ripped a hole in my pantyhose and swivelled around and stuck her finger back in my ass hole. Then she positioned her own feet next to my cock. With barely a couple of strokes from her free hand my cock erupted and a torrent of cum shot forth from it. The sticky juice went all over her leg and shoes,and trickled down in between her toes. It was more than I'd ever cum in my entire life, I thought I'd never stop.

"Enjoy that did you?"

"Umm, yes, very much so" I gasped trying to catch my breath.

"Good, cos Its my turn now and I snuck a look in your closet and saw all those other shoes and we're going to try them all out tonight..."

And I knew that there was a LOT more still to come.....


The Unexpected Anal Encounter

DJN57 on Anal Stories

             Joe Kelley steered his car into the parking garage, found an open spot, turned the car off, and took a deep breath. It was the day of his annual physical. He had no reason to be nervous but anything medical caused him some anxiety. Joe made his way into the large medical office building and up to the 8th Floor to the office of Dr. John O’Connor. It took several minutes to check in with Judy, the office assistant. He knew the routine. Fill out the information sheet, give her the insurance card, and settle in for a wait. There were three other doc

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tors in the office and two other people sat patiently waiting. He had the last appointment of the day and he hoped the wait would not be long.

                The time gave Joe a few minutes to reflect. Now 45 years old, he had been divorced for 3 years with 2 kids in high school. The kids were Sarah, 15, and Julie, 17 and they lived with his ex-wife, Paula. He saw them on most Wednesday evenings for dinner and every other weekend.  Joe was an accountant and had worked for a medium sized accounting and business consulting company for 15 years. He didn’t think of himself as a workaholic but the demands of his work had definitely taken a toll on his marriage.

                Dr. O’Connor opened the door and interrupted his thoughts. He greeted Joe and invited him into his office. Joe had been seeing the doctor for several years and liked him. They were both in their mid 40’s and he had been very supportive during the divorce. As they entered his office Joe was surprised to see a young woman standing next to the desk.

                “Joe, this is Molly Grant. She’s a pre-med student at the University and has been sitting in with me today. If it’s ok with you, she will be observing your checkup.”

                Molly smiled and Joe introduced himself.  Like most guys, he quickly checked out her appearance. She was medium height, dark haired, had a pretty face and carried a few extra pounds. Average, but not bad, was the thought that came to Joe’s mind. He turned to the Doctor, “It’s no problem Doc. She’s welcome to stay.”

                They all sat down and Dr. O’Connor went through a series of questions to update Joe’s history and to see if there had been any changes in his health. Most of it was routine and the doctor once again told him he needed to work some more exercise into his life. Joe acknowledged the shortcoming and turned to Molly and joked, “He can be a nag sometimes.”

                Molly just smiled and the doctor then directed Joe to the examining room, “Strip down to your shorts. I’ll be back in a minute.”

                Joe got undressed and sat on the examining table in his boxers. He was 5’10”, weighed 180, and was in reasonable shape for a guy in his mid 40’s. The door opened and Joe was a little surprised to see both Dr. O’Connor and Molly enter the room. He felt a little embarrassed and maybe a little thrilled to be standing in his underwear in front of Molly. The doctor spoke first, “Is it ok if she observes?”

                Joe nodded, “It’s fine.”

                Dr. O’Connor started the exam as Molly stood off to the side of the room. He did the normal physical checks, conducted an EKG, and finally said he needed check for a hernia and do the prostate exam. Joe stood next to the examining table and slipped his boxers down to his knees. Dr. O’Connor hesitated for a minute and then said, “Oh, ok, I was going to ask Molly to leave for this but I guess it’s ok.”

                The doctor did the hernia checks, examined Joe’s testicles, and then told him to bend over the exam table for the prostate exam. As he turned, Joe caught Molly’s eye and she gave a slight smile. Then he felt the lubricated finger slide up his ass. He thought to himself, “Well, she is sure getting the whole picture.”

                With the exam completed, Joe dressed, spent a few minutes with the doctor, checked out, and headed down to the lobby. There was a coffee shop on the main floor and Joe went in to grab a cup for the ride home. He saw Molly standing at the counter, said hello, and offered to buy her a cup.

                After getting their coffee they sat at a table and she thanked him, “I needed this. It’s been a long day.”

                “I hope you learned some things.”

                “Most of it was kind of boring but it was nice to see what he actually does on a typical day.”

                There was a moment of silence before Joe spoke, “I hope I didn’t embarrass you. I thought you were there to see the complete exam.”

                Molly gave a little laugh, “Well, it was a little unexpected, but …..um” She hesitated.

                “But? But what?”

                “Oh, nothing. I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

                “Please, go ahead. Hey, you’ve already seen me in a pretty compromising position.”

                “That I have. It’s just that it was kind of, well, erotic.”

                Joe stopped and looked at Molly. “Erotic? I think you have to tell me more.”

                “Ok, it wasn’t the fact that I saw you naked. I’ve seen guys naked before. No big deal.”

                Joe tried to look offended, “Thanks. You know how to hurt a guy.”

                Molly smiled, “No, no, I’m not saying I didn’t like that part of it too. It’s just that I didn’t expect to be affected by the anal thing.”

                Joe was surprised to suddenly find himself in a sexual discussion with a young woman. He loved the openness and he wanted to continue it. He wanted to see where it was headed, “Did you like seeing the doc have his way with me?”

                Molly was intrigued too. This open talk wasn’t something she had done before. “I’m not sure how to explain this. I’ve been with guys before but, well, I guess most of what I have done is pretty normal. You know, just sex.”

                “Did you sort of wish it had been you instead of the doc doing the exam?”

                Molly blushed slightly, “The thought crossed my mind. You probably think I’m being a little silly. I mean you were married. I’m sure you had a chance to do all kinds of things with your wife.”

                Joe looked down and did a quick reflection on his married sex life. The truth was it had not been that great. Paula was a nice looking woman but not all that enthusiastic or adventurous about sex. She did not like anything out of the ordinary and that included any anal activity. Even oral sex became infrequent during those last years together. He looked up at Molly, “You might be surprised. I don’t think my ex would have found that scene erotic at all. I must say though that the idea of you doing exam is very appealing. How long before you become a doctor?”

                He saw a grin on her face, “Maybe we don’t have to wait that long.”

                “Are you saying what I think you are saying? You know I’m almost old enough to be your father.”

                “Joe, I know this is a little weird but I like you and for some reason you have made me instantly comfortable. I can’t believe what we just talked about. You’re divorced. I’m not involved with anyone. Why not have some fun. You don’t seem bothered by my interest in this.”

                “Why don’t we go and grab some dinner? That will give us some time to get to know each other better and decide where we want to go with this.”

                “I like that idea. It’s been awhile since anyone asked me to dinner.”

                They left the coffee shop and drove to an Olive Garden a few miles away. It was a Tuesday night and the restaurant was not busy. Dinner went well and they both enjoyed doing something purely social for a change. Molly had been focused on her pre-med program trying to increase her chances of getting into med school. Joe had filled the void created by his divorce by just working more and more. Even though they had just met there was a level of trust and intimacy in their conversation.

                Leaving the restaurant, Joe walked Molly to her car where she turned to face him. He gave her a kiss and she smiled. He thanked her for an enjoyable dinner and asked, “Would you like to join me at my apartment?”

                “Will I get to play doctor?”

                “Absolutely. Anything you want.”

                Molly followed him to his apartment and they walked to the front door together. He unlocked it and allowed her to step inside. After closing and locking the door he turned and she was in his arms, kissing him. He held her and they kissed for several minutes, her body pressed against him and his hands caressing her back. Joe then directed her to his bedroom, “You’ve seen me naked. I want to undress you.”

                “Let’s undress together.” Molly began to unbutton her blouse. Joe followed her lead and unbuttoned his dress shirt. They slipped their shirts off together and Joe’s eyes were drawn to Molly’s white bra with her nipples pushing through the thin material. She reached behind to unhook it as Joe lifted his t-shirt over his head. The bra fell away exposing Molly’s beautiful, nicely sized breasts. He took a deep breath, “Molly, you are beautiful.”

                She ran her hands over her breasts and gently held her hardened nipples between her fingers. She then reached down and began to undo her slacks. Joe again followed and they pushed there pants down their legs together. Molly saw Joe’s obviously hard cock pushing the front of his boxers out and smiled. Joe was focused on the white silky panties worn by Molly. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and said, “Let’s do it.”

                The underwear slid away and they stood naked facing one another. Joe took her into his arms feeling her skin against his. They kissed and caressed and he pressed his hardness into her.

                Molly was medium height, 5’5”, and weighed about 140. She had nice sized breasts with smallish nipples and carried a little extra weight around her middle. Her pubic hair was full and matched the short dark hair on her head. In her 21 years she had had sex with a total of 3 guys, one in high school and two in college. In her estimation, the first and last had been about average and the middle guy a little better. The relationships had not lasted long and the sex did not progress beyond some oral and intercourse.

                Joe would definitely be the most experienced (and oldest) lover she had been with. As they embraced she reached down and took his hardness into her hand. She slowly stroked him loving the feel of his fully erect cock, loving that he was excited for her. After caressing him for a minute Molly whispered into Joe’s ear, “Do you have any KY?”

                He pulled away, walked toward the nightstand, and chuckled, “Actually I do. I was a great Boy Scout. Always be prepared.”

                Molly took the KY and instructed him to bend over the edge of the bed. Joe positioned himself and she paused, looking at his ass. This was what she had always thought sex could be, a chance for two people to explore, to be playful, and be open to new experiences. Molly spread his cheeks and ran her finger over his ass. Joe jumped and moaned. She applied some KY and massaged his dark hole before sliding her finger in. The feeling was not new. She had had her finger in her own ass in the shower but there was a thrill to be doing this to a man.

                “How’s that?” She asked.

                “I like that it is you.”

                “I love the feel. So tight. So different.” She moved her finger moved slowly in and out for a minute or two and then paused and asked him to lie on his back. Joe scooted onto the bed and Molly joined him. She took his cock in her hand, stroked him, and leaned down to take him into her mouth.

                Joe moaned as Molly sucked him. He felt her tongue move over the head of his cock and then the gentle pressure as took as much as she could into her mouth. Molly had always liked pleasing a guy like this. She knew how intense the feeling could be for a man and she liked the feeling of control it gave her. As she sucked him her finger moved back to his ass and she slipped it into the tight hole.

                “Oh God, yes.” Joe tried to push his cock further into her mouth as her finger moved in his ass. The combined feeling was incredible and he knew he was going to cum. He wanted it to last but Molly’s wonderful pressure on his cock pushed him over the edge and he cried out as the first jets of cum shot into her warm mouth. Joe’s body shook and jerked and she held him in her mouth swallowing his cum. It had been a long time since he had felt an orgasm anywhere near as intense. When he relaxed, she moved up and kissed him.

                Joe spoke first, “I’m speechless. You really got me going. That ass thing is wild.”

                “It was awesome. I could feel it in your ass when you came. I can’t believe we did that.”

                Joe kissed her, a slight taste of semen in her mouth, “Can I return the favor?”

                Molly lay back, “I want you to. That got me so hot.”

                Joe kissed his way to her breasts while his fingers moved between her legs. He took her nipples into his mouth and she moaned softly as he sucked gently. His fingers slipped through the curls of her pubic hair and he touched the soft lips of her pussy. Pushing a finger between them he could feel her wetness. Wanting to taste her he moved between her legs and let his tongue slowly move up and down her slit.

                It had been a long time since Joe had been with a woman this young. He wanted to take it slow and really enjoy her. She still had that youthful fascination and joy with sex.  Joe had always loved giving a woman oral and he really loved it when he was able to make them cum. It had happened very rarely with his wife and hoped he could experience it with Molly. He looked up at her and said, “This is good. Your pussy is beautiful.”

                Molly closed her eyes, relaxed and let herself just enjoy the sensations. Joe was really hitting all the right spots. His tongue was inside, then it was on her clit. She was moving and he seemed to be in the same rhythm touching her just where she wanted it and with just the right pressure. It had been some time since a guy had his face between her legs and before long she knew she was going to cum.

                “Oh Joe, oh my God, yes, that’s it, oh God.”

                He knew she was close and he focused on her clit, gently sucking it into his mouth, then flicking it with his tongue. Her hands caressed her nipples and then he felt it. She tensed and moaned and the waves of her orgasm took over. Molly’s body shivered and her hips moved as she came. Joe continued to lick her wanting to make it last for her. When he felt her relax he moved up to lie beside her.

                Molly turned and smiled at him, “You’ve got a great tongue.”

                “It was my pleasure.”

                Even though Joe had just cum, giving Molly oral and seeing her orgasm had aroused him again. He knew that had almost never happened with his wife. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. They hugged and caressed and Joe pushed his erection against her. Molly reached down and took him into her hand, slowly stroking him and whispered into his ear, “Look what woke up again.”

                “Seeing you cum like that got me going again.”

                Molly laughed, “What should we do with it. I can’t leave you like this.”

                “Not sure what you think but I have a real desire to do your ass.”

                “I’ve never had a cock there.”

                “We don’t have to.”

                Molly thought about her past sexual experiences. Even though they had just met, she knew this was the first time she had felt truly relaxed and comfortable with a man. She had always worried about doing the wrong thing or something the guy had said or done had prevented her from relaxing. Maybe it was Joe’s age or his level of experience. She just knew that whatever she did would be ok with him. The thought of trying anal intercourse was new, exciting, and a little scary. It felt a little dirty, a little forbidden. She wanted to at least give it a try. Joe had thought she had given up on the idea when she spoke, “I want to give it a try. Just take it slow.”

                “I’ll be gentle, I promise. If you change you mind, I’ll stop.” Joe smiled. He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason he wanted this. He wanted to push his hard cock into Molly’s ass. Taking a deep breath, he told himself to relax.

                Joe told Molly he would start with a massage. Molly turned on her stomach and Joe began to rub and caress her neck, shoulders, and back.  Straddling her, Joe’s hard cock rested between the soft cheeks of her ass. He rubbed against her and she responded with a soft moan. It felt good. Molly’s ass was soft, smooth, and a little large.

