Posted on: July 13, 2009
It's  late  at  night  and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual
activities.  It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering
each other's preferences.

We  talk  about  how  I  like  my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like
pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on
them,  and  that  he  is  the  first  person  who  has ever been able to
understand  how  good  it  feels to have them stimulated so strongly. He
responds  maybe  that's because most men believe that would hurt instead
of  please  the  woman,  and  I  respond  with,  "Maybe that's true, but
sometimes  pain  can  be  a good thing." He mulls that over, and I can't
actually  believe I just put it that bluntly, but we both kind of ignore
the significance of the statement and go on to other things.

We  eventually  get  into  another discussion where the "B" word finally
comes  up, and we both admit to each other that we have fantasized about
bondage.  We  talk about experimenting, and the next couple of weeks are
filled  with  conversations and anticipation about our impending journey
into  bondage.  We  decide  that I am to be the submissive. I don't have
much  in the way of dominant tendencies -- I have always been submissive
in  my  bondage  fantasies.  Even  though  he  is interested in both the
dominant and submissive roles, I am clearly more the submissive.

We  decide  this will be the weekend for our bondage experiment. He goes
to  work  on  Friday  leaving me the whole day to wonder and worry about
what  the  evening will hold for me. I know he has acquired the toys and
torture  tools  he  plans  on  using,  and they must be around the house
somewhere  by this time, but he has been adamant that he doesn't want me
knowing  what his plans for me are, and I agree with his rationale. I've
been  careful  over  the  past few days not to look for the toys or even
come across them by mistake for fear of ruining his plans.

He  has  always  been  the gentlest and sweetest person to me, but while
talking  about  my submission to him and how he plans to dominate me, he
has  actually  begun  to  be  quite  the  disciplinarian. He has already
promised me punishments for certain "transgressions" I've committed. His
promise  to "mess with" my tits is particularly intriguing. I don't know
what he has in mind for the punishments, but while part of me is looking
forward  to  it,  the  other  part of me is a bit fearful, and I want to
avoid adding reasons for punishment to his list.

Evening  finally  comes and we return from work, but he is in a bad mood
and  has  had  a  bad day. We have dinner, but he then tells me he's too
tired  for  our  bondage  games tonight and wants to go to bed. I cannot
believe  he  is saying that -- surely he must be joking. Is this more of
his  mind  domination,  or is he really serious? Evidently he is serious
because he gets up and heads toward the bedroom, and I just want to cry.
I follow him into the bedroom, all the while trying to figure out what I
have  done  wrong  to  make  him  decide  to  forgo our bondage session.
Luckily,  after  about  10 minutes in bed, he tells me he's now ready to
test  out tying me up. My heart begins to race again. I wonder if I will
be sorry for hoping he would change his mind.

He  tells me to follow him to the living room, which I do. He then tells
me  to  strip. I stand in the corner of the room undressing and leave my
clothes  on  the floor beside me. Now I'm completely naked (in more ways
than  one?).  He  has moved to the fireplace and is retrieving a toolbox
that  was  behind  a  chair  there.  He has opened up the toolbox and is
taking  things  out, and I am too anxious to even notice what everything
is.  He  tells  me to come closer, which I do, and I attempt to smile at
him, but he is totally focused on this really long piece of rope that he
wants  to use on me. He tells me to put my arms in the air and he starts
to wind the rope around my chest, underneath my tits.

As he winds the rope around and around, I can hear a "whish" as it moves
through  the air, and he is tightly winding around my chest two or three
times  and then moves to the top of my tits, winding it around the top a
number  of  times too. The rope is nylon and I am extremely turned on by
the feel of the tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving around my
body.

He  then takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops
inbetween  my tits, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to
the  loops  behind my back. He then cinches the bottom rope and top rope
together  on  the  outer  sides  of my tits, forcing my tits even closer
together  and making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As he turns
me  around  to  check the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror
and  can  see  that  the  rope is forcing my tits to protrude, making my
already  large tits seem even larger, and they are already swelling from
the bondage. I am excited by how he has forced my tits to take the shape
that he wants, ready to be used and tortured at his will.

He locks leather cuffs on my wrists with tiny padlocks. He then tells me
to  put  my  hands behind my back, which I, of course, do. He secures my
wrists  cuffs  together  and tells me to kneel. He then informs me of my
safewords:  "yellow" to mean he should ease up on whatever he's doing at
that  moment, and "red" to mean everything should stop. I let him know I
understand  the  safewords,  but I force from my mind the thought that I
might actually use them.

He then goes about tying my elbows together with another length of rope.
My  elbows are having a hard time meeting, and that takes him a while to
work on, but the constant "whish"ing of the rope as he's manipulating my
arms  and  the  feeling  of  the  rope  itself keeps my excitement level
elevated.

After  tying  my elbows close together, he tells me to lie on the floor,
face down. I try to do that, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my
back,  I  have  no way to brace myself, and I am having difficulty lying
down. He decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around
my  chest  behind  my  back, and pushes me forward. But, because I don't
know  he's  got  ahold  of  me  and  intends  to keep me from falling, I
initially  resist his efforts to lower me down because I still feel like
I'll  fall.  He  releases  his  grip  at  about  the  same time I end my
resistance to his pushing, and I end up falling straight onto the floor.
He  tells  me  he  had meant to keep that from happening, but I actually
like that he was so forceful and I was so helpless.

Suddenly   he   starts  to  chastise  me  for  one  of  my  most  recent
"transgressions" and starts to spank my ass as punishment. Everything up
to  this  point  has  felt  more  like  preparation,  but suddenly he is
seriously  treating  me  as  his  sub  and  I  am immediately incredibly
humiliated.  I  turn  to look at him, but he is continuing his spanking,
with  his  bare  hand, and will not catch my glance. I am so embarrassed
that  I  try to put my head under my arm to hide my face, but my arm is,
of course, tied behind my back. So I settle for my shoulder.

Then  suddenly  it's not his hand that is spanking me, but there is this
"whoosh"  and  a  much harder thwat on my ass. I turn to see what it is,
and  I see a cat-o-nine-tails. Now the humiliation is increased tenfold,
and  there  is  a  rising  level  of  pain as I wonder if I can bear the
embarrassment of him continuing to flog my ass.

He  continues for a while, moving between my ass and upper thighs, and I
can  feel  the  heat  rush  to my ass and legs as they turn red from the
flogging.  I  wonder if he knows that he is fulfilling one of my deepest
and  most  humiliating  fantasies.  I  have  always  wanted  serious ass
spankings,  and as painful and humiliating as it is, I am enjoying every
single painful moment.

The spanking and flogging don't last too long, and he has now decided to
hog-tie  me.  He  is  using more rope to tie my ankles together and then
fold  them  up  to  my ass and tie them to the rope between my elbows. I
really  like  the  way  this feels when he completes the hog-tie -- I am
totally  immobilized and at his mercy. I am really feeling more and more
submissive  to  him  by  the  minute. Unfortunately the elbow ropes soon




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begin  to cut off circulation in my arms, so he unties them and releases
me  from  the  hog-tie. I am saddened by this, but little do I know what
else he has in store for me.

He  frees  my  wrists  and  ankles, but keeps the cuffs on my wrists. He
tells  me to move over to the door to his office, adjacent to the living
room.  He  steps away and comes back with a hook that he places over the
rim  of  the  door before closing the door. He tells me to stand with my
back  against  the  door,  facing  the living room, with my arms over my
head.  I do so and he quickly ties my wrist cuffs to the hook so that my
arms  are  now secured near the top of the door. As he does this, I feel
my tits jut out even more, and there is no way for me to prevent my huge
swollen tits, the size of which has always embarrassed me, from sticking
straight  out  into  the air. He then ties my ankles together once more.
Then  he  blindfolds me. Now I am increasingly apprehensive and entirely
at his mercy.

He  moves  away  for  a moment and it sounds like he's going back to the
toolbox.  I  cannot  see  a thing and can only wonder what he's planning
next.  He  doesn't make me wait too long, and he is back in front of me,
touching my tits. His hands move toward my nipples. The bondage has made
them  even  more sensitive, and I am really enjoying his touch. Suddenly
though,   he   clamps  something  onto  each  nipple  and  the  pain  is
unbelievable.  It feels like they are on fire, and the pain is radiating
throughout  my  nipples.  Just  as  it begins to subside a bit, the pain
intensifies.

"Are  you tightening them?" I ask, and he just chuckles. I later realize
he's  chuckling  because  he found it amusing that I had no idea what he
had  used to torture my nipples or what was causing the additional pain.
He  was  using  wooden  clothespins  on  my  nipples. What made the pain
increase was the fact that a string was tied between the clothespins and
he was pulling on the string.

I  then hear what sounds like a chair or something being placed in front
of  me.  I  wonder what he could be doing with the chair. He tells me to
stand up on my tip-toes as high as I can, which I do, and after a second
or two I feel a stronger tugging at my nipples. He has attached a second
string  to  the  string between the clothespins and has pulled it toward
the  ceiling  where  he  uses  a  strong rubber band to attach it to the
ceiling  with a push-pin. The string and the rubber band keep a constant
tension on the clothespins and make them tug relentlessly at my nipples.
He  plucks at the string and it makes the clothespins jump, causing them
to  pull  my nipples back and forth. I can't tell what is happening, but
it feels like my nipples are vibrating and being painfully pulled at the
same time.

