Gct Bahrain

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I have always been somewhat of a flirt when it comes to women. I enjoy hearing them laugh and like to see their reaction when I tell a joke that they like. I am a friendly sort at work and get along with my co-workers, especially the female ones.
There was one girl that I was particularly taken with and her name was Karen. She was pretty with a great smile and a wonderful laugh. We seemed to hit it off immediately and became friends. I decided to take the friendship a step further and ask her out which she agreed. We set the date for the following Friday.
I picked Karen up at her apartment and I drove to a nice Italian restaurant. She was dressed in a nice sun dress that showed off her nice body. As we drove to the restaurant, we made casual conversation but I did notice that her nipples were hard. Over the course of dinner, we had two bottles of wine and both Karen and I felt more comfortable with each other. The topic of sex came up and Karen asked what I liked during sex.
“Well, I like to talk people through orgasms. It doesn’t matter who, either male or female.” I said.
After I said it I realized that I had let something slip that I had not told anyone. I looked to Karen to see how she would react. She looked a little confused at first and then a small smile appeared on her face.
“Really? Have you done it on the phone? Have you done it in person?” she said obviously excited.
“Yes to all three.” I said
“How do you go about it?” she asked.
I told her that I have met people on the internet and they like to have me talk them through their orgasms. I told her that the people have toys like dildos and butt plugs that they use. I decided to tell her all since I had let my little secret out to see what would happen. I liked Karen and was thinking that this could go somewhere.
Karen thought about this for a minute and finally said, “Sam. We have gotten to be friends but since you told me this little secret I was initially a little confused. It seems a little out of character but thinking about it for a minute, I have to tell you that I am somewhat excited.”
“What excites you about it?” I asked?
“The whole process.” She said.
“Are you interested enough to try it yourself?” I asked.
She squirmed in her set for a second and said, “Let’s go to my apartment.”
I could not pay the check fast enough. We walked out to the car with my arm around her and I helped her into the car. I got into the drivers side, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I looked over to Karen and she smiled seductively back. I noticed that the hem of her dress was up around her knees.
“What are you thinking right now?” Karen asked.
“I am thinking that you are a very attractive women and that I would like to see much more of you.”
She smiled when she heard this and reached down and pulled her dress high up her legs to mid-thigh.
“Why not pull it up to your waist and show me your thighs?” I said.
She did as I asked and I could see that she was wearing very sheer panties that left little to my imagination. It was hard to concentrate on the road but I thought we could get this started in the car.
“Pinch your nipple for me and caress your lovely breast.”
She did as I asked and closed her eyes, enjoying what she was doing. She moved her fingers around her nipple and pinched her nipple and pulled it away from her body. A little moan left her mouth.
“Take your other hand and run it down your stomach and down the front of your panties.”
She did as I asked .
“Feel how wet you are. Take a finger and dip it into your pussy for me and continue to pull and pinch your nipple.”
Karen started to get into this as her breathing increased. I wanted to see if she could get her off in the car with just me talking to her.
“Karen, do you like what you are doing?”
“Yes”
“Would you like to go further?”
“Yes”
“OK. I want you to work first one and then a second finger into your nice, wet pussy.”
Her fingers were going in and out of her pussy with an audible slurry sound. She had also taken her other hand and worked it down the front of her dress and was caressing first her left and then her right breast. It was difficult to drive and talk but I was determined to have her finish what we had started.
“Work them together. In and out. Pull your nipples speed up your thrusts into your pussy. Do it. Work them in and out. Now finger your clit. Do it. Send yourself over the edge. Make yourself cum for me now. Do it now!”
With that, Karen had her fingers working her pussy quickly. Her legs tightened around her hand and her breathing came in quick short gasps. She let out one last moan and her body went taught and then started to jerk in small spasms. Her eyes were closed and she made a final thrust with her hand letting out a loud grunt. Her breathing was quick and she let one more moan escape from her lips.
She removed her hand from her breasts and pulled her hand out of her panties.
“Lick your fingers and taste yourself”
She took her fingers and sucked her juices from them. Seeming to savior the taste.
“How did you enjoy it?” I asked.
“It was amazing. I never thought I would do something like that but now that I have done it, I would definitely do it again.”
“Do you have some toys at home?” I asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“What kinds?” I asked
Karen seemed to be a little embarrassed but decided to tell me. “I have a vibrator and a butt plug”
“Very nice. How would you like to continue this when we get back to your apartment?”
“That would be wonderful” she said
“We are only five minutes away…”
To be Continued…

John was a construction foreman. After work on Friday he decided to try a new lounge, so stopped by the Owl and Cat. He entered in his work clothes, jeans, boots and a blue twill shirt, and looked around the lounge. He saw several people already there; the men in suits or Polo shirts and Dockers pants, the women were in pleated skirts or pants suits. He felt good and walked over to the bar and sat down. John knew these people, for he used to be one. Working in an office pushing numbers and high-pressure meetings all day, then off the local for a beer and more talk of work. He smiled to himself and ordered a beer.
He was looking around as he sipped his beer and ordered a snack to eat. The bartender looked at him for a second and left to place his order. He placed the beer to his lips as the door opened. Five people walked into the lounge and looked around, not even noticing him, they moved to a table and all sat down. They were laughing and called over the waitress. He watched as they all looked to the woman at the back of the table and directly in line with him. “The boss lady,” he thought to himself. She ordered first and then the others ordered in turn, in what appeared to him to be the pecking order in the office. The waitress smiled and left to get their orders.
The waitress station was right next to where John was sitting and the waitress eyed him as she set her tray on the bar and called out the orders. He looked at her, turning his side to the table and smiled at her. She looked at him and smiled back. “Regulars?” John asked. “Every Friday afternoon,” she replied and looked at the bartender as he put her order on her tray. John just took a sip of his beer and looked back at the table. “What’s her name?” he asked as he turned towards the waitress. She smiled slightly and thought to herself, “another one likes the looks of the ice queen,” and replied “Susan.”
The boss lady was looking right at him. He lifted his beer slightly, as he looked back and smiled. The boss lady looked back at him with a strange look in her eye but did not waiver. John put the bottle to his lips and took a sip, without moving his eyes from hers. He saw her stiffen, a little, then turned her eyes to the man sitting next to her and then her head. He continued to watch the boss lady and a few seconds passed before he saw her eyes look over in his direction again. He had not moved and she looked, moved her eyes away, then immediately looked back at him again. He still had moved and as she looked at him, more directly this time, he placed the bottle to his mouth and took another sip. When she was looking directly into his eyes, he smiled at her and only then did he turn his head to face the bar.
The waitress came up to her station and John looked over at her. “Have you worked her long,” he looked at her name tag and continued, “Kathy?” She looked back at him and said “Almost two years. You know my name what is yours?” “John,” he said. “Are the tips good or are all just full of themselves?” Kathy smiled and said, “most of the time I do ok, when they make a big sale or land a project.” He laughed lightly and said, “Things never change.” Kathy was not sure why, but she immediately liked him. He ordered another beer as the bartender finished filling Susan’s order. He was purposely not looking back at the table in the corner.
His beer came and he took a sip, as he set the bottle on the bar, he looked at the corner table. The boss lady was looking right at him, when his eyes met hers; she turned away, but glanced back a second later to see if he was still looking. He smiled to himself and turned back to the bar, completely ignoring her glance. He picked up his beer and walked to the end of the bar and sat back down. This position gave him an unobstructed view of the boss lady and the TV at the other end of the bar. He looked at the TV for a few minutes then directly at Susan. She was talking to the man on her right, as if she was holding court and as she moved her eyes to the man on her left, her eyes saw him looking and she stopped talking for a moment. The man to her left spoke to her a couple of times before she noticed him and pulled her eyes away from John’s.
John watched Susan, as she looked at him then away, then back at him again. He sipped his beer as he watched her rise from the booth and walk towards the back of the bar and towards the bathrooms. John moved off his chair and walked slowly in that direction and saw her enter the restroom. He stopped in front of the restroom and pushed the door open, moving inside.
The inside was bright and occupied by the boss lady and him. He quietly moved to the last stall and waited for her to finish. The door opened and she looked directly into his chest. She immediately sucked in her breath and tried to look stern, and said, “What do you want?” John just stared into her eyes. She was not used to being ignored when she asked a question and asked again, “ Would you move. I want to leave.”
John continued to look at her as he moved towards her and made her move back into the stall. The rear of her stocking covered calves hit the stool and she sat down. John continued forward until he was right in front of her. He looked down into her eyes, but now hers were staring at the budge in the front of John’s pants. She watched as John moved his hands to his zipper and lowered it. She about to say something as John pulled his cock from his pants and started to stroke it back and forth, right in front of her face. She watched it grow and felt herself become moist and her breasts felt restrained in her bra.
She felt John’s hand on the top of her head and followed as it pulled her head forward towards his cock. The head touched her lips and she opened her mouth to allow the cock to enter. She sucked the head and could taste the precum. She moved her tongue around John’s cock as he moved forward to straddle her legs and place both hands on her head. He was in control as he held her head in his large callused hands and started to move his hips back and forth.
She was excited as this unknown man stated to use, no fuck, her mouth. John smiled down at her as he moved more of his cock into her mouth. Holding her head tightly he moved his hips back and forth and set into a steady rhythm of fucking her face. He moaned as she took more of his cock. His rhythm increased as she sucked his cock. “That’s right, Susan” John said, “show me what a great cock sucker you are.” The words hit her ears and shocked her. Never in her life has she been called a cock sucker. She tried to pull away from his cock, but he held her head tight and increased the movement of his hips.
