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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.
"Work for it," he said with a big grin on his face as he pulled me close to him and started kissing me, tasting my smoothie on my tongue. When the other girls left, Jeff stood me up and took off my shirt and bra, groping my breasts and sucking my soft pink nipples, making them hard. He started to give it to me again with fire in his eyes, his body was so sweaty my arms kept slipping off his shoulders. "Cum on my dick again," he whispered as he slammed me hard against the wall. He pulled out and too weak to stand, I dropped to my knees as he started to moan softly and came, holding his dick an inch from my nose and squirting all over my face.
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.
Glancing around carefully, I decided to be a little daring and pop the button of my jeans and loosen up the zipper a bit, just enough that I could slip a couple fingers into them and assure myself that yes, my panties were wet and that, beneath them, my cunt was even wetter. Worse, perhaps, or perhaps not, for it took my mind from the humiliation of pissing my jeans, I felt the last vestiges of self-control flee as the orgasm that I’d been ignoring came back to haunt me. Oh, and yes, I left a ridiculously large tip before fleeing, a reminder never to stop there again, in case someone recognized me as the girl who pissed her pants… but not before taking a quick moment to write it all down...
“This is it,” Ray thought, admiring rich brown coffee dripping majestically into the pot. Ray slid his boxers off and grabbed the coffee pot. The customer bit into her cookie and Ray went back into the kitchen, grinning like a maniac. Ray did his chores automatically, fantasising about the hot coffee on his cock and the lady who later drank that coffee. Ray immediately felt his cock harden at the mere thought. “You stuck your cock in my coffee, you fucking asshole.” Of course, it was her. “Well, fuck you.” Ray heard the noise of a slamming door and muffled footsteps as the lady was leaving. But Ray didn’t give a single fuck about the humiliation.
"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.
Whispering in Gibson's ear, "Baby, I want to give you a blowjob right now in front of everyone." I was squeezing his package through his jeans and getting ready to drop to my knees at the bar. We walked toward the exit door, then Gibson glanced over his shoulder making sure the bouncer was looking the other way before detouring me into a dark room off the foyer. As soon as we were in the car, Gibson pulled his pants down and told me, "Get back to work you dirty slut!" He pushed my head to his crotch, threw the car in gear, and drove off with me slobbering on his cock.
This was just like one of his bimbo fantasies, except of course Emily didn’t have the fake tits and wasn’t currently sucking his cock. Emily looked up at Nathan and smiled as she started rubbing his cock through his pants. Nathan reached his hand under her tight skirt, noticing that she did not put on panties when she changed, and began to rub Emily’s already wet pussy in small circles. Emily closed her eyes and continued moaning as she rode Nathan’s cock in short, grinding motions. She looked like the perfect little bimbo, lying there and smiling as she took his cock deep in her pussy. Nathan continued fucking her pussy, reaching one of his hands around to grope at her new F cup breasts.
Trixie climbs on top of me, bouncing up and down on my cock while her husband feeds her his, but all three of us are staring at the machine between Doll’s motionless legs, imagining the slow, steady, relentless thrusts of the dildo inside captive Doll. Cindy soon finds herself being spit-roasted by John and Thomas, who always work together, but all three of them stare at the machine between Doll’s latex thighs, imagining the steady, relentless, unceasing thrusts of the dildo in Doll’s cunt. Doll remains completely still and completely silent, eyes covered where she’d otherwise stare straight at the ceiling as the machine whirrs and the dildo keeps up its inexorable, steady, relentless thrusting.
I got off on knowing that, at any moment, someone might wander outside into the cool Seattle night for a smoke or a hit off a pipe, or just some fresh air, and they’d see me, the hem of my dress clenched in one fist, my fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties, the movement of my hand beneath the material as I teased myself, my eyes never leaving Kay’s painfully beautiful face. I’d had a little too much wine, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone to the bathroom… it began as a trickle of warmth that soaked through my panties, dripping from the crotch before growing into a tickling stream running down the insides of my thighs.
Laura slowly fucked my cock as I lubricated my fingers and her arsehole, pushing one finger in as far as I could reach. Laura had been dressed as the sexiest witch I had ever seen in my life…long, black skirt ripped length ways to reveal her lovely fishnet stockinged legs, high-heeled ankle boots and a tight bodice that showed off her tits. 'I imagine bending you over a desk, pulling your skirt up and fucking from behind,' I said, gasping as Laura used her heel on my nipple. Laura lay back and fucked herself with the cucumber, pulling it all the way out then shoving it back into her cunt, gasping at each thrust.
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.
With jizz dripping off her chin her knees gave up when she reached her climax whilst the nameless cock was still going hard and deep inside sending spasms of pleasure across her body after each long thrust. With a few strokes of her hand—and gently sucking the head—the stranger let out a prolonged moan of pleasure and his cock pulsated violently and fired several shots of fresh cum on her face and breasts. Holding her coat under her arm and walking unsteadily, she exited the restroom; she stepped into the store and handed the keys to the clerk, who simply gave her a wide, knowledgeable smile and didn't appear at all surprised from seeing cum drying up on her face and chest.