Due  to the blindfold, I'm not aware of how he's arranged this tug on my
nipples.  I'm  still up on my tip-toes, but the intensity of the pain is
overwhelming. The pain distracts me from his instructions to stand up on
my  toes,  and I begin to drop my heels -- when I do, the pain increases
100-fold,  it seems. I yelp and rise back up on my tip-toes as high as I
can.  I  ask  him  what's  causing this, but he just let's me suffer. He
responds that maybe I should try to stay up on my toes.

I  try to focus on what's happening and to understand what he means, but
it takes a few moments, perhaps minutes, before the pain subsides enough
for  me to understand what he has done to me. He has attached my nipples
to  the  ceiling with the string and rubber band so that if I stay on my
toes,  the tension on the clothespins is only moderate, but if I drop my
heels,  the  tension  is  heightened  and  the pain increases. Since I'm
blindfolded, I still don't know just how he's done it, but I do know the
pain drastically increases if I drop my heels toward the floor.

This  is  a  difficult  spot to be in, and I wonder how long my legs can
hold  out.  As  if I'm not in enough pain at this point, he decides that
now is the time for some further punishment. He takes the cat and starts
flogging  me  again.  He  starts  lightly  on my thighs, and the strokes
quickly  get  stronger  and harder, moving quickly over my body. I am in
such incredible pain, and I can hardly believe he is actually doing this
to  me.  And,  the  clothespins  are  still  relentlessly  tugging on my
nipples. Once in a while, he plucks at the string.

He  then  steps away for a moment. When he returns, I strain to hear any
clue  as to what will happen next. I don't have to wait too long. He has
retrieved a riding crop and begins applying it to my abdomen and thighs.
It stings! I wonder what is causing such a new and different pain, and I
ask  him  what  this latest tool of torture is, but he refuses to answer
and  scolds  me  for talking so much. He even crops the undersides of my
tits,  and  they  are so tightly bound and tortured from the clothespins
that  every stroke takes my breath away and I can hardly catch my breath
between  strokes.  I ask him if my tits and body are red and marked from
the  cat  and the crop, and he tells me they are, and I am proud to know
that  he  has  marked  me  with these painful blows. He sits down on the
floor  in  front of me and continues applying the crop, concentrating on
my poor titties.

He  finally  stops  the  flogging  and  cropping.  But  soon  there is a
sensation  of  pins  and  needles  running across my thighs, stomach and
ultimately  my  tits.  I  once again do not know what's causing this new
painful  sensation,  but  later learn he's using a pinwheel on me. As it
gets to my tits I again cannot refrain from moaning and panting from the
combination  of excitement and pain. And then there are more clothespins
clamped  on  my  breasts  so that it is now impossible to tell where the
pain is coming from because it is coming from everywhere.

Throughout  the activities I have been a bit talkative, asking questions
about  what  he  is doing to me, since I am blindfolded. He has begun to
tire of my questions and decides that it is time to test out a gag. This
is  something  I  had  told  him  frightened  me, yet by this point I am
looking  forward to it because I want him to forcibly stop my chattering
so  that I will not be bothering him. It is at this point I realize that
he  has  truly  "Mastered"  me,  and that my needs and fears have become
secondary in my mind to pleasing him. I want to be able to withstand all
of  his  torture and pain because I want him to be proud of me, and more
importantly  I want him not only to be my Dom, but also the Master of my
body. I want him to feel that he can do anything he wants with me and my
body and know that I will please him.

I  think  he  is a bit surprised that I do not object to the gag, and he
goes  to get a rubber ball gag. He comes back and places a small item in
one  of my hands. He explains that with the gag in place, I'll be unable
to  use  the  safeword, so if I need to say the safeword while gagged, I
can  give  the safeword signal by dropping the item he put in my hand. I
agree.

Then  he  puts the gag in my mouth. It tastes horrible, but that bothers
me less than the fact that it forces my mouth extremely wide open, while
filling  it up so much that I cannot even think about uttering a word. I
am quite a talker, and this inability to speak proves very difficult for
me.  But  I am happy that it prevents me from talking and bothering him.
He continues torturing me with the cat, the crop, and the pinwheel.

I  am  still  on  my  tip-toes and my legs are tiring. My heels begin to
drop, but the instant pulling on my nipples forces me right back up, and
I  can't  even yell because of the gag. At one point he starts asking me
questions,  which  I obviously cannot answer, but when I don't answer he
starts flogging me harder and harder for my failure to respond, and I am
panting and choking on the ball in my mouth.

Finally  he  removes  the  gag  because he can tell it is too much. This
particular  gag  is  really too big for me, and its narrow leather strap
cuts  into  the  corners  of  my mouth. I feel a clear sense of failure,
though  I know it is not my fault, but I want to remain gagged because I
know  it  pleased  him so much. He promises me that next time he'll have
the problem fixed and that I'll remain gagged far longer. He removes the
"safeword thing" from my hand.

Eventually  my  legs start to shake from fatigue since I have been on my
toes  now for a very long time. He asks me if I am tiring and I hesitate
to  say I am. I promised myself two things when we decided to enter into
the  world of bondage -- one was that I wouldn't use the safeword unless
I feared real bodily harm was imminent, and the other was that I was not
going to be one of those subs who tops from the bottom. I do not want to
tell  him  I  am tiring because I do not want him to release me until he
wants to. I want him to be in complete control.

Finally,  when  my  legs  have  reached the point where they are shaking
almost  incessantly  from  fatigue,  he releases me from the ceiling and
takes  the  clothespins  off  my  breasts.  I had read that removing the
clothespins  from the nipples hurts tremendously, but am still surprised
at  how  much  it  hurts.  He  gently massages my nipples a bit and then
releases  my  arms  and  legs  from  their  restraints  and  removes the
blindfold.  He  tells  me  that  I should use this opportunity to take a
bathroom break. I tell him I do not need to go, but he strongly urges me
to take advantage of the offer because I will not be given another break
for awhile.

I  head  off  to the bathroom, and immediately sink onto the toilet from
physical  and emotional fatigue. I take a couple of minutes to regain my
resolve  and  strength  and  am  amazed at how he knew better than I how
badly I needed this break. As I turn to leave the bathroom I take a look
at  myself  in the mirror. My tits are so tightly bound and red from the
floggings,  and  my  nipples  swollen  and dark from the clothespins and
torment. There are red marks on my thighs and stomach from the floggings
as well, and my face is flushed from the excitement. I am happy with the
way  I look in bondage and enjoy knowing he has made me this way. I feel
incredibly  free  and  liberated  by my submission, and I return to give
myself  over  again  to  his  will. When I return to the living room, he
gives me a cup of water to drink from.

After  I've  sipped  a  bit  of  water, he tells me he intends to put me
through  some  outdoor  bondage  on his front porch. While it is already
past  midnight,  I  am  totally  scared of being seen or discovered in a
state  of  naked  bondage,  but I follow his command because I no longer
even  care  to question it. His house is on a cul-de-sac in a very quiet
neighborhood,  and  he's told me previously that his immediate neighbors
are  early-nighters,  but  if  a  car  were to turn onto the street or a
neighbor were to look outside, I am convinced they could see everything.
Still,  I am also excited by the prospect of being naked and tied out in
the open.

He leads me out to the front porch. A streetlight offers us enough light
to  see  what we're doing, but not enough to make us obvious to a casual
observer.  He tells me to sit in one of the lounge chairs and secures my
wrist  cuffs  together  behind  the  back  of the chair. He then ties my
ankles  to  the sides of the chair legs so that my legs are spread open.
He  doesn't blindfolded me at this point, and I think this is so I fully
realize  that I'm naked, tied, and helpless out in the open, and that it
might  be  possible  for someone to see me should they step out of their
house or drive down the street.

He then goes back into the house and leaves me out there naked and bound
to  the chair on his front porch. It seems like a lifetime that I am out
there  alone  (he later tells me it was only a couple of minutes), and I
can hear every little sound. I hear cars passing on the next street, and
my  heart jumps each time because I think they might be coming this way.
I  want him back desperately, but I'm afraid to call for him because the
neighbors might hear.

Eventually  he  comes  back  and  blindfolds  me again. He then puts the
clothespins on my already sore nipples, and I try to stifle my yelp from
the  pain  so  the  neighbors won't hear. Unbelievably, he decides to go
back  into the house once again. It's much worse this time since I'm now
blindfolded  and  have  no  idea who might be watching or approaching me
while  I'm  tied up out there. He stays inside for what again seems like
an eternity, and I'm very relieved when he finally returns.

But,  he  doesn't make things any easier on me. He then tells me to lean
forward,  which  I do, and he ties the string between the clothespins to
the  porch  rail  with  more  string  and  a rubber band, like he'd done
previously to the ceiling. If I try to lean back in the chair and relax,
the  clothespins  tug  all  the  more  painfully on my nipples. I am now
forced  to sit as far forward in the chair as I can, with my legs spread
and  feet  bound  to  the chair legs, barely touching the floor, leaning
forward  with  my  tits displayed for all the world to see. I am glad he
doesn't  choose  to  flog me at all on the porch because I doubt I could
keep from screaming.

But  my  nipples  are  in  serious pain from the constant tugging of the
clothespins,  and  I  am  finding it hard to balance my body and keep it
tilted forward. He walks down to the street in front of his house to see
how  visible  I  am  if  someone should walk or drive by. My panting and
silent  moans  from  the  pain  are  so  loud in my own mind, and I'm so
distracted by the pain and my predicament, that I don't hear him return.
Suddenly  he is kissing me on the mouth. I grab for him with my lips and
tongue,  and  his  mouth tastes sweeter than ever before and I can't get
enough  of  him.  But he pulls away too soon and I am left there with my
mouth searching for his to no avail, and I whimper a bit.

