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Even on nights like this one, though, when I was far too wiped to want sex, I knew I needed some stimulation down there if I was going to get unwired enough to sleep solidly that night. This was the test of my ability to hold it in—Brian had warmly commended me for being able to cum without releasing pee when I had refrained from going to the toilet before sex, saying he was sure that part of me must be male—and I knew it would be a challenge this time. That same index finger that had so shrewdly insinuated itself in my bottom to bring me off went back into my rear hole to see if what I thought I felt way back in there was going to emerge any time soon.
Holding the leash with his left hand, William bent Kate over his knee and slowly rolled up the back of her short white latex nurse's dress, despite her feeble protests. When he failed to land another blow in a timely manner Kate turned her head to look up at him (not an easy task with her stark white posture collar locked onto her gorgeous neck.) Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated; they were close to pleading. Her surprised gasp was cut short when William suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing Kate to arch her back and look him in the eye again. Hidden from view by his lab coat Kate placed a hand around his cock and pulled it to her waiting lips.
And on queue of Jennifer's assessment of Steph, Jennifer points out, "And here's where you started rubbing yourself you naughty girl", Jennifer says and nudges Steph as the watch Steph do just that on the computer screen. "You know Steph, I think you get more creative when you play with your pussy." After saying that, Jennifer pulls down her sweatpants and panties. Seeing this on the screen, feeling her finger in her ass, feeling her clit being rubbed and knowing Steph was watching her now blasted Jennifer into a very quick climax. "What made you think to play with your own pee?" Jennifer asked not wanting to allow Steph to escape the reality of what she did and what they were now watching.
There are only so many times I could sweep the floors and scrub the milkshake machine before I began to feel like my actions were kind of redundant. A peculiar thing I remember about that shop was that there was a big glass mirror on the wall behind the counter, which I guess the owner had installed because she thought that it gave the illusion of more space. Even the cupboards behind the counter going down to the floor were covered in mirror glass, so that if you leaned forward too far when you were scooping up ice cream customers could look up your skirt. I guess it was a good thing, huh?" He was slightly turned away from me, I believe in the vain hope that I hadn't noticed his (rather impressive) swelling.
Laura wondered if other women's shoes and feet smelled as good as hers and what it would be like to lick the sweat off of another woman's skin. Then she would push her face into the heap of thongs and panties – all sizes, colors, and fabrics – and intoxicate herself on the intimate smells of all of her friends and their moms and aunts...pussy smell mixed with sweat, stale urine, and an even more tangy odor from the panties with 'skid marks.' The smell of their underpants would make Laura want to push her nose into all of the women's moist cunts and sweaty assholes....
He pulled the sodden diaper out of the plastic pants and excitedly laid it open on her bed. As the strong smell of his daughter's pussy aroused him even more, he visualised that it wasn't a diaper he was fucking; rather that it was Melissa's deep silky cunt he was stroking into. She never knew that every wet diaper was worn and masturbated into by her father in the mornings. Today, some thirteen years since she first donned a night diaper, Alison took her few precious moments and masturbated to a glorious orgasm just as she did most mornings. Five minutes later, her dry cloth diaper and milky white plastic pants were pinned tightly around her waist under her skirt and top, as she turned on her computer.
Actually, I'm happy to be how I am, but it took me a very long time to get that way. But I didn't waste any thoughts on stopping there, and I was almost giddy as I turned on the clippers and took the first long strip of hair from the top of my head. I started slowly, rubbing my tits with one hand while the other explored the sensation of the stubble on my head, but it wasn't long before my hands found their way below my waste and slowly spread my lips apart. Even as aroused as I was, I knew that it was going to take a long time to cum with just my fingers, but I made it last longer still by picturing Brad standing over me and stroking a wonderfully thick cock.
There was pissbitches, who submitted quality erotica to the site; no-water-no-wee, the funny guy of the group, who was always in the chat room (he and I had never met in real life, but privately sent each other dirty messages when we were in a mood), always updating us about how much fluid he'd consumed that day, how desperate he felt, how much longer he was going to hold it; naturecalling, the husky lumberjack of the group who blogged about his nature hikes (and pisses) in the woods; and me, who liked to lurk but didn't often post my own stuff. Because I liked my bladder to feel pleasantly full, I kept drinking water as I opened new tabs in an incognito window: all my favorite piss porn sites, blogs, erotica, and, of course, our chat room.