She was no stranger to sucking a hard cock, but it had always been on her terms, a reward for the man that was good at pleasing her. Never in her life had she been made to suck a cock and called names. It was something she never allowed to happen. She was the boss and always in charge, but here she was with her mouth full of a hard cock and being used like a common whore. She never knew she could be this aroused. Her pussy was soaking as this brute of a man was fucking her mouth. She could not get enough of his cock in her mouth and moved her hands up to grab his ass.
John felt her hands on his ass and pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped her. Not hard but hard enough to make her understand that he was in charge. She looked up into his lust filled eyes and dropped her arms to her side. John smiled and pulled her mouth back onto his cock. He began to fuck her mouth faster and harder, pushing deeper into her oral cavity and into her throat, a place that until now had never had a cock enter. Susan suppressed a gag as John pushed his cock deeper into her throat; her nose nestled in his cock hair. He pulled his cock out of her throat until just the head was between her lips, then slid forward and into her throat again.
As the cock slid into her throat the second time, Susan came. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and throat as she felt her pussy spasm over and over. John could tell she was cumming and fucked her mouth faster. Fucking her mouth and throat over and over. “Cum for me Susan,” John said as he assaulted her mouth over and over. Susan was too far-gone to notice his balls tighten as he pushed his cock deep into her throat and moaned he was cumming.
Susan had sucked a cock now and again but never allowed a man to cum in her mouth. She would always pull away and jack them to finish. Her again was this man shooting his cum into her throat. He pulled his cock out a little as he continued to cum. “Swallow it Susan. Swallow my cream.” John moaned as he continued to cum in Susan mouth. She sucked and swallowed the cream entering her mouth by the spurts. Never in her life had she been this turned on and she sucked and swallowed the sweet cream as fast as she could. She did not want to loose a drop.
Finally, John stopped cumming in her mouth. She continued to suck the lovely cock in her mouth, milking every drop from its head. She sucked his cock clean and was still trying to suck it when he pulled it from her mouth. She raised her head up to look into his eyes. John smiled down at her and she felt a warm feeling fill her body. John put his cock back into his pants and said, “Susan, you are one fine cock sucker and I can not wait to fuck your pussy, but alas that will be another time.” He patted her on the head and smiling, turned and walked out of the restroom.
Susan could not believe what had just happened. This man had used her as a slut and she loved it. She was not at all used to that feeling and she sat for a while before she got up and checked herself in the mirror. She looked into the mirror and did not see a boss lady, she saw a slut looking back at her. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared on her face. She took a towel and washed her face, reapplied her lipstick and brushed her hair. She looked once more in the mirror and then walked out, back into the lounge and her image as the boss.
Susan sat down and said a few words to the men at the table and they laughed. She looked over to where John was sitting. He smiled at her and tipped his beer as he took a sip. Susan felt herself blush slightly and turned her eyes away. She told herself that would never happen again, but she knew it was not true. She would give this strange powerful man anything he wanted. She looked over at John again and he was walking out of the bar. He smiled and moved his lips, “tomorrow,” and walked out the door.
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He heard the shouting from his neighbor’s house through his open window. It seemed to be an all too familiar sound to him lately. He felt for their children, since they were just a couple of years younger than he was. He knew all about parents preparing for a divorce, and that seemed to be where his neighbors marriage was headed. His bedroom was directly across from the Mason’s bedroom, so he could hear the argument almost word for word.
“What’s the problem now, Brenda?” Mr. Mason said. He sounded like he knew this was coming, and Rick couldn’t blame him. The two of them had been fighting all week.
“This is the problem, Michael,” he heard Mrs. Mason snap back.
“What’s this?” Mr. Mason asked.
“Open it and find out.”
There was a couple of seconds of silence before, “What the fuck is this? You had me followed?” Mr. Mason yelled.
“Yes, I did,” Mrs. Mason yelled back. “I knew you were sneaking off with someone behind my back, but I was surprised when I saw there were two of them! I figured you had been fucking your secretary for a while, but Denise? How long has that been going on?”
Rick’s head turned away from his computer screen when he heard that name. Denise was the girl who lived across the street from he and his mother. Rick and Denise had been friends all their lives. He knew she had a crush on Mr. Mason but was shocked to hear she had acted on it.
“Does it matter how long?” Mr. Mason asked. “I think the real issue here is that you had someone spy on me!”
“No, it’s not,” Mrs. Mason said. “The real issue is that you’re fucking your secretary and our 19-year-old neighbor!”
“This is nothing!”
“That is the last straw!”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying pack a bag and get out!”
“I’m not leaving, you are,” Mr. Mason shot back.
“You would throw your two teenage daughters out on the street?”
“They could stay here with me!”
“The hell they are!” Mrs. Mason shot back. “Just pack yourself a bag and go stay at a hotel, Michael. That would be the best thing for all of us.”
“Before I do that, I want to talk to the girls. I want to tell them what’s going on.”
“There’s no need for that,” she told him. “I told them I was going to do this this afternoon when they got home from school. They are handling it well for now. Let’s try to keep it that way.”
It went quiet for a few minutes so Rick figured they were finished with their argument and from the sound of it Mrs. Mason had won. His feeling were confirmed about ten-minutes later when Mr. Mason stormed out of the front door and threw a gym bag, some suit jackets, and some other things on some hangers into the back seat of his car and drove off.
Rick got up from his desk after shutting off his computer screen and went downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was making supper.
“The Mason’s just had it out,” he told her.
“It’s not polite to eavesdrop, Ricky,” his mother said. “How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“I couldn’t help it, Mom,” he said defensively. “Is it my fault they argue in their bedroom with the window open?”
“No, it’s not, but you should’ve shut yours when they started,” she said.
“Why? It’s nice outside, and I wanted to have the breeze through the window while I did the research for my term paper.”
“I’m just saying you should have shut it, that’s all,” his mother said. “You should have given them some privacy.”
“If they wanted privacy, Mom, they shouldn’t argue with the window open.”
She looked up at him and smiled. She knew he had a point, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Go get washed up for supper,” she said.
Rick left the room and came back a couple of minutes later. He set the table for them and then took his seat. His mother dished out their meal and as they got started eating, Rick said, “She threw him out.”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Mason,” he said. “She threw Mr. Mason out. I saw him leave before I came down.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” his mother said. “She could have him back in a few hours. That’s what most couples do.”
“I don’t think so,” Rick said.
“Why?”

“Mrs. Mason has some pictures of Mr. Mason with his secretary and Denise?”
“Denise? The girl from across the street?”
“Yeah,” he said as he took a drink from his cup.
“Oh, no. She must be devastated,” his mother said. “After we’re through, I’m going to pack the rest of this up and we are going to take it over for Brenda and the girls, ok?”
“Sure, Mom.”
After they ate Rick’s mother packed up the leftovers and the two of them brought them to their neighbor. Brenda answered the door after they knocked on it and smiled warmly at the both of them.
“Anne, Ricky, what can I do for the two of you?” she asked politely.
“We came over to check on you and the girls,” Anne said. “We just wanted to make sure you’re all alright.”
“We’re fine,” she said. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Ricky overheard you and Mike arguing this afternoon,” Anne said.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Mason,” Rick said. “I didn’t mean to, but my window was open and so was yours. I couldn’t help but overhear.”
The smile faded from her face and turned into a look of horror. She opened the door wider and invited the two of them inside. After she closed the door she asked Anne and Rick to sit down. She looked at the plastic containers Anne was holding.
“I figured after this afternoon you wouldn’t feel much like cooking,” Anne explained. “I made plenty for Ricky and I, so I wanted to give the rest to you and the girls.”
“Thank you, Anne,” Brenda said. “That was very thoughtful.”
“Ricky, take these into the kitchen for Mrs. Mason.”
“Sure, Mom,” he said as he took the containers into the other room.
When he was through the kitchen door, Anne looked to Brenda. “Sorry,” she said. “I told him he shouldn’t be eavesdropping on other people’s conversations.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Brenda said. “I should have checked to see if the window was open. I forget how much sound carries between houses.”
“Ricky told me you have pictures of Mike with a couple of other women?”
“Yeah,” Brenda told her. “I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Do you mind if I fix one for me?” Anne told her she didn’t mind at all, so Brenda went to the bar in the dining room and made herself a gin and tonic. She came back and sat down on the sofa next to Anne. “Yes, I do have pictures of Mike with a couple of different women, one of them being the girl from across the street.”
“How did you get the pictures?” Anne asked.
“I hired a private investigator,” Brenda said. “He followed Mike around for a couple of weeks. He said that most of the affair stuff was with his secretary, and that it wasn’t until the end of the second week that he started sleeping with Denise.”
“Oh, God, Brenda. I’m so sorry,” Anne said.
“Don’t be. I’m not. I should have gotten rid of him a couple of years ago when he had his first affair.”
“This isn’t the first time?”
“No,” Brenda answered. “The first time it was with one of his clients from the law firm. That went on for a while, I think.”
“So you knew what signs to look for?”
“Oh, yes. And when I started noticing that he was up to his old tricks, I hired the P.I. Even though it hurt to see him with another woman again, I feel like I did the right thing.”