                Moving down her body Joe massaged Molly’s lower back and then ran his hands over her ass. He massaged the cheeks and parted them to look at her beautiful brown rosebud nestled deep within. He touched it with his finger and he felt her tense slightly. Joe took the KY and began lubricating her tight hole. His finger gently massaged her slowly working its way in. She truly had a beautiful ass and he could feel her relax and begin to respond to the finger probing her.

                “God, you have a great ass. Paula would never have let me do anything like this.”

                Molly liked to finger her own ass in the shower but this was definitely different. She liked the attention and the compliments and felt totally open and exposed. Joe’s finger moved slowly in and out of her well lubricated butt hole and she moved with him. “Your finger feels good. I want to try your cock.”

                Joe stopped and rubbed some KY onto his rigid cock. He positioned himself and started to press his cock against her ass. He took a deep breath and asked if she was ready.

                “Go for it. Just take it slow.”

                Joe pushed and felt his hardness slipping into her. It was tight but she took him much easier than he expected. There was a brief gasp from Molly as the head of his cock pushed past her tight sphincter and then he found himself fully inside her. It was an incredible feeling and he felt a rush of emotion as he slowly started to move in her.

                The ease with which Joe had entered her had caused most of Molly’s apprehension to disappear and she found herself excited. This was going to be something she did for his enjoyment but she liked the feeling of his cock in her. She reached back to rub her clit as Joe began moving in and out.

                “Oh God, I love your ass.” Joe sensed her comfort and began to thrust himself in and out of her.  This is what he wanted. His cock buried in this girl’s tight ass. Molly was moaning and moving to meet his thrusts. He knew the tightness on his cock would not allow him to last long. It just felt so good.

                “Molly, I want to cum in your ass!”

                “Give it to me! Do it!”

                Joe had his hands on her hips and was moving himself in and out of her ass as Molly rubbed her clit and moved with him. She cried out as the first wave of her orgasm shook her body. Joe felt her shake and pushed deep inside her as the first shot of cum erupted from his cock. He continued to pump into her until they both collapsed on the bed.

                They were both breathing hard. Molly finally broke the silence, “Holy shit. That was intense.”

                Joe laughed, “Holy shit is right. That was unbelievable.”

                They relaxed for awhile, talking and laughing together before Molly dressed to go.

                Joe walked her to the door, “Can I call you?”

                “I’d like that.”

                “Maybe we can get together again sometime.”

                “I’d like that too.”

Making the Grade, Part One

silence50k on Taboo Stories

 

            The rest of the day dragged by, as I awaited my ever fun after school time spent in school.   God how I hate that shit.   The day passed, and I figured I’d skip it and lie and say I forgot.   Except when I went to leave, Mrs. Haines caught me.   “Ah ah ah, you got to stay after today Tom.”   Fuck, I thought to

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myself, no way out.

 

            I followed her back to her class, and she sat me down.   “Tom,” she said, “we need to talk.”   She closed the solid wood door, and it shut with a bang.   I imagined it as a jail cell door closing shut, with me being in prison for the next hour.   “You’re going to fail English, and right now, there is nothing you can do.”

 

            “What!!!???”   I shouted.   “My mom will kill me if I fail!   Not only that, but I won’t be able to graduate! You can’t fail me, you just can’t!”

 

            “I know one thing you can do, but you might not like it,” she replied.

 

            “I’ll do anything, just let me pass!!”

 

            “Take off your shirt.”

 

            “Excuse me??”

 

            “You want to pass or fail?”

 

            I had no choice.   I removed my shirt, still sitting in my chair.

 

            “OK, now make out with me.”

 

            “Mrs. Haines…”

 

            “Look, you can either do this shit my way, or fail your way.”   That was the first time I’ve ever heard her swear.

 

            Reluctantly, I walked over to her desk.   I knew this was wrong, but what could I do?   I mean, my mom would literally kill me, and Mrs. Haines wasn’t half bad looking.   Hesitantly, I place a kiss on her lips, and quickly pulled back.

 

            “You call that making out?   There’s no way you’re getting the grade with that.”

 

            “Alright, alright.”   I need the grade, and besides, what’s a little tongue?

 

            I leaned forward once again, this time keeping my lips spread.   My lips met hers, and I slid my tongue in between her teeth.   Her tongue touched mine, and I could feel her warm breath on the inside of my mouth.   Not bad, I thought.   We sped up and increased the intensity, getting a rhythm going.   The longer we made out, the more I got into it.   I moved my hand up her thigh, and began to caress her nice, tight ass.   Wow, she’s still going, I thought to myself as I slid my hand further up, reaching the middle of her back.   Carefully, I pulled my hand off her back, and moved it to the front.   I place my hand over her right tit, and squeezed a little.   She stopped.

 

            “Oh, so now you’re a little curious, huh?” she asked.

 

            “Um, I don’t know, I guess so.”

 

            “Good.”

 

            She stood up, and put her hands on her hips.   Delicately, she slid her skirt down to her ankles, and stepped out of it.   I now had a full view of her nice pink pussy.   It was partially shaved, with just a little landing strip right above the whole land.   Just the way I like it.

 

            “Mrs. Haines, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”   I asked.

 

            “First, call me Lisa, and second, yes, now stop being a bitch and eat me.”

 

            She sat back down on the desk and spread her legs wide.   Her lips spread apart, and I could see her pink fruit.   I could see she was enjoying herself, as her juices were already flowing and dripping onto the desk.   No turning back, I thought to myself as I got on my knees.   Without further hesitation, I grabbed my teacher’s thighs, spread her legs as far as possible, and buried my face in her crotch.   My tongue shot out, struck her pussy, and she let out an amazing moan.

 

            “Ohhhhhh that feels soooo gooooood!!!”

 

            “Mrs. Haines, er, I mean, Lisa, what if someone hears us?”

 

            “Don’t worry, the school is empty this time of day, now make me cum!”

 

            My tongue darted in and out as I engulfed her pussy in my mouth.   The faster I flicked my tongue, the louder she moaned.   Her pussy was now pouring out her fluids, and I could tell she was about to cum.   Her clit got hard, and started to twitch.   It felt weird to my tongue, but probably like heaven to her.   I slowed my tongue down, and began licking up and down her entire pussy at a snail speed.   But to my surprise, instead of calming her down, it only made her cum faster.

 

            “I’m cumming bitch, drink all my juices!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

 

            I felt a hand on the back of my head, and her forcing my head down into her pussy.   Unwilling to struggle, I allowed my face to be jammed into her muff.   I kept licking faster and faster, hoping to satisfy her.   Her clit started to twitch again; only this time I didn’t stop it.   Lisa let out an enormous roar, and I felt a stream of girl cum pour into my mouth.   It tasted strangely good, especially since she was at least 20 years older then the last girl I had eaten out.

 

            “Swallow that, now!” she barked.   I did as I was commanded.

 

            “Did I make the grade?”

 

            “That easily?   Fuck no.”   I never knew she could cuss this much.   “Take off your pants.”

 

            My cock was fully erect after all the excitement.   It stood about 7 inches, and while it wasn’t huge, it served its purpose.   I dropped my pants, and noticed Lisa getting wet again.   I took off my shoes, unzipped my jeans, dropped my pants, and stepped out of them.   Now I was standing buck-naked in front of my half naked English teacher.

 

            “Oh yea, come to mama big boy.”   Lisa grabbed my cock and guided it in between her legs.   She stroked the head up and down on her lips.   I could feel her juices on the end of my cock.   She lined it up and said, “OK, make me feel good.”

 

            “What do I do when I cum?”

 

            “Blow it in me, I’m on the pill.”

 

            This was it, I thought.   I grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and buried my cock deep into her pussy.   She let out a little gasp.

 

            “Oh man, that feels good.”

 

            I plunged in and out, her pussy grasping around my cock.   I could hear the squishing of her pussy juices against my cock.   Her pussy was so tight I almost blew my load after the first 15 seconds, but I repositioned myself and kept going.   I lay her down on the desk, and really started to pound into her.   Slow, hard lunges made her scream.   Quick, soft plunges made her moan.   I looked at her face. Lisa’s eyes were closed, her lips smiling in between moans and screams.   I knew she was enjoying this.

 

            Time to have my fun, I thought.   I moved my hands to her shirt and ripped it off.   Lisa opened her eyes, gave me a devilish look, and closed them again.   I pulled her shirt off, and was now staring at her bra.   Damn, I thought as I continued to fuck her, nice ass tits.   I unclasped the bra and pulled it off, letting her tits fall out.   They were nice, a generous size and firm.   I grabbed one, and began massaging her nipple.   She had one of the nicest racks I’ve ever felt.   Lisa’s moans were getting louder and louder, and I was getting close to cumming, so I pulled out.

 

            “What’s wrong?” she said.

 

            “Get up.”   It was time for me to take charge.   She slowly stood up, her legs shaking.   I spun her around and bent her over the desk.   I lined my cock up, and slammed into her cunt again.   She let out the loudest scream I have ever heard.   I pumped again, and got another scream.   She won’t last long, I thought.   I reached one hand up and began to fondle her left tit.   I grabbed the tit and began rubbing on the nipple.   I could feel it getting harder.  

 

            “Fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed.

 

            I pumped in and out faster and faster, and squeezed harder and harder on her tit.   Her juices were dripping all over the desk; I could even smell them.   Then I felt it.   Her cunt suddenly tightened, then went into full orgasm.

 

“I’m cumming!!” she screamed.

 

The force of her orgasm sent me into my own orgasm.   I could feel the pulse of at the end of my base, and with a final thrust, I busted my nut into my teacher.   I collapsed onto her back, and lay there for a few moments.   I laid a few gentle kisses on the back of her neck, and asked, “Did I pass?”

 

“With flying colors,” she said.   “I’ll clean you up, then you gotta get out of here.”

 

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and stood up.   Lisa turned and faced me and got on my knees.   She slid my limp cock into her mouth and licked all of our juices off.   I grabbed my clothes, and threw them back on.

 

“Same time on Monday?” I asked.

 

“We must never speak of this again.”

 

“Oh, OK.”   That gave me an idea.

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She stood on her front porch like she did every morning to get the morning paper, standing there in her silk dressing gown with just the slightest in it to reveal her gorgeously tanned legs. I'd fantasized about Claire since I moved across the street from her, every morning without fail she'd be there, I'd wake up early just to see her. She was single, blonde, had the figure of a model and a hot rack... I'd of given anything for her to even notice me, let alone anything else. 

 

 Mowing my front lawn one afternoon she comes strolling by, walking her dog "Looking good" she yelled, I suddenly turned around not realizing that it was actually me she was talking to me! "Huh... Thanks, gotta keep it nice and flat!&qu

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ot; I said,  "I didn't mean the grass" she said as she walked across the street. Astounded, I just stood there in sock for a second then turned off the lawn mower. I walked over to her house, stood at her front door and before I could even say hello, she had offered to let me in so of course I came in and before I could sit down... "Come through to the backyard"she yelled from the kitchen, "Hope you brought over your swimming trunks!" I laughed and shook my head and she just smirked at me as I walked through to the backyard. "Would you rub this lotion on my shoulders" she asked as I made my way over towards her, I thought this HAD to be a dream or at least too good to be true. I started rubbing the lotion on her shoulders, as if it were a massage I was giving her... Slowly rounding my thumb to the front muscles in her shoulders, sliding my hands south a bit... Being a bit cheeky but she didn't mind. Suddenly I feel her hand on mine as she's pulling my hand down closer to her tit and leans up to me and whispers "I wont bite..." I gently started to massage her tit, running my thumb over her soft gently nipple which soon became hard, I was trying hard to keep my hard-on hidden, it wasn't easy when she was sitting right in front of me, although I did catch her looking down a couple of times... Eventually she looked up at me and said "Ever been skinny dipping?" "N-no I haven't" I said nervously. "Well, wanna try it?" she said, unbuttoning my denims and pulling my shorts to my ankles, and there it was my 8" fully erect cock right in front of her! She just giggled as she stood up, grabbing my member and slowly walking towards the pool. just as she leaned towards me, of course thinking I was getting a kiss, she pushed me backwards into the pool and jumped in herself. She swam to me very quickly and planted one right there on my lips, her hips rubbing up against mine, her gorgeous chest right in my face as I felt her hand grab my ass and pull me closer as she whispered in my ear "Every fooled around in a pool?" I shook my head very nervously, as she slowly started kissing me, our tongues slowly massaging one another's as I slid my hand along her inner thigh. gently teasing her pussy with my fingers as I slide my fingers inside her pussy very slowly, she moans in my ear and gently grabs my cock, stroking and playing with it. I

 

 

Work

hmjg2448 on Sex Stories

Walking past your desk to my office, I pause at the doorway and turning to you, ask, "Emma, could you please come see me?"

Seated comfortably behind my desk, I invite you in, "Close the door and sit down." 

"Yes sir."

"Look," I started, "I know you've only been here a short while and, yes, we do have a casual attire policy on Fridays. But, I'm afraid what you're wearing today is just a little ... um ... too casual. It's not really appropriate."

"Why? What'

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s wrong with what I'm wearing?" you ask.

"Well, you're skirt is too short and your blouse is cut way too low," I reply.

"Well, Mr. H, the dress code policy isn't very clear of what it defines as 'appropriate'."

"Yes, I know, but..."

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" you interrupt.

"That's not the point, Emma.."

"Well, do you?"

"Truthfully, yes, but it's inappropriate for the workplace," I reply.

"And, just why is that, Mr. H?" you continue.

"Well, because it's distracting."

Smiling, you stand up, approach my desk and lean forward on you hands, "You mean like this?"

Staring into my eyes you watch them drop to behold the inviting vision of your gorgeous breasts harnessed in a red lace bra. "You want them, don't you, sir?" 

Glancing back up at your lustful eyes and impish smile, I am momentarily speechless.

"Well?"

"Yeah," I finally confess, "I do. Go lock the door."

I watch your swaying ass as you go to the door, locking it. Sitting on the overstuffed leather sofa in my office, I pull you down beside me. I kiss you softly on the mouth, gently parting your full lips with my tongue. As my hand glides over your blouse, massaging your breasts, you moan your approval and suck my probing tongue. I feel your hand drop to my lap and start to rub the cock growing in my pants. My hand slips under your blouse, deftly unhooking your bra and sliding up to your ample breasts. You arch your back as your hardening nipple slips between my rolling fingers. Kissing you harder, my tongue finds yours, dancing around it, playing with it. 

