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Melinda kneeled before me, stark naked, the huge nipples on her slightly sagging big boobies stiff like small cones, red islands in milky-white triangles of a bikini tan, her pussy, which was - to my surprise - crowned by a patch of neatly trimmed blond hair and shimmering with moisture at my eye level, and she held up a thick, short, wet carrot like a trophy. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy.
‘As I am barely in the office anymore, I hereby grant Marietta Miller full disciplinary and financial authority, to act in my stead in all questions regarding the handling of employees and steering of the company.’ It went on a bit further into legal mumbo-jumbo, but the bad thing was that it was dated, signed and stamped by the law department. My breath shuddered, but I stared back hard at her and reached out with one hand, ran my fingers through my folds and lifted them to my mouth, trying to keep them from shaking too much. I nodded with blushed cheeks, slipped back into my panties and moved the bowl brimming with my pee under the desk and to the side, outside of reach of my legs.
One of the bartenders walked by and asked what was wrong, and I told him that I had to pee. He said, "It would sure be a shame if you pee-peed in your panties," and then he laughed. He walked by several more times and kept saying things about peeing in my panties. He said next time, I needed to pee in my panties because that was an even bigger turn-on. I left the bar about 30 minutes later feeling thoroughly aroused, and fingered myself to orgasm on the way home thinking about what happened. I started to look for opportunities to squat and pee outside. My bartender friend finally talked me into peeing in my panties.
You’re nothing, little princess.” She nestled with the plug to attach the hose, and the feeling of it wiggling inside me felt much more arousing that I wanted to admit. I could, probably, if I really tried, fold myself forward enough so I could reach my pussy and wiggle the dildo inside me, but I didn’t dare. “Yes, yes, I know,” Mrs. Greenberg told me with a slight sneer, “you’ll get yours soon enough.” She dropped the special panties in the box and headed off once more with a short, snappy, “Stay!” towards me. “Oh my god,” I gasped, but when she didn’t move the slightest bit, a strange feeling, almost like lucid dreaming, gripped me, and I felt my thighs part and lowered my pussy onto the wood.
“Hi, I‘m Sarah“, said Sarah as she smiled at Suzie and accepted the glass. A dark lady reclined on the bed almost at its centre, her skirt elevated around her waist with a woman licking her pussy in a gentle and loving way and a chap that was kissing her and fondling her breasts through her blouse. Suzie then slid her index finger back over Sarah’s pussy lips a few times and then she removed her hand. She smiled, placed her hand behind Sarah’s head, pulled her head forward and kissed her passionately before she left the room. Sarah looked into the room and saw a woman at the back being fucked by two guys.
One profile though attracted me right away, Miss Anna, a very tall, dark skinned, busty woman in her thirties, dressed in a very tight leather skirt and a tightly laced up leather corset. Standing under the shower Miss Anna took a rubber ball gag from the wall and gagged me tightly. Somebody walked up to me, I heard the sound of a zipper and then it hit me, a warm stream of urine, obviously from a guy. Clothes were rustling, the peeing started, first a little trickle then a full stream hitting my face. "No cumming for Frank," Miss Anna shouted from the other room. "Can I take a picture of cum covered Frank," one of the women asked.
All these feelings of shame that had built up almost unbearably high inside me evaporated in the blink of an eye, and instead of wanting to flee and hide – as I probably should - I felt the need to jump up and scream, “Yes, it’s me! Cordelia came too, trembling and making the sweetest whimpers, and she fell back into the chair, one hand clutched over her pussy, eyes closed and her face full of bliss. Images of Cordelia appeared in front of my closed eyes, her pretty, soft pussy lips stretched around the huge rubber cock, and that look of bliss on her face I had seen earlier.
Her guests were people she had met along the way, who required a submissive partner, who needed absolute discretion, and who trusted My Lady to set up scenarios to fulfill their interests. When finished, she would lift herself from the bed, and thank ML quite profusely for finding this lovely "sweetie", the term My Lady encouraged guests to call me. One evening of fun, in summer when there was plenty of light, involved the use of My Lady's long outside entertainment balcony that ran the entire length of the apartment on two sides. At times, My Lady would suggest that they might like to try penetration of my cock with her plastic chopsticks.