Rick reentered the room and he overheard some of the things that they were talking about. He couldn’t believe that Mr. Mason would ever cheat on his wife. In his mind, she was the most incredible woman he had ever seen. At the age of 48 she looked like she was at least 10 years younger. Her hair was sandy-blonde and had just a touch of gray on the sides by her temples. Her body was slim and fit, due mainly to her daily exercise routine. Rick had often spied on Mrs. Mason and her daughters as they tanned in their backyard by the pool. His eyes stayed riveted on Mrs. Mason on her oldest daughter, Amanda, more than Becky, the youngest. Amanda was the same age as Rick, eighteen, and Becky was a year younger. He stared at Amanda more because she looked just like a younger version of her mother. He remembered a hot day this past spring when Mrs. Mason and Amanda were both tanning out in the backyard. From his bedroom window he had a clear view at their lounge chairs by the pool, and he could see them both getting ready to turn over onto their stomachs. He could tell they were talking but he couldn’t hear their words. Not that it mattered, because at that moment, Amanda reached behind her back and undid the top of her bikini. She held the bra to her chest, trying to keep herself covered, but when she slid the straps off of her shoulders, Rick had a clear view of one of her breasts. Amanda quickly covered herself up and lay down on her towel. He was starting to remember how Mrs. Mason rubbed the suntan lotion on her daughter’s back when his mother calling his name brought him out of his reverie.
“Rick. Rick,” Anne said. “Would that be alright with you?”
“Huh? What? I’m sorry, Mom. Would what be all right with me?” he asked a little embarrassed.
“Ricky, you were sitting right here,” his mother said with a look of wonder on her face, “how could you not hear me? I asked if you would be all right with helping Mrs. Mason around the house like you help me? You know, mow the lawn, paint some walls, and do some minor repairs. Would you mind doing that for her?”
“Oh. Oh, yeah. That would be fine. I’ll do anything to help you out, Mrs. Mason,” Rick answered.
“Thanks, Ricky,” Mrs. Mason said with a smile.
A few minutes later, Rick and his mother left the Mason’s house, with Rick agreeing to mow the Mason’s lawn the next morning. At 7a.m. the next morning, Rick was up and cutting the grass of both yards. When he was finished, he raked up all the clippings and bagged them. When he was finished with both front and back yards of the two houses, and fixing an old picnic table for Mrs. Mason, it was mid-afternoon. Mrs. Mason brought Rick out a glass of iced water as he was putting the last nail in the table.
“Here, Ricky,” she said as she handed him the glass. “I thought you could use this.”
He thanked her and took a long draught from the glass. When he brought it away from his lips, the tall glass was half full. He then noticed that Mrs. Mason was in her bikini and had a bottle of suntan oil in her hands, her breasts barely contained by the pieces of fabric that made up the bikini’s top. She turned and walked away and Rick watched as her ass swayed with every step. He could feel his shorts starting to get tighter so he quickly finished his water, set the glass down on the table, and left the Mason’s backyard.
When he got home, Rick ran upstairs and into the bathroom. He had been in the same sweaty, grimy clothes since early that morning and he wanted to take a shower to get all of the sweat and dirt off his body. As the warm water cascaded down his body he remembered how Mrs. Mason looked in her bikini when she came out and gave him the water. He remembered how her breasts swelled from her chest and how they were almost busting out of her top. His member started filling with blood as he saw in his mind Mrs. Mason’s ass as she walked toward the pool. When his cock was fully hard, he reached down and stroked it a few times with her ass still on his mind and closed his eyes.
His own hands reached out and grabbed Mrs. Mason around her waist, turning her towards him.
“Oh, Ricky,” she said suggestively as she touched his arms, “you are so strong. I want to thank you for doing all of this yard work for me.” She reached behind her back and untied the knot that her top over her chest. When it just draped over her breasts, she pulled the other strings over her head, exposing her chest to his gaze. “Like what you see, honey?”
“Yes, Mrs. Mason,” he said. “I like it very much.”
“Good,” she said with a smile. “Wanna touch ‘em? Go ahead.”
Rick’s hands reached up and felt her breasts. They were soft and supple and he loved the feeling of them in his hands. As he felt her up, he felt her hands reach down and into his shorts, where his cock was straining against the fabric. He heard Mrs. Mason groan.
“Mmmmmm. What have we here?” she whispered. She dropped to her knees and pulled Rick’s shorts down. “I think he wants to come out and play.” Her hand wrapped around his hard cock and started slowly stroking him. “Thanks for everything, Ricky, honey,” she said as she plunged her mouth down on Rick’s rock hard cock. He could feel her lips move up from the base and meet at the head. She gave the mushroom a little kiss before taking him all the way in once more.
Rick couldn’t believe this was happening but he didn’t want it to stop either. He felt her tongue caress the underside of his prick and it made his hips thrust forward. She pulled him out of her mouth completely and guided him to the picnic table, telling him to sit down. When he did, she continued her oral assault on him. Rick watched as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and he could see her breasts sway when he pulled her hair back. He reached down and grabbed one of them with his right hand. He pinched her nipple, which caused her to groan. That groan reverberated around his cock, and it made his orgasm begin to swell. He knew he would soon be at the breaking point.
“Mrs. Mason, I’m going to cum,” he said breathlessly.
“Mmm, yeah, baby,” she said as she took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it with her right hand. “Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. I love it.”
She went back down on him and he could feel her trying to suck the semen right out of his prick. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and grunted loudly, shooting what felt like a gallon of his cream into her mouth. He could hear her moaning as her mouth filled with his stuff.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“RICKY, ARE YOU OKAY IN THERE?” he heard his mother yell from the other side of the closed bathroom door.
Rick opened his eyes to see his entire load of cum dripping down the back wall of the shower tile and his hand still firmly gripping his hard cock. “UH, YEAH, MOM. I’M FINE,” he shouted back.
“I HEARD YOU GROANING!” she said. “ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE ALL RIGHT?”
“YEAH, MOM,” he answered. “MUST HAVE PULLED A MUSCLE OR SOMETHING.” He raised the showerhead so that it washed all of his spunk off of the wall and eventually down the drain. He could hear his mother still talking to him through the door, but couldn’t understand what she was saying. “WHAT, MOM? I CAN’T HEAR YOU. I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!”
Anne, hearing her son tell her he would be out of the shower soon, turned and walked back downstairs. When she was halfway down the stairs, she looked back at the bathroom door and said softly, “Sometimes, I don’t know where that boy’s head is.”

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I want you. I know by placing your cock in the warm recesses of my mouth, I can convince you to do almost anything. You’re helpless against my powers of persuasion.
I prefer catching you unaware and at your most vulnerable - when you’re sleeping, perhaps. Your cock is soft and a perfect size for suckling. Your skin is supple and molds so easily to every crevice inside my mouth. As you waken from your sleep, your cock has already betrayed you by hardening.
Oh, how I want to taste you, every single inch of you…
My mouth moves away and you feel jilted. Your hips buck in disappointment, but I have so much more to offer. My tongue snakes out to touch the tip and its glistening wetness. Wet with my saliva and your pre-cum, your cockhead is musky and arousing. The scent of us, mixed. I taste, alternating between sucking and lightly using my teeth over the petal-softness of your cockhead. The pink has been replaced by a pulsing angry red. You want me to suck all of you deep inside, but I don’t.
Instead, my lips trail a path of fiery hot kisses down the entire length of your cock. My head is sideways, and my kisses are a suction you’ve never experienced. My mouth covers your flesh all the way to the base, and when you moan, I ask you to tell me what you want.
Just tell me, baby, tell me how horny I make you. Tell me how I can please you…
Your skin is firm and tight, as I draw your ballsack into my mouth. You’re huge and I can suckle only one at a time. As I do, I slide a finger inside my pussy, gathering the wetness. I use the makeshift lube to stroke your perineum. My fingers play with you, enjoying the electricity of your reaction. The sensitivity of your skin there is new to you. The scents of our arousal permeate the air and make me weak with need and unspoken desires.
Your cock seems ready to explode, at any moment. But now is too soon. I remove my lips and let the fullness of my breasts tightly constrict you.
My nipples are so hard for you, tight and hard and on fire…
I relish the power I have over you. Your cock slides and thrusts, easily lubricated by pre-cum, between my cleavage. At each upward stroke, I pull your head into my mouth, sucking deeply. Milking you dry. You grunt your approval. Your guttural moans mingle with the high-pitched whimpers that I realize are coming from me.
Your pre-cum is leaking constantly now. I slip my hands between our bodies and smear the stickiness of it over my hard nipples. I’m crazy with lust. All I can think about is fulfilling this need. The need to taste your cum.
I want your hot pulsating cum to spray my mouth and lips, hitting me again and again…
Now, my mouth consumes all of you, desperately. No more teasing. A shift of power has occurred. I will do anything to taste your cum. I can’t think beyond the head of your cock and what it holds for me. I barely notice the juices running down my chin. Everything is messy and drenched. A slurping noise - half wet, half suction - infiltrates the room.
My hands cup your balls and pull at them. Begging them to release their creamy prize. A puddle of juices has formed at the juncture between your thighs, and I use it to stroke you where my mouth can’t reach.
My finger slides further down. To that forbidden place that you never let me touch. I can’t resist; I use the wetness to massage you there. At your ass. You don’t seem to notice or care. You’re thrusting too hard and too fast. I gag but refuse to stop. Your hands pull at my hair, and you speak in a voice I don’t recognize, “Suck it, you little slut. You want this cock, don’t you?”
Oh god, I’ve never been so turned on in my life…
My fingertip enters your forbidden portal, and I feel a clenching. The sensation reminds me of my pussy contractions, and I’m so turned on by the betrayal of your body. My mouth sucks forcibly, and my finger slides further. I begin stroking and you don’t make me stop. You like it as much as I do.
And then you cum. Your cum fills my mouth, and I quickly back away, so I can feel the hotness on my lips and face. Your body convulses unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Your ass clenches around my finger, almost painfully.
I move back to your cock to suck it once more, for every last single drop.
And then, I lick both of us clean and savor the taste of what I’ve earned. You relax, unable to move or think. To do anything, but feel.
