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"Mrs. Atkin," he called from the hallway, "It's me, Stephen." She was usually in the lounge-come-kitchen watching television when he arrived but the sound of the ancient set was curiously absent today. Another reason he liked coming to Mrs. Atkin's was that she always kept her home very neat and tidy, despite her disability; there was rarely very much for Stephen to do and so he got to often got to relax for a bit and have a chat with this rather interesting lady. "Is it Monday you're back, Stephen?" Mrs. Atkin asked as sweetly and innocently as an eighty-seven year old who hadn't just been fucked senseless by her home help.
What followed were torturous seven days of stolen glances, missed chances, discreet groping, inhumane teasing, embarrassing hard ons, awkward wet spots and a whole lot of blue balls. “Good thing I missed the breakfast today,” he said hurrying across the room as he pulled his pants down to protect his boner from breaking in half. “Isn’t Dr. Godzilla’s limp dick enough for you, sweetie that you’re looking for this one too?” she said to Emma, pointing at him. I need you.I want your body under mine, your tits to grab, your neck to bite, your ass to spank and your lips to kiss. He pushed a hand down his pants, grabbed his cock and started stroking.
It was a long time ago when I first met a friend that called themselves human, I now call them people, because that’s what they call themselves. I shook my head at first, not understanding why these people left it so late to go for a walk, and then, when they got here, they never bothered to get out of their car, they just drove away again. Anyway, like I said, these other cars turn up, and I thought it strange at first that they only contained men. I shook my head at this point in time, and I watched until the guy holding her head with both his hands pulled her onto his cock.
Reginald Woodrow Buttress felt the deep throb before he opened his eyes. Wrapping his long fingers around his pulsing, rock hard member, Reginald began his typical stroke, slow and light with a little twist at the top. Tom started to ask what he would like to eat and the strange man pushed him hard against the wall, reducing him to a pile of limbs and apron on the floor. When he eventually opened his eyes, he found an old man standing over him, a disgusted gaze on the stiffy that tented Reginald’s pants. Come here, son.” The man extended a yellow hand to help him up but Reginald jerked away from it, like it was a snake. The woman urged Reginald forward, continuing through the waiting room to another hallway, and finally to an exam room.
She turned to me and said, 'Look, I think I can trust you, but I need someone 'anonymous' to talk 'at', and you fit the bill. Would you mind if I discussed something really personal?' She put down her wine, leaned forward, and kissed me, opening her lips to taste me, and I felt her tongue flicker over mine. I opened her blouse and felt her hard nipples press to me as she kissed me again, She undid my belt and pushed my trousers and boxers down, then slipped her jeans and panties off. I figured the 'moment' had passed and started to talk about dinner, but she said, 'No way buster, we aren't finished, this is a two way deal' and pushed me back on the bed.
Mary Helen was just about to lift the latch and dash into the open when the sultry sing-song voice of Mrs. Vogt right above us almost caused me to wet my pants! Faced with teeth as big as daggers and growling that would credit a Hound of Hell Mary Helen and I backed away and found ourselves being herded towards the house, and once we realized that the house was safer than the dog we moved along quite smartly. Mary Helen grabbed his hips and pulled him closer so she could grasp his weighty shaft in her slim hand, stretched her mouth over the dark plum of its head and began to bob her head back and forth.
He leaned forward and repeated the statement, even cockier this time, “I said, nothing makes you look good.” “Damn it, Ray. You could have said, ‘You look best with nothing on’ or maybe, ‘You’d look better if you took it off.’ But you actually used ‘Nothing makes you look good’.” I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling as Ray gently lay on top and began kissing me, softly at first and then with more urgency as his tongue explored my mouth. “How could you possibly think a can of cold whipped cream squirted inside me would be a good idea?” Ray sat on the edge of the bed wiping whipped cream off his face and holding the champagne bottle.