Moving up to his ear Lea whispered to Ray, "I want to be Daddy's nasty, slutty, little fuck toy again." From the show she was putting on with Ray the last hour or so they couldn't help but know that she was going to be his slut all night and that she wanted to be fucked rough. As the stream got to her belly button Lea lay back on ground tilting her hips up and reaching between her legs spreading open her pussy letting Ray piss into her like a urinal. With his hands on Lea's hips Ray pounded her pussy, she was screaming through the panties in her mouth.
I massage your leg until the muscles relax, then move down and cup your foot in my hand. There is nothing hotter than a woman lifting her leg, bending her knee, pointing her toe as a man peels a stocking away. On my knees before you like a knight before a queen, I roll the stocking back up your leg (I have a lot of practice) and reverently replace your shoes. I go the opposite direction, Je-Ki. I remember the feel of your tiny feet around my cock, the smooth length of your leg and your beautiful toes inside my mouth. I remember the sound you made as I sucked your big toe, and I move my hand down to squeeze my cock through my pants.
The taxi pulled up to the terminal gate at the Portland International airport, fighting its way through the unending flow of traffic as people hurried to and from their planes. Appearing to be around the age of 30 he had a body that appeared to have been lovingly crafted by long hours at the gym, and the frown on his face said that he was not the kind of person that you wanted to disappoint, for your own safety. She moaned softly as his cock slipped inside of her, although she burned with shame at betraying her husband like this, something about this situation filled her with desire. He pulled his slowly shrinking cock out of her, followed closely by a thick stream of cum.
The waiter leaves to fetch our drinks and Anthony and I are making small talk about the weather, travel, my new video, and all the time, he can't take his eyes off my stunning shoes and perfectly manicured toes. As I see the waiter approaching to get our dessert order, I move my foot quickly up and down forcefully on Anthony's crotch so that just as the waiter arrives...you guessed it, my companion is nutting in his pants like a stallion. As I cracked the burnt sugar topping on the crème brulee, my right leg was crossed over my left under the table and my companion was licking at my foot hungrily.
He unbuckled and I dropped to my knees , sucking his heavy balls, he slapped my face hard with his cock, shoving into my mouth, all the way down into my throat, he used my hair to keep me jammed up against him releasing me a little as I gagged, then forcing back down to make me gag some more... I felt whoever it was at my mouth and the familiar feel of him in my ass as I sucked greedily on the unknown cock - the two of them worked me so hard that I passed out - when I came round it was us again and I knew I'd probably found the guy I wanted to marry.
I came just as the man pulled his dick out of my mouth and released his thick cum over my face, the viscous liquid slowly giving in to gravity and sliding down my face to drip from my chin onto my large breasts. Then both men quickly pulled out and I heard a condom being pulled off as I watched the first man pumping his dick, feeling the warm cum hit my lower back just as my face was ejaculated on. With a smile I lower my hips and slowly take the man into me, leaning forward to suck on the dick in front of me I hear the lube being opened and shiver in anticipation as I feel the head of the third cock slide into my well stretched ass.
As Tim was in the shower, Monica stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she began to undress and prepare for her turn to get cleaned up. Tim and Monica were a recently married couple, and hadn't yet been comfortable with going to the bathroom in front of one another. Looking closely in the mirror, Monica could identify her diaper lines, in the front and back, but she didn't think it would be that noticeable to anyone else. Almost at the exact same time as he commanded eyes closed, Monica opened the flood gates and warm, yellow pee began to shoot from her pussy. Monica lowered herself back down on the pew slowly, and felt the soaking wet diaper hug her ass cheeks.
She and Liz were outside a wine bar in the centre of town, waiting for their friend Sam. It was the night of the Bursting Club Pub Crawl, and it wouldn't do to start late. After a couple of pints both girls had found their bladders beginning to burst, and Sam had commented to Kate: "Imagine trying to last all the way through something like this!" All Bursting Club Pub Crawls held to the same basic formula, however; they always started off in the city centre, and then slowly headed towards Sam's flat, where the three of them would generally end up spending the night, by way of various drinking establishments en route.
"Puippt-puipp...puippt," she delicately kissed, all before tearing his ass wide like Moses split the red Sea. She then plunged her tongue deep up his asshole. With a huge ass in her face, seven clothespins biting into her body and tied up at the bottom of a freshly dug grave, Sherri bit her lip and tried to resist giving in to such primal urges. He took that as a cue to slide his dick between her titties and lean down to tongue fuck her up the ass...all while turning the clothespin on her clit in hard, unrelenting circles. "Grarrrrgggggggg," Sherri heaved all over the man's face, which caused his dick to start jumping around.
Grunting a little in mock disgust, Greg wiped his hand on my t-shirt, coping a quick feel of my left breast. He raised his piss soaked hand to my face, forcing his fingers into my mouth. With a push and a twist Greg slid his fist up into my cunt, knuckles grinding against my sweet spot, and I came, screaming and pissing, for what seemed like an eternity, or the moment that would end my life. Also, if I asked Greg for anything now, he could use that in our play, and that danger/excitement dichotomy kind of froze me up, like a shaky, aroused, piss soaked deer caught in the headlights.
Mistress K doesn't ask me to count, which is good because I don't know if I could as she rapidly beats one cheek and then the other. I know what is coming next and I dread it, but at the same time I think to myself, "I want to be here, and this is what I am here for." You would think that the small leather flap would not hurt as much as the hard rod, but the tip of the rod also strikes, and the flap snaps like the tip of a whip creating an intense pain in a very small area.