I’m your addiction, baby, and I have made you mine…

Chapter 22, Round Two
Ross was barely conscious. With the help of two slaves, he was able to sit up. His cock was almost numb but he could still feel the hard twitches, making him wonder if there was nerve damage to his cock. His balls ached badly. He could also tell, without looking that the left ball was very swollen. Even he was shocked at the amount of sperm that covered him. The carpet was splattered in his creamy milk. A lot of the women were standing around him, marveling at the amount that saturated him and the carpet. The rest of the women were still up in the darkness, enjoying themselves or one another.
“Are you ok?” Mistress Francesca asked Ross, standing over him. She looked somewhat concerned. She had seen Darcy in the arena before and knew that she had badly hurt males on occasion.
“I think I’m ok,” he replied, unsure of himself. He was still somewhat dazed and his breathing was almost back to normal, after the super intense orgasm. It had felt good but not at the expense he had paid. Even the two female slaves looked concerned, their eyes trained on his cock and huge balls. They were also very aroused. One sat on her knees behind him, supporting him as he sat upright. The other one was to his side, her hands on his chest. Sitting as they were, each of their tender bodies was fully exposed to him. The one in front gently bathed his soft but thick cock with warm water, to clean him.
“Well, rest for now. We’ll begin round two shortly,” she looked at him seriously. “Darcy has never been defeated, I was hoping that you might be a first. It gets rather boring watching her defeat each and every male that I bring in.” The Mistress owned Darcy, but she also wished for some excitement. The arousal level, created in the arena was high, but the Mistress also wished for some entertainment.
As soon as the Mistress moved away from Ross, several women swooped in on him. Some stood back at a distance just looking and grinning at him as they got a close up view of his huge organs. Others were bolder, actually stepping up close and touching him, talking to him, asking him questions about his cock or his balls. One even stepped between his legs, pushing them out wide. She then bent down and began to examine his cock, feeling it and playing with it. She then used both hands to hold his balls, pulling them out away from his body. She was having fun, playing with the unaroused flesh.
After about 15 minutes, Ross had sufficiently recovered and the Mistress moved into the arena. Darcy came back into the room, still nude, her pussy and thighs covered in her own juices and the magical salve. She was bouncing around as if she were a prizefighter entering the ring, her arrogance obvious.
“We’re now ready for round two. The first round went to Darcy after she expertly finished off Ross.” The entire audience laughed at the Mistress’ attempts at sexual jokes. “Since Ross poured out so much of himself in the first round, it might be helpful if we again got some volunteers to help our sexual gladiators. A little arousal will help them both. Anyone?”
The Mistress looked around the room. Immediately most of the women started yelling and raising their hands, wanting to be the ‘chosen’ volunteers. Without being noticed, Morgan had quickly left the room just as the Mistress entered the arena. Ross aroused Morgan. For the first time she was already planning on ‘renting’ him for a night. But the aspect of something so special, so private, so intimate, wasn’t something she wanted to do in front of a sexually frenzied audience of women. She left before anyone could pick her to play with Ross again.
The Mistress picked two different women and brought them into the arena. One immediately rushed over to the reclining Darcy and went straight for her pubic area. Using her mouth and fingers, she quickly had Darcy panting and spreading her luscious legs. The other one went over to the seated Ross and knelt down in front of him. She leaned down, opened her mouth wide and sucked in his soft cock. Her hands went up to his balls and began to gently massage them. She was sucking hard as he slowly expanded into the back of her throat. She deep-throated him for several minutes before he had to pull her face away from him. She was good, almost too good. He was rock hard and sore. As she helped him stand, her hand was gently masturbating him.
“Ok, let us begin. Fight!” the Mistress ordered. Immediately Darcy jumped up and began to dance around the arena, glaring at Ross. She almost looked pissed off as she maneuvered around Ross. Ross wasn’t ready to be forcefully jacked off again so he began to move around in a defensive posture. His entire attitude was different now. He remembered when he was a rookie patrolman, having been beaten badly by women till he changed his thinking. If they want to behave like a man, he’d treat them like a man. He moved back from her, almost as if in fear of her. She grinned.
Darcy sensed the fear in Ross, moving in one direction and then jumping the other way. She knew that the round would be quick and easy, her only fear was that he might take longer to jack off, since she had really pumped out his balls before. Males got boringly slow when it came to the second ejaculation. She’d have to really work hard to get his balls pumping like the first round. She was thinking to herself and grinning when Ross suddenly took a large step back, away from her.
“Scared, big boy?” she asked, knowing that he feared her. With over confidence, she quickly stepped into him and kicked high, at his head. As her foot passed within an inch of his head, his right fist shot out fast and hit her square in the mouth and nose. She felt like she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. It completely knocked her off her feet. Already off balance from her high kick, she flew backwards, landing hard on her butt. Immediately blood began to flow from her busted mouth and nose.
“You mother fucker,” she screamed at him. He backed up, resting. The crowd went wild, yelling and hollering. They were all on their feet. “I’ll hurt you for this one, asshole.” She was immediately up on her feet. She reared back and moved fast, going into a round house kick. He tried to duck but her foot connected with the top of his head, knocking him to his knees. As he fell forward she kicked again, this one landing squarely in his chest, knocking him flat on his back. She pounced on top of him, her foot driving hard and downward toward his chest again. He rolled over, avoiding her stomp. He moved fast enough to get up and away from her.
“I’m going to kick your ass, slave fuck,” she hissed at him. Her mouth and nose were still bleeding, blood dripping onto her huge breasts. Her nipples were no longer hard, but almost inverted. She wasn’t aroused at all. Her entire intent now was to inflict as much damage as she could. Some of the crowd loved what they were watching. Others in the crowd weren’t as thrilled at what they were watching. It was obvious that Darcy was in a fury, hell bent on defeating the male slave. They could all see that Ross was still erect, a small amount of pre-cum continuing to drip from his swollen cock.
“Come on, show me your stuff,” Ross growled at Darcy. His attitude was now a lot different than it had been in round one. He was egging her on. She was furious as she again spun, going into another roundhouse kick. Once again he sidestepped her as her foot sailed past his head. This time he stepped into her again, but instead of a right cross to her face, he drove his fist hard into her stomach. The force of his punch doubled her over, dropping her to her knees.
“That’s it, you mother fucker. I’m going to finish you now,” she said between gulps of air as her stomach rolled over and over. She didn’t know if she was going to puke or cramp up. Her anger only made her meaner. She took in a deep breath and slowly got to her feet, shaking all over. She immediately moved forward, going into a flurry of kicks aimed at his head and chest. The third kick landed squarely on the side of his face, spinning him around. He almost lost his footing, falling backwards away from her. She hesitated only long enough for him to catch his breath. She was now enjoying herself, taking her time as she toyed with him.
“We’re just getting started big boy. Where do you want it next? Want me to break that cock. What if I really bust your balls?” Her eyes were on his cock, still quite thick and long, sticking out from his body. It infuriated her that he was hard. She crouched down for a moment, and then lunged at him, delivering several kicks at his cock and balls. She figured that if he were aroused, she would squelch that arousal. His cock bounced and flopped with each kick that she landed near them. As big as he was, it made for a good target. She never fully hit him as she intended.
He stepped into her, trying several punches to the area of her head and face. She ducked each one, and then stepped in close to him, bringing her knee up hard and fast between his spread legs. She almost connected with the fleshy organs but her knee only pushed them further down between his legs. He still felt the impact though.
“That cock isn’t going to be so big here in a minute. Hope you enjoyed those balls, they’re going to be mine in a few seconds.” She did a jump kick, missing his face by inches, driving him backwards. Immediately she moved in close as he fell back and delivered a sideways blow into his stomach by driving her knee upward into him. The effect was instant as he doubled over from the blow. Standing over him, she rose up, her arms over her head and put her fists together. Using her body weight, she dropped down hard, driving her clasped hands downward to the area just above the top of the spine and below the back of his neck. Hitting him there was like a lighting bolt going through him, the nerves screaming as he dropped to his knees. It was almost like being paralyzed for a moment. She immediately moved in front of him, facing him.
“That thing is so big, I’m going to help make it even bigger,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He was on his knees, his legs spread. His cock was about half erect, his balls hanging down huge and full. He was momentarily dazed. She glanced down only once, moving in closer to him. Her face was only inches from his face as she reached down without looking. Using her left hand, she gently placed it under his cock head, holding it upright. Her right hand found his cock and gently moved down on the top of the shaft till it rested against his pubic bone. With a sharp jerk, her left hand popped the head upward while her right hand slammed down hard on the base of his shaft. All of the audience could hear the sharp crack as she ‘popped’ his cock, snapping the pubic ligament that connected his cock to his pubic bone.
Some males have described this as feeling like a dislocation. But since there is no bone in the cock, there can be no dislocation. The pubic ligament literally separated from the base of his cock on one end, and the pubic bone on the other. Ross’ cock was still hard but immediately dropped straight down as if it had lost all strength. What Darcy didn’t know was that his pubic ligament had already been separated, many times in the past. He yelped from the instant pain in his cock. The swelling was immediate as the base of his cock almost doubled in size from the huge blood flow into the injured area.
“Now that is what I like to see. I do love a huge cock. Now I’ll just modify those huge balls to an even bigger size,” she said, grinning at him. She sat back on her heels, admiring her handiwork to his cock. It was quickly swelling up at the base. He was so dazed by the pain that she was almost holding him up as she reached between his thighs and pulled his ball sack out in front of him. Immediately she used both hands squeezing them into a new shape. It was obvious to all that she was very aroused and enjoying her torture to his genitals.