I tried to think of safe thoughts, but was unable to come up with any, so I quickly gave up and enjoyed the sight of her adjusting her lush breasts in the mirror, her ass swaying erotically with her every movement, stray thoughts of peeling her bikini briefs down her thighs, my head under her dress, exploring her cunt with my tongue, my face smeared with her beautiful nectar… I became so lost in the feeling that I barely even noticed Kay stroking my hair tenderly, leaning over and whispering in my ear, calling me a good girl and promising all sorts of things if I came for her.
I couldn’t revel in the satisfaction of a job well done for too long, though, because Katie and Laurel would be arriving within the half hour and their sets needed to be readied. I didn't even have to ask Laurel to "mmph." Still careful not to obstruct Laurel's camera friendly face, the man in black trailed an index finger from the center of her heaving chest downward over the smooth skin of her flat tummy, then took its time dropping to lift the hem of her short skirt, then held it there for a long moment before letting it fall back into her lap. The man in black became a set assistant, turning Laurel's chair so that she faced the camera full on, then moving Katie's chair alongside Laurel's.
Inside the cubicle I strip off completely and it feels a little strange to me, You sit on a chair in the corner while I dress myself in a black and red Basque with matching knickers, the Basque is mostly black but has red ribbons on the left at the right sides, crisscrossed and showing my tanned flesh beneath, I carefully put on the black stockings and then add the red shoes I’ve just bought, not until I am completely ready do I look in the mirror beside me, I am amazed at how wild I look. You switch your attention to my left foot, again I am wowed when I feel your teeth scrape across the soft skin on the underside of my big toe, you’re sucking hard, your mouth is so warm and your tongue soft and spongy like the inside of my needy pussy.
The door opened without a knock, giving me a small start, and Cordelia entered, a different pile of clothes in her hands. You just need to resist the temptation to run your moist, greedy tongue all over them, to caress my skin with it while I slide my fingers slowly in and out of your mouth, spreading the naughty taste of your cream all over your tongue.” “I’ve made arrangements for tonight.” Her lips were just an inch from my ear, her eyes close enough to notice the small shudder that I failed to suppress, and the hot breath of her giggle told me that she had, in fact, noticed. But I couldn’t suppress the feelings which welled up each time I thought about Cordelia and which flooded me with a need so strong that it drove tears into my eyes.
Sophie had an amazing body and as much fun as it was to treat her like she was just a piss drinking slut, I would have regretted it if I didn’t take the opportunity to enjoy every inch of her. Sophie’s pussy felt burning hot around my cock and her body looked inspiringly filthy on the piss covered floor. The video starts with the girl sucking my cock in a bathtub, then my voice whispers, “Let me see it go in.” Tilting her head back the girl opened wide to reveal a stream of piss filling her mouth. Each time I filled Sophie’s mouth after that I was able to stop pissing with hardly a splash on her face.
Diane had recently discovered that I enjoyed having my cock gently bitten, or scraped along its length with her teeth, as an addition to the standard blow-job. Assuring me that she knew what she was doing, she donned medical gloves, applied baby oil to the eye of my penis, and to the rod, opened the hole with the end of the rod, and let it slide, under its own weight an inch or two down into my cock. With Mona carefully instructing, each girl took a turn, each time with a slightly wider rod (except the older woman). Diane told me she had heard from the guy she had left behind in the UK, that he was coming to Australia, and that she felt that he was now ready to marry her.
“Oh, oh,” he said, “I think I’m in for it now.” He stroked his chin as his eyes followed Loren, then muttered to Jerry, “Actually, I do like the shoes. Let’s see how I look.” Loren bent over, removed her flip-flops and started across the room in her stocking feet. Charlie said, “I don’t think you need to encourage Loren, Lily. Someone put music on and as Charlie looked up he noticed several of the women had apparently followed the lead of Lily and Loren and had removed their shoes. During the coffee and pastry service, Jerry bent down for another surreptitious peek beneath the table and this time spied Lily with her hand under Loren's skirt somewhere above Loren’s upper thigh.
"I didn't bring one, but I'll be happy to email it if you'd like." The store clerk seemed pleased by Michelle's enthusiasm and eagerness, though in taking a careful look at her appearance, it did not seem that she would be a good fit for such a specialized boutique. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red sweater dress that appeared to be cashmere. In a lavender floral print dress and dark purple heels, Michelle confidently admired her display work as a very attractive couple entered the store; a man and a woman in their mid-twenties.