Sucking your hot mouth, I can only image how delicious it would be to feel your full lips and soft, wet tongue taking my cock. As if reading my mind, you break from our passionate kissing and, looking down at the bulge in my pants, unbuckle and unzip them, pulling them down to my ankles. Climbing up on your hands and knees beside me, you kiss me again, your tongue snaking into my sucking mouth as you stroke my aching cock. My hand slips inside the top of your blouse (I told you it was cut too low), squeezing your breast and tweaking your erect nipple. You moan your satisfaction as you stroke me harder. 

Lowering your head to my lap, you gently play with my cockhead, sliding your tongue around it. I watch you in unbridled lust as you push it back against my stomach and lick and nibble your way down the underside of my shaft to the base. Pulling your hair aside, I savor the sight of your nimble tongue and warm mouth slowly working back up my dick to the crown. You glide back down and up twice more, sucking, nibbling and licking me harder with each pass. "Oh fuck, Emma, take it," I plead as you giggle at my impatience and slip your tongue over my head, tasting my pre-cum. 

Figuring you had teased me long enough, you lower your hot, wet mouth over my cock, your tongue sliding along the underside. You take only the head at first, sucking and toying with it. As you slowly begin to take more of me, I watch as my shaft slowly disappears between your full lips. I roll my head back, the pleasures too intense, as you swallow my cock. You wrap your delicate hand around my girth and stroke me as you bob your head in my lap, almost releasing my engorged meat before sucking it back in.

I slide my free hand down your back and hike up your short skirt. Invitingly, you slightly turn your ass towards me as I slip my hand inside the side of your red lace panties. My fingers glide over your moistening pussylips, caressing the folds up to your swelling clit. As I gently twirl it, you moan your approval, sending delicious vibrations through my cock. You slowly roll your hips as I finger your sensitive clit and stroke your soaked pussy. With each pass along your slit, my finger dips a little further inside you. You suck and stroke my cock faster and harder as I slip further inside you. You finally release me from your mouth with an audible pop and, still stroking me, ask not really expecting an answer, "You like that, Mr. H?" I simply smile and, pressing you gently on your shoulders, softly tell you, "Lie back, Emma."

Giggling in eager anticipation, you lie back, legs slightly hiked, your head resting on the padded arm of the sofa. I climb over you, pulling up your skirt and kiss your hot, sucking mouth. My hand reaches under your top caressing your heaving breasts and taut nipples before lowering to my rigid cock and pushing it down between your legs. My fingers return to your nipples as I start to hump your drenched pussy and quivering clit through your panties. Laughing into my mouth, you say, "Ya know, it works better if you take them off." Returning your laughter, I give you one final, deep, soulful kiss.

I kiss and lick your tender neck down to your chest. As I start to pull your top up, you rise up and pull your top off in that cross-armed way that girls do and lie back down. I bury my face against one breast, sucking and flicking your hard nipple while my hand and fingers attend the other. Your fingers are in my hair as your begin to roll your hips under me invitingly. Sitting back, my cock still fully erect, I hike your skirt, slip off your wet panties and lower my mouth to your eager clit. I softly nibble it, my tongue gliding gently over the tip. My fingers start to stroke you along the full length of your soaked pussy. A soft squeal escapes you as you feel my mouth sucking you deeper, my tongue dancing around your quivering clit, twirling it. "Oh fuck yeah... that feels soooo good," you remark as I easily slip one then two fingers into your tight, hungry pussy.

You begin to roll your hips, grinding harder against my face and fingers. My tongue flicks over your rigid nub as I suck you harder. I start to twist my fingers as they burrow deeper in side you, stroking you in time with your rocking hips. Your hands on my head force my face harder against you, grinding against your groin. Your juices flow over my probing fingers, coating my face.... mmmmmmm ...... you taste so delicious. As your bucking under my mouth increases, I suck your harder, my tongue flicking you faster. My fingers pound into you in a sweet, steady rhythm. "o fuck me, Mr. H., please just fuck me," you plead.

Sitting up, I pull you atop me. Reaching below, you grab my engorged cock and guide it over your aching clit, pressing my cock against my stomach. You rub over my knob a few times then slide your clit down along the underside of my shaft, bumping over the swollen veins, then back up. As you reach the top, you roll your hips in small circles crushing my cockhead. Staring into my burning eyes, you do this again, lubing the fullness of my dick with your flowing, creamy juices. On the third pass, you allow my crown to slip down into the dripping folds of your hot pussy. I pull your face to mine, kissing you deeply, as I feel you slowly swallowing my cock. You pause momentarily to feel it throbbing inside you. "Oh fuck, Emma, you're so fuckin' hot and tight!" To which you only reply, "mmmmmm hmmmmm."

Our mouths are locked in passion, tongues darting, probing, playing. My hands slip under your skirt, grabbing your tight ass as you start to rock in my lap. I feel my cock nearly slip out of you with only my swollen head inside you. You roll forward engulfing the entire length and girth of my hard shank. My hands slide up your sides and cup your heaving breasts, pinching and tweaking your rigid nipples. You break our kiss and tilt your head back, eyes closed, biting your bottom lip to the sensations of me buried deep inside you. I suck and lick your sweaty neck as you rock harder and faster on my cock. I feel your swollen clit grinding against me, your fuck juices streaming into my lap. You stare into my sex-crazed eyes, "mmmmmm.... Mr. H., you're so fuckin' hard inside me," as you continue to ride.

I respond by grabbing a tangle of your hair and forcing your wet, sucking mouth back to mine. Our tongues are entwined in lust as you start to moan into my mouth repeatedly, "mmmhmmm...mmmhmmm." The walls of your burning pussy clamp down on my throbbing cock. I sense you're getting close, your juices flowing harder as I pound up into your faster. Pulling your face from mine, "C'mon, Emma...cum hard for me, Baby." "Uh huh," you agree as you attack my mouth again. I pinch and roll your nipples hard as I suck your slithering tongue. Your repeated moans are louder and faster and your bucking harder in my lap. Your pussy erupts your hot, gushing cum over my cock, your cream flooding my lap. Waves of ecstasy shudder through your body. Unable to control myself, I explode deep inside you, pumping load after load of my own cum inside your gripping pussy. Mmmmmm .... my orgasm is so intense, so hot!!

You collapse against me in utter exhaustion, panting heavily, your sweaty forehead against my neck. I stroke your back as you squirm in my lap, teasing my spent cock still buried inside you, your delicious, hot, drenched pussy contracting on me, milking me. My hand still in your hair, I pull your head back, kissing you softly on your warm mouth. "That was so fuckin' amazing, Emma." You say nothing, tonguing my lips.

(Click) "Mr. H.?"

"Aw shit," I mumble as you climb off of me and settle in the corner of the sofa watching me.

Pulling my pants up and approaching my desk, I answer the intercom "Yes?"

"I don't know where Emma is. But, this is Mrs. Hamilton. Your 3:00 appointment is here. Should I show him in?"

Glancing at my watch I note he's early, "Um...no...take him to the conference room. I'll be there in a minute. Thanks."

"Oh.... and Mr. H.?"

"Yes?" I reply.

In a hushed voice, "Well, Sir, I hate to say this....but, have you seen how Emma is dressed today? I don't think it's in accordance with company policy."

Smiling and glancing over at you on the sofa, gently stroking your clit under your skirt, kneading your breast and smiling like you'd just been fucked good, I respond, "Yes, I have. I will need to speak to her about that. Thanks." (Click)

We laugh.

True Story, New to the forums!

dune on Sex Stories

This is a true story...

  It started out one Saturday afternoon, my ex fiance and I were hanging around the house. She is a cute blonde maybe 5'5 wil 36d breasts, but not fat by any means. Anyway we decided to have a little fun.

  We put down a plastic sheet over the bed, and got out a bottle of sex oil that we had. I slowly undressed her while kissing her all over her body. After completely undressed I rubbed the oil all over the front of her body. Suddenly my phone rings, so i say crap Ill be right back. I answer the phone and it is my friend Frank. We talk and he asks what Im doin, I said not too much. He says oh well I'm gonna head over to hang out Ill be there in 45 minutes. So I say O.K.

Meanwhile, my fiance is still laying on the body all hot. I go back up

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stairs and we start having sex. Then I get the handcuffs out of the drawer, we actually had 2 pair she loved them. So I handcuff both hands to the bed post. I handcuff her on her stomach so that her back is facing up. I rub the oil all over her back and ass until shes nice and slippery. Then I slowly slide a finger into her ass, she lets out a little scream, as I suprised her. We had only had anal once. I slowly massage her ass with the one finger, and gently slide in two.

After a while she is worked up enough I slide into her. I continue to gently poke her for about 10 minutes, until I cant take it anymore and come in her tight ass, she lets out a sigh as my cum fills her.

This is where the fun part starts, I uncuff her roll her back over on her back and then recuff her, as if I am going to "take care" of her now. However I re-apply the oil so she is very slippery and horny.

I then say Im going to take a shower, she screams "WHAT?" you better uncuff me. I tell her no, Frank will be here in a few minutes I'll leave the keys on the counter. This room was a loft so she would be able to hear him when he came in. She yelled and yelled as I went downstairs. She said you can do that as she squirmed. So I went back up and kissed her, I said dont worry he'll unlock you.

So, I do go in and take a shower..I'm in there maybe about 15 minutes with a hard-on thinking about what may be going on outside. Then I come out of the bathroom and sit down on the couch. I hear very quiet talking and get excited to realise Frank is up there with her.

Then things get very quiet and I hear no noise, I listen closely to see what I can hear. Suddenly I hear quiet moans. My plan worked. Slowly my fiance starts to moan more and more, and I begin to hear the handcuffs rattle against the headstand.

The went at it for about 20 mintues as I sat there listening, he even made her cum, I found out later. After they were finished Frank came down and walked right past me into the bathroom. He came out about 5 minutes later, and acted like nothing happened athough he knew that I was right there.

My fiance, at the time remember, later told me the whole story in detail and she really enjoyed it. That was only the beggining of this year long (or so) sex triangle.

Let me know if anyone wants to hear more, I do also have pics of her, not naked or anything but regular pics to help picture it..haha.. but I cannot post them on the site for fear of someone recognizing her.

Fantasies

c_r_a_v_o on Masturbation Stories

I awoke from my amazing dream, wishing that I was back, in my reality world, where the girl I loved was pleasuring me in ways that she never has.
I couldn’t shake the thoughts in my head, of her tiny hands jacking off my cock, her tiny mouth engorging it making me moan. My cock was standing at its modest 8 inches and just begging for me to grab it and play with it. So I happily obliged.

I threw back the doona and released it from its prison. There it stood, waiting to be fondled. I grabbed it and slowly started to jerk it, closing my eyes and remembering back to my dream.

There we were, all alone in her room, my goddess standing before me, our eyes locked and our fingers met, we too

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k a step towards each other and finally our lips met. Our emotions flooding out of us in a passionate kiss, as she removed my top and ran her hands up and down my back, pushing her body closer to mine as our tongues continued to meet.
She pushed me onto her bed and laid herself on top of me, grinding her hips against me as we kissed once more, my cock was now getting hard and she could feel it, she began to undo my pants and took them off, along with my undies. She placed her hand on my now fully erect cock and slowly began to jerk it, causing me to moan in pleasure. She kissed me again and began to slowly kiss her way down my body. Stopping at each nipple to make it erect. All the while still jerking me off. The room silent except for my occasional moan.
When she reached my cock, she took it into her mouth. Just the head at first, sucking and licking the head causing me to take sharp breaths. She slowly began to take more and more in until she hit the bottom, she started slowly moving her head, up and down, building up pace and then stopping, taking her mouth away and started slowly jerking me again. And without warning she engorged my cock again, taking it all in and starting to bob up and down at a ferocious speed, causing me to moan louder than ever before.
It wasn’t long until my breathing started to become deeper and she realised this and stopped and waiting a while and began again. First slowly and then at full speed once again. It hardly took anytime for my breathing to be deep again and my moaning to increase and I neared orgasm

At this point in time I was starting to near a real orgasm as these thoughts rushed through my mind. I began to speed up my jerking as my orgasm approached.

My orgasm was approaching and fast and she showed no signs of slowing the sucking. I screamed out, and exploded into her mouth and she continued to take it and swallow it all.

As this happened I too came, hard. It splurged everywhere and it soon subsided.
I couldn’t wait til it was time to sleep that night.


This is my first story of this nature so please be kind. Feedback is wanted. Let me know if I should write another story.

 

The party

Jman1111 on Anal Stories

The party had been coming to a stop.  The few who were still up watched the TV blankly, slowly passing out.  Unlike the others I felt wide awake.  The guys on the couch sat watching porn while their girls slept by their sides.  I got up and headed to the bathroom, walking over and around the sleeping bodies.  I stepped to the faucet and washed my face with the cool water.  I turned to the hand towel to see her there, passed out unconscious in a si

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tting position.  Tonya, so perfect with her lovely breasts and that perfect sized ass, both added to her sexy curvature.  I looked down to her tight white shirt and blue jeans which looked so hot around her thighs.  Her face looked so cute, her body so hot, the thoughts came forward.

            I might have been drunk, but I don’t regret the thoughts which I proceeded to act upon.  The excitement overtook me, to creep up my spine, I just stood like a dope smiling and looking down at this beauty.  I walked over to the door and locked it.  Kneeling down I looked her in the face.  Her luscious lips waited to be kissed.  My moist tongue poked into her mouth. 

            She opened her eyes and kissed me back.  “Oh Tommy,” she smiled at me.  Everything was fine, especially since most people call me Jordan. 

            I didn’t respond to her, at least not with words.  My hands caressed her shoulders and made their way lower to her chest.  I rubbed them slowly as she threw her head around in ecstasy.  I took her shirt and pulled it over her head, her breasts bounced out, no bra.  My fingers rubbed her nipples, then down her smooth stomach where I tucked my fingers into her pants.  She responded with another kiss before she passed out again.  I shook her a little but she stayed out of it this time.  This didn’t matter to me, I went straight for her pants and undid them.  I threw her sandals off and pulled her pants down from her feet.  Sliding them past her thighs, knees, ankles, and throwing them to the side.  Her pink cotton panties wrapped around her like candy.  I placed my hand to her cunt and started rubbing through the thin material.  Leaning forward my tongue met her thighs, where I worked my way up.  My hands went to her back and made their way down to her ass.  I cupped each cheek firmly and gave a little shake. 