“You really slipped a hell of a lot of rum in Kara’s nog,” Allyson whispered, leaning in close to Tru on the sofa. The two of them, along with Fatema and Peri who were seated on the rug, watched as Kara stumbled around the room, semi-delirious. Fatema flashed a scolding frown toward Tru. She said to Kara, “Dinner was amazing! Allyson was about to set aside her present when Kara said, “You have to wear it, Al.” Fatema and Peri gawked and giggled as Tru and Allyson both grabbed hold of the giant dildo and spread their lips around it like two ends of a jumbo dog. Ten minutes later, Kara slumped in her chair, oven mitts over her face and the offending thick, black dildo still in her hand.
She was still wearing the gorgeous camisole when he began massaging her shoulders, but soon sat forward a few inches and lifted her arms in a silent signal that it was time for the garment to come off, and Sam happily removed both it and his tee shirt. He could tell she was getting close to orgasm, and was grateful because he also knew he couldn’t last much longer; the taunting her fingers were performing on him, coupled with the fantasy that had enabled him to while away the time during the slow drive home, had him primed to shoot his load like a horny 16-year-old, but he dutifully held out for her signal.
If you really want to get in the right mood, kiss your partner’s face. If you don’t know how to pleasure a woman orally, ask and allow her hands to guide you. At this point, your partner should be completely relaxed and excited, and then, we’re talking long nights of passion. When you make love to a woman you love, she feels more loved and adored if you stay awake to cuddle and talk to her after the whole episode. This makes your partner feel more wanted and desired. Maintain eye contact all the time, go the extra mile for tender and slow lovemaking. Eye contact during oral s** makes the coupling intimate and exciting.
They were all doing a great job of preparing a gourmet meal, but I was Gordon Ramsay, and this was Kitchen Nightmares , so I just pretended they were incompetent, because it was more fun that way. So from that point on all of the tasting was done by the girls, off of the end of my erect cock. The weirdest bit of the dream was when whipped cream started shooting out of the end of my cock and the girls took turns to use me to decorate cakes. Just as I was laying back feeling tongues lapping at my face and nipples and fingers and balls and cock and toes and....
I said, “You can’t go out there like that, maybe if I suck your cock it will go down.” Looking up at Myron, I said, “Myron, you’re fucking huge.” I kissed the tip of his monster then smiled up at him and said huskily, "You have very beautiful cock, Myron." Looking at Myron’s still swollen cock, I said, “Looks like that blowjob wasn’t fantastic enough.” Using the flood of my excitement, Myron worked the rest of his enormously long and extremely hard cock inside me, finally bottoming out against my cervix. Slowly, Myron withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside my pussy. Later, as my team celebrated our success with Champaign, Roland asked, “So Boss, what was the deal with Myron?”
I sighed and glanced at Emma before looking back at Richard. “She said...” I hesitated and leant in a little closer to Richard so that I could whipser, “...that she would love to suck my pussy while you fuck me.” “Melissa - alla I ddim aros yn hwy - gadewch I ni adael bwyd hwn a mynd,” with that Emma dropped the goods onto the nearest shelf and started to leave. “Look, Richard, you need to come with us – she says she’s desperate and that you look like you could do with a fuck. I turned around to face Emma and sank down on Richard’s cock. By the time I started fucking him, Emma was true to her word.
I was sitting in the passenger seat with my legs and arms crossed, pretending to ignore him as I looked out the window, watching the traffic slowly move by. “Yes, I do but more importantly right now, I want you naked so stop trying to change the subject and take off the dress, beautiful," he teased as he winked at me. I saw him quickly look out the windshield to check traffic before turning towards me, leaning in to pull the material down and take hold of my right breast in his big hand. My lips parted and covered the head of his stiff member and once I enveloped the tip, I immediately felt his fist grip onto my hair and heard him let out a low moan.