That’s too soon for me so I decided to let her wait outside my door dressed like that. “You’re a real asshole but I was so turned on I started this on the walk home and had to finish before I gave you a dare.” You know how I get off seeing a mans chest covered in cum.” I was happy to oblige her and quickly had the camera out snapping pictures of the huge load I just left on myself. Ten minutes later the computer beeped again and I was treated to another picture of her, this time with the skirt on, but her fingers deep in her rose again.
"What are you going to do?" Michelle asked, now grabbing her long locks and guarding them from Nathan, covering her breasts with them. "Just sit." Anticipating the worst, Michelle sat down anyway, but held her hair in the front with both hands, as if to defend her tresses from a pair of shiny shears that Nathan quickly produced. Firmly, Nathan placed one hand on top of her head, pushing it down forward, so that her chin was pressed against her chest, face looking at the beads of water falling from her eyes onto her bare lap. A slow, deliberate smile crept across her face as she reached up to touch the clipper shaved back of her head, fingers moving through the abbreviated hair, not curly any longer, but straight, golden with a slight wave in the front where the tresses hung to her lips.
I grab your whole breast in my hand and squeeze hard as your breathing gets faster and faster and the rubbing gets harder and harder and I arch my pelvis upwards, pushing my mound against you, tensing my muscles to press as hard as I can and then you orgasm and I feel you trembling and shaking as it rips through your body like an electric shock and you collapse on top of me and I put my arms around you and hold you so tight and put my mouth against yours and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until your climax ends.
Nikko, a couple of hours from Tokyo, seemed like a good prospect with lots of ryokan (traditional inns) with their own onsenburo--especially on a weekday when fewer people are traveling. What really caught my attention was that she was nicely dressed in a simple white skirt and blouse, coffee-toned hose, and 2" heels--like she was going to work in a big company in Tokyo. Erika had removed her ryokan slippers upon entering and was walking in her stocking feet. I replied, "I don't know about other men, but I can tell you that I can't get enough of seeing beautiful women wearing nice nylons all the time--even into bed or getting soaked."
With one last firm caress of your tremulous cock; with a final thrust of three fingers into the deepest depths of my pussy; with one final glance at gorgeously exposed, cock sucking me; three bodies explode, starbursts consuming our minds, waves of pleasure resonating through our twitching bodies, girl and boy cum spurting from our wonderful sexes. Silent screams, lost amongst the too large rubber ball pressed and strapped into my mouth, soaked now with drool that coats my chin, splatters down onto y wildly heaving breasts, splashes onto the mechanical monster that I grip fiercely with every remaining ounce of my strength between my uncontrollably twitching thighs.
I kept watching her moving lips as my mind unzipped to my past of dicks and objects in my ass. The thoughts of my cock being a small like caterpillar as it sucked the life blood from one of Mother Natures tree leafs. Through the tiny eye of the penis. Wanting to ram my cock between her ass cheeks and hear her beg for more. In the rest room I unzipped my trousers and the weight of the ring held my hard cock down. The woman went on to telling me that she was Francie and Diane's best friend plus things I didn't just yet to know. However I really was interested and that Francie was like Diane in many ways.
There were several groups of teens that walked by and looked in the window a few times, but when one group of boys stopped right in front of the unit and began watching, he called in a patrol car to do a drive through. He laughed and said again just how much it looked like the tattoo , then he leaned down and started licking her clit, his drool dripping down over his hand and into her ass crack. During that time, even though Angela was still lying on the table with her legs tied down, she began playing with herself, working one hand into her pussy as far as she could get it.
Loads of laughing and giggling "Pass the drinks round" said the blonde, she was quite tall, shoulder length, straightened hair, slim with either B or C cup knockers "my name's Millie, that's Kat" she pointed to the cuddly one. I nearly leapt out my seat when I felt her fingers at my fly, "Start the watch Millie" she said as her hand found it's way past my zip and started rubbing my cock through my boxers. "He's wet through and rock hard" Beth told the others "Do you like the look of Kat's wet cunt ?" she rubbed my cock head as by now it had found it's way out my boxers.