            My mind thought of only one thing now.  I pulled off those panties in one quick movement, exposing those tight lips of hers.  As fast as I could my clothes became a pile on the ground, my cock stuck straight out, begging to for that pussy of hers.  I came close to her, kneeling just a tad and brushing the tip against her soft mouth.  Opening her mouth I inched my cock pass her lips, over her tongue, into her throat.  She looked so lovely, sitting naked on the cold floor.  I pushed into her throat and pulled out, letting her saliva moisten my rod.  I ran my fingers through her hair.  I pulled out, her mouth stayed open, tempting me to put it back in.  No, I took her shoulders and laid her on her back.  I lied down on top of her, where I guided my cock into her shaved cunt.  I pushed those lips open, pushing into that wet hole of hers.  I started fucking her like mad.  Pushing into her, deeper and deeper, pushing her whole body forward against the cold tiles.  A soft moan escaped her mouth, along with her whispering the name Tommy.  She started panting, her breasts rising up and down.  I kept going in and out, ready to explode at any minute.  My true mind got the better of me.  I stopped what I was doing and looked at this panting beauty.  I didn’t want to get her pregnant.  I had enough since to pull out of her but not to stop fucking her.

            I flipped her onto her back.  I spat on my cock and got it even more juiced up.  With my legs I spread hers open.  I knelt in between them and took hold of her hips, raising her ass to the air.  My hard cock poked her tight little ass hole.  I didn’t work my way into it, I just pushed with my cock and pulled her ass with my hand.  I squeezed right into that little ass of her.  Her face rested on her cheek.  She made this odd face, a mix of pain and wonder.  I fucked that ass of hers. Pulling that ass into me, feeling the sensation of her warm little hole.  The sweat started rolling down my face, falling to her arched back.  She started to moan in pain, “Tommy…”  This isn’t Tommy, I thought, this is your new fuck buddy.   I felt it climbing through my cock to the head, the need to finish.  I started pumping harder and faster, making her face pucker harder.  I pulled her deep into me, far as I could and let my load go somewhere into her body.  I lied there a bit out of breath on top of her.  I leaned forward and gave her another kiss.  No response.

            I cleaned ourselves up and dressed her and my self.  Before I left to go out I whispered into her ear, “Can’t wait till next party.”  I walked out and found an open couch.

            I looked over to one of the guys who was sitting with their girl watching porn, he now had his cock buried deep into her pussy.  I looked at the guy more carefully and I realized it wasn’t her boyfriend but Tommy.  “Oh fuck, Tonya.  Yeah you little bitch.”

I smiled at his confusion and lied down on the empty couch where I almost instantly fell asleep.

            In the morning Tommy and Tonya were fighting.  Tonya says she remembers him fucking her last night.  She said, “It would have been fine accept you fucked my butt.”  Tonya was like that, she didn’t care who heard what, that’s one of the reasons she turned me on so.  She dumped him there and I just smiled.  On other news, it turns out that the girl who Tommy mistook for Tonya became pregnant, and she didn’t have a boyfriend and she claims she hasn’t done it in over three months.  I felt bad for her, but sometimes you get screwed over, sometimes it happens at a party when you’re passed out.        

The princesses of Sexlandia

Azula on Lesbian Stories

                  The princesses of Sexlandia

                                                    By Martha

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Once upon a thime....in a kingdom called Sexlandia....were 3 princesses - Olive, Peach and Strawberry....they were there father's pride and joy...so he wanted to protect them....the princesses were forbiden to leve the castle...even their part of it...so the days were long and boring.

But as all women the princesses were smart and also beautyfull....they were tall....had big,soft,wet....lips, and full,big....eyes....they had thoseluscious look in their eyes....and they were best friends

one day....Peach was at the bath area of her rooms....when Strawberry arrived....all swetty and excited she saw her sister's naked soft wet boddy and then called Olive....

Peach looked back and then went to her sisters....together with strawberry the removed Olive's thight corset showing of her milkywhite soft flesh...Peach bowed down to her sister's golden spring, tauching her pink nipples with her wet hair....Strawberry removed her red dress and started licking olive's alredy stimulated nipples

Peach's little tongue touched Olive's pussy lips going deeper and deeper...tauching her clit...making it bigger and her scream from pleasure....Strawberry weant to Peach and softly kissed her cheek...

Olive fealt so good....mmm...I just can imagine how good she fealt when her sister took that big dildo and started pushing it out and in of her honey....uuu....those screams of joy....brilliant..... uuu but Strawberry wasn't apathetic at all while watching Peach do her stuff she took a butplug and some lubricant.....

she weant to Peach and started licking her tight ass so the insertion would be smooth and makeing Peach hot....Strawberry took some of the lubricant put it on her breasts and started rubbing the plug on them...so it would become all wet and nice to use...then she slowly began puting it in Peach's ass....

mmmm....she liked that and Olive....oh how she cum....now Peach was on the bed being licked by Strawberry...uuu...she fealt so hot....now Olive started pullling the dildo out and in....with the plug still in....Peach was screaming....but the bitch liked it.....and strawberry licking her clit...mhm..... now it was strawberry's turn to cum....but she was more perverted than her sisters....

she made her sister slowly put her hand in her pussy....so she could give her the ultimate pleasure if touching all the essential points...uuu...how she liked it.....and Olive kissing her on the Lips....it was fun...they played for 3 nights and 3 days....and reached pleasures still not known or maybe forgoten.....they lived happyly after....and had a lot of fun along the way

 

end of story

 

A great night out

g8tohavesex on Sex Stories

I started to get ready around 8 pm.  I got in the shower and thought about the last time that I'd had sex, it was too long.  As I showered I soaped up my dick and before I knew it I was stroking that hard pole thinking about getting laid, I shot my load up the wall, washed off my dick and got out of the shower.  As I dried myself I looked in the mirror at my dick, I wasn't too good looking, I wasn't smart but I wasn't dumb either, the only thing I had going for me was my 10 inch dick and that was soft.

I got dressed and chose the pants that I knew would show off my tool to the best advantage then chose a shirt that didn't cover it too much.  I hopped in the car and drove to the club where I was meeting my friends.  We went in for free because we knee the owner (we'd

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done some decorating for him when he opened the place up so we got in free whenever we wanted).  We looked around and then got a drink at the bar.  The place was heaving tonight with lots of talent around.  I spotted a girl on the dance floor.  She was dancing to a salsa song and boy could she shake those hips.  She wasn't my usual type, she had ginger hair not blond, average tits not big but a great figure.

I downed my beer and went onto the dance floor and started to dance by her.  By making it look like an accident I bumped into her so that she noticed me, phase one complete.  I then waited for her to go to the bar and I stood beside her and again accidentally bumped into her causing her to spill her drink.  "I'm sorry please let me buy you another drink, I feel so bad i did that, my name is Billy by the way."

"Hi, I'm Kym," she said.  From that point on we got chatting, we danced, we laughed and we talked.  I told her that I hadn't been laid for a while and I was as horny as a nymph in a church, she laughed and asked me why I was telling her this.  I said that I thought she was beautiful and I wanted to have sex with her.  She raised her eyebrows and said I'd have to give her a good reason to have sex with me.

I let her to the corner of the bar where it was nice and dark.  i put her up the corner and me facing her I undid my zipper and told her to put her hand in there that might convince her.  She put her hand and the look on her face said it all, "fucking hell does that thing go on forever?"  I laughed and said that she could tell me first hand.  She looked around and told me that there wasn't the place to do anything.  I slipped my hand up her skirt and under her panties and stuck two fingers up her pussy, she started to fuck my fingers and I told her that she had to be ready for my monster.

When she was good and wet I went over to the bouncer and had a word in his ear, he got on his walkie talkie and a minute later let us to the door to the private quarters.

I led her down the hallway to the owners office and shut the door behind us and locked it, I didn't want to be interupted.  As soon as the door was locked I kissed her, shoving her skirt up and pushing her panties to one side, she slid down my zipper and let my rock hard dick free, she run her hand up and down it before I turned her around and put her over the desk.  I rammed my dick right up her pussy not giving her time to think about it.  She screamed, "oh god you're so big, I can't take you."  Too late honey my dick is well and truely buried inside you now and I began to move my dick in and out of her tight pussy with her screaming.  I reached around and started to play with her clit and said, "do you want me to stop?  do you want me to pull this big dick out of you?" 

"No don't stop, fuck me hard, oh god yes, fuck me faster, make me come, ram that big dick into me."  I obliged and shot my load into ther dripping wet pussy as she came for the fourth time.

I slid my dick out of her but it was still hard, I was so horny I could have gone all night.  She looked down at me and said that she didn't belive she had just taken all of it then she slid down onto her knees and started to suck her juices off my dick.  She could only get the head of my dick in her mouth but that was better than nothing.  She played with my balls and then shoved her finger up my ass and I shot my load in her mouth.  I went soft this time.

I lay her down on the couch and  went down between her legs sucking on her clit and then her snatch lapping up her juices, I turned her around so that the camera had a better view (oh did I forget to mention that there were security cameras in the office?  Oops silly me!!!!)  she rode my tongue like it was a dick and come all over my face.

When we had cleaned up I opened the door to go out but there standing was the owner of the club.  He blocked our way and told us that we weren't going anywhere yet.  We went back in and he locked the door.  "ok you can go if you suck my dick for me," he said.  Kym looked at me and dropped to her knees, this woman was the blow job queen.  She took Barnies 7 inch dick out and started to suck it, he grabbed the back of her head and made her deep throat him.  It didnt' take him long to come in her mouth too.  He opened the door and let us out smiling at me as he went.

We got back to the club and it was almost time for it to close.  I  whispered in her ear. "do you want to go outside, I'm hard as hell again?"  She grabbed my crotch, kissed me and led me to the door - that'll be a yes then!

We got outside and I led her to my car. I always park at the very back of the parking lot so that noone is around when I get back to my car.  I usually have someone with me!

She went to get into the car but I pulled her back and put her spread eagle on the hood of the car face down.  I pulled down her panties and took my  dick out and teased the tip along her crack towards her clit and back again.  She put her hand behind her and took hold of my dick and guided it to her pussy, I rammed it in.  I was pulling in and out and was nearing shooting my load again when she told me to stop and pushed me backwards so that my dick fell out of her.  I stood there with my pants around my ankles and a stiff dick waving in the air.  She reached for her bag and took something out.  "here, put some of this on your dick and some up my ass, I want to feel you in my ass."  Holy Shit was this really happening.

I squeezed some stuff out onto my dick and put some one my finger and up her ass then gently started to ease my dick up her ass - she'd done this before though.  Instead of being a tight squeeze it went up easliy.  She started to push back to meet me as I was pulling out and I rammed her as hard as I'd rammed her pussy.  It didn't take long for us both to shoot.

I pulled out and pulled up my pants and tucked my tool inside.  She pulled up her panties and asked me if I'd give her a ride to the front where she was meeting her buddies.

I abligied and as she got out of the car she reached over to kiss me while massaging my dick and said that she loved my big dick and if I went through a drought again to call her.

I parked the car and went back in the club to meet my buddies (we were allowed to drink after hours) as I walked into the bar there was noone there and then I noticed the door open to the security room.  I walked over and there were the bouncers and my three buddies with their dicks out and stroking for all they were worth watching the footage of Kym and me in the office.  They didn't take their eyes off the screen and one by one they shot their loads.  Watching myself on screen is never a turn on but this was different even I was getting hard again.  I whipped out my dick and stroked it until I shot what I had left over the guy infront of me. 

We all laughed and i left to go home.

A Night On The Town

xerox on Forced Stories

Marshall was in his mid-twenties and a good looking man. He kept himself in good shape and was attentive to his appearance. He was also very shy and retiring and had never had much luck with the opposite sex. It seemed that every time he got up the nerve to approach a woman, his courage would evaporate before he could follow through. He also had co-workers and acquaintances ask him out from time to time but he was simply too nervous and awkward to accept. He wasn’t

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a virgin but there had been very few sexual encounters in his life.

Finally, in an act of desperation Marshall purchased a book he saw on the Internet entitled “How to Get in Bed with the Woman of Your Dreams”. He read and re-read it from cover-to-cover and was fascinated to learn all the techniques on conversation skills, reading body language and especially pick-up lines. After committing key passages to memory Marshall resolved to test out his new found knowledge.


Donning his trendiest outfit one Friday night,
Marshall plucked up the courage to visit the hot singles bar he had been reading about in the papers. After paying the outrageous cover charge he was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, pulsating music and the somehow intoxicating scent of intermixed cologne and perfume emanating from the masses of sweaty bodies writhing on the dance floor. Marshall nearly turned on his heel to retreat from the cacophony but then remembered his resolution. “Tonight I am getting laid” he repeated to himself over and over. It was to become his mantra for the evening.

Marshall couldn’t face the dance floor so he went to the quieter bar and managed to find a seat. He ordered a drink and turned around to survey the place. It was wild. He had never seen so many low-cut dresses, short skirts and bare midriffs. After a while Marshall turned his attention back to the bar. Seated two stools down was a cute woman. Not a fashion model knockout by any stretch of the imagination, but very pretty. She was about 5’4” tall and well proportioned, with brown hair and blue eyes. Sneaking several glances her way Marshall also decided she had very nice tits beneath her v-neck sweater. Plucking up his courage, Marshall
walked over and said: “did it hurt?”

“What?”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” (page 46)

The woman laughed, which made
Marshall
blush. Now what do I say he thought. Luckily the woman broke the ice.

“That was very cute. My name’s Brandi.”

“I’ve never said such a thing before. I’m MMMarshall.” (Oh my god, did I just stutter?!)

“I bet not” said Brandi with a wink. “That’s what made it cute. Usually I just shoot down the guys who try that old crap.”

“Well, I’m kind of new at this but I really wanted to check this place out tonight.” Wow, thought
Marshall
, this woman is easy to talk to. The book was right.