In the meantime, she was still the eye of many of the guys in the area, her curvy frame generated a lot of interest, though she was especially interested in Frank, the neighbourhood boy who sometimes helped out during the busy haying season and whenever Teresa's parents went away. Teresa put on a pair of cotton white panties and her dark blue coveralls, then put on her knee high well worn rubber boots and headed down to the barn to take care of the morning chores. After taking care of the milking and making sure the cows were fed, Teresa cleaned her rubber boots, and was about to head in for lunch when she noticed one of the cows had got out and was mingling near the manure pit.
To quench my spiritual thirst however, I would often lick the foot rest of a bench privileged to be a seat of some divine beauty when I was alone, or put in my mouth a chewing gum that some Godly fairy had spitted on the floor, or sometimes even swallow the trash papers with foot prints embossed by an accidental crush by some heavenly shoe. The very sight of being alone in a small, dark and bolted compartment with and extremely beautiful lady hardened my cock like a stone. She took out two pairs of used socks from her bag and stuffed one of them in my mouth with her hand and then with foot.
My cunt lips swelled and I felt hot inside as I stood frozen to the spot letting him piss on me. The woman kept rubbing her clit and moaning, her groans getting louder as a trickle of golden pee seeped out from between her legs and ran down her fingers. "Oh fuck here it comes," she cried as she released her orgasm and pee at the same time. I threw my head back and let it go, and all the time the woman fingered my clit and moved her fingers inside my longing cunt. The woman slowly withdrew her fingers from my glistening hole and I watched with deep satisfaction as she licked each one clean, savouring the taste of my juices and pee.
Another clench, a pause and I drag my hands up and over my thighs, massaging it in, feeling it so wet, not drying, dripping a bit down the sides of my spread legs. I'm frozen like that for several moments, feeling my hands cool, the erratic dripping into the water. As I walk down the stairs, already preparing in my head what I'm going to say to you, I feel a last drop that had been clinging to my pussy lips slip down the inside of my leg, past my knee, my calf and finally stall at my ankle.
Breastfeeding made me so horny, I loved the sucking, pulling feeling that my nipples were getting when Noah was fed, and when he fell asleep after feeds, several times a day I would find myself in my bedroom with my fingers buried in my slit, humping my hand so I would come and release the pressure built up inside me. I let my knees fall open and felt my pussy moisten almost immediately, and he stopped sucking, my nipple popped out of his mouth and he started quickly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, giving me no time to struggle.
Her hand pulls at the end of the dildo, gliding it in and out of her gaping, wet pussy in a rhythmic motion, deeply withdrawing it and then quickly pushing it back inside. Isabella is quivering on the bed, sweating now as her sex is filled with toys and her mind with fantasy. Her head reels from this pulling sensation that sends quivers up and down her spine and tingles throughout her hot, wet sex...She is still being ridden, rammed and deeply impaled by the hard shaft of this masked stranger. "Mmmmm..." she is aware of the low moans in her throat as his fingers probe the softness of her pussy lips, gliding back and forth between them and her hard clit.
Amy slowly brought her hand up closer to her body, letting the pee tickle her palm. Lisa was going to come visit again in a little over a week, and Amy wanted to be ready by then and surprise her. She reach her hand between Lisa's legs and let her girlfriend's pee cascade over her fingers. When Amy brought her hand back to her mouth and eagerly sucked the pee off her fingers, savoring the taste, Lisa stopped peeing early and looked at her friend, who was acting so out of character. Before they left the restroom, they kissed so Lisa could taste her own pee in the other woman's mouth.
It wasn't long before Sharon found herself crossing and un-crossing her legs and pressing her thighs together as she gorged herself with food: what had started off as breakfast had become something more, much more; but hey, today was her special day, she had lots of time and didn't feel the need to limit herself to just one or two portions of Toast, Cereal, Cake, Coffee or Chocolate. It wasn't long before the aroma of her ladycum joined the scent of her piss and Sharon fetched her favourite purple toy from a Drawer and pushed it firmly up her wet fanny; before switching it on and adjusting her big knickers and her leggings to hold it in place.