I  can  feel him standing in front of me, and I even think he is leaning
against  the rail, just silently watching me writhe and whimper in pain.
I am again amazed at how sadistic he truly can be, and grateful that his
sweet  and  caring  nature  can  co-exist  with his sadistic penchant to
torture  me  and  conquer my will. Now and then, he plucks at the string
tugging on my nipples.

It  is  growing  chilly  outside and he decides that we should move back
inside. I am relieved because my legs are hurting from trying to keep my
body  balanced.  He releases my arms, unties my legs from the chair, and
removes the clothespins from my nipples. It takes all the will I have to
keep  from  screaming at the top of my lungs as the blood rushes back to
my  nipples.  He  does  not  take off the blindfold as he guides me back
inside.  He holds the cup of water to my lips, and I drink a little more
before he leads me across the living room floor.

Soon  I  realize  we are again standing at the doorway to his office. He
positions  me  with  my back to the closed door once again. This time he
has  decided  to  chain my wrist cuffs to the hook instead of tying them
with  rope,  and he tells me to hold my arms up high again. But it seems
my  arms  are so fatigued that they keep on dropping down, hindering his
attempts to chain them to the hook above the door. He is losing patience
with me and his voice is clearly cross. This strikes fear into my heart,
and  I hold my arms up as straight as I can and concentrate as hard as I
can  on not dropping them. He finally succeeds in chaining them up, even
though he leaves a little play in the chain. I breathe a sigh of relief,
despite the fact that I am once again entirely at his disposal.

He  then  tells me to spread my legs far apart, and I wonder why. Surely
he  can't  then  expect  to tie my nipples to the ceiling the way he did
before because, with my legs spread, I will be way too low to the ground
for  that  to  be  at  all  bearable. I spread my legs and he guides me,
telling  me  to  move  them  further  and  further  apart.  I  feel  him
maneuvering  my  ankles and tying rope around them, but can't figure out
what  he's doing because I'm still blindfolded. Then I hear him stand up
before me. I ask what he's done.

"Try  to  put  your legs together," is all he says in response, and I do
and  realize  that he has attached my ankles to a spreader bar. I am now
the  most  helpless  I  have  been  the  entire  evening, and completely
humiliated. My tits are tied and swollen and sore beyond belief, my arms
and  legs  are  incapacitated,  my eyes are blindfolded, and my legs and
pussy are spread wide open for whatever whim he might have.

He  then  proceeds to play with my tits a bit and asks me if I want "the
strong,  tight  clamps or the really strong ones." I am totally confused
and  tell  him  that  I  don't  know which are which, and he repeats the
question. I realize I should answer that I want the "really strong ones"
because  otherwise I am being too weak and could be subjecting myself to
future punishment. At this point he tells me he's been using clothespins
on  my  nipples. I am disappointed in myself for having found the simple
clothespins  so  very  painful  because I know he has other, more severe
clamps. So I tell him I want the "really strong ones."

He retrieves the Japanese clover clamps and puts them on my nipples, and
they  are  much  more  painful  than  the  clothespins.  I really cannot
tolerate the pain, and he can tell I am having a very difficult time. He
asks  if he should take them off, but I am reticent to respond because I
do  not  want to be weak and disappoint him. He asks me again, saying he
understands that my nipples must be just too sore at this point to stand
these  clamps,  and  I agree once he promises he will use these stronger
clamps  next  time. He takes the clamps off, which causes more pain, and
then returns the clothespins to their now familiar home.

He  then  turns  his  attention  to  my  very  wet and open pussy. He is
spreading  my  lips  with  his  fingers  and  I  am growing increasingly
excited.  He has never been one for a lot of hands-on pussy action, so I
am finding this more exciting than one normally might. But then suddenly
my lips are being spread even further as he is putting what I assume are
clothespins  all along the outer lips. I cannot control a scream. I have
never  felt  such  pain  before  in  my  life, and he doesn't seem to be
stopping  anytime  soon. I lose track of how many clothespins he has put
on my pussy as my whole body is shaking with pain.

Just  when I think that I am getting used to the pain, his fingers enter
my  pussy, he grabs an inner lip, and attaches a clothespin there too. I
let  out an extended howl from that. He doesn't leave that clothespin on
very  long  because  he can tell from my reaction how painful it is, but
it's  there  long  enough  for me. But then he starts to feel his way up
into  my  pussy with his finger, and he reaches for my G-spot and starts
to  massage  it,  and even with all the pain and torture I am feeling, I
have never felt such pleasure. He can tell I am enjoying it too much, so
he withdraws, causing me to whimper incessantly as he walks away.

So there I stand -- tits and arms bound, spreader bar between my ankles,
nipples  and pussy clamped, and I am sure there is no way I can feel any
greater  pain.  I  am, as I have been a number of times this evening, of
course,  wrong.  He returns and begins another session of punishment. He
starts with the cat on my outer thighs. He then moves to my inner thighs
and  has  me fearing that his final destination will be my pussy, but he
cannot whip me directly on my pussy since it's got all those clothespins
attached to it.

He then brings to my attention a certain philosophical debate we've been
having  over the past few months. I think he has chosen this one because
he  knows  how  strong  my  resolve  is on this issue. Suddenly he is no
longer  using  the  cat,  which,  while  painful,  I  have  become a bit
accustomed  to.  He  is  now  using  the  riding  crop, which I find far
stronger  and  harsher than the cat. He applies the crop with full force
on  my flesh, and it stings much more than the cat. He is using it on my
stomach  and  thighs,  and his strokes get stronger and stronger, and he
finally  moves  to my breasts and is striking me all over my swollen and
tortured tits.

Throughout  this  torment,  he keeps asking me to agree with him on that
particular philosophical debate, and I am in so much pain from the blows
to  my  tits  that  I  really want to agree with him. But I cannot bring
myself to give up my convictions, so I stand there, with him striking me
with  the crop so incessantly that not more than a second or two goes by
between  blows.  He  is  cropping my tits, my abdomen, my thighs, and my
whole  body  is  on  fire. Every time I move in reaction to the crop, my
pussy  burns  from the additional pain caused by the clothespins pulling
on my pussy lips, and I am at the point where I can feel tears coming to
my  eyes  and  a huge lump in my throat. I have never felt anything like
this before in my entire life.

I want to cry from the pain, but am so very grateful that he has brought
me to this incredible point. While the pain is beyond belief and part of
me  wants  to  agree  with him and end the suffering, I feel like I have
reached  a  place, outside myself, where I am free from the physical and
emotional  barriers of my life and I have given him the reins to control
me.  While  it  is  painful beyond belief, it is the most liberating and
exciting  thing  to  be able to trust him that much, and for him to have
mastered me so skillfully. I cannot imagine ever being happier, which is
so  surprising  to me, considering the intense pain and humiliation I am
feeling right now.

He  finally  decides that I will not give in on our debate and stops the
cropping,  but  then  he  decides  to take the clips off of my tits, and
while  the  blood  is  still  rushing  back to my nipples and I am still
writhing  and  moaning with pain, he starts to remove the clamps from my
pussy. The pain and burning coming from my pussy makes my heart race and
I  cannot  even  catch my breath enough to scream. I think that all that
comes  out  of my mouth is some strained panting and whimpering, because
he  is  taking the clips off one at a time, and each one hurts more than
the previous.

At  the  very  last one I catch my breath and actually get a scream out,
but  he's  not through yet. He retrieves the cat. He flogs my thighs and
torso a little more and then even flogs me directly on my pussy briefly,
which  is  incredibly  painful, but he doesn't stay there long. I make a
note  to  myself  to let him know that further flogging there would be a
welcome and painful punishment.

He  lets  up  on  the flogging, and before I realize it, he has freed me
from  my  bonds  and is leading me, still blindfolded, across the living
room toward the futon there. The burning in my pussy is still strong.

He  secures my arms behind my back, seats me on the futon, and sits next
to  me.  He  starts  to  touch my pussy a bit, but is having a hard time
accessing  the  area  because  my legs are together. I'm still trying to
recover mentally from the very intense punishment I've just endured from
the clothespins and the cat and crop.

He  says  to  me,  "A  smart girl would spread her legs," and I promptly
spread  them  as  wide  as I can, again showing how much he's broken me,
because  ordinarily I would have some kind of verbal retort for him, but
now  I just respond to his request as quickly as I can. He then proceeds
to  reach  inside  my pussy and massage my G-spot and the entire region.
Feeling such pleasure after so much torture is an amazing thing. My body
is  so  much  more  sensitive  to  his  every touch and I feel like he's
setting  my  whole  body  aflame.  I try to keep from coming too quickly
because I am not really sure that he wants me to come, but I finally ask
him  if I can come. He gives permission, and I have one of the strongest
orgasms I can remember.

After  that,  our  bondage session is over. He releases me from my bonds
and  removes the blindfold. I look at the clock and see we've been at it
for about four hours.

We  then  move to the bedroom, get in bed, and start to talk a bit about
the  events of the evening, and I really want to feel his cock inside of
me, but I also love the way his cock tastes, and I feel it would be more
in keeping with the tone of the evening for me to give him a blow job. I
know  how  much  he  loves  it  when I give him blow jobs, and I want to
please  him  as  much  as I can tonight. So I lower my head and start to
tongue and kiss his erect cock.