Brandi and Marshall chatted for about an hour. It turned out that Brandi was in town for a reunion with old classmates. They hadn’t wanted to go out that night so she was by herself. Brandi leaned into
Marshall
and said “I can tell this isn’t really your scene. Would you like to walk me back to my hotel?”

Marshall
remembered his mantra from earlier and thought things were going just like the book said they would. “Sure, let’s go”.

Once at Brandi’s door she stood on her tiptoes and kissed
Marshall
on the mouth. “Would you like to come in?” she said in a husky voice.

“Sure!”

Once inside things moved at a rapid pace. In fact,
Marshall was a bit shocked at how quickly Brandi was coming on to him. But he wasn’t about to complain! The room was a suite and Brandi led him through the living area into the bedroom. She quickly started taking off Marshall ’s belt and unbuttoning his designer jeans. He was rapidly getting excited. Brandi was pleasantly surprised as she removed Marshall ’s shirt, then boxer shorts. “My, my, my I can see I’ve made a good choice” she said. “You’ve got to be at least 9” long and I can’t even get my hand around the shaft. And your balls are enormous!” Marshall blushed at such compliments about his manhood. He knew he was bigger than average but had never really thought of that as an advantage. Brandi knelt and quickly took him in her mouth. Marshall
was in ecstasy! In almost no time he felt his balls contract and cock twitch as he shot his load into Brandi’s more than willing mouth.

“Sssorry”
Marshall
mumbled at his lack of control.

“Don’t worry sweetie” Brandi purred after swallowing every drop. “You just need a little more practice, that’s all. How would you like to try something a bit kinky?”

A little embarrassed by his performance so far,
Marshall
agreed. Laying him down on the bed Brandi grabbed a couple of fur-lined straps from the nightstand.

“Whoa, you weren’t kidding were you?” said
Marshall
with a little trepidation. This was completely unexpected, and he didn’t remember seeing a chapter on bondage in his book.

Slowly tracing her tongue around
Marshall
’s nipples Brandi said: “I can tell you are up for something new. What do you say?”

“Welllll, okay. But not too tight.”

Once tying his hands securely she leaned over and whispered in his ear “have I got a surprise for you stud.”
Marshall was curious as Brandi put a blindfold over his eyes and wordlessly left the room. In the silence that followed Marshall
began to get a little nervous. Then he heard several voices in the other room. What was going on and how had he gotten himself in this predicament he wondered to himself. Stupid book! The voices were all female, and they were coming into the bedroom! How embarrassing to be seen like this.

“What’s going on?” Marshall cried out.

 

Brandi sat down on the bed next to Marshall’s naked form and started to gently stroke his cock. Despite his fear, Marshall could feel himself getting hard. “Well Marshall , it’s like this. I am in town for a reunion of sorts, but it is not exactly a university-sponsored event. Each year my friends and I get together for some sport sex. One of us finds a willing candidate - and it sure looks to me like you are ‘up’ for the meeting (due to Brandi’s attentions, Marshall now had a major erection). This year, you are the lucky guy.” And with that, Brandi let go and stood up. Marshall ’s cock was at full attention, throbbing helplessly into the air.

“Ladies” said Brandi, “here is the newest initiate to our “fucked” club. What do you think?” There were murmurs of approval around the room. “Ooohh” said one. “He’s much bigger than the last few. Looks like fun.” “Yeah, but do you think he can keep up with us?” said a second. Brandi cupped
Marshall
’s balls in both hands and said she had brought some supplements to help out in that department.

Marshall was shocked to say the least. He thought about screaming for help but a sharp point against his neck convinced him otherwise. Though Marshall
couldn’t see through the blindfold, he heard the sounds of several sets of clothing falling to the floor.

Tying his legs and forcing him to swallow a handful of vitamins (and probably Viagra); the women were on
Marshall like a pack of horny animals. He had never felt so many sensations at once. One mounted his cock and one straddled his face and two began rubbing themselves on Marshall ’s hands. Some would demand he lick and suck on their tits while others would make him use his tongue to caress their wet pussies and swollen clits. Some of these were shaved, others weren’t and Marshall guessed there were probably six women participating. They were fairly gentle at first but later on they became a little more aggressive. One woman in particular would wait until Marshall ’s cock went soft then proceed to slap it back and forth between her hands like so much meat. Even though this was painful at first, Marshall eventually would respond with a hard-on, which the woman would then mount with reckless abandon. Another two untied his legs at one point and forced Marshall
to roll over. Then they each spanked his ass with their bare hands until it was red and sore.

Others of the group were into exquisite torment. Three times during the night, they would tease Marshall ’s prick to its full 9” length and then barely tickle the head and shaft with their lips, tongue, fingers etc. until he thought his cock would explode. Despite himself, Marshall ended up moaning and begging for release each time. Then they would whisper taunts in his ear: “I can measure your heartbeat just by looking at your pulsing cock Marshall ” or “That’s the deepest purple cock head I’ve ever seen Marshall .” After what seemed an eternity of this torture, one of the women would end up impaled on his colossal hard-on, barely moving back and forth until they both would finish with a shuddering orgasm.

His balls had to be empty after so many ejaculations but still he managed to spurt load after load. This went on for hours, with only a few catnaps to recuperate. And each time, Marshall would be awakened by one of the women licking his balls or sucking his member to attention. At one point during the next day they shaved his cock and balls and rubbed in some strange smelling lotion. This caused his tired dick to once again rise to the occasion – and this time it stayed up long enough for three of the women to get off!

Sometime the next afternoon, Marshall could no longer get it up – despite the expert attentions of the “club members”. “Well ladies, I’ve think we’ve finally worn this one out. You’ve been the best we’ve ever chosen” said Brandi. The others had to agree.

One by one his captors left, each cradling his spent balls and kissing his sore, limp cock as she departed. Brandi was the last to go. She removed his blindfold and roughly twisted
Marshall
’s nipples, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself Marshall. You’ve got a great tool and it sure seems like you know how to use it now!” She gave him a drink of water then put a piece of tape over his mouth. Then she let out a wicked little laugh and walked out of the room. As she reached the door she said over her shoulder, “housekeeping will be here in the morning. Have a good rest.” And with that she was gone, leaving
Marshall to ponder all that had happened in the past 18 hours. One thing for certain, that horrible book was going in the trash first thing when he got home! Woman of his dreams, hah! More like a nightmare Marshall
thought.

Once Brandi left,
Marshall took stock of himself. Other than a few bruises and some fingernail marks in sensitive areas, his only injuries were to his pride. For that at least he was thankful. Even after his ordeal, or perhaps because of it Marshall
was able to fall asleep while still tied to the bed. In the morning he was awakened by the sounds of a key in the lock and the familiar cry - “housekeeping”.

“Come in”
Marshall
croaked in a dry voice after managing to push the tape off his lips. “Get me out of here!”

The two cute young maids let out a gasp as they walked into the bedroom. Their nametags said they were Michele and Lupe. They took in the sight of
Marshall ’s naked body strapped to the bed and rushed to his side. “You poor thing” Lupe said, you look like you could use some help.” She reached over to untie his hands and as she did so her long hair brushed across Marshall ’s chest, inexplicably causing his cock to jump. Michele noticed this and told Lupe to look. Both housekeepers couldn’t help but admire Marshall ’s imposing size, and as his cock once again began its impressive march upward they glanced at each other. Marshall
could only groan as his rescuers paused. Michele picked up the phone next to the bed and whispered into it: “Maria, Vicki, get over to room 243 right away!”

Then, with a gleam in their eyes and another look at Marshall ’s mammoth rod, Michele began to disrobe while Lupe put the tape back over Marshall ’s mouth and started to trace her tongue down his chest and belly towards his once again stiffening cock . . . .

Birthday Bo

Carmenica Diaz on Fetish Stories

BIRTHDAY BOY

Carmenica Diaz

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Ross,
Happy birthday to you...
Birthday Boy
!

01 of 12: Just another Saturday night .


Ross hung his head, his heart was pounding and an overwhelming sick feeling threatened to swamp his stomach. Naked, gagged and huddled on the floor in the corner of his own bedroom with his hands handcuffed behind his back, Ross couldn't believe this was happening! He couldn't believe that his wife, Debra was doing this diabolical thing to him!

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e bedroom but he kept his head turned away from the floor to ceiling wardrobe mirrors to avoid seeing his pitiful appearance. The image was a reminder of his situation and his mind replayed the evening's events in an effort to stop thinking about the humiliating experience that was still to come.

It was, he had thought, just another Saturday night.

Although the evening had begun like many other Saturday nights with Debra playfully tying a naked Ross onto their bed, it had soon escalated out of control, out of Ross's control anyway.

Normally, once he was willingly tied to the bed, Debra would sit, fully clothed beside him and gently caress his cock into a rigid erection. This was the pattern of many previous Saturday nights after Ross had begged and pleaded with Debra to be a little dominant in an attempt to inject spice into their dull sex life.

It appeared that tying Ross up and teasing him was as dominant as Debra could get or so Ross thought.


At first Debra did it reluctantly.

'He wants me to do some very weird stuff to him,' Debra had told Lara, her best friend.

'What sort of stuff?' Lara had immediately asked, intrigued.

'Tie him up, spank him or tease him, stupid stuff like that.'

'Do you want to?'

Debra had frowned at her friend. 'Get real! What do I get out of it? Nothing! Once he's come he completely loses any interest in sex and I'm left high and dry.'

'Dry?' Lara had grinned, raising an eyebrow and Debra had smiled wryly.

'Well, not completely. I just have to understand what I can get out of this. It's all terribly one way at the moment.'

'Men!' Lara had murmured, rolling her eyes, 'what's wrong with romantic seduction and making love?'

'Exactly,' Debra had agreed, 'but he seems to prefer to be tied on the bed and teased until he begs to come. It's rather pathetic, actually. I much rather have roses and a sexy kiss.'

'You used to be rather good at teasing,' Lara had smiled slyly, 'I remember a certain young man...'

'Oh yes,' Debra had cut her off with a hard smile, 'teasing I can do!'


Debra was ruthless in her teasing and, at first that's all it was and Ross enjoyed the helplessness and the denial so much that it became a regular game.
 
It was just a game , Ross remembered sadly, just a bloody game !

Then, Debra began talking as she stroked him.

It became rather embarrassing as Debra began to question Ross about his secret fantasies and hidden desires. He soon confessed his dark secrets while she teased him relentlessly with her skilful fingers, bringing him to the edge but never letting him come until blushingly and desperately, he revealed, one by one, all his furtive dreams.
 
Debra had discovered that men are rather obsessive about ejaculation and will do anything to deposit their seed. Over the past months, the fantasies had become wilder and wilder as his beautiful wife smiled, nodded and continued teasing, prodding Ross to confess.
 
Ross had admitted to some deeply humiliating fantasies, just to achieve relief, to ejaculate at last and never at any moment dreamed those dark fantasies would return to haunt him.
Debra had approached the game with innocence and Ross, even though he was the one restrained, always believed that, ultimately, he was in control. Now, there was no doubt in Ross's mind that his wife was a cunning woman.


Now, this Saturday night had begun a little differently. As usual and suggested by Ross, she tied him down on the bed in a spreadeagled position but then surprisingly, gagged him with a ball gag. She had never done that before and Ross didn't even know they had a gag!

Ross looked helplessly up at his wife as she buckled the gag tightly around his head, smiling down at him. His cock was already hard, waiting for her to sit down, to begin to tease and he felt a little relieved that she wasn't going to question him.
 
But Debra didn't sit down and begin the Saturday night teasing ritual.

Instead, she smilingly said those words that struck a deep terror into Ross's very heart, words that rocked the very core of his being!

'It's your birthday tomorrow, darling and I have a wonderful birthday gift for you. You recall that fantasy of yours with the chastity belt?'

Ross's eyes widened, he gurgled desperately behind his gag and Debra's smile became a broad grin.

'I'm sure you remember. The fantasy where you're allowed one last orgasm in rather humiliating circumstances and then locked into a chastity belt for twelve months?  You must remember, darling.'

Of course Ross bloody remembered it ! It was the most humiliating and submissive fantasy he had dreamed up and had only confessed after Debra had meticulously brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over again.

'I was a little surprised by the idea of it,' Debra continued, 'a little shocked really, but you have been after me to be a little more broadminded so I just accepted it. It does seem a teeny little bit extreme, though, twelve months without an orgasm, the key locked away and no possibility of release?'

Extreme? Ross valiantly tried to make noises but couldn't and at that point, he really began to worry. Of course it's bloody extreme, it's just a fantasy, it's not real!

 Debra smiled and waited for his desperate movements to subside before continuing. 'At the time you appeared rather keen on it, in fact you came back to that fantasy for several Saturdays so as a good wife I'm going to give you what you've wanted.'

No! Ross screamed into the gag, drool dribbling down his face, no, you're crazy, don't!

'It took me a while to build up the courage to order one of the chastity thingies but I think it'll be a perfect fit.'
 
Again, Ross protested futilely into the gag and Debra gently kissed his forehead. 'No need to thank me, darling, it's my pleasure as I love giving you what you want.' Debra gave him an enigmatic smile before moving to the bathroom.

When she returned, a shocked and still protesting Ross, watched as his wife calmly removed his pubic hair with the electric shaver and then shaved him with a pink razor until he was as clean as the day he was born, his hard cock throbbing in the air.
 
'You were very specific that the last orgasm was to be very humiliating and said that having bald testicles in front of people would be terrible. So, once again, I'm just doing what you want. I don't understand it really, I think your little balls look better without hair, nice and smooth and rather cute.'
 
Raising the electric shaver and clicking it on, Debra smiled coldly. 'This is also an opportunity to remove that ridiculous moustache you insist on trying to grow. Hold still.' Ross screamed a meaningless protest that she ignored. 'The gag pushes your lip up wonderfully so it will be gone in a jiffy.'
 
Gripping his hair firmly with one hand to keep his head still, the shaver whirred and Ross felt his precious moustache vanish. 'Much better,' Debra said with satisfaction, surveying her work. 'With your bald groin and no facial hair, you'll be just like a little boy again. Will that be humiliating enough, darling? I hope so, I can't think of anything else.'

Debra crossed her legs and adjusted her black skirt as she smiled at him and Ross felt that life, as he knew it, was vanishing.

