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“This is wrong,” I mumbled, but the rest of my words went unsaid, because Monica’s fingers, short and pudgy compared to Cordelia’s sleek, elegant ones, entered my mouth and filled it completely, wiggling and touched, smearing my tangy nectar over my tongue without inhibitions. “This is very, very wrong, Miss Wilkins,” Cordelia’s whispered words from right next to my ear confirmed my earlier ones, and each touch of breath on my skin made me shiver. Cordelia’s right hand delved between her classmate’s legs with rough determination, and I watched with bated breath when she crooked two fingers and pushed them all the way into her kitten’s pussy.
When Ariel and her mother first moved in next door, they kept a low profile for weeks. They only want a good time and to get off; they don’t care about my feelings or my needs.” When she pulled away her hand touched the crotch of my pants and she smiled. “Yes, I can’t explain it, Ariel, but it made me feel different than I ever have.” “Undress for me, quickly, I want to hold your cock in my hand.” She demanded. “No, not like that; spread my cheeks with your hands and kiss my ass. Come now, Lee!” I watched her fingers jerking frantically between her legs and my cock delivered right on her command.
I acknowledged her by humming into her breast, my lips firmly attached to her nipple, while my hand explored the other, my fingertips plucking, pulling, rubbing, bringing it to full stiffness. She pulled my hand away, bringing it down to her knee, whispering, “Go for it!” I looked up into her eyes, raised my head and kissed her. “Inside.” She said, “I want you to make me cum.” I was now kissing her neck, feeling her pulse as my fingers slipped slowly inside, feeling her heat as they disappeared. I feasted for several minutes, my lips and tongue working in concert with my fingers to bring her off for the second time tonight.
I wondered what it would be like to feel my breasts swell to the point of pain, filling up with milk until my nipples dripped. Finally, after six weeks, one day when I was pumping a thin trickle of milk appeared in the container. You fucked me hard from behind, my heavy tits swinging, an occasional drop of milking leaking out. You asked me not to wear a bra at home, because you loved to see the wet patches my milk left on my shirts. You wanted to take pictures of my milk-laden tits, and asked me to pose on all fours, using a goat milker you'd bought. The humiliation I felt at being milked like an animal made my pussy clench with desire.
“That she is,” my landlady confirmed, “I knew it from the moment she stepped out of that van.” And then, with a casual movement, her hand cupped my sex, rubbed up and down a few times, and her middle finger wiggled its way inside, making me gasp. “It will help if you pull up your legs and hold them below the knees,” Erin informed in a matter-of-fact voice, “though you’ll have to spread them a bit, otherwise you’ll make the pressure on your belly worse.” “But of course, Bridget.” Erin sounded excited, and like a whirlwind, she was suddenly kneeling between my legs, one arm extended, and then I felt her fingers softly trailing the contours of my pussy lips.
I think Han included a girl in her story, because she figure it might turned me on enough to overlook the betrayal and her friend could be used to diminish the level of her own participation. Han was looking for a chance at reconciliation, but I only went along because I knew that the friend she claimed to have fooled around with would be there and I wanted ask her in person about the story. "I promise that if I can't drink all your piss that I'll leave." Han pledged. Han slid over to me just like so many other times to take cock in her mouth. I handed Han the warm glass and we sat up together on the bed while she quietly finished the rest of my piss.
As I started to walk away, I realized she must've tracked dirt through the house with her boots, while she was walking over to the couch. I dutifully started licking the rest of her boots clean. I was still kneeling with my face right next to her feet, so I didn't have to move much as I slowly pulled each boot off. I got down on my knees once again and started licking her right after she pulled her shorts down. I started licking, since I realized that's what she meant by clean. Once I got home, I realized how much my life had changed in the past few hours, and was glad that I was given the chance to worship Sophia.
"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.
She kicked me lightly and scraped the bottom of her foot across my face then commanded me "now bitch, he didn't use a condom so I want you to suck all of his cum out of my vag and ass and swallow it; do a thorough job of it too, we can't have me getting pregnant" She then started laughing and said "It's funny that you're always so hard like that cuz your penis is mine, and I'm never gonna let you cum since you're a bitch not a real man" I gagged on it managing to choke it down little by little, but right as I was started to clear out some of the poop that covered my face, I felt myself drifting away as I had breathed in nearly three minutes.
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.
She then looked pleased with herself as I was now laying on the floor, sucking her toes, as she sat dominantly on the couch above me. Jenna picked her phone back up and continued whatever she was doing earlier while grinning down at me; wiggling the toes of one foot in my mouth and resting the other foot on my chest. Jenna placed both feet over my face and then just kept them there while I was breathing in their amazing scent for what seemed like forever. Once we got there she sat on the bed and pointed to the floor where I could sit and told me to start massaging her feet.
“Honey, Laura is having some painting done at her apartment and she’s afraid the fumes will make her sick so I’ve invited her to stay in our guest room a couple of nights.” My mind was racing and I was begging my ears to hear something like: “I want you to fuck Laura and make her come,” but that didn’t happen. A bit later, Laura arrived with a small overnight bag, and I dutifully took it to the guest room for her while she and Lacy sat in the den. Lacy was standing in the tub and Laura was sitting on the commode nearby with a vibrator in her hand. As soon as Lacy left, Laura closed the bathroom door and stepped into the tub.