As  I  am sucking on his balls and licking his cock, I realize that I am
enjoying  this even more than ever, and I think it must be because now I
want  to  be  His  entirely  and  please  Him in every way possible. And
tasting Him in my mouth and hearing His moans makes my submission to Him
complete because I now know that I have not only allowed Him to dominate
my  mind and body, but I have also fulfilled His sexual desires as well,
and that makes the evening complete.

As  He  finally  comes in my mouth and I swallow every last drop, I feel
completely  fulfilled  and  satisfied to have become His sub tonight and
closer  to  Him  than  I  ever  have  to  another soul. I could not have
imagined  how  much  this  would  strengthen my feelings toward Him, nor
could  I have imagined how much His Complete Control would strengthen my
masochistic  desires.  But  lying  there in His arms, I know that I will
gladly  repeat  tonight's events and will look forward to His increasing
the extremity of His torture and domination of my body and mind.
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Posted on: February 07, 2009
It had been a fantastic day from the outset and I swung by the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area. When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and a big grin.  She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss. Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, she's pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion of this young lady.  Her figure is nice, with large breasts that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with just enough padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is an ash blonde, or "dirty blonde" if you prefer, and her hair falls over her shoulders, giving her a bouncy look. Kay shouted into the apartment to get bruce's attention, dragging me in behind her.  bruce came out of the bedroom, tying his swim trunks on and gave me his standard "hello ugly" greeting.  I grinned, giving him the finger.  bruce, I should note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightly packed muscles.  I wouldn't want to try him, although four years in Uncle Sam's Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about hand to hand I'm not that confident. In any case, we're good friends, and needle each other for fun. Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I was welcome to join them using one of bruce's suits.  I held up the boxer like trunks and looked down.  My knees were missing.  Needless to say, I declined gracefully.  I accompanied them down to the pool and sat on the deck while they dove in and swam about.  bruce splashed at me, trying to get my goat, while Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play "blind man's bluff" in the pool with her.  I must say that watching Kay haul her body out of the water, her big breasts wobbling wetly, is enough to tempt many men. Kay dove into the deep end while bruce and I were chatting near the other end of the pool. bruce rested his head on his arms, relaxed. I was in the middle of a sentence when he grinned broadly.  I thought he'd just had another of his naughty little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind. From behind, and too late. The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all around me, and the world seems upside down.  I clawed my way to the surface, ready to commit murder on the guilty party.  Air!  I sputtered and shook my head, then removed my glasses since they were now more of a hindrance. Squint-ing, I looked up on the deck.  Laughter rang in my ears. From bruce, and Kay of course.  But there was a distinct note too, one like small bells ringing.  barbie!  Sure enough, she was standing on the deck, laughing the hardest. barbie is an attractive brunette that Kay and bruce introduced me to a few years ago.  We enjoyed each other's company, remaining friends, not lovers.  barbie's long hair shook as she laughed, and her hazel eyes sparkled with an impish glee.  barbie is slender, especially next to Kay. Some men might call Kay voluptuous, and barbie skinny.  I prefer to call barbie lithe, graceful, sensual.  She moves like a cat sometimes and that makes her very desirable.  barbie has pert breasts and long tapered legs that actually reach the ground!  I've lost count of the times I'd fanta-sized about those legs wrapped around my ears. I climbed out of the pool, drenched to the skin. barbie remained a discreet distance away, snickering about how well it all worked. bruce too was laughing, saying it was really hard for him not to start laughing as he saw barbie sneaking up.  I began to laugh too, as the last time barbie and I had been together, we were by this same pool when bruce, in mock anger, had started towards me and I backed into barbie, shoving both of us into the pool.  The difference then was that we'd both been wearing suits, not street clothes. Back in K & K's apartment, I dropped my boots in the bathroom, then peeled off my clothes.  bruce handed a towel through the door, and I handed him a mass of dripping fabric.  Kay put them in the dryer, while I tried to figure out how to keep the towel secure around my waist.  Just as I had finished drying and wrapping myself, bruce knocked on the door, saying he was going down to the store and did I need anything? "Yeah." I said, tongue firmly in cheek, "A baseball bat to clobber someone with!" "Gotcha!" bruce said. "Aluminum or wood?" "I think you're in trouble barbie!" Kay's laughing voice came through the door. bruce left and I came out, wearing only a towel and carrying my wallet. I made sure things in the wallet were spread out to dry, then accepted a beer that Kay offered.  I figured sitting down with my towel would be the safest move until my clothes dried. How many of you guys have worn a skirt? That's what a towel is like.  As I started to sit, the towel decided it would sit first.  I grabbed and adjusted it, all to the gaze of Kay and barbie who were both trying not to laugh too hard.  Finally settled on the couch with barbie, I began to relax.  The topic was still how funny I had looked doing an "end-over" into the pool.  Kay was toweling her long hair dry, and still in her not-too-modest bikini. "I really should apologize." barbie began, putting her hand on mine. "But you were too tempting of a target."  The motions she made with her hands said that my butt had been at the right height for either a grope or a push. "Shit." I said. "I'd rather have had the grope."  That got laughs from both of them. "Oh, I don't know." barbie said. "Would you be sitting here naked if I had groped you?" I chuckled nervously. barbie just reminded me of something I was trying to avoid.  Namely that I was damn near naked, alone with two women that I'd love to screw, and one of them kept wiggling her tits at me. "No, I don't think so." I said, then added "at least not SITTING." barbie gave me a playful slap on the shoulder, then smoothed the area when she realized the loud slap might have hurt. It didn't, but her hand conveyed many messages as it soothed my skin.  So did those hazel eyes. "Did you get you new suit?" Kay asked, folding her towel. "Oh, yeah. Wait 'til you see it!" barbie said happily. "Did you bring it with you?" Kay responded. "I'm wearing it underneath." barbie looked at me then. "I wouldn't have minded if you'd pulled me in."  Her grin told me I'd missed my chance for revenge.  Perhaps. "Let's go see it." Kay said, starting for the bedroom. "Wait a minute!" I protested. "If I can sit here near naked, at least you could do is show me how your suit looks too." barbie had stopped, half turned towards me.  She looked at Kay, then smiled.  It was a sexy, pleased, "This-ought-to-be-fun" smile.  Kay came over and sat next to me, a little closer than she needed. I could feel the warmth of her and it excited me. barbie flicked on the radio and after a moment of hunting found a good tune.  She slowly peeled off her top, doing a sort of striptease. I sat back, intending to enjoy the show.  First she removed her blouse, a button at a time. When it came off, the top of her bikini showed her off nicely, the pattern of the suit having neon accents to flatter her modest breasts. Tossing her hair around to keep me from getting a good look at her tits, she started unzipping her shorts, a millimeter at a time.  As they opened, I saw more and more skin, but no sign of a suit.  NOW I was beginning to get aroused! The first hint of bright pink showed up about halfway down her mons. I figured a low-cut or fancy type suit.  barbie spun about, facing away from us. She used her long hair, flipping it behind her again, and arching her head back to let it dangle over her ass.  The shorts went lower, and I saw dayglo pink strings meet, then plunge down the crack of her ass. barbie wiggled her butt to the music, and as she uncovered more and more of her smooth, tan skin, my own body began to react to her.  barbie bent over, her knees locked, deliberately showing off her legs, ass and the outline of her vulva to me as her shorts hit the floor. When she stood up, wearing her thong bikini, I knew how hopelessly inadequate my fantasies had been about her.  barbie had a naturally deep skin tone, but still showed some tan-lines where her more modest suit had once covered.  No creamy white flesh showed, but what did show was a light brown skin, contrasting against her deeper tan.  The effect was delicious! barbie turned around fully, showing off her suit.  Well, what little there was to it.  I shook my head and made a very pleased sound.  Kay said she liked it too.  I glanced at her and saw that she was looking the same place I had been. barbie's crotch. "I could never wear something like that." Kay said. "That bottom is way too low cut for me." barbie looked down and ran her long fingers over her upper mons where the suit showed off her smooth skin. "Well, it took a little shaving to be able to wear it." barbie said softly. "A lot of shaving actually." Kay smiled. "I'll bet. I'd be surprised if you have any hair left." "Oh, I do!" barbie laughed. "Only about this...much..." barbie's voice trailed off when she showed her fingers about one inch apart, then noticed me looking intently at her.  She blushed, then giggled.  Fortunately I was still holding my beer bottle in my lap, just enough to cover the semi-hard erection I had been fighting. Kay looked at me. "You're drooling, and pick your tongue up off the floor!"  She laughed, but barbie only smiled. "Okay." barbie said. "Just what are you thinking?" "Oh! I like the suit." I said. "A lot!" "Uh-huh!" barbie shot back. "What else?" "Really want to know?" I asked her. barbie stepped closer, right by my feet and grabbed the end of the towel. "Spill it buster!" she said with a playful threat. "I was just thinking about you shaving yourself." I said. "And how much fun it would be to finish the job for you." I added quickly. barbie stared at me, still holding the edge of the towel, slightly bent over and giving me a nice view of her cleavage.  "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked.  She seemed a bit surprised by my statement. Perhaps, I worried, I'd been too direct. But I nodded and smiled at the same time. "Call his bluff." Kay said with a grin. "I bet he chickens." "Wrong." I said calmly without taking my eyes from barbie's eyes. That's when I was surprised.  barbie dropped the towel and straddled my legs, sitting on my lap, putting her arms around my neck. "Would you?" She said very softly. "Tenderly." I said. barbie's body seemed to melt all over me, and she leaned forward to kiss me.  We'd kissed in the past, but this was much more intense, since it held the unspoken promise of pleasures yet to be realized.  My hands found her thighs and slid up lightly to her waist.  She seemed to writhe subtly and there was no longer any need to control my arousal. "Hmmm. You guys are gonna need a chaperone." Kay muttered. I was about to decline her services, but barbie spoke first. "Sure." She said. "Join us." bruce who? We went into Kay's bathroom, where she had her razor. After a few minutes of preparation, barbie sat nervously on the edge of the bed. The towel was a bother, but I left it in place. Not for any great reason other than I'm sometimes modest.  Concentrating on what I'd need calmed the hard member and now I knelt by the bed. A towel was underneath barbie's hips, folded several times. She had her feet on the edge of the bed, leaning back and looking down at me.  