 Something had changed with Debra and he hadn't noticed. His wife, dressed for a simple dinner party in skirt, blouse, hose and high heels, pearls at her throat and matching earrings, was smiling calmly as she continued on her diabolical path.

After cleaning him, carefully avoiding his stiff cock, Debra snapped a cock strap around the base of it and then rolled four condoms down in quick succession.

'I think we should have one last ceremonious fuck before your twelve months,' she smiled. 'Not that it will be my last fuck for a year but this will be the last time I'll have your cock inside me. This is your fantasy not mine so I'll just have to go elsewhere. I'll just have to make do with some young men while you're enjoying your fantasy year.  So this will, of course, be your last fuck for twelve months.'

Suddenly, she blindfolded him and he heard the rustle of clothing. 'I'm not wearing panties, darling, just stay-up nylons under my skirt. I believe that was one of your earlier and tamer fantasies?'
 
In his sudden darkness, Ross felt the bed move and his wife's flesh came in contact with his. She began moving but didn't feel any enjoyable sensation! Debra was riding him, her cunt sliding up and down his deadened cock and he couldn't feel it! His last fuck for a year and he couldn't feel it!

After being pounded into the mattress for what seemed an eternity, Ross heard her groan, then cry out in an orgasmic tone or, so he guessed, and collapsed for a moment, then disengaged with a wet plop!

Debra left him alone for a while and his mind raced, his cock pulsing in its condom layers. She couldn't do it , he reasoned, she's just teasing me, it's a game, and she's playing with my mind!

Ross felt something being buckled around his neck and when the blindfold was removed, saw a wide black leather collar padlocked around his throat and a leash hanging from one of the collar rings. Where did she get this stuff? Who has she been talking to? Again, Ross tried to talk but the gag effectively reduced his pleas to incoherent gurgles.

Rattling the handcuffs against the bed-head to gain her attention, Ross shrieked and unintelligibly begged through the gag and Debra laughed softly. 'Calm down, darling, it will happen so don't fret. I know you're excited, you've wanted this for a long time and I'm pleased to give it to you for your birthday. Of course, I'll have to make some sacrifices but that's what wives do, isn't it darling? It's what I seem to do, anyway,' she muttered.

And then she brightened up, grinning almost as she peeled the condoms from his red and straining cock. 'I hope you can last until your appearance in front of my friends,' Debra said with mock concern as she undid the cock strap. 'It would be terrible if you came here without enjoying your humiliation and my friends are so looking forward to your performance.'
 
Debra smiled brightly at him. 'Now, I have to get your hands cuffed behind your back and I'm sure you're going to co-operate because you do want this fantasy, I can tell by your hard cock. I can tell this is a wish come true for you, isn't it, darling?'

No way , Ross screamed silently, once you undo my hands, I'm stopping this crazy scene! He rattled the handcuffs again and jerked around on the bed, screaming into the gag.

Debra looked at him thoughtfully and, Ross suspected, a little mockingly. ' Hang on a minute; you did say that you wanted to be forced so perhaps I should play along? I'll pretend to force you, all right, darling? That's what you want, isn't it?'

She rummaged in her handbag and produced a small glass vial that was held under Ross's nose. 'Luckily, Lara is a nurse.' Debra cracked the small glass vial and Ross inadvertently took a deep breath, collapsing into unconsciousness.

When Ross groggily awoke, he found, much to his horror that his wrists were handcuffed behind his back and had shackles connected by a chain on his ankles. He was also on the floor and the leash was locked to the bed. She must have rolled me onto the carpet , he thought wildly, his side tingling with carpet burns, she just rolled me off! No, she can't be doing this, the crazy bitch! She can't go through with this , he tried to calm himself, she can't !
 
Ross heard noises downstairs, the doorbell rang a few times and there were voices. Music was filtering up the stairs and he dully recognised the music from Grease , such innocent songs while his wife was about to perform a diabolical thing upon his person!

 He hung his head, his heart was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. Ross couldn't believe this was happening, that Debra was making a cruel fantasy come true and he turned his sad face away from the mirror where the reflection mockingly showed a cock that continued to stay hard.

It was then he realised, she was really going to do it!


Debra poured champagne for Lara and then raised her own glass in an ironic toast. 'Here's to chastity.'

'Are you really going through with this?'

'Of course,' Debra smiled, 'he wanted it, begged for it and now he's getting what he wished for. It will be a relief that I won't have to play those stupid games with him. I can't remember the last time we kissed or made love properly. I can do without the sex, god knows, it's not all it's cracked up to be.'

'Won't you feel bad about it after a while,' Lara suggested, 'I mean, if I put Reggie into...'

'Reggie hasn't cheated on you,' Debra calmly reminded Lara. 'What would you do if he had?'

'I'd castrate him,' Lara said calmly, 'I am a nurse,' and they both dissolved into giggles. 'Are you really going to keep him in it for twelve months?'

'Absolutely but I may let him out on special occasions and we can watch him have a quick wank. It should be fun.'

Lara shook her head admiringly and sipped the champagne. 'I suppose he deserves it.'

Danni joined them and asked, 'deserves what?'

'Ross deserves what's in store for him,' Lara explained.

'I can't wait,' Danni said cheerily. 'Are we waiting for anyone else or can we get started?'

'Sharon,' Debra said with a knowing smile.

And the other two women grinned. 'Does she know?' Danni asked.

Debra shook her head. 'No, she doesn't and she doesn't know that I know either!'

'She's got a nerve coming here when she had it off with your husband,' Danni said hotly.

'Yes, she should realise that people talk and they were seen. But,' Debra repeated patiently, 'she doesn't know that I know.'

'She's in for a surprise,' Danni giggled.

'Here's to your next twelve months,' Lara said with a cheeky grin, rasing her glass, 'May you find some dishy young men...'

'Sweetie, I've already begun looking.'

The three women giggled just as the doorbell rang, Debra winked and said, 'Showtime,' as Olivia and John sang of Summer Love .


Sharon nervously stood at the door, listening to the music and female laughter and wondered for the umpteenth time why Debra had invited her. She can't know , Sharon reassured herself, she just couldn't .

Once again, she regretted having that stupid one night stand with Ross, a work colleague. It was such a tired cliché ! They had been on a conference, the wine began to flow and before she knew it, Ross was kissing her.

His kisses had felt rather soft and sweet but maybe that was the wine. Anyway, one thing led to another and Sharon regretted it ever since, especially since the sex had been pretty wretched. It was especially pathetic when, the next morning, he had pretended not to remember anything! That , Sharon thought, was incredibly insulting and so typical of a man! To make things worse, Ross had been seen leaving her hotel room and she had been plagued with worry since.

'Sharon,' Debra greeted her, 'how good of you to come.'

'How good of you to invite me.'

They air-kissed and Sharon followed Debra in, smiling nervously and nodding to the other women who were drinking and talking. Taking a champagne glass from Danni, Sharon watched as the other women began arranging chairs in theatre style.

'What's happening?' Sharon asked.

'Just a little performance, why don't you sit with Danni and Lara?'

Ross looked up with sad eyes as Debra entered the bedroom. 'Time to go, Ross.'

He shook his head and tried to talk, drool dripping from around the gag. Please , he wanted to beg, please don't do this to me! Please!

'It must be terribly exciting for you, now that your dreams are becoming reality,' Debra said, unlocking the leash. 'I was a little shocked when you confessed you wanted your last orgasm to be in front of my girlfriends but, it is, after all, your birthday fantasy so I've arranged it for you. It's quite a crowd.'

Ross's face was pale and he shook his head desperately, over and over again.

'Don't think they've all come to see you, though, they've all seen a man wanked before. I suppose, usually, they do the wanking and we all know that it's, frankly, not much. No, they're here for the wine and the chocolate cake. Any excuse for chocolate cake. Come on, darling, time for fun, time to get your birthday gift, birthday boy.'
 
Ross shook his head again and Debra smiled. 'Of course,' she said as if she had suddenly realised, 'you still want to pretend I'm forcing you.  It's part of the fun for you, isn't it? Debra said, jerking hard on the leash but Ross leaned back, refusing to budge, frantically digging his bare feet into the grey carpet.

'So you want me to really force you?' Debra dramatically rolled her eyes. 'You must, I suppose, your cock is still hard.'

Ross looked down and to his horror saw that he was.

'I suppose I have to pretend to be dominant again,' she said with a small sigh. 'Look what Danni got for me,' Debra grinned and showed him a small grey object shaped like a pistol with metal points at the end of the muzzle. 'It gives an electric shock.' Calmly and to Ross's horror she pressed the metal points against his flesh and squeezed the trigger.

Ross yelped into the gag and jerked around hysterically as the painful charge flowed through him. 'Now, if you really want me to make you, I could put it against that hard cock?' Debra asked sweetly, waving the gun and Ross struggled to his feet, shaking his head feverishly.

'Good boy.' Debra smiled and Ross tried one last time to make her understand that he didn't want this humiliation or the chastity belt but the bloody gag blocked the words.
 
'They're waiting,' Debra said cheerfully and Ross cringed at those words but followed her when she jerked the leash. 'Be careful going down the stairs, darling, take baby steps. I'll take this,' she said showing the stun gun, 'in case you want me to pretend to force you again. Am I being dominant enough, darling?'

His face was burning as his wife led him down and the conversation stopped abruptly when she led him in. Ross stared miserably at the floor, standing naked before the grinning women. Sharon was not grinning and sat between Danni and Lara with a horrified expression. Ross's cock had a mind of its own, would not go down and bobbed in front of him under the living room down lights.

Debra was now taller because she was wearing high-heels and he was bare-foot and, of course, stark naked. 'Didn't he have a moustache?' Danni whispered to Lara across Sharon.

'Not any more,' Lara smiled, 'he's lost a bit of hair, hasn't he?' They giggled while Sharon stared open mouthed and horrified at the scene before her.

'Ladies,' Debra said calmly as she stood next to the small card table on which the chastity tube and keys were lying, together with a pink hand towel, 'this is, as many of you would know, my husband Ross.'

Ross's face was now red-hot as giggles rippled through the watching women. 'Turn around, love,' a female voice called, 'show us your bum.' Laughter rippled around the room and Debra suppressed a smile.

'My husband likes to play bondage games, asks me to tie him up and play with him. He likes this very much,' Debra said with a sly smile pointing at Ross's hard cock, 'as you can see.'

The watching women laughed loudly at that and Lara called out, 'it's not very big, is it?'

'No,' Debra sighed mockingly, 'it's not, but size doesn't really matter, does it?'

'Of course it bloody does!' a big woman down the front called out and Sharon wished she could slide down on the seat and hide.

'Tomorrow is Ross's birthday and I'm going to grant him a special birthday gift, I'm going to give him the fantasy he wants. It's a wife's duty after all. Listen,' she said, producing a small recorder and the women leaned forward to hear.

'Are you sure, darling? ' It was Debra's voice, so calm and concerned.

'Yes,' they heard Ross gasp. Of course, they didn't know that Debra had mercilessly teased Ross's cock for half an hour before switching the hidden recorder on.

'You want me to put you in a chastity belt for a year? '

'Yes, yes,' he gasped.

'No orgasms for a year?'

'Yes, none!'

'And you want your last orgasm to be special, perhaps with my friends?'

'Yes, yes, oooh god, ' his voice moaned on the tape and all the women nodded their heads knowingly, guessing he had come.

Debra switched off the tape and smiled at the women while Ross wished the floor would open up and drag him down to hell. Unfortunately, his small cock was still hard and twitching, much to the delight of his audience.

Waving a folder with papers towards the audience, Debra said, 'I have transcripts of most of his fantasies and there is a contract he signed that gives me permission to enforce his fantasies.' She smiled coldly at Ross. He remembered signing that stupid letter! It had been a game, he recalled, a t least, at the time it was ! With a sinking heart, the fact his wife was a solicitor, hit him like a ton of bricks!

'Look up, darling,' Debra said, tilting his chin and Ross unwillingly looked up at the smiling faces in front of him. His eyes bulged when he saw Sharon seated in the second row and his heart sank as he realised that all the women in the town would soon know of his plight.

'Everyone's here to watch your last orgasm and to see the chastity belt go on. Happy birthday,' she said softly, kissing his cheek and slipping her hand around his cock. 'I hope you really enjoy this because it's your last for a year.'

Looking up at the audience as she held the pink handtowel under her husbands cock, Debra said conversationally to the group, 'he won't take long, he never does, especially when he's getting one of his fantasies.'

Her fingers were relentless and some of the audience clapped in time, giggling as they watched. Ross tried to will himself not to come but her hands were too much and with a grunt and a round of applause from the audience, he came shamefully. Debra milked him into the towel with a businesslike manner. 'There,' she said, cleaning him up, 'that was his last for a year.'

Ross tearfully watched as his wife began to apply a lubricant to slip his shrinking cock into the metal tube and wondered if he should try to protest again but knew it was too late, far too late. He clung to his last hope that this was all a terrible prank and Debra would say it was a joke, just a bit of fun for his birthday.
 
The women watched with avid interest as his cock was pushed into the tube, some grinning while Sharon stared miserably at her feet. She knows , Sharon realised, Debra knows she's letting me know she does. And Ross likes this stuff, he's submissive? Wish I'd known.
 
'Now girls,' Debra said as the chastity tube was locked, 'let's keep this a secret between ourselves; we don't want the men helping him out and destroying his fantasy, do we? And we'll have another party in twelve months time for Ross to have his next orgasm.'

There were murmurs of agreement and Ross felt more tears form in his eyes as Debra removed the key.

'There, all done. There's your fantasy, birthday boy. Now, Millie is going to take the key and put it in the vault at the bank.' Ross watched as Debra handed the key to a mousey woman who was a teller at the local bank branch. 'Now, Millie, you keep that key safe and sound for a year, won't you?'

Millie smiled coldly at Ross. 'You can count on me, Debra,' and Ross instantly regretted all the times he had snapped at Millie when he had visited the bank.

Ross, of course, had no idea that Debra had another key hidden in the back of her lingerie drawer and had plans for further humiliations for Ross over the coming year, humiliations he would be grateful to endure so he could achieve orgasm.

The women applauded as Millie waved the key in the air like a trophy and Ross stood there, his head hanging as the women milled around Debra to congratulate her. 'He's going to get awfully horny,' one woman said, glancing at the humiliated and sorrowful Ross.