“Ahhhhhhh, unnnggghhh,” he cried out as she applied more pressure in her fingers to the firm but bloated balls. She had a tight grip on each ball and was trying to crush them in her hands. She was exerting so much pressure on each ball that several large globs of sperm began to drip from the raw tip of his cock. She was literally forcing the cum out of him.
“You want to cum? I’ll help get that shit out of you. You’re going be sorry by the time I’m through with these,” she said, her eyes glued to the torture that her hands were inflicting on the raw fleshy orbs. She had such a tight grip on his balls that the sperm was beginning to drip all over her fingers and wrists.
“Bitch,” was the only thing that she heard as she glanced up. The only thing she saw was a blur as his right fist landed squarely between her eyes. Her head literally popped backward as he connected with her, driving her completely up and off her feet. She went through the air, landing about eight feet back from where she was, on her back, her legs sprawled open. She was dazed already as her head hit the floor. She immediately rolled over and up onto her knees. Even dazed, her survival instinct kicked in and got her up to her knees and ready to defend. But he wasn’t advancing. He was somewhat dazed, still on his knees barely able to stand. They both knelt there, watching the other, resting momentarily.
“I’m not through with you,” she said through clenched and bloodied teeth.
“Nor I with you,” he whispered back.
“I’m just getting started. I’m going to make that cock a trophy and hang those balls from my pussy clip. When I walk, I’ll feel them flopping between my legs, and think of you,” she said, leering at him.
“Let’s finish it,” he hissed back at her. Even though injured, his cock and balls were still responding to the audience and to the viciously attractive Darcy. He wasn’t fully erect, but he was very thick and long. The head was swollen enough that the foreskin wouldn’t cover it. The base of his cock was obviously damaged, being so swollen that it looked like he had a fleshy doughnut around the bottom of the shaft. It was huge, but only around the base. It was starting to show the deep bruising under the skin.
Darcy was shaky on her feet, obviously weakened. Ross moved away from her as she advanced on him. Several feet from him, she delivered a furious series of kicks and punches, driving him backward. Most of them landed on his upper arms and chest as he blocked them. She kicked hard one time, missing his face and ended up going down to the floor. From there, she swept his legs, knocking him backwards. As he hit the floor, she immediately jumped throwing her body onto him and locking her legs around his neck. She was actually on top of him, her body facing away from him, her thighs locked tightly around his neck. She squeezed hard, cutting off air and blood flow to his head.
“How’s that fucker? Get out of that one,” she growled at him. She tightened up her legs, forcing him to pry at her thighs to get her off of him. His hands couldn’t budge her muscular legs. He knew he wouldn’t last long and had to do something quick. She would render him unconscious within moments. He let go of her thighs and quickly felt on top of her, his hand traveling down her tight stomach. He was beginning to feel light headed as he blindly felt for her pubic mound. Once he found it, his hand slid downward, pushing in between her tightened thighs.
He was shocked that she could be so wet after the blows to her head and face. It was obvious to Ross that she got a high level of arousal from inflicting pain on males. She greatly enjoyed sex, but at the expense of a male victim. She was a sexual sadist, finding great pleasure in sexually torturing or playing with males. That was why she was so wet at that moment.
His hand slid between her thighs. She was more than aroused but her concentration was on what she was doing to him. He could only imagine what she was going to do with his body after she forced him unconscious. He knew that it would be something very painful and damaging. And more than likely, the audience would love it as they watched her finish him off.
With his hand firmly planted between her thighs, she wasn’t worried. His hand sliding over her clit had sent pleasurable waves through her body. She didn’t mind. She could feel him slide his thumb into her gooey entrance. This surprised her. She knew that she was kicking his ass and he was trying to finger fuck her. She thought that was really odd. But she did enjoy his thumb as it probed deeper into her. She relaxed her thighs around his neck, just a little, wanting to give him a few moments to please her, before she put him to sleep. She felt another finger move down below her pussy, toward her anus. She didn’t mind this either as she felt it gently push into her puckered ass. She was wet enough that her pussy and her butt were coated in her own juices. His other finger pushed deep into her butt. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the waves that flooded through her stomach and thighs.
Suddenly she snapped back to reality as she felt his thumb and finger tightening up. They were pulling toward each other. She could feel a second finger push into her already tightened butt hole. All of his fingers were pulling together as if he was trying to stretch her pussy to her butt. It was already burning as her tender flesh stretched hard. He had a death grip on her, his fingers buried and hooked deep inside of her. His hand was stretching her out. The pain was starting to get unbearable. She tightened her grip on his neck, which only made his hand squeeze harder. She couldn’t take it any more, fearing that he had already torn her open. The pain was unbearable. She jerked her legs open, letting go of him.
“You fuck,” she screamed at him as she quickly rolled over, away from him. There was instant relief as his fingers popped out of her. She could barely stand, a burning sensation radiating from her pussy and butt. She was sure that he had torn her open.
Immediately she did a flying jump kick, catching him directly under the chin, popping his head back hard. He went stumbling backwards, trying to clear his spinning head and catch his balance. He immediately went to the floor. She sprung onto him, again catching him around the throat with her legs. This seemed to be her favorite attack. It made sense, freeing her to use her hands and mouth to do whatever she wanted to her victim. This time she positioned herself well. Violently twisting her body over, she forced him to roll over onto his back with her on top of him, her thighs tightly clamped around his neck. He tried to push her off, but she only tightened her grip. Immediately he put his hands out flat to his sides, away from his body, signaling that he was letting her take over. She relaxed a little.
“Now you’re going to pay. I’m going to teach you some ‘genital respect’. Pain can be a lot of fun, especially if you’re on the end that’s dishing it out!” She was furious, her arousal level soaring as she took control over him. She was now in a position where she was lying on his chest, her knees touching the tops of his shoulders, her thighs tightly around his neck, in a pincher like grip. Using both hands, she leaned down and pulled his ball sack out away from his body. She examined the bloated balls, her fingers probing into the mushy sack and feeling each one of them individually. They were obviously swollen. The more she played with huge orbs, the more his cock began to thicken and elongate. She finally grasped it hard; pulling it upward away from his body, and then lay it back on his stomach, out of the way.
“Oh baby, I know ways to empty these things that you would never consider,” she said, her eyes glued to her hands and the massive balls. “I’m going to teach you something about your own body. I bet you didn’t know that I can get a lot of sperm out of them without you ever cumming.” Saying that, she squeezed hard, pulling them outward, toward his feet. His body jerked hard from the pain. She was stretching the tubes and cords hard, knowing that it would sensitize the already tender balls.

Hello, my name is Victoria Roberts. I am 21 years old and I live in New York. I am about 5′6″ and weigh about 105. I have long, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. My body is petite but well proportioned, a runner’s body, very toned and athletic. My greatest asset is probably my tight little ass or my long, tan legs. This is the story of how I fell in love with Paris Hilton.
I met Paris Hilton completely by chance. Apparently we were both out shopping in the same store and happened to reach for the same dress. She let me have it and I offered to buy her a cup of coffee as thanks. We immediately hit it off. And all of you out there who think Paris is a huge bitch, I’m here to tell you that it’s all an act. She is actually kinda shy, quite smart, and really nice. Anyway, we really hit it off and started hanging out a lot after that.
A couple of times at parties and stuff we would get a little drunk and end up making out, but we always played it off as if it were nothing, just goofing around. I never told her just how in love with her I was, but I think on some level she knew all along. One night after we had been out to a movie (one of those romantic comedies) we came back to her high rise apartment. We sat on her couch, sipping diet cokes and talking. She was wearing a short skirt with boots and a halter-top. I was in a pair of lowrise jeans and a tank top that showed off my breasts. Paris remarked how guys were never like they were in the movies. The conversation gradually moved to her last boyfriend, the other Paris.
“Why didn’t that work out?” I asked.
A pause. “…He couldn’t handle the real me,” Paris replied.
“That’s crazy!” I exclaimed. What I meant to say next was, “If I were him, there’s no way I wouldn’t love you.” How it came out, however, was, “There’s no way I could not be in love with you.”
She just looked at me for a second. I tried to conceal it, but there was no way to hide what was in my eyes. And suddenly I saw it in her eyes too: love, passion, and just a hint of lust. She moved closer to me. I started to mumble something, but she stroked my cheek and jaw with one hand and kissed me. This was no drunken, fooling around kiss. There was such heat, such intensity behind it that I melted in its wake. I kissed her back, tentatively at first, but then with passion, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into me before running my fingers through her short blonde hair. She reached her hand behind and grabbed my tight ass and then moved her hand to my left breast. I gasped. I reached down and rubbed her thigh, gradually pushing her skirt up. Suddenly she pulled away. I could see tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
“I can’t do this to you,” she said. I told her that I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to me. She laughed, “You say that now.”
“It’s true,” I replied, “I’m in love with you. All of you.”
“You haven’t seen ‘all of me’ yet,” Paris said, “and I don’t want to lose you as a friend…”
“You never could,” I interrupted. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
She said, “I’ll show you.” She proceeded to lift her halter over head revealing her small, but awesome breasts and her tight, toned tummy.
I inhaled sharply. “You’re perfect.”
“Wait,” she said. She started to slide down her short skirt. She was wearing a black thong. I could see the mound of her pussy and I started to get wet. But something didn’t look quite right. She slipped off her panties to reveal some kind of apparatus, similar to a jock strap worn by athletes.
“What?” I began. She then, tears still in her eyes, pulled off the strap to reveal a penis. God, it was beautiful. Here was Paris Hilton, a goddess, with a face of an angel, beautiful breasts, lickable tummy, toned legs that went on forever, and a gorgeous 5-inch cock. Sure it wasn’t that big, but my oh my it looked perfect. She kept it shaved and it just looked marvelous standing out there. I gasped.