She tugged on the bikini tie, sloooowly, while watching my reaction. I tried to look bored, but my eyes were glued to the string unravelling. When I did, barbie lifted her hips and I slid down her bottoms, revealing her beautiful pussy. There was only a small patch of hair left, just above her clit. The rest of her pussy had been shaved clean, except for a small bit near her anus.  I looked up and smiled at her. "You're beautiful." I said softly. barbie smiled, adjusting her legs to be comfortable.  Kay looked on while I placed a warm washcloth over barbie's mons.  The pan of water I had was just a bit too warm, so I picked up the scissors, a small pair, and put bandage tape over the sharp tips. "I don't want to nick you, even by accident." I said quietly. barbie nodded. "You'd better not!"  Her smile told me that she was both nervous and serious. To calm her I slid my hand lightly from her knee to mid thigh, pressing her leg outward.  She resisted not at all, baring her pussy to me as though it was natural.  With a few snips, I trimmed what little hair was left down to short stubs.  The washcloth was reapplied while I prepared the soap.  I used bruce's shaving mug and brush (thank you big guy, I'm glad you're old-fashioned!).  Once I had some lather, I brushed it on using my fingers.  barbie tensed, since I slathered the warm, creamy stuff over her mound liberally.  My fingers slid over her skin, caressing and touching her with several intents. Kay's razor is a safety type, and I rinsed it in the water, getting it warm.  Using wet fingers, I removed some of the excess lather from barbie's twat, especially some that had covered her clit. "This might excite you a little." I said.  My finger found her clit, and wet with warm water, I wiped off the slippery soap, tracing the outline to the top of her slit.  barbie's hips move upwards slightly, and her lips parted.  I could see her chest rising faster now too. The first stroke took only a slight bit of hair. I was teasing too, trying to draw out this experience for all of us.  I removed the rest of her hair, working gently over her mons.  With wet fingers and the little bit of remaining soap, I made her mons slippery in search of missed stubble.  I had to touch-up several areas, mostly around the large tendon that joins her thighs to her crotch.  As I did, I could see droplets of water trickle down alongside her cuntlips, and as I was finishing the last little area, a thick trickle of white cream seeped from between her now engorged labia. The warm washcloth again, this time I rubbed her now bare mons. Even here barbie had a light tan skin tone. Beautiful!  Now clean and bare, I removed the washcloth and ran my finger up her slit, coating her clit with her slick juices. "Now, roll over and I'll finish you." I said. barbie hesitated only briefly, then rolled over.  I got her on hands and knees, with her head down.  A soft sigh escaped her lips and I could hear her pussy lips part with a sticky smack.  I think she thought I was going to get her off then, but instead I began to lather around her asshole.  barbie tensed and I held her thigh lightly. "Just a little bit of shaving left." I said. "Then." Adding the last word made her relax.  As my fingers lathered her little hole, I could feel her hips moving in a slow motion.  barbie's ass is tight and firm, and I needed a hand.  I asked Kay to help, and she held barbie's cheeks open without a moment's hesitation.  barbie gasped when she felt Kay's hands on her butt, spreading her wide open. I used the razor, working up her ass, outward from her hole. The small area between her ass and cunt was sensitive. barbie tensed each time I touched her there.  Soon her backside was as bare as her front, and I cleaned her with the washcloth.  I could smell barbie's musk clearly, and even Kay's when she moved right. "Almost done." I said softly, caressing barbie's beautiful ass. I poured some lotion into my hands and then slid the up the backs of her thighs, just below her buttocks. The slippery cream let my hands glide over her taut cheeks easily.  As my hands slithered, I leaned forward and extended my tongue.  Kay was kneeling, looking down at barbie's ass. I looked up at her and smiled, then gently rimmed barbie's ass. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" barbie sighed, trying to raise her butt higher. With slippery hands I ran them around to the front of her thighs, and pulled her back as my tongue slipped down, closer to her entrance. barbie trembled slightly and I teased the sensitive area between her openings, flicking my tongue rapidly. My reward was her soft moan. I shifted my weight and the towel fell away. Just as well, since I really didn't want to wear it any longer.  My tongue found her opening, and the juices that were seeping from her. I shoved my tongue into her, flicking around sensually. I could feel her tension, her waiting. I licked from her opening towards her clit, moving slowly, teasing her as she'd done to me with her striptease.  I stopped just before reaching her clit. I shifted again, this time turning around to lay under barbie's pussy, and tongue her newly shaved mons. I used my hands to massage her slippery ass cheeks, and from the corner of my eye saw Kay's hand under her swim suit, moving rapidly.  barbie's hips were rocking now, trying to force my tongue to touch her clit.  I pushed her back up. "Still. Don't move." I said softly.  barbie held still. My tongue started below her clit, running up her slit until I found her hard bud.  Using just the tip, I flicked over her clit as fast as I could, holding her hips still.  Seconds after I started, I could feel her trying to force her hips down against my arms.  The movements became more and more forceful, and barbie began to rock her whole body. I rocked my head back, sucking on her whole cunt, sucking her clit and cuntlips into my mouth.  At the same time, I let go of her hips and barbie pressed her pussy firmly against my face.  I could feel her spasms, her cunt pulsing against my mouth.  Her slick, creamy cum coated my lips and chin. barbie began chanting "Oh" over and over until she let out a long moan, the pitch changing and trailing off as her orgasm washed over her. I slowly let go of her pussy, letting her labia slide from my lips. barbie's body shook for a moment, then she sighed, deeply. barbie rolled over, laying half across the pillows.  She'd lost the top of her bikini and I could see her dark brown nipples were rigidly hard.  I knelt on the floor again, looking up her long, tan legs at her shaved cunt, slick with my saliva and her cream.  Her small tits were just right for her lithe form, and she had such a pleased smile on her face. Kay was nowhere to be seen. I figured she'd left either to take care of herself, or to give us privacy, even though the bedroom door was open. I stood up, and barbie looked me over.  Her eyes went to my still hard cock and she smiled. "I want you." She said in a sexy voice. "Let me eat you." barbie had me lay on the bed while she knelt on the floor, sucking my cock. I'm not the biggest in the world, but I was big enough that barbie had to work me into her mouth.  barbie seemed to be drooling down my cock, working up and down slowly.  Her tongue was magnificent, pressing firmly against the sensitive underside and flicking the head's ridge backwards. Without warning, barbie began descending on my cock, and kept going until she had all but the last bit of my seven inches in her mouth.  She looked up at me then, those hazel eyes staring brightly at me from her dark looks.  Fire burned in her eyes, a lusty, half-glazed look.  She came up, then immediately took me down again, bobbing her head quickly.  When she began tickling my balls with her nails, I knew I would shoot very quickly. "No." I breathed with great effort. As much as I wanted to cum in her mouth for her, I wanted to be the first to bathe her smooth, hairless little cunt with sperm.  "I want to cum inside you. All over your smooth pussy."  The words came out lustily, and with effort. barbie let go of my cock and practically jumped on top of me. She grabbed my shaft and pressed it to her slit, then sat down quickly. Both of us moaned.  barbie was tight, but she was also sopping wet. It was just heavenly! After a few lusty moments of barbie litterally jamming my cock up her cunt, I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back.  I pulled her hair to one side, to keep it from catching, and she surprised me again. "Yes!" She hissed lustily. "Pull my hair. Pull on it." I grabbed a handfull and pulled her up to kiss me. Our mouths met in incandesent passion, our tongues swirling madly as our loins pressed tightly. I flexed my cock inside her and felt barbie jump. She started to squeeze back, wrapping her legs around me tightly. "screw me. Please. screw me now!" barbie breathed in my ear. We both began slamming against each other.  My lips found one of her hard nipples and sucked hard. She pulled my face to her tits telling me to bite them.  I did, sucking, biting harder until she cried out, thrusting her hips wantonly against me. "You're gonna cum. Oh God! I can feel it! Cum in me baby, cum in me!" barbie said breathlessly.  She was right too. I was about to cum, and it felt like it would be a gusher. "Cum with me." I replied passionately. "Milk me with your cunt. Milk my sperm into your cumming cunt." "Yes! Oh yes!" barbie was arching up against me, my cock driving deep, bumping her cervix several times. It was time.  My cock swelled, becoming rigid as steel. I crammed it into her smokin cunt, shoving hard, driving deep.  My hands pulled her down on me by the shoulders, just as my hips drove upwards.  Her upper lip curled, her climax a moment away. "Fill me with cum!" barbie cried out as my cock banged her cervix. I rammed home and she yelped.  My cock began spewing thick streams of fiery smokin sperm deep into her.  My body was locked in arching orgasm, holding my sperm-spurting cock deep inside her sopped cunt. The massive throbbing of my cock shooting brought barbie off too, and her hips rocked wildly for a second, then arched up, pressing me against the end of her tunnel. We both opened our eyes a moment later, and looked at each other. In her eyes was all I needed to make this complete.  It felt like I was looking deep into her soul, and she into mine.  barbie smiled, and gently closed her eyes, pulling me closer to her. Our blissful state lasted about five minutes.  Kay's moans from the other room brought us back to reality.  bruce had obviously returned and was fucking her in the living room.  barbie smiled at me knowingly, and I began to get hard again, still inside her pussy.  barbie rocked her hips slowly, testing the firmness of my new erection.  I could feel our juices seeping down past my cock, and thus aroused again, I began teasing one of her dark nipples with my tongue. Kay's moans increased in volume, and we could hear bruce's deep voice without hearing what he said.  A sudden sharp moan, then silence.  barbie's cunt spasmed around my cock, and I flexed inside her.  Her legs and arms wrapped around me and we kissed passionately.  We were rocking gently, just stirring our fires when we felt, rather than heard, Kay enter the room. Kay's hair was a tangled mess, and sweat glistened between her large, dangling tits.  Her bush was thick and the hairs below her cunt were wet and splotched with bruce's sperm.  barbie and I looked at her as she stood there unsure if she should proceed. "Did you have fun too?" barbie asked with a laugh. "I sure looks it." Kay looked down at her tits, sweaty and shiny.  "bruce wants me to shave my pussy too." She said excitedly. "And I want you to do it for me." My cock jumped in barbie's cunt, and she looked at me, squeezing me back.  She unfolded her long legs, and we parted.  As my cock slid out of her and I moved, the head trailed across her now bare mons and she shivered. "Oooh, that's nice." She cooed. I reached down and cupped her naked cunt, letting our juices soak my hand. "Here's some lotion for your skin." I said lusitly, spreading our wetness over her naked crotch.  barbie hissed and pushed her cunt back into my hand as I coated her with cum and cunt juice.  When I finished, her mons was glistening and slippery.  