She was wearing a snug white T-shirt that outlined her upper body: hear breasts were nice C cups, just the way I like them. I lead her then into my living room, turned her around, and slowly and gently bumped into her, forcing her slowly backwards towards the large glass sliding door that gives out to my balcony. Once again, I let my hands do the walking over her body, slowly tracing her outlines. I started to caress her breasts with the palm of my hand, slightly teasing her nipples that are now erect. I took one nipple between my lips and started to pull them. Then I walked her to the door, gave her a final kiss, opened the door, turned her around and removed the blindfold and then closed the door behind her.
"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.
By the looks of your little erection, so far so good baby", she teased while I continue massaging her feet. After 20 minutes of Mistress Sarah's sly remarks, and my massaging her feet and shoulders, she pushed off and said, "wank for me, you little pathetic stroker!". "Little one, how badly do you want to cum?!" she teased, whilst stroking my inner thigh, watching with glee my penis bounce about with anticipation. "How much do you want me to grasp your penis and take you right here and right now?!" she says stroking my inner thigh, her touch making me twitch for release. Quickly responding, "Yes Mistress!" She slaps my ass and hurries upstairs.
I tried to hide my breasts with my arm and cover my pussy with a hand, trying to find a way out of the room, but no matter where I looked, the walls had neither doors nor windows. But my breath almost stopped when I saw the huge appendix between her legs, a cock stood pointing into the air where her pussy should have been, so thick that I wasn’t sure I could wrap my fingers around it and long enough to grip it with both hands. “Please!” I tried to beg once more, but instead of an answer I felt Natalie’s fingers spread my pussy lips apart and cool air tickle the insides of my moist folds.
When we got home she would be blind folded and sit "O" style(that is lift her skirt so her bare arse and pussy are on the chair) As I looked into her eyes I told her I would get out her toys and lay them out and that she was then going to have the blindfold removed and she was going to bring herself to orgasm while I watched. When finished I went and stood behind her and caressed her nipples which were hard and pushing against the material. Still in her high heels and with her breast thrust foreword, nipples hard and deep pink she looked like centre fold material.
"Keep going, your almost finished," she said, when I started to hesitate, then ruffled my hair a little bit and called me a "good boy" when I continued working. I began to flail around as I felt it was starting again, and she shouted "lick my asshole if you ever want me to get off of you!" "Now are you going to behave this time?" she said while briefly lifting up her butt, but she didn't wait for a reply and simply plopped back down and ground her ass on my face. "Good boy, now here's the rest of my homework, I want that done by tomorrow." She then took the money out of my wallet and told me to leave.
A little too late I asked if she would have liked to have sucked my cock in the ally and driven home with her tongue and throat coated with my sperm? Not exactly in such words, but other than mentioning her sloppy mouth having a certain cum and piss guzzling appeal and the petiteness of her ass and how tight it would feel stretched around my cock, I really wasn't prepared with what she needed to hear. We were doing quite well when focusing on our plans, but beyond telling her about what a fun little ass fucking, cock sucking, cum and piss bucket she was going to be for me, I missed a really key element of what she needed needed to hear.
"Are you going to cum for Daddy, since he's giving you what you want?" His voice was a rumble as his mouth centered over her clit, sucking it between his lips, lashing it with his tongue as a second finger met the first to slip into her dark hole, his thumb tucking into her pussy as he felt her hips begin to buck, muscles clenching down around him. "Show me, Daddy, teach me how to." Her voice trailed off as she looked up, lips red from her teeth, gasping in delight as his hands flew out and cupped her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he moved her, nipples puckering tightly as the burn slowly faded, replaced with a dark fire spreading from where his cock breached her naughtiest hole, licking at her pussy and clit.
I pulled her close and kissed her gently and then unzipped her slacks and sipped my hand under the G string to feel the silky smooth lips of her pussy.They were smoooth and she was already turned on by the feel of the moisture there. And just to make sure she had been a good girl I squeezed her right breast and sure enough there was no bra. When I went to move to the left nipple lovely purple mark had appeared on the right breast and so now I matched in on the left and her response was even more intense holding my head and pushing hard so that I could suck more on her breast.
She raked her pussy up and down my face, rubbing her clit on my chin, my lips, my tongue and even my nose. Then I felt Ariel’s mouth sliding down over the head of my cock, easing its way down until she had taken the whole shaft in her mouth. Ariel’s mouth went to work on my cock again and I hoped that she would suck me off as a reward for making Vickie come and for licking her ass. Just as I thought I felt the first sighs of an impending orgasm, Ariel abandoned my erection. “His cock is already throbbing; he’ll probably come quick and get soft on me,” Vickie said pouting. “Don’t worry,” assured Ariel, “Lee; you’re not allowed to come unless I tell you.
Looking back on it, I think we both knew that I was, in essence, telling Mat that he could no longer meet my needs, but I did sincerely love him and never truly wanted to hurt him. Mat then pulled a long, thin leash from the pocket of his jeans on the floor, connected the clasp to an eyelet on the cock cage, and handed me the end of the leash. As I watched, Mat crawled over to the sink, stood up, and pulled a small key from behind his toothbrush holder. He place his hands on my hips and masterfully guided the dildo into my anxious pussy. Mat pulled the dildo from my pussy, and stood behind me, panting.
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.