'Yes,' Debra said cheerfully, 'he is, isn't he?'

'Is it healthy for him not to have release for that long?' another woman asked. 'My husband uses the old 'blue balls' thing to get me to have sex.'

'Lara has been very helpful in that regard and I think you'll find your husband has been manipulating you.' Debra said and Lara smiled. 'Lara explained to me how to milk his prostate once a month for health reasons.' Ross looked at her with a horrified expression but Debra ignored it and sailed on. 'Apparently, the discharge leaks out, he's drained but doesn't experience orgasm, he won't even feel it, and there won't be any enjoyment.'

'Can we watch?' a woman asked eagerly.

'Why not?'

'What about your sexual satisfaction...'

'Don't worry, I intend to be satisfied,' Debra said with a hard glint to her eyes. 'If Ross doesn't assist me properly,' she said, tracing Ross's lips with a red fingernail and everyone knew exactly what she meant, 'I'll simply go elsewhere. I think I have another fantasy of his on tape somewhere, the one where he wants to watch me make love with a another man.'

Danni and Lara had brought Sharon to the front of the room and she desperately tried to avoid Ross's eyes. She needn't have worried as Ross was staring pathetically at the floor, trying to control his tears, spittle dripping from around the gag.

'Sharon, I hope you won't tease him your office,' Debra said with mock concern, 'it would make life unbearable for him.'

'No,' Sharon mumbled, 'I won't.'

'Then again, perhaps you could tease him a little?' Debra said with a hard stare. 'Short skirts, a glimpse of stocking tops, even knickers? You could do that to make amends, if you get my drift?'

Sharon swallowed hard and looked wildly around the room. 'I have to go,' she said desperately and Debra, Danni and Lara laughed as they watched Sharon bolt to the door.

'I'm sure she'll come round,' Lara said with a grin, 'with a little persuasion.'

'She does have nice legs,' Debra added, 'and a nice figure so it will be painful for poor Ross.' They smiled and Debra turned to her defeated husband.

'Come on, Ross,' Debra said, leading him back up the stairs, 'I'll unlock your handcuffs so you can get dressed. We have a cake for the birthday boy to cut.' Debra fought to keep a smile off her face as she saw another tear roll down Ross's face. 'Come on birthday boy, you can thank me later in a special way for bringing your birthday fantasy true. I suspect,' she said coldly, 'you'll be thanking me quite a lot during the next twelve months.'

End Part 1 of 121 Parts of Birthday Boy by Carmenica Diaz
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Other stories by Carmenica Diaz

The Dark Stories
Toys in the Attic (F/m CB Humil)
Toys in the Cellar (F/m CB Humil)
Kryztal (M/f BDSM D/s)
Useful Humiliation (F/m CB)
Use Me (F/m)
London Telephone Conversations (F/m Humour)
Birthday Boy (F/m)
The Romantic Stories
Catherine Lawrence (TG)
The Mask (TG)
Elizabeth Grey (TG)

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Let me give you a hand with that

kcid56 on Masturbation Stories

I never should have been there, the sign said 18 and older, and here I was, 15 and getting in anyway.  I started growing facial hair young, and could pass for 18 or older with no real effort.  So here I was in an adult video store, going back to the video booths.  As I sat there watching this great girl on girl action, slowly stroking my half hard cock, just enjoying it all.  The booths were separated by as you would guess, walls, but there were no doors, just a curtain pulled closed behind you.  There were about 6 booths.  So, as I sat there watching my selection, I was not really jacking off, just stirring things up a bit.   The video got more and more intense, and as it did, my dick got harder and harder.  I could hear other video's playin

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g and figured I was in similar company, guys looking for a place to unload.  So I'm there and getting closer to actually jacking off when I hear a voice behind me "Can I give you a hand with that?"     A little startled, I jumped, and looked behind me to see a woman standing there with a shy looking grin.  I just sat there cock in hand, just a little shocked.  I thought for a second of how it must have looked pants down around my knees.  She came in a but closer and asked again, looking at my exposed crotch, with my hand trying in vane to cover up what I had been doing, but that was silly.  I'm sitting here, like a kid that just got caught, well, you know, I just got caught beating off, so, now what.   Here's this girl, offering to help me, but what does that really mean.  I'm flustered about getting caught by a total stranger, who is offering to do something that nobody had ever offered to do in the past.  Nobody has ever touched me before, only in my dreams and fantasies.  This is the kind of thing that I think about when I take care of things myself. "Move your hand, I want to see it" she says, and with a little hesitation, I moved my hand.  I guess it was the shock of it all, I was getting softer. "I like it" she says as she reached down to touch me.  Her hand is warm and soft, as she took me and started to stroke me gently, softly.  She was talking to me, but I don't have a clue what she is saying.  I looked at her face, she was watching the video, smiling and pulling my hard-on.  I'm watching her, she's watching the video, and I am having a hard time believing this girl is actually doing this for me.  She hasn't asked for anything in return. Finally I relax and go with it.  She seems to be content just giving me a hand job, so I start to enjoy what is going on.  Her hand was working me well. I was really well.  Her hand was soft and warm, and the thrill of it was bringing me closer and closer to shooting my load. "I'm going to cum"  I said, to which she had me stand up.  Standing beside me, she had one hand on my cock, and with her other hand she reached behind and through my legs to stroke my balls. That was all it took, I started to shoot.  I was shooting cum all over the wall and the video monitor, but I didn't care.  This was the best I had ever had.  Again, I had never had anyone ever do that for me before.  I didnt' want it to stop.   I looked at her, she was smiling, and slowly stroking me, watching as what ever was left in me dribbled out and down her hand.  She milked me for every drop. She took her hand and licked it clean, and went back for more. She left as quietly as she came in, leaving me there pants down and short of breath.  My knees were week, and I wasn't sure if I could walk out without everyone knowing what had happened, so I sat for a bit.  The video was still playing, but I couldn't be bothered with it.  I had just had my first assisted orgasm, and it was great.  After a few minutes, I got up and went straight to the door.  I didn't want to look around, I didn't want to see anyone there. So, finally out the door I started for home.  Once there, I went for the shower and remebered what all happened.  This, with the hot water, got me going again.  I came again, but it was nothing like what I got in the porn shop, nothing at all.

Hunted Ch05

furrybert on Forced Stories

Suzanne had to endure a physical and psych evaluation on her return to Operations, and had been recommended four months of leave to aid in her recovery.  On closer inspection of the available information, Intelligence had discovered that Sasha Jovanovic had not been among those killed during the fire-fight.  Still, they’d managed to take out the leader and a great number of the soldiers, and so the mission was classed as a partial success. 

She wasn’t sure how four months of sitting around and doing nothing was going to help her feel better, but she wasn’t going to complain.  She was just glad that they hadnââ‚

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¬â„¢t started questioning her about why Sasha hadn’t been where he was supposed to be that morning.  She had fallen into a carefully constructed routine designed with the intent to numb her brain, and she was walking around in a daze for the most part.

It had been ten weeks, but Sasha was still preying on Suzanne’s mind.  She was sure he was going to come after her, and a part of her was dreading that and what he would do.  However, another small part of her ached at the thought that maybe he wouldn’t bother coming to find her.  She felt utterly confused whenever she thought about him; it made her flinch at the memory of her bruises but also ache with longing.  She dreamt about him while she slept and spent her days trying to push him out of her mind, with little success.  She often found herself daydreaming, her body burning at the memory of his hands and mouth moving over her skin.

The torture didn’t last much longer.  Suzanne returned home tired after a day spent aimlessly wandering through the local shopping centre.  She dropped her bags in the hallway and traipsed up the stairs and into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind her.  She pulled her hair out of its pony tail and began unbuttoning her shirt, then froze as she heard the bedroom door close behind her.

Sasha stood leaning against the bedroom door, his arms casually folded and that characteristic look of brutal determination on his face.  He looked a little tidier than usual, although he still wasn’t clean shaven.  The look in his eyes was difficult to pin down completely, but Suzanne didn’t miss the smouldering anger within them.  She felt her nether regions stir treacherously at the sight of him and took an involuntary step backwards, eyes darting about in search of any available weapons but finding nothing.

“Hello Sasha,” she whispered softly, standing awkwardly still as she tried to figure out what he was going to do.  He didn’t reply.  “What do you want?” she asked, suddenly conscious of the fact that her breasts were poking out of her half unbuttoned shirt.

Sasha snorted derisively as he pushed himself away from the door and walked towards Suzanne slowly.  She raised her chin in defiance and refused to back away.  He stopped in front of her, so close that his chest almost brushed against her breasts.

“You know why I’m here, my little slut,” he growled softly in Bosnian.  He slid his hand to her cheek and gripped painfully.  “You lied to me, and you set me up.  And you’re going to die.”  Suzanne slapped his hand away from her cheek, then landed another blow to his left eye.  He caught her left wrist before she could hit the other side of his face and bent it behind her back painfully.  She whimpered, then kneed Sasha in the balls in an attempt to escape.  He grunted, his grip relaxing on her arm as he bent over in pain.

“Let’s get a couple of things straight Sasha,” Suzanne said, kicking him again as it looked as if he might straighten up.  “Yes, I lied to you.  It was my job.  As for setting you up?  I did that too.  But if I hadn’t done things the way that I did, you would be dead right now, and you know it.”

Sasha straightened slowly, then shoved Suzanne against the wall, pinning her down.  “Am I supposed to be grateful?” he growled, his hand holding her jaw still.

“That I risked my own life to save yours?” Suzanne replied.  Sasha raised an eyebrow at that, unimpressed.  “Yes, you should be.  You were supposed to turn up to do your job and get slaughtered with the rest of them, but I stopped you from going.  My employers are not exactly forgiving, Sasha.  If they find out what I did, they’ll kill me.”

Sasha was silent for a moment.  He hadn’t dared let himself think that perhaps Suzanne hadn’t wanted him to get hurt.  The thought niggled at him, but he pushed it aside coldly.  “Don’t worry,” he replied, sliding his hand to her throat and squeezing gently.  I’ll save them the trouble.”

“I understand that you’re angry Sasha,” Suzanne said softly.  “That you feel as if I used you.  But we didn’t exactly have a traditional honest and loving relationship going on.  I still didn’t want them to hurt you, though.  I need you to understand that I did what I did because it was the only way I could stop them from killing you.  And that was all that was important to me.”

He didn’t believe her, he couldn’t.  He’d spent too long being as angry as hell over her making a fool of him, and he wasn’t about to let her do it again.  So he ignored the look of pain on her face and chose to think only about the fact that everything else she’d ever said to him had been a lie.  He tightened his grip on her neck slowly until she started to squirm desperately.

Suzanne wasn’t going to accept Sasha’s punishment without a fight.  She punched him in the stomach and he grunted softly, his grip loosening on her throat enough so that she could push him away from her.  She hit him again in the jaw, but he grabbed her arm and held her still, a backhander to her right cheek causing her to stagger in pain. 

Sasha was slightly surprised by Suzanne’s return to her original more aggressive self.  He wondered how much of her submissive behaviour had been an act to make him feel secure enough to trust her.  It had certainly worked.  He pulled her against him and slid his mouth to her ear.

“All that time you spent screaming for me,” he whispered.  “All the times you writhed around underneath me and moaned my name.  Was doing your job really worth being a whore for me?”  Suzanne frowned at Sasha’s hard description of past events.

“That wasn’t a part of my job,” she whispered, and Sasha sneered.  He didn’t believe her.  He wouldn’t.

“Was doing your job really worth leaving?” he growled.  Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat.  How was she supposed to answer that?

“I…” she started, taking a shaky breath.  “I didn’t want to leave like that.  But I couldn’t have stayed, Sasha.  I mean, you couldn’t have expected me to be happy sitting naked in a house all day just waiting for you to come home so that you could screw me?”

Sasha growled again in disgust, shoved Suzanne away from him and turned away.  She staggered for a moment, but regained her balance without falling over.  He still looked angry, but now there was something else there as well.  He brought his hand up and rubbed his face, then raked it through his hair angrily before turning to face her again.

“I should have killed you when Cavoski told me to,” he said quietly, his right hand sliding to his back.  He produced his handgun, removed the safety and held it pointed at the floor beside him.

“You don’t mean that,” Suzanne replied, her voice even.  “And you know it.”  He was not going to kill her.  Sasha snorted, walked towards her slowly.

“You think so?” he asked, raising the gun to her eye level.  “Do you really think I’m not going to kill you, baby?”

Suzanne hoped not, but she wasn’t prepared to take any chances.  She grabbed his wrist with one hand and slammed her elbow down on to his forearm.  He growled in pain, and she brought her elbow back up and slammed it into the side of his face.  He dropped the gun, but it wasn’t going to be enough for her to escape.  He was still as tough as nails and he recovered in a split second.

The girl used the second that Sasha was recovering to make a run for the door.  She managed to claw it open before he grabbed her by her shirt collar and shoved her forwards, slamming the door shut and her on top of it.  He yanked her around to face him and slid his hand into her hair, pulling viciously.

“You’re not getting away from me ever again,” he growled, slapping her in the face as she continued to struggle.  “I told you that you were mine, and I meant it!”  Suzanne refused to stay still, kicking, hitting and scratching with every last remaining ounce of strength in her limbs.

“I do not belong to you!” she screamed.  “You don’t own me, Sasha!  And you can’t just make me do what you want!”

Sasha smiled nastily, slid his free hand to Suzanne’s chin and held her eyes level with his.  “Who are you trying to convince?” he asked softly, which renewed Suzanne’s anger.  She lashed out at him again, and they fought for several minutes.  Sasha eventually slammed Suzanne back against the wall, his hips grinding into hers.  He held her head tightly in his hands and kept her still as he kissed her, hard.  There was absolutely nothing gentle in his actions; he was vicious and brutal, and Suzanne repaid him in kind.  She continued to hit and scratch at him, and bit his lower lip until she tasted his blood filling her mouth.  He grunted in pain, lifted his head away from her and punched her in the left eye, hard.