I leaned down and bit her left nipple gently, and she looked at me with fire in those cool hazel eyes again. I looked at Kay, who was toying with her own soaked pussy. "Tell bruce to get his butt in here. He's gotta watch so he learns how to take care of your pussy." Moments later bruce was in the room and openly admiring barbie's naked pussy.  bruce's cock began to rise when Kay crawled up on the bed and asked him what he thought of barbie's bare slit. "I love it." bruce said very quietly. barbie smiled and so did Kay. Kay took her position, just as barbie had done. This time, bruce stood behind me and I lectured him about shaving a pussy. Kay had a thick mat of hair over her cunt, and the first thing was trimming it off with scissors. I trimmed all the way back around her asshole too, leaving short, bristle like hairs.  bruce's cock was at full mast, all nine and a half inches of it. barbie kept looking at bruce's cock then down at mine.  I tried to ignore it because it was distracting me. The washcloth, then the lather. I explained to bruce how to use his finger to wipe off her clit, labia and other sensitive areas, and to use his finger to protect them.  Kay's legs were flung wide, high in the air, with barbie holding her right leg.  Using my fingers I kept her skin taut, and shaved either side of her engorged cuntlips.  I pulled on them, and Kay's breathing was heavy. "If you keep creaming all over like that," I said, "I'm going to have to wash you all over again." "Ohhh, I ...can't help it." Kay said in a husky voice. "I'm so...so close!" Instead of finishing her off, I sat back and let her calm down. barbie smiled and said that next time she would like Kay to hold her legs.  Kay just smiled back, and I had bruce move over and hold the other leg. This time I moved a little faster, and once over her mons, began to remove her hair with smaller strokes.  Kay's chest and face were pink with an excited flush.  Her pussy revealed itself to have a nice curvy shape, with her clit peeking out between her folds.  I rinsed the razor and used the washcloth, removing the soap.  Kay was pushing her cunt against my hand, and her nipples were almost half and inch long. "Roll over." I said. Kay did, easily and quickly, thrusting her ass into the air. She put her head down, her tits pressed against the bed.  bruce and barbie pulled her cheeks apart, and I shaved around her asshole and the area between her ass and cunt.  I could see thick cream oozing from her slit, trickling down towards her clit.  When I had finished, I poured some of the lotion into bruce's hands and told him to caress her ass. barbie smiled when my hand cupped Kay's twat.  She knew what I was going to do. "Cum in my hand." I told Kay. "Make my hand wet." I rubbed her clit and Kay did cum, rocking her pussy against my hand and soaking it with her juices mixed with the remainder of bruce's sperm. As she rocked, I spread the slippery stuff all over her newlys shaved twat, all the way up to her asshole.  bruce was massaging her ass, spreading the creamy lotion all around.  Kay's crotch and ass glistened, and it was impossible to tell where the lotion began or their juices stopped. Kay kept shoving her cunt back onto my hand and I worked my thumb inside her. "Ohhh, I'm cummmmminnnngg!" Kay announced with a wavering moan. She clutched at barbie's knee, Kay's body tensing and shuddering.  I looked at bruce and he was smiling at her display of orgasmic pleasure. "screw her now." I told bruce.  He didn't need to be told twice. bruce and I move, and he filled Kay's sopping cunt with his thick cock, sliding deep into her with a single thrust.  Kay kept cumming, rocking her ass up and down on bruce's motionless body. I moved next to barbie, and I was spellbound as she took my soaked hand and raised it to her mouth.  Her tongue extended, she licked my palm, tasting Kay's cream and any of bruce's sperm still mixed with it. I watched her tongue the slippery juices off, then she pressed my hand to her right breast.  I cupped her tit and pinched her nipple hard. "screw me too." barbie said softly. We moved and I let barbie sit on me. I had my legs on either side of Kay, her face inches from my cock. barbie sat down, spreading her cunt on my stiff prick.  Kay watched my cock enter her friend up close, and I felt her hand rubbing barbie's bare cunt. "Ohh, you're so beautiful!" Kay moaned. "screw her. screw her hard." bruce was still pumping Kay's cunt and watching us over Kay's back. barbie began to rock her hips, rising up and down on my shaft.  I felt Kay's fingers fondling my hanging balls, then a moment later her smokin breath and tongue.  Kay licked around my balls for a few moments then she put her hand between barbie's ass and me, holding her still. Kay's tongue traced up my cock, and then barbie let out a deep, gutteral groan. bruce began thrusting harder into Kay's dripping snatch, forcing her face against barbie's bare slit. My hips rocked now, and barbie's pussy was getting even wetter than before.  I ground my loins to her ass, and barbie sat down, pressing her full weight on me. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, and she leaned back, laying down on me.  I cupped her tits, pulling her nipples and rolling them back and forth. barbie's stomach heaved as her ass clenched. Her cunt gripped me like a vise, and then her legs wrapped around Kay's head. "Ohhhhhh Gawwwwwwwwwddddd!!" barbie practically screamed. I could hear Kay moaning too, and feel her shaking her head.  bruce's thrusts were getting harder, and he finally groaned, shoving Kay's face tight against barbie's cock-filled cunt.  bruce groaned and Kay moaned in pleasure. barbie was still climaxing, and her words came out between sharp breaths. "Fill...me...up. Fill...me..with...cum. Fill...my...cunt...with...with cummm." Her spasming, shuddering body was milking my cock, and I was close too. But most of my cock was outside her, only the head and a little more still gripped in her.  Kay lapped up and down my cock, then sucked at the base, tickling my balls.  I groaned deeply.  So close. So very close! My hips rocked, shoving my cock into barbie then withdrawing, coated with her slippery cunt juice.  Kay kept licking and lapping, and I pumped again. Then again.  Surge...I rammed my cock as deep as I could, spurting just as I was fully in her. barbie gasped, and as I rocked my hips for another thrust, Kay pulled me out of barbie's slippery twat. Cum kept spurting, and I could feel the thick streams shooting out with great force.  barbie's hips rose off of me, and I felt my cock head pressed against her slit, Kay's hand pumping my jism out. barbie's body began shaking uncontrollably.  Kay let go of me, and my cock hit my stomach with a wet splat. barbie's ass pressed it against me. barbie was shaking and writhing on top of me, and Kay was lapping my sperm from barbie's bare cuntlips.  barbie twisted and arched against me, my hands again on her tits, pulling her nipples.  She was having one orgasm after another, with Kay's tongue slurping her drenched cunt. When we were finally exhausted, barbie slid off to my side, her ass still on my crotch.  We kissed, and she was still full of passion, but more subdued.  Again our intimacy was interrupted by Kay's moans.  We both looked and Kay had pushed herself up on her hands.  bruce was pumping again, holding her hips.  Kay's face glistened with barbie's cum, mixed with mine. Her tits hung down, almost touching the rumpled covers, swaying with bruce's thrusts. bruce pumped for a few minutes, then withdrew, joining us on the bed and jerking his cock towards Kay's open mouth. "Soak her tits." I muttered, thinking of her big, floppy tits.  Kay sat up, cupping her breasts.  bruce jerked furiously, and barbie sat up, leaning over and licking one of Kay's nipples. "Cum all over the place." barbie said. "Cum on her big tits. Soak 'em down." bruce erupted with a long deep moan. Sperm splashed high on Kay's chest and then another spurt landed on top of her right tit, spraying barbie's face too.  bruce spurted a few more times, making a thick pool of jism form between Kay's clenched tits.  I watched barbie lap up the thick pool of cum and then grab Kay's head and kiss her deeply. When barbie sat down again, her small tits showed little globs of bruce's sperm from being pressed against Kay's tits. Both women licked their lips and then toyed with their newly shaven cunts. I was drained, yet, I was also still in an erotic mood. The four of us relaxed and I phoned an order for a pizza. We were still in bed when the buzzer rang.  I put on my pants, now dry, and let the pizza boy come up.  When he knocked on the door, I paid him, taking the warm pizza box. Kay walked by, taking the pizza into the kitchen. She did so proudly wearing only a smile.  The young pizza boy's eyes almost popped out, and his jaw dropped when barbie walked by, likewise naked.  I thanked him and closed the door, wishing I'd had a camera.  His face was priceless! bruce joined the girls in the kitchen, and barbie brought me several slices. She sat on my lap while we ate, not letting me get out of my jeans so I was half dressed, accenting everyone's nudity. We finished our pizza, and watched some adult videos bruce and Kay had. barbie asked Kay how bruce's big cock felt and Kay told her to find out for herself.  barbie looked at me and I winked.  I had nothing to loose really. We swapped partners, and bruce fucked barbie's tight cunt while she sat on his lap.  Kay and I watched before joining the fun. This time Kay ate barbie and licked bruce's cock and balls while I fucked her from behind. We were moving slower now, a bit tired, tummies full, and only a little less lusty. I pulled out of Kay's dripping wet cunt and fed barbie my slick cock. She sucked it greedily for a short time, having to stop in order to breathe.  Kay was lapping barbie's clit and barbie's eyes were half-lidded as she neared orgasm. I stroked myself and pressed the head against barbie's soft little tit. "Mmm, cum all over me." barbie said.  "Shoot it all over me." Kay sat up and grabbed my cock, jerking me against barbie's tit. "I know what she wants." Kay said. "She wants your smokin cum all over her." Kay jerked and bruce thrust, and soon barbie was moaning too. bruce slammed into her faster and faster, making barbie's jaw go slack. I was standing, looking down on the scene, and got an idea. "Push your tits against her cunt." I told Kay, which she did. "Pull out and cum all over barbie's naked cunt.  I want to see Kay rub her tits in barbie's sperm soaked cunt." "I'm gonna soak both of 'em in jism!" bruce said harshly. "Cum all over these smokin bitches!" bruce groaned, spurting into barbie's slippery cunt, then pulling out to spurt all over Kay's tits.  With his cock spurting white cum into Kay's cleavage and onto her jiggling tits, barbie rocked her cunt forward, spreading the jism around with a wet, squishing noise.  I started to cum too, announcing it. "Here it comes!" I said, Kay's hand pressing my cock against barbie's cheek.  barbie turned and opened her mouth.  The first spurt soaked her lips, dripping down off her chin and onto Kay's tits. barbie's mouth closed around me and I felt her tongue coaxing my sperm into her mouth. It felt like she was sucking it straight from my balls.  She finally let go, then smiled, letting a little dribble out between her lips.  Kay pulled her down and kissed her. As day turned into night, we showered and sat around naked. barbie and I cuddled a lot, and my hands kept straying to her shaved pussy, often finding her own hand there.  Our touching was more sensual now, softer, gentler.  Our friends left us alone, sensing our needs.  We kissed for a long time, and then we used the floor, making love in slow, tender, erotic style. "It's been a long day." barbie said. "What did you like the best?" barbie asked her question while laying on top of me, my softening cock still deep inside her.  I ran my hand from her ass up her back, then hugged her. "Being alone with you was the best." I said. barbie kissed me with deep passion, pressing her body tightly to mine. I could feel her pussy squeeze me inside her. "Hmmm, do you make house calls?  My pussy is going to need LOTS of attention now." I smiled and hugged her, kissing her briefly. "House calls are my specialty." I said. "And thank you for pushing me into the pool." She giggled, then put her head on my chest before we fell asleep.
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Posted on: November 09, 2008