“See,” she said, “I’m hideous.”
“Shut up,” I said. I stood up, walked over to her and kissed her, hard. My tongue opened up her mouth and worked its way inside, exploring the hot wetness of her mouth. It met her tongue and she followed it into my mouth. I started sucking on her tongue until she pulled away again.
“But…” she began.
“Shut up,” I said, “you’re perfect.”
I kissed her again, and this time she didn’t protest. Her hands again found my ass, then worked their way around to the front to undo the button on my jeans. I turned around and let her hand work their way inside my cotton panties to find my sex, dripping wet with anticipation. She was nuzzling my ear and working her fingers inside my hot cunt. I was bucking my hips back into her and I could feel that cock rising and pressing against my ass. I pulled away and leaned forward, pulling down my jeans and giving her a great view of my ass. I slipped off my panties and turned to face her, completely nude.
She inhaled, almost a hiss. “God I want you,” she breathed.
I moved back over to her and pushed her down onto the couch and straddled her. I moved my lips close to her ear and began whispering as she moved her hands all over my body. “God I want to fuck you. I want your hard cock Paris. I want to feel you inside me, filling me, making me explode. But first, I want to taste you.” I started sliding down her body, pausing to suck each nipple. Licking my way down her hard, tight stomach. I hovered over her cock, covering it with my hot breath. She was writhing with excitement and almost seemed disappointed when I kept moving down and removed both of her boots.
I picked up her left foot and started kissing it, just above the toes. I ran my tongue over the top of all of her toes and then began putting them, one by one, into my mouth and sucking on them. I did the same to her right foot. Paris was moaning. She was enjoying my foot worship as much as I was. My cunt was sopping wet. I started moving up. I kissed her thin ankles, up her calves, the back of her knees. I trailed my tongue all the way up her inner thigh. Paris gave out a little yelp of excitement.
Finally I was poised above her throbbing cock. I engulfed the head with my mouth. Oh! She tasted so good! I couldn’t control myself. I was Paris cock hungry. From that moment I knew I would be her slut! I started moving my head up and down her shaft, running my tongue all over her stiff prick. She grabbed the back of my head and thrust herself up into me. I deep throated her cock and she began face fucking me. I didn’t care. I couldn’t get over the fact that this was Paris Hilton’s cock going in and out of my mouth. One of my hands was on the base of her member, stroking it in time with her thrusts. The other hand was gripping and squeezing her balls. I could feel them tense up and I knew she was about to explode. I wanted her hot juices in my mouth so I picked up the intensity. OH GOD! There it came, what seemed like a gallon of sweet, sticky cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still ran down my chin. She leaned forward and kissed me. Then she moved down and licked the cum off my chin and kissed me again, our tongues swirling around each other.
“Your turn,” she purred. I moved onto the couch, with my head lying on one of the armrests. One of my legs was propped up on the back of the couch and Paris got into position with my other ankle on her shoulder. She lowered her head and I shuddered in anticipation. When her tongue reached my cunt, I almost came right then. She slowly lapped my cunt, running her tongue from the bottom to the top slowly. Then she pried my lips open with her tongue and began exploring my depths. I was bucking and writhing from Paris’ worship of my sex. Suddenly she found my clit. She started flicking it with her tongue rapidly before taking the whole thing into her mouth and sucking on it.
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in close. “DON’T STOP! OH GOD DON’T EVER STOP!” She made me cum five times in rapid succession like that. When I finally stopped convulsing I let go of her head and she started moving up my body. She teased both my nipples with her tongue and massaged my breasts with both hands. I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting the sweet taste of my own pussy on her tongue. I reached down to her cock, stroking it slowly. She was hard again. I needed to have her inside me. “Come on,” I whispered.
I led her into the bedroom, holding both her hands. I could tell her eyes were glued on my ass. “You like my ass, don’t you?” I purred once we got into the bedroom. She merely nodded. I stretched out on the bed, giving her a perfect view of my ass. “Would you like to taste it?”
She replied by kneeling on the bed behind me, grabbing my ass with both hands, and plunging her face deep into my crack. She licked the entire length of my crack and then found my tight little asshole. I could feel her hot breath on my anus and I gasped with pleasure. Her tongue swirled around my little pucker and then began forcing its way inside. God she had a long tongue! I could feel her probing my depths, exploring the darkest of my cavities with her tongue. I came again from her anal tonguing.
She pulled her tongue out of my asshole and I swirled around and kissed her, tasting my darkness on her tongue. It was delicious.
“Now,” I said, “I want you to fuck me. But I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you to give it to me. I want you to pound my little pussy into submission. She was drowning in lust and I didn’t have to tell her twice. I lay down on my back and she knelt at my opening. I felt her prick press against my pussy and I couldn’t take it. “Fuck me! Yes, fuck me now Paris!” She entered me quickly but gently. “No no no!” I cried, “FUCK ME!”
She took her cue and began thrusting in and out of my tight little box. I was reveling in all of the sensations: seeing Paris Hilton over me, in charge of me, fucking me with her cock; hearing her quick breaths with every thrust, hearing her moaning out my name, hearing me moan and scream out hers; the raunchy smell of our sex; the mingled taste of her and me still on my lips; and most importantly the feeling. God, I had been with my share of both men and women in the past, but fucking Paris was the most exhilarating experience I had ever had. I could feel her love, her passion with every movement she made. She was deep inside me, exploring me as a lover. I looked into her eyes and saw that she felt the same things I felt. Then I felt my first orgasm building inside me and I gave over to my lust.
I started shaking uncontrollably and moaning and screaming, “OH GOD PARIS YES OH GOD FUCK ME HARDER HARDER HARDER!” She responded perfectly, slamming my pussy with her perfect cock. I wrapped my legs around her back, locking my feet behind her, pulling her into me more. I came almost violently. I could feel myself squeezing around her cock. She pulled out when I had finished coming and we quickly changed positions. She lay down on the bed and I placed myself over her. I lowered myself down until the head of her cock and penetrated my pussy and then slammed myself down. She moaned in ecstasy.
She was screaming, “Victoria, Victoria, oh my GOD!” over and over again. I placed my feet on either side of her and rode up to the top of her cock and slammed myself down again. Again and again. I rode Paris’ cock so hard. My tits were bouncing up and down. Her hands were all over my body: now my ass, now my legs, now my tits, now my sides. Faster and faster I rode, the intensity building, both of us moaning and screaming and grunting in ecstasy. I felt her tense up and I knew we were going to cum together. She arched her back and thrust up into me one last glorious time as I shoved myself down on her cock. We both screamed so loud that I swear the foundations of the skyrise shook with our satisfaction. I collapsed on top of her, kissing and cuddling.
We spent that whole night together, fucking and sucking and kissing and cuddling. We knew that we never wanted to part. I love her and she loves me and we will always be together.
The End.

“We need to pull back!” Paul Heinlein yelled.
Damn, was there no end to them?
Physically the twitchers weren’t that intimidating. They were slightly shorter than the average man and not much faster or stronger. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into hell-space Heinlein had gunned down dozens of them.
What was terrifying about the twitchers was their ferocity and complete lack of self-preservation. They kept coming. It didn’t matter what you did.
You could blow the head off the first twitcher and splatter his brain matter over the ones behind them. They didn’t stop. They didn’t pause to look at their fallen comrade. They didn’t blink as bits of brain and blood splashed their faces. They didn’t even flinch as the next shot took off their arm.
They. Just. Kept. Coming.
The survivors of the overlay had inflicted horrendous casualties on the marauding twitchers, but there didn’t seem to be any end to their numbers. Every night the people of Carmel heard the screams as more of their fellows were dragged off into the darkness. Every morning Heinlein saw fewer grimy faces at role call.
They had to give up the supermarket and pull back to a more defensible position. The men of Carmel had the advantage of guns, but unlike Heinlein they weren’t trained soldiers. A lot of their shots were wide and their nerve was fragile. What should have been a morale boost became a source of horror as the men shot down the enemy by the dozen only to see the remaining twitchers bound over the bodies and keep charging.
They were going to be overrun.
“Pull back!” Heinlein yelled.
“But the food,” Verhoeven called back.
“Doesn’t matter if we’re dead!” Heinlein responded.
Out on the flank a twitcher broke through the line and smashed off a man’s jaw in a spray of blood and teeth. The two men standing next to it stood frozen in horror. Their pause gave the horror chance to turn and smash its club into the face of the next man. The other man finally broke his paralysis, but then panicked and emptied an entire clip into the twitcher. They didn’t have the ammunition to spare for that kind of overkill.
Out on the other flank Heinlein heard screams for help. A ginger-haired man scrabbled at the ground with bloodied arms as two twitchers grabbed a leg each and dragged him away into the darkness.
Heinlein didn’t even know his name. Heinlein’s military career had ended in Iraq when a piece of shrapnel had ripped half his face off. It had left him with a disfiguring scar on his left cheek. The townsfolk were polite about it, but he knew his appearance intimidated them. They kept their distance.
“Pull back to the plaza!” Heinlein yelled. It was the small shopping centre where they’d been sheltering the injured and children. It had a large central space and a few easily defensible entrances. “Two man teams, cover each other’s back.”
They had to hold their nerve.
On his right a twitcher dropped down from a pile of crates. One of the retreating men stared at it in horror, before turning tail and running in terror. The man in front of him was left exposed.
“No! Cover each other!” Heinlein yelled.
He shot the twitcher, spraying its blood across the crates. The retreat was in danger of becoming a rout and if that happened they were going to get slaughtered.