Lady Wolf shook her head sadly, and said "Ah well, what a shame I was so looking forward to this Tilly, I shall have to find someone else to fulfill my fantasy." And she headed towards the door. Lady Wolf stopped and turned sharply on her heel, giving Tilly a hard look she said "Remember, no games, are you committed to being my little piggy?" "What are you waiting for Piggy, shove those tits in the mud and thrust that ass in the air!" Lady Wolf demanded "Ah, so she is a real piggy after all, good girl Tilly, go on make yourself cum in the mud, I want to her your snorting and squealing as you cum!"
James lay on his back, his wrists secured firmly to the headboard of the bed, watching as his previously timid wife knelt between his legs working his cock closer and closer to the orgasm that he knew was coming today. The thought of his cock pulsing ribbons of sticky white cum into his lovely wife's hot, wet, slippery mouth pushed him closer to the edge, but inevitably as he got closer Janie removed him from her mouth and slowed her stroking to keep him where she wanted him. James thought it over for a few moments while his wife gently stroked his meat, it was such a difficult decision, but he knew, as much as he wanted one last violent orgasm, the offer on the table was the better option for the long term.
Sue gasped and opened her mouth then screamed out her ecstasy as Chloe released her muscles and let loose a cascade of hot golden piss which showered down over Sue. It splashed onto her face, covered her pert white breasts and ran down her body in a yellow river, pooling in an acrid puddle around Sue's quivering body. Tim watched amazed as Sue spread her legs wide allowing Chloe to push her head between them and lick out her cunt. Chloe kissed Sue softly on the forehead before stepping out of the bath and taking Tim by the hand. Sue was on the bed with them, on all fours next to Chloe, inviting Tim to fuck her as well.
So in his mind's eye she was dressed like a young girl, wearing the kind of uniform a private school might have her wear, complete with red pleated skirt, white blouse, and pigtails held in place by bright read ribbons. As hot as the bedroom scene had been getting, a new image had now entered his thoughts, a vivid picture of the girl on the other side of the confessional, skirt hiked, fingers sliding beneath her underwear. At the same time he could hear her high pitched whimpering as she finally climaxed, keeping quiet like a good little girl, shaking the divider as the orgasm quaked through her.
She slumped her shoulders – her only effort to conceal her breasts – but shift her weight to pull a slightly bent knee slightly before her other leg concealing her pussy but not most of her bush. She stepped into her panties pulling them up quickly and tucking her fingers into the leg openings running them up to tuck in stray pussy hairs. I shifted to the other leg cocked to the side foot resting on a higher limb, ankle, calf, bent knee, the thigh stretching from knee to skirt lifting the skirt to show those nice cotton briefs. I took pics of that, legs and panties, tits pressed against the tank top, and her face looking into the camera.
Her impromptu striptease act is working nicely and the sight of her globe-like breasts makes me hold my cock and rub my palm over the end of it. She sits astride my legs again, still slowly rubbing and teasing my cock with her hands. Jane says "I have drunk a lot, so I need to pee." I immediately assume that means her slipping off to the bathroom while I am under instruction not to wank. Sure enough, Jane sits astride my face and is raining down on me and into my mouth, some is running into my eyes but I can not close them, as I want to watch this in close up.
Jamie was so impressed with how well Katie's first session at Lady Desirée's private spouse training club went that he decided he wanted to do something special for his horny wife on Valentine's Day. In order to keep it secret again, he asked John to make all the arrangements once more. Jamie announced that he wanted to fuck his wife before anybody performed their assignments, and then invited John to fuck his wife's mouth shortly after he pushed his cock inside Katie's pussy. When they reached John's car, Jamie opened the door for his wife and pushed a finger against the end of the butt plug as she bent over to get into the backseat.
"Where ya headed Ned?" Sandra started to play with her hair. Ned slowly turned back to see that Sandra had slipped her hand into her shorts and was now breathing rather hard. His eyes glued to the erotic scene beside him, Ned watched as Sandra jacked herself off while driving at 90 miles per hour. Sandra put bother hands on the wheel and Ned slipped his hand into her jean shorts and found her pussy lips. He was about to ram himself into her dripping cunt when she turned around and said, "Fuck my ass you dirty man and I want it hard!" Sandra dropped Ned of at his friends house and drove away.