M/F

Ted was tooling down the interstate when he saw the girl running as though
her life depended on it. Ted hit the brakes hard, stopped near the girl and
opened the passenger side door for her. She jumped into the car and shut the
door hard.
"Let's get out of here quick" she said.

Ted pushed the accelerator, spun the tires taking off and swung back onto
the interstate. "You look like you saw a ghost. What happened back there?"
inquired Ted.

"My boyfriend was drunk and got mad at me for not letting him have sex with
me" replied the girl.

Ted looked at the girl. She was a tall good looking blonde with a meduim
build. Her blouse was torn so Ted could see enough of her tits to know that
while they weren't big they definately were large enough to have some fun
with. The girl was sitting huddled with her knees drawn up on the car seat.
Since she had on a short straight skirt Ted was able to catch glimses of her
lacy white panties as she shuffled about trying to get comfortable. Ted had
to keep his attention on the road for a bit while he maneuvered through a
heavy slow moving group of vehicles. After he got ahead of the pack he
glanced back over at the girl. She was dozing and had slid down in the seat
a bit. Her legs gaped a bit further apart giving Ted an unobstructed view of
her white lacy panties. He could see the dark patch of her pubic hair
through the thin fabric. Ted settled down to driving stealing an occassional
peek at the girl trying to imagine what sex with her would be like. The girl
shifted in her seat and laid down. Her head was on the seat next to Ted and
her legs were propped up by the window. Her dress fell down around her
midrift totally exposing her panties. From this angle Ted could also look
right down her loose top. The girl didn't have a bra on so Ted could see
most of her tits which while not large were perfect cone shape tits topped
with nipples that poked straight out at the confining thin material of her
top.

Ted wondered what the girl would say if she knew what he was seeing and
thinking. At that moment the girl shifted once again in the car seat. She
turned onto her side and put her right arm above her head, resting her hand
on Ted's lap. As Ted drove he realized the girl was sort of cupping his
manhood without putting any pressure on him. He couldn't tell if she was
aware of what she was doing or not but the sensation in his balls was great.
He felt her fingers moving - carressing his balls and the shaft of his dick.
Surely she wasn't doing this in her sleep. Ted decided he was going to find
out for sure. He put his right hand down inside the girl's top and cupped
her right tit.

The girl loosened Ted's belt and zipper. She reached inside his pants and
started playing with his dick. "Have you ever had a blow job going down the
interstate?" she asked.

"No but I bet it would be fun" replied Ted.

"Let me show you just how good it can be" said the girl as she pulled Ted's
pants down. She turned over so she could get better access. She took Ted's
dick out and pulled his foreskin back with two fingers. She lightly traced
her fingernails over the glan area causing Ted to become quickly aroused and
very hard. Then she leaned down and started licking his dick. She had his
dick stretched up so she could lick up and down the entire dick including
his balls. She took one of his balls in her mouth and rolled it around for a
moment. While she was doing that her hand was busy squeezing the head of his
dick. She then took his dick in her mouth and slowly moved her mouth down
over it until Ted's dick was completely engulfed. Ted figured he must be
tickling her tonsils by this point. The girl slowly moved her mouth up and
down and by putting pressure on Ted's dick between the roof of her mouth and
her tongue pushing upwards was quickly bringing him to the bursting point.
Now she began milking his dick with her hands as she moved back and forth
with her mouth. Ted felt his cum starting to build in the base of his dick.
The girl sensed it to and quickened her pace. When Ted shot his load it hit
the back of her throat. She shut her mouth tight so she wouldn't loose any
and milked Ted's dick dry.

"Like that?" inquired the girl.

"That was fantastic" replied Ted. "I usually get a motel before midnight
when I take this trip. Would that bother you?"

"I'm glad you asked as I sure need a shower and to get that big cock inside
my aching pussy. responded the girl.

At the next motel sign Ted got off the interstate and checked in. "Let's
take a shower together suggested the girl" as she started to take off her
dress. Ted came up and put his arms around her. One hand was on her pussy
and the other on her tits. He stuck his hand inside her panties and rubbed
the slit of her pussy. It was damp from her previous excitement. He slid his
finger along the crack. She slipped out of his grasp and disrobed on the way
to the shower. As Ted was taking his clothes off he heard the shower going
full blast. The shower was a large stand up shower with room for both of
them. He stepped inside the shower and closed the door. The girl had a bar
of soap which she was lathering up. She took started washing Ted's back and
finished up by washing his dick with both hands. Ted took a wash cloth and
proceeded to wash the girl with it. The other hand was also busy running
over her body. He ran his hand up between her legs and washed her pussy.
Then he washed her tits with both hands. After they got done they dried off
with a towel and headed for the bed. Once they were out in the the light of
the bedrrom Ted took a good look at the girl. He looked her over from her
head down past her perfect shaped tits to the soft down of her pubic area
and the her long slim legs.