The front man looked back and three twitchers jumped over his cover. Heinlein shot one, but couldn’t stop the man vanishing beneath a hail of lashing arms.
“Heinlein!” Verhoeven yelled.
Heinlein turned to see a twitcher crouched on a pile of boxes in front of him. Mad glittering black eyes stared back at him. Like all the twitchers it had a small wrinkled black face. There was no nose, only the flat slits of nostrils in the centre of its pushed in face. Drool ran from a mouth filled with uneven little pointed teeth. The face looked like it belonged to a demented little monkey.
The head twitched, vibrating in that sharp twisting motion that had given the twitchers their name. The movement looked more insect than animal.
Heinlein absorbed all this in a second before lifting up his shotgun and firing. The twitcher’s head exploded like a ripe melon.
Movement flashed behind him.
Heinlein turned, but a fraction too slowly. A blunt object crashed into the back of his head and the world went dark.
*****
“It’s still me. I’m still the same person inside.”
“I’m sorry, I know, I know. But I can’t. I’m sorry Paul. I can’t. Forgive me.”
“It’s still me.”
*****
Heinlein was surprised when he woke up. When the world had gone black he’d thought that was it, game over, the end.
He was outside Carmel. He stared down at a barren ground covered in veins of rock and dust. Sometimes the veins would pulse as if they were alive. Heinlein would have put it down to a trick of his imagination, but this was hell-space, minor weirdness like this happened all the time.
Heinlein was moving. Two twitchers had an arm each and were dragging him. His head was slumped forward and his ankles dragged limply along the floor. His hair fell across his face and felt matted, probably with his own blood.
Heinlein had spent most of his life as a professional soldier and despite his injury was still close to peak physical condition. The twitchers were a little shorter than an average man and while they possessed a wiry strength, they still only had a slight build. Heinlein thought there was a chance he could overpower the two of them.
But not just yet. . His head still felt woozy. He might have a concussion. No point trying to fight them in this condition. He’d only fall over and look ridiculous.
He had to pause, assess his injuries and gather his strength. He had to try and work out how many twitchers were around him. Were there just the two carrying him or were there others?
Did they know he was still alive? Was he a prisoner or was his body just food to be dragged off to some larder?
Should he bide his time and wait to see where they were taking him? If he waited too long he might find escape become impossible as the twitchers took him into the heart of their stronghold.
He wondered what had happened to the others. They must have lost the supermarket. He hoped Verhoeven had managed to shepherd enough of the men back to the plaza. Verhoeven wasn’t military, but he’d worked in Carmel’s fire service before the catastrophe and had a solid head on his shoulders.
It was still grim. Grim enough for Heinlein to gamble on biding his time until the twitchers took him to wherever they were going. Maybe he could inflict real damage at the heart of their lair.
The twitchers continued to drag Heinlein across the barren terrain.
It was day, or at least whatever passed for day in hell-space. The sky never got brighter than a deep brownish-red.
*****
“You were lucky to get discharged when you did,” Robert Cameron said one night. He was on leave and had come over to share a few beers with Heinlein.
Heinlein said nothing. He was fairly certain being left with a face like the Frankenstein’s monster’s ugly kid brother in no way qualified as ‘lucky’.
“They’re finding whole new levels of shit-hole to post the grunts now,” Cameron continued.
Fucking politicians, Heinlein thought. Always getting others killed to clear up their messes.
“Where?” he asked. “Africa?”
“Further,” Cameron replied. “Much further.” He looked down at his beer. “Look I’m not supposed to say anything but…”
At first Heinlein thought Cameron was yanking his chain when he started telling crazy stories about scientists figuring out how to open a doorway into a dimension adjacent to ours, but then he saw the expression on his friend’s face. He was sane, serious and the experience had scarred him deeply.
“How bad?”
“Makes Iraq look like paradise,” Cameron replied, taking a long chug from his can. “They tell you it’s just unusual predators, their equivalent of lions and bears, but I ain’t ever seen a lion or bear show as much relish in taking a man to pieces as these horrors.
“I’ve seen men, good men, deliberately mutilate themselves in order to avoid being sent back.”
“Jesus,” Heinlein whistled.
“The scientists don’t know what this place is. Some think it’s a parallel universe, others think it’s some kind of manifestation of the collective human psyche. Personally I think they found a way to open a door right into hell itself.”
*****
Was that what had happed to Carmel? Had some egghead pressed the wrong button somewhere and sucked the whole town into hell. One morning the inhabitants of Carmel had woken up and found themselves in hell-space. He wondered if the same fate had befallen the entire world.
Heinlein didn’t know. The twitchers had begun attacking soon after and all his energies had been devoted to trying to keep himself and the other survivors alive.
The ground started to lean downwards and Heinlein stared ahead through the bloodied strands of his hair. The twitchers were taking him downwards into some kind of cave or giant burrow.
Was this their lair?
The twitchers stopped and talked to each other in a series of glottal grunts and clicking sounds. They looked humanoid and had the faces of crazed little monkeys, but their movements — all stop-start twitches — put Heinlein in mind of insects.
The twitchers took him down through a series of tunnels and into a large underground cavern. What was this place, Heinlein thought? The walls looked too smooth to be rock and they shone with a soft hue somewhere between pink and cream. It looked organic, like the mother-of-pearl interior of an oyster shell. The floor of the cavern was even shaped a little like the inside of a shell. It was smooth and curved down into a central depression.
There, lounging in the centre of the cavern, sat an unholy hybrid of beauty and obscenity.
It was a hell-space demon with the top half of a beautiful naked girl and the bottom half of a pink slug, or maybe a fat eel. She sat on a bed of her own writhing coils and stared at Heinlein with a smile filled with sultry menace.
“So you’re the one who’s been killing so many of my children,” she said in a musical voice filled with strange tones and harmonies.
“And you’re the bitch who’s been eating all the folk of Carmel,” Heinlein growled back.
The twitchers on either side of him chittered angrily and forced him down to his knees with sharp kicks to the back of his legs.
Insects. Like ants.
Figured.
They were the ants and she was their queen.
That made things easy. All he had to do was get close enough to wrap his hands around that slender throat.
“So hostile,” the demon said. “I only wish to show your people love.”
She rose up and opened her arms. Purplish-pink hair cascaded down onto her shoulders. Two long horns grew out from the side of her head. They were adorned with glittering gold chains and jewelled hoops.
Heinlein felt a tugging motion behind his back and realised one of the twitchers had pulled out a knife and was sawing through the remnants of his clothes. A few savage tugs and Heinlein’s clothes were ripped off his body.
The demon looked at him and slowly licked her full lips.
The two twitchers shoved him and Heinlein tumbled over the lip and into the depression. The surface was so smooth he slipped and slid straight down to where the demon waited at the centre. His feet came up against something soft and slick that both gave and pulsed with liquid movement.
Her body.
He tried to jump to his feet, but before he could a thick flexible tail slithered around his body and wrapped him in a slimy embrace. Despite his struggles Heinlein was forced off his feet and into the heart of the squirming coils. Her flesh — slick and soft — moved above, below and around him. The air was thick with her scent, a musky odour like the aftermath of sex.
Heinlein continued to struggle as her coils forced his legs apart and his arms out in a cruciform pose. She held him immobilised on a bed of her own soft body. Heinlein watched as her upper body rose up between his outstretched legs.
“I don’t eat your people,” she said. “I love them.”
Her body rose higher, changing from the slim upper body of a beautiful girl to the soft lower body of a slug or grub. A long vertical slit with fleshy lips opened up in the centre of her swollen reddish-pink flesh, dripping with juices. The pungent smell of sex grew stronger.
She pushed her soft lower body forward and ground it against Heinlein’s crotch. His cock and balls were soaked in her warm juices.
Was she trying to fuck him?
Heinlein felt no arousal, only disgust. He struggled against her coils. Her body was soft, but there was so much of it. It was like being held down by heavy bags full of water.
“Oh I see,” she said running her slender hand through his balls and along his cock. “You’re not used to love, or pleasure.”
Heinlein thrashed his head to one side as she ran another hand against the disfiguring scar on his face.
“Don’t touch me!” Heinlein snarled.
“You do so much for them and they see only the freak.”
It wasn’t like that.
An image jumped unbidden into his mind. It was one of the survivors, a pretty girl, recoiling from him in horror, her face filled with revulsion. She apologised immediately. He’d startled her. They were always apologetic, but Heinlein never forgot the naked disgust he saw on their faces when their guard was down.
It wasn’t like that.
“All this… mmm… lovely body, but they never look past the face.” She ran her hands across the solid muscle of his chest.
Heinlein squirmed at the touch.
“I know how it feels,” she said, rearing up and running her hands up her body to cup her full breasts. “Is this face not beautiful? Are these breasts not beautiful? But they see only the monster. We are both beautiful freaks.”
“I’m nothing like you!” Heinlein snarled. He thrashed his body and felt the coils tighten around him. A soft fold gripped the back of his head, holding it motionless.
The girl laid her upper body across him so her breasts rested on his chest. She gently caressed his sides with her hands.
“I’m not like them,” she murmured through soft lips. “I won’t flinch. I won’t turn away in disgust.”
She lightly kissed the twisted scar on Heinlein’s cheek.
“I will only love you.”
She touched her soft lips against Heinlein’s and began to kiss him.
“How long has it been since a woman held you like this?” the girl whispered.
Too long, Heinlein thought.
He felt an involuntary stirring in his crotch. The thick fleshy lips of her pussy sensed his increasing arousal and began to gently stroke his stiffening cock.
“That’s it, feel my love,” she whispered.
She’s not a woman.