Suzanne was stunned for a moment from the force of Sasha’s blow to her face, and she couldn’t stop him as he pulled her away from the wall and threw her on to her bed.  He followed immediately, straddling her legs and holding her arms above her head.  He ripped open her shirt the rest of the way and yanked her bra aside, grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed harshly.  Suzanne hissed in pain and started to struggle, but he had his weight on top of her and she couldn’t get any leverage.  Sasha was not impressed by her continued struggling, and bent down to catch her other nipple in his teeth.  She groaned softly, arched against him as her body tried to decide whether it wanted him dead, or inside her.

He leaned to the side for a moment so that he could unzip Suzanne’s trousers and drag them off her legs, but she was having none of it.  She kicked at him, then wriggled away as best she could.  She got one arm free and hit him in the face, then shoved at his chest, trying to get him off her completely.  No chance.  She was strong, but he was heavier.  And he was far more used to this sort of thing than she was. 

Suzanne was panicking.  If she let him touch her she would melt, and she knew it.  But she couldn’t get him off her, no matter how much she hurt him.  He was determined to do what he wanted to do, even though he didn’t seem sure yet if that was to kill her or rape her.  He succeeded in getting rid of her trousers – and her underwear – and slid back on top of her, forcing his legs between hers.

They continued their fight, Sasha alternating randomly between stroking her and hitting, kissing and biting.  Suzanne fought him tooth and nail for as long as she could, but found herself kissing him back on some occasions, no less brutally than him.  She groaned in anger as she felt his hand slide over her stomach and down into her pubic hair.  He slid his fingers inside her, and found her wet.

“You see?” he growled softly, bringing his hand up to Suzanne’s face and wiping the moisture onto her mouth.  “You always did enjoy me being in charge.  What’s the point of being alone with no one around to fuck you until you scream?  You’ll always be my little whore.  Won’t you?”

Suzanne closed her eyes, angry hot tears falling down her cheeks.  She relaxed her body for a moment, trying to regain some of her strength.  If he wanted an answer then it would be a long time coming.

Sasha didn’t care.  He took advantage of Suzanne’s stillness and settled his body over hers, pushed inside her slowly.  Suzanne arched against him, hissing in response but not knowing if it was pleasure or pain.  He let go of her arms, and she slid them around his back, scratching with enough pressure to draw blood even through his clothes.  Her treacherous body reacted instantly to the familiar feeling of him being inside her, and her legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.  Sasha moaned in response, gentled his movements inside her until Suzanne whined in pleasure.

Sasha slid on to his back beside Suzanne after they had finished, and she didn’t miss the careful way in which he moved, settling himself onto his back with a wince.  Dried blood was caked onto his lip and his nose from where she’d hit and bitten him.  She felt similarly battered.

“This is ridiculous,” Suzanne said softly, looking over at Sasha.

“Mmm,” he agreed, wincing again as he looked towards her.  Her face was similarly battered, he leaned over and stroked some hair out of her eyes. 

“I’m sorry Sasha,” Suzanne whispered.  “For leaving.  I really am.”

He sighed.  Closed his eyes and leaned back again.  “I’m sorry I was going to kill you.”

“You weren’t going to though,” she replied.  “Were you?”

Sasha looked back towards Suzanne, a look of seriousness on his face that told her that yes, he had intended to kill her.  She bit her lip and looked away.

“So what do we do now?” she asked softly.

“Stay with me,” he said quietly, and Suzanne’s heart leapt into her throat.

“Where?” she asked, her mind suddenly racing with the thought that Sasha wanted her with him again. 

“I don’t care,” he replied, sliding his palm over her breasts gently.  Suzanne moaned in response, her back arching automatically until she noticed the pain that the move caused.  He groaned in pain as he dragged himself upwards so that he could slide a nipple into his mouth and suck gently.  Suzanne slid her hands to his shoulders and proceeded to remove Sasha’s clothes as quickly as their aching muscles would allow.  He turned around and parted Suzanne’s thighs gently, slid his tongue down onto her clitoris and started to suck. 

Suzanne nudged Sasha until he straddled her head and she could return the favour.  He moaned softly as he felt her mouth envelope him, warm and wet and incredible.  He slid two fingers inside her gently as he sucked, stroked them in circles inside her until she whined in pleasure, the vibrations in her mouth causing him to shudder in response.  Shaking, he turned around again, slid her legs against her chest and pushed against her opening gently.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from arousal, the way that made her shudder in pleasure.

Suzanne wanted answers for herself first.  “Do you love me, Sasha?” she asked, her hands stroking his hair gently.  He frowned, and Suzanne didn’t think he would answer.

“You wouldn’t still be alive if I didn’t,” he replied.  Suzanne sighed in relief, but she wanted to hear him say it for himself.

“Then tell me,” she whispered, holding his eyes level with hers.

An eternity passed by.  They stared at each other for several moments, then Sasha nodded slowly.  “I love you,” he murmured, and Suzanne smiled in relief.  “Now tell me to fuck you!” he growled, and she did, with pleasure.  Sasha slid inside her hard, causing her to gasp in pain-laced satisfaction. 

“Don’t stop,” Suzanne whispered softly against Sasha’s ear.  “Don’t ever stop.”  Sasha moaned softly, slid his mouth down to cover one of her breasts again and sucked hungrily until Suzanne came, her body jerking against him erratically.  He followed shortly afterwards, collapsing on top of her as his worn out body refused to hold itself up any longer.  They slept, Sasha still inside Suzanne and his weight half crushing her, but she didn’t care.  They could decide what the hell they were going to do later.

Samantha Part 1

JohnyBoy on Teen Stories

Just to let you know, this is my first story, tell me what you think.


 

My name is Johny, and my best friends name is Samantha. Sam is one of the hottest girls i know, and

we've been friends for ever, since kindergarden. Now, Im in 10th, while shes in 11th. Shes quite a sight.

Short red hair, with a slinder body, and a nice C cup. Always wearing a white tangtop, never with a bra,

and a red mini skirt. Sam weares loose clothes because she doesnt like felling constrained, which doesnt

bother me at all. Everyday at lunch, we'd sit outside, look at other students walking by, and talk about

masterbation.
"Hey!" She yelled as she looked at me sitting age

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nst the wall. "Wake up! what do you have to be tired

about?!". I looked up at her. "Oh, I see, you fucked Emily finally? did ya?" She said bending over me

revealing her boobs, and she didnt notice, and i didnt care to tell her as my dick twitched. "Come on, you

can tell me. You finally sliped in the sausage? Rode first class to pleasure town? Or just plain old fucked

her till she cried?". "Shut up!" I said covering my face, sadly loosing the visual of of her lovly breasts.

Sam sat next to me and put her hand on my sholder. "Ah, you didnt do it, did you? You just stand up late

wankin off huh...". "Yeah, she teased me, then left." i said blushing.
"Oh, thats great. Did she do things like this?". Sam grabbed my cock through my pants, and began to rub

it. "No!" I said slapping her hand away. "How bout this?" She laughed shaking her breasts revealing her

breasts again. "Kinda..." I looked at the ground. "Was it a strip tease? That must have been it. You

probibly came in your pants when she flashed her-". I moaned softly, and, Sam noticed. "THAT WAS IT!

Ooooo thats cruel, and she didnt even polish you pistol afterwards!?" She bounced up, making her jiggle. I

hit her on the head and covered my face. "Hey! I can tell ya atleast that I would have done it, that sounds

mean to just leave ya hangin, or, standing, or, what ever...".
Just then, i got rock hard. I'd never thought of her like that. Just the thought of her making me cum was to

much. "Hey, Sam? Ill be right back, i need to take a piss." I said getting up. She nooded her head as I

walked away, then stopped me. "If you gonna go jerk, you could tell me, i could hook you up.". She gave

me a look, then handed me a picture. "dont look till your about to cum, ok?" She said fluttering her eyes. I

just shoke my head yes, and ran to the bathroom.
All closed. What a time to close the bathrooms! I had to find somewhere to jack off. I just ran around

thinking about Sam holding my cock, hanging her mouth open, waiting for me to... found it. A place to do

my business. It was outside, and just a wall with think, full trees, but hey, thats the only place without

people in my whole school.
I crawled far back into the bushes till i couldnt see light, and pulled out my dick. I started off slow, but

sped up till i could feel an orgasm boiling. With my free hand, I unfolded the picture from Sam. I couldnt

hold it back any longer. I quickly opened the picture to see a picture off me and Sam when she was 7 and

i was 6. "What the he- ee- lllllloooooh!". I looked like I'd been hit in the face as I came on the picture, my

hoody, and my shoes. "What was that? I feel like a fuckin pedophile." I said wiping my cum on some

leaves as i shood up. I took the photo and wiped it off, folded it, and placed it in my pocket.

"So, Johny boy, how'd you like jerkin on our childhood?" She said laughing. "I didnt do anything. I was

going to, but i looked at the picture first, im no fucking pervert...". She bend over showing her ass.

"Hmmm, your shoes say otherwise. Is that your cum? Is it Johny?" Sam said full of sarcasm. I looked at

my shoes, and lied. "No, its mayonase i think, i stepped on a pack of it on my way here...". "Oh" She said,

"So, then, I could lick it up then?". Before i could say no, she grabbed my leg, took my shoe off, and

licked my cum right off of it. I couldnt beleave it, Samantha just ate my cum. MY cum. I got so hard, it

hurt like a kick to the balls.
"Hm, doesnt taste like it, tastes, salty... and to watery... eww, its nasty..." Sam spit it on the ground,

getting some on her face and tits. That was it, the sight was to much. I came. It was so strong too. I

gasped, as my face blushed purple. "Johny boy? Whats wrong? Feel guilty from masterbating on that

photo?". Sam looked at my pants to find then leaking with gel. "Are you, uh, oh my god, you ARE! your

having an orgasm! Arent you!" she said as she started smiling. It still kept coming out, I didnt know I

could cum so much. It was all over the ground and started running off the walkway to the bushes.
"Woh, thats a lot... Emily doesnt know what shes missing!". She grabbed my pants and pulled them down

just enough too see my dick, as i pumped one out whAich shot up atleast a foot in the air. CLICK. I rushed

to cover myself as i kept going. I looked over at Sam, who had her phone out. She took a fucking picture!

You could see my dick, and my cum hitting her hands.
"What the hell was that?!". I finally finished. She started licking my cum off her ands and phone and said

"Im gonna need this to masterbate later, okay?". I pumped out a final blob of cum as she kept licking it

up. She smiled, got up, and walked away, licking her lips.

RING! Schools over for today, and Sam looks back over. "Ill come over your place later, ok?". Oh god,

Im, I-, Im cumming! I fell over and went into a fetal position, which i found out didnt help since my pants

were still down a bit. I came in my eyes and my mouth. "What the fuck!" I yelled spitting it out, only to be

replaced by more, until I stpped, ans unballed myself. Taking my hood, I covered my face to hide the cum

on my face, and pulled my hoody down to cover the splash over cum on me. It took a while to unstick

from the ground, but no one saw.

What luck, i guess you could say? uh, not really, but, at least im getting some tonight!

Taking the test

keymaker on Masturbation Stories

   
Like any other college guy, I'm always horny and always ready to jerk off
at the drop of a hat, or anything else for that matter. I still do it
secretly without the knowledge of my roommates because I attend a very
religious school and although I know that two of my roommates have jerked
off in their lifetime, the other two are very strongly opposed to it (at
least they say that.) So I'm always looking for new places to do it
besides the shower or late at night after my roommate has fallen asleep.

The other day I found a new place. I had slept through a test last week and
spent the rest of the day trying to set up a make-up exam. The day after
the original test, my professor called and said if I wanted to t
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ake the
test right then, I should go to his office. I got there as fast as I could
since I was trying to not fail this thing and found his office after a few
minutes of searching the building. His office was inside a room. The room
was a lab, divided into three sections. From the doorway, you can only see
the 2nd and 3rd part. The 1st part of the room was off to the right and
behind a freestanding wall. My prof greeted me and brought me a copy of
the test. He said the best place to take it would be the desk in the 1st
hidden area of the room. The only way to see the desk is to walk into the
main room, turn right and go about 10 feet and the turn left and head into
that area. He said I wouldn't be bothered here. He then said to take an
hour and fifteen minutes and then put the exam under his door since he was
leaving for a while and might not make it back in time. So he left and I
began.

Now the whole day I kept getting my usual hard-on at the sight of anyone.
As I sat there, halfway done with tons of time, I started fantasizing and
slowly my dick grew and was straining for a bit of release. The bathroom,
I thought, but realized that I couldn't leave my test just sitting there.
So I start rubbing my dick through my khakis. Wearing a button down shirt,
I slowly undid each button until I reach my pants.then I say, what the
hell. My fingers move to my zipper and slowly pull it down as my bulge
tries to push through the opening. Not being one for underwear, my dick
easily finds it's way into the open air outside my pants. I was hornier
than hell. There I was, stroking my cock, thinking that my prof could
return at any moment.

Then the door opens. I freeze and wait. It's some guys working in the
other half of the room. They talk while beginning their work and I get
back to mine. The thought of other people just on the other side of a
flimsy wall while I was stroking my meat was too much. I decided that if I
was gonna do it I would finish it and getting more into it I push my pants
to my ankles, leaving me bare-assed on the chair, dick in hand and test
half done in front of me.

Speaking of in front of me, there was a window that ran the length of the
room. It was about a foot high and at eye level when seated. I could see
out, but all the students passing by could at least see my face and the
expression on it. I'm sure they could figure it out if they wanted too.
My stroking increased as I began thrusting my hips back and forth. I
peeled the shirt off and threw it off somewhere. I was sweating now and
stifling the moans inside me that were growing with each stroke of my
hand. I felt the surge building in my cock and knew it was now or never.

I spun my chair around so that I was facing the room and not the desk and
closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. The Pope could have walked in and I
wouldn't have stopped. Then I felt the wave of orgasm as the spasms run
through me, my jism shooting from my cock for what seemed like hours. When
it subsided, I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. My load was the biggest
I'd ever squirted and lay there on the floor of my prof's lab in testimony
to my efforts. I quickly dressed and found some paper towels to clean up
with.

Twenty minutes later I slipped a finished test under his door, smiled at
the now clean floor, and walked back to my dorm, where I locked the door to
relive what just happened in the science building. That is one test I'll
never forget and the only one I ever enjoyed taking. I still don't know
what grade I got on it, but does it matter?