The girl laid down on the bed and beckoned Ted to join her. Her got on the
bed on his knees and started to kiss her legs. He slowly worked his way up
first one leg and then the other. Finally he reached her pubic area. He
barely danced his tongue across it and proceeded up to her tits which he
paid a lot of attention to. He kissed both of them and one by one he took
each nipple in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue and lips. He
then started back down to her pussy which he traced with his tongue. The
girl was enjoying every minute of it. Ted parted the lips of her pussy with
his fingers and stuck his tongue in it. As he increased the speed of his
tongue sliding in and out of the girl her juices started to boil over.
Suddenly she exploded with her first orgasm. "Fuck me now" she demanded. Ted
slid up on the bed. He put the tip of his dick on the entrance to her love
canal. "Stick it in me". Ted buried his dick in her cunt with one swift
plunge. The girl wrapped her legs around Ted's waist and he began to slowly
pump his dick in and out of the girl's pussy. The girl increased the rythem
with legs to make him go faster. She also had amazing control of the muscles
in her pussy. Ted felt her muscles contract around his dick each time he was
on the backstroke as though to keep him from going to far. The feeling of
her pussy wrapped around his dick was incredible. By now Ted was slamming
her cunt hard pumping his dick in and out. She had a climax which released
Ted's cum load. When the first stream hit the girl's cervix it sent her into
a gigantic climax. Afterwards they relaxed on the bed for a while. Then they
got up and took another shower and went to bed.

The next morning when Ted woke up it took him a moment to figure out what
was wrong. The girl was gone. He got up and found a note on the table. All
it said was "Thanks for the lift" and was signed Karen. That was when Ted
realized for the first time he hadn't even know her name until now. He
smiled with the memory of the previous night as they had fucked again during
the night. Thank you Karen, he thought.


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Posted on: November 09, 2008

M/F

I own a video store and I'm the one who hires and fires people. I'm usually
the one who opens and closes the store every day, as well. I had the good
fortune to have a gorgeous young college student come in looking for a part
time job. She had long auburn hair, wore very little makeup, and had the
perkiest tits I had ever seen. I probably would have hired here even if she
couldn't read, write or speak.

Her name was Jill and she asked me to give her as many hours as I could,
because she really needed the money. I had her working nearly every night
and I enjoyed her company more than I can tell you. Not only was she
beautiful, but it turned out that she was very intelligent and funny too.

One day, we got a shipment of new porn videos in and they all to be
cataloged and labeled, so I asked her if she wanted to work late to get it
done after closing. She said yes and within a few hours we were busy getting
them out on the shelves. To my amazement, Jill said she had seen several of
the videos. "Really?" I said. She then said that her old boyfriend was a
porn freak and that he couldn't get it up without first watching porn. This
made me think that she was probably pretty experienced sexually, and
possibly sexually frustrated since I knew she no longer had a boyfriend.
Just thinking about that made my cock start to stiffen. I could see that she
noticed.

She said "why don't you put one of those pornos in?" I said ok and asked if
she had any particular kind she wanted to watch. She said "anything anal is
good." Oh my God, a beautiful young girl that likes anal sex, I couldn't
believe it. I hadn't assfucked a woman in ages. I could only dream that this
was actually going to lead to me assfucking her, but a guy can dream right?

This particular porno wasn't one of those with several scenes of people just
fucking nonstop, it had one couple and it went all the way through foreplay
and finally worked up to guy lubing up his cock and fucking her ass. We were
both watching pretty intently by this time. When the scene finally ended,
Jill said "that really made me horny." Sort of speechless, I said "yeah, me
too." Of course, that was pretty obvious by the way my cock was bulging in
my pants. She then said "if we fucked, would it compromise my job?" "Oh no,
not at all" I told her, "we could do it and then pretend it never happened."
"Good," she said, "because I really want you to fuck my ass."

I told her I would like to lick her pussy for while first, if that was
alright with her, and she said, "absolutely." First, I gave her a long kiss.
She was very passionate, sucking my tongue and biting my lower lip. She had
on a pair of jean overalls and a tshirt, but those came off quickly. She
stripped naked and hopped up onto the counter top. First, I had to suck
those nipples, her tits were so beautiful and firm. She moaned while I
lavished them with attention, and then said "please, lick my pussy."

Well, her pussy was already dripping wet, that porno obviously got her
going. As I licked up her juicy pussy, it just kept getting juicier. Her
pussy juice was running down the crack of her ass and I took a finger and
massaged her asshole. She loved this and kept saying "yeah, just like that,
yeah." She could only take so much of this and then she said "now I'm going
to suck your cock and then I want you to fuck me." A girl in charge, I liked
that!

She unzipped me and pushed my pants and underwear down all at once, as my
hard 8 inches popped right up in her face. "Wow, what a beautiful cock you
have" she said, which was quite a compliment coming from a beauty like her.
This girl was an experienced cock sucker, she worked my cock like it had
never been worked before. Sucking, stroking, licking, nibbling, kissing it
until I couldn't take it anymore. I cried out "I'm gonna cum," with a
disappointed tone in my voice, because I thought she'd be disappointed.

On the contrary, she started stroking my cock like a woman possessed,
pointing my exploding cock right at her face and mouth. I hadn't cum in
quite awhile, not to mention that I was extremely turned on, so it has a
huge load I shot. She had cum dripping off her chin and two big streams of
cum on her tongue. She looked up at me, swallowed the cum in her mouth, and
licked my cock, stroking it and sucking it lovingly, to keep me hard. Once I
was back to being fully hard, she looked up at me, my cum still coating her
chin, and said "please fuck me in the ass now!"

I had a tub of vaseline in the bathroom, so I got it and let her do the
honor of lubing up my cock. Not only did she lube it up nicely, she kept
stroking it, which felt like heaven with that vaseline all over her hand and
my cock. Then she turned around, leaned over the counter, and said "give it
to me." She didn't need to tell me twice, I stepped right up and slowly slid
my big cock about halfway into her tight asshole. She seemed to savor the
feeling for a moment, then started moving back and forth on my shaft,
moaning and saying "oh yeah, yeah, good."

Soon, she said she wanted it faster and I was glad to oblige, pumping and
grinding her with everything I had. Then, she suddenly said "ok, now slow,
I'll cum really hard if you pump me slow." It was hard to go slow because I
was about ready to blow my load again, too, but I slowed down and just eased
my cock very slowly in and out, pulling it nearly out before sliding it back
in. Soon she was jerking and cumming for what seemed like a good long time
and that put me right over the edge. I pulled my cock out and sprayed more
thick cum on her back and ass, smearing it with my rod after it had all
drained out. Unbelieveable was all I could think about! Wow!

Jill worked for me until she graduated from college. We would fuck regularly
whenever she didn't have a steady boyfriend, which wasn't nearly often
enough!


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Posted on: October 16, 2008

Angela is quite a daring housewife that lives down the street, and whenever she can, it seems like she really gets off flashing her tits, and always acts like it was an accident. Yeah right Angela, you think all the neighbors are that naive. Well one night I was walking my dog and was just in front of Angela's house when I noticed her standing on the side of her house putting some trash into her garbage can and damned if she was just wearing a see thru robe with a pair of thongs underneath. I immediately looked quickly to the drive way and sure enough Jim her husband must still be at work, because his car wasn't in the driveway. At the same moment I turned my eyes back towards Angela, she was turning around and immediately saw me looking at her. She gave out a big smile and grabbed her open robe to pull it closed quickly and then quietly said Hello. She started to walk back towards the front door and asked if I liked what I had seen. Without thinking I said, Sure I Did. She stopped and turned towards me and asked if I wanted to come in and have a beer. I started to turn the offer down but without thinking I said Sure and started up her walkway with the dog. She told me to tie the dog leash to her porch railing and come on in. I quickly wrapped the leash and headed in still not able to take my eyes off her hot body showing through her robe. Angela had a great ass and the sight of her in those red thongs was starting to make my cock jump inside my jeans. When she turned around and smiled I couldn't believe the size of her bare breasts hanging freely inside her robe, and they were all natural and plump. She knew damn well what she was doing to me.
I asked where Jim was, and she said he had a meeting in San Diego and wouldn't be home for a couple days. She walked in the kitchen and came out carrying a beer and slowly glided over to me swishing and swaying as she walked. Her amazing boobs moved side to side a little as she walked and when she was just about to hand the beer to me I reached out my hand and she moved to the right just enough so my hand brushed up against her breast instead of the beer. She smiled and pushed herself up against me still holding the beer and whispered, if I give you this beer, what are you going to do for me. I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed the beer from her and sat it on the coffee table and quickly reached back and grabbed her by the shoulders and started squeezing her big tits through her robe. Angela smiled and gave out a low moan and told me to squeeze her tits harder. She was getting more excited as I squeezed and squeezed. I grabbed the robe and tore it off her body leaving her standing their in front of me wearing only her sexy red thongs. I took one of her big erect nipples in my mouth and started sucking and fondling it, Angela really started getting hot now. It took a couple more seconds of sucking on her tit and she reached down to stroke my groin through my jeans and she could tell I was rock hard now. She smiled and said that's what she needed right now. She dropped to her knees right in front of me and unzipped my jeans and quickly took my hard cock and stuffed it into her mouth. She was sucking my cock in and out of her mouth and began fondling my balls and all you could hear was the sounds of slurping as she sucked harder and harder. It didn't take long before I told her I was going to cum, but that didn't stop this horny housewife. I felt my balls tighten and I started cumming in gushes and she was swallowing it all. All you could hear was this babe just slurping away on my cock. As my cock went limp she finally took it out of her mouth and licked her lips and just smiled at me. She stood up slowly and grabbed the beer off the coffee table and took a big swig and then told me, I might want to come around more often when I don't see Jim's car in driveway. All I could tell her on the way out to get my dog was,  I sure will...... Vist Scoreland For Big Fucking Tits


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