Too late. The demon gently guided his building erection between the plush lips of her vagina. Muscular contractions pulled it deeper into a tight channel and began to throb along its length.
“Yes,” she sighed, breaking the embrace and sitting upright. Her lower body pushed down against him, drawing his cock deep inside the soft sac of her body.
What the fuck was he doing?
What the fuck was he doing with his cock in that loathsome body!
The demon closed her eyes in bliss. Her soft body undulated beneath him like a waterbed. His legs were pushed further apart as the sac of her body swelled up. The demon sighed as her body suddenly contracted. A frothy wave of juices gushed out of her vagina and splattered over both of their bellies. The air was filled with the pungent tang of her sex. Against the wishes of his mind Heinlein’s body remained aroused.
Her thick fleshy labia folded inwards, pulling his cock deeper into the fleshy centre of her body. Soft muscular walls surrounded his cock like thick cushions and began to gently squeeze.
Waves of contraction ran through her body as she rose and fell on Heinlein, smearing more of her juices across his stomach. Within her his cock was completely slathered as it slid back and forth against her tight cushioned walls.
“Yes, doesn’t that feel nice,” she murmured. Soft liquid sounds came from her body as it pushed against his.
It was more than nice, Heinlein thought. The gentle throbbing contractions were squeezing and sucking on his cock and steadily taking him to the point he might actually cum inside the horror.
Her soft body squelched against his, coming away with sticky strands of mucus with every up and down motion. Deep within her pussy glands squirted more of her lubricating juices over his cock.
He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside her loathsome body. He felt his body grow tense within her coils
She sensed he was approaching orgasm and the undulating contractions increased in strength and frequency. The thick cushioned walls of her vagina squeezed down on his cock and throbbed along its length.
“Don’t fight it, you’ve denied your body for so long,” she sighed.
Heinlein trembled, taut as a wire. He was helpless as her vagina relentlessly throbbed his body to orgasm.
He couldn’t hold on. He was going to cum.
She forced her body down on him. Powerful muscles gripped his cock and began to suck. Heinlein moaned through gritted teeth as he exploded within her in a shuddering orgasm that went on and on, stoked by the powerful pumping action of her vagina as she milked his spurting cock.
Afterwards Heinlein lay back on the soft bed of her coils. His body felt weak and floppy as if all the tension had been drained from it. It had been so long.
The demon lifted her soft body up off of him and his shrinking cock flopped out of her pussy in a puddle of their mixed juices.
What had he done?
The stink of the aftermath of their sex was all around him. Guilt flooded through Heinlein like a tide. How many of those monsters had he just fathered? How many twitchers had his burst of sperm brought into the world? He had to kill her.
The demon’s eyes closed in ecstasy as a series of powerful undulations ran through her soft body. Heinlein was pitched around within her coils. He heard sounds from within her — soft squishes and gurgles — as the organic machinery of her body came to life.
It was starting he realised in horror. His sperm had given her the fuel to power the egg laying factory of her body.
“I’ll kill them all,” he said. “All the horrors you’ve forced me to father.”
“You misread my intentions lover. My body is reading the secrets of your body from your seed. It is learning how to love you better.”
The slippery coils of the demon squirmed around his body, bringing his legs back together. The demon moaned in pleasure. Her vagina gaped and Heinlein’s nostrils were once again assailed by the organic musk of her sex as slippery juices gushed out onto his legs.
The demon moved backwards and her tail coiled around his ankles, bringing his feet together. They lay against the thick fleshy labia of her pussy. Heinlein watched in horror as the labia of her pussy gaped wide and then came together on either side of his feet. She gave an orgasmic sigh as the soft lips gripped his feet and pulled them inside her.
No, not like this. God no.
Heinlein thrashed harder. She squeezed back with her soft coils, pinioning his arms against his sides and holding him immobile. Her labia gaped open wider and her coils fed his body a little deeper into hers. His feet were enveloped by the soft warm muscles of her vagina.
Her vagina slowly gulped down his body. Soft, but powerful muscles seized his ankles and another contraction swallowed his body a little deeper inside her. Her soft pussy lips wrapped around his calf muscles and gently pulled.
God no. Not like this.
Heinlein was powerless to resist as her body pulled his into the muscular channel of her vagina with steady contractions.

Sometimes I get so hot and horned up that I have to have some cock sex. As most of you who read my stuff know I like it both ways but sometimes the thought of having a big cock in my mouth or in my asspussy is so irresistible that I have to act on it. I have to make it happen.
There’s a park that I know about. Guys go there looking for sex. I assume some genetic type girls go there too. Any kind of sex. And I was so hot for it I had to go and see if I could get some. I had on yellow nylon running shorts and a red silk teddy with nothing on under either piece. I had minimal make-up on but had really laid on the red lipstick—heavy on the eye shadow and liner. My auburn hair teased out in curls. My long legs were bare but I did have on a pair of 4 inch strappys on just so there wouldn’t be any doubt as to my sex if you know what I mean. If you’ve read my other stories you know that I dress well so going out like this; advertising that I was looking for sex, is a departure for me. But I was trying to look like a slut. Trying to look like a girl who wants some cock.
I parked my car and started doing the stroll. Walking until I was in an area that was reasonably dark and where the sound of traffic and the city were absent. Now logically you have to be asking yourself if I’m crazy cause here I am in a park all by myself dressed in next to nothing and seemingly defenseless. HELLO!!!! Can you spell mugging? Or rape? (Well that I’d probably like!) For info’s sake I’m a red belt in karate and I know savate.
I can take care of myself. So anyhow, I’m on the walkway and I come around a bend and I see a guy leaning up against a tree just watching to see what appears. He’s in a leather jacket with a white t shirt and jeans. I have no idea what he looked like as all I cared about was what was in his jeans. I walked over to him. He just leaned against the tree and watched me approach.
“Do you happen to have a light?” I asked as I got close to him.
“No I don’t smoke.” He replied.
“That’s ok. I don’t smoke anyway.” I said as I stood in front of him. I reached out and brazenly cupped his package. “But I bet I can make you hot enough to smoke” I was rubbing his cock through his jeans and he was getting nicely hard for me.
“Come on with me bitch.” He said as he took my arm and led me back into the wooded area near the path. I was making him practically drag me. Making him work for it. We were in a small clearing lit only by the ½ moon. I immediately fell to my knees as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. I pulled them all the way down to his ankles and then looked at his dick to see what I was getting into. He was big enough; seven or so inches and reasonably thick—thick enough so that I knew he’d stretch me. I put one hand under his ball sack and lifted as I lowered my mouth to the head. Nicely cut and shaped like an upside down heart. Just semi hard until my tongue slathered around it. Then it got big fast.
I held it in my hand and looked at the head and shaft. Now it was really thick and hard and all these veins were visible. I sucked on the head and squeezed the shaft making the head swell up. It was all red and slutty looking and I took it into my mouth and sucked on it as I slid my hand up and down the shaft.
He was running his fingers through my hair and pulling at it a little bit. I was stroking him and sucking on the head of his fine cock sliding my mouth all over the head licking at it and sucking it. I pulled his cock up and exposed his balls. My mouth encircled one of them and I started humming as I rolled it around with my tongue. My other hand was on the head of his dick rubbing at it. He was moaning and holding my head moving it up and down like he was fucking my mouth. I licked up the shaft and took the head in. And I slid my lips down until his hairs were in my nose.
I held him in my throat and swallowed trying to get his cock down into my throat as far as it would go. I was gagging and fighting it and he was pushing me down on him—holding me there as my muscles milked at him. I pulled my head up and as I went up his shaft I grazed my teeth all the way up to the head. He gasped and his dick started swelling and pulsing. I held him in my mouth and stroked him with two fingers. He was bucking and trying to get more into my mouth.
I sucked at his head really hard and as I did he pulled my head down on him and shot into me. His cum was so fucking hot in my mouth! I held it there as he filled me up and kept sucking at him until his knees buckled and he pulled away. I was sitting back on my legs as I looked up at him and opened my mouth so he could see his cum. I let some of it drool down the front of my lips and let it spill off of my chin onto my red top. The cum was dark against the silk. My cockclit was sticking out the bottom of my shorts and I used some of the cum to get it wet. I love the feel of cum on my cocky. He looked down at me as he tucked his dick back in his jeans.
“You want some more bitch?” He asked.
“Yeah, I want some more. Get me some. Get me lots if you can. Anything. I’ll do it.”
What would you do with me? Would you fuck me? Suck me? Beat me? Whip me? Piss on me? Cut me? How bad would you be? How bad would you like me to be?
Tell me.
And I’ll tell you part 2 really soon.
xxxxxxx
Marlene

We’ve now been married for 18 years. Just like many couples our sex life has all but disappeared. Often when we do have sex it is bland and there is no spark. Many times we are just going through the motions. That is about to change. You are an extremely sexy woman and deserve better. You deserve passion and excitement. I decide it is time to give you everything you want.
The years and children have worked on our bodies. Neither of us are as tight as we use to be. But we are in our sexual prime and have something most young hard bodies don’t. Experience and wisdom. When it comes to sex we know what is fun and what is just plain stupid. We each know what one another like and how to curl each others toes. We have learned many of the lessons of sex including the most important of them all; it is not about our own pleasure but that of our partner that makes sex so great. I am determined to remind you of this.
To plan my night I begin by thinking of you. You have beautiful hair with a cute short haircut. I can get lost in your brown eyes. They have sincerity and innocence behind them. I love your innocence. Your lips are soft and full and completely kissable. Your breasts are ample and soft. They are perfect in size and shape with cute little nipples poking out. Your butt, what can I say about you