He had always been able to satisfy his European girlfriend, Yora, when she wanted oral sex from him, but recently she attended a face sitting class with a friend and now seemed obsessed with it. “Your girlfriend likes oral sex from you but your tongue cannot last as long as she needs for complete satisfaction, am I right?” “You mean a pill can make my tongue hard for a long time?” he asked. Riley recalled the receptionist who signed him in, sitting behind the desk and flashing her legs by crossing them several times as he filled out the forms. She entertained herself on his face for almost thirty minutes and Riley was pleased that it was not uncomfortable to service her because she did all the work, attaining orgasm simply by using his stiff tongue.
Debra looked at the note, cocked her head to one side, sighed and raised an eyebrow. John turned to look at the door, he made eye contact with Debra. Debra watched Janet slowly wank the huge cock in front of her. “You bet it’s fucking real,” said John looking behind him at Debra. She finally let John’s cock slip from her mouth as she sat back and looked at Debra. “Fuck off, go away, you’re so fucking crude sometimes,” replied Debra as she lunged for the door handle, pulled it open and escaped through it; closing it behind her and holding it closed to make sure Janet could not follow.
And by the last one, if i wasn't ready to take a load in my mouth just to get rid of the taste of beer. I have my doubts about the analogy, but I take another sip of the beer, and I admit to myself, it doesn't taste like any load of cum i've ever taken down the hatch. I just sit back, and grab the jizz beer, to rinse the taste of actual jizz out of my mouth, occasionally glancing at him and glowering, even though deep down I knew it was my own damn fault. Not one time did it taste remotely like his fermented jizz beer.
I walk over, standing in a loose circle with the other girls, looking over the man who was just talking. ‟Alright, no worries," he says, ‟now, I'm gonna call out a number, and I want you to put your hand down if you've worked fewer shows than the number I call out. Off the top of my head, I'd say girls that work car shows have like, a 40% chance of getting one of their holes stuffed. By the time I wipe the back of my wrist across my mouth and look up, he's already gone, and shortly thereafter I hear his voice again, calling the ladies together to go over the sales routines for the a.m. crowd.
By the time we reach the senior year of high school, we had both just turned 18 and were looking forward to college. "I know I'm going to do terrible in math," she told me one day on the way home in the school bus. It looked like a typical girl's room: a single frilly bed, a dresser, and a lot of posters of rock and movie stars. When I tried to pull out, it felt like her vise grip was going to pull my dick right off. "Hi, Mr. Johnson," I said, with what could only be described as a 'shit-eating grin.' "This isn't what it looks like."
But when Tatjana turned toward her servant-girl she no longer saw the face of Suzanne. Instead she saw other eyes and noses, a long series, a continuous stream of waving curls and locks, of faces ---thousands, millions, which all appeared and disappeared and reappeared at the same time, which all continually shifted and rejuvenated themselves and which were yet all Suzanne. And Tatjana saw that this mask-like smile, this smile of unity over the flowing forms, this smile of simultaneousness over the thousands of births and deaths ---this smile of Tatjana's and Suzanne's -- was exactly the same as the calm, delicate, impenetrable, perhaps gracious, perhaps mocking, wise, thousand-fold smile of Demeter, Kore, Persephone, Aphrodite, Athena, Hera, Artemis, Gaia, the many-faced Great Goddess, as she the Goddess Herself had seen it in awe a thousand times.
While the others grabbed a table and sent their beer boy Mitch to the bar to grab the first round, Dave worked his way back through the maze of unoccupied short tables and flimsy wicker chairs, and pulled up a seat next to Craig, the alpha male of this crew of dogs. As he felt himself spill past the point of no return, he pulled out of her throat, pushed her head back against the armrest of the couch, then began firing cum missiles onto the front of the bag, dousing the small indentation of her nose and the mouth opening with blast after blast of his massive load.
I didn't try anything elaborate that time, the deep-throats and the cum swallowing and the 69 and the road head would come later but... I can't remember the first time I swallowed his come, I believe it may have been one night in his car, an old Camaro T-top, but from then on a benchmark of our encounters has always been some form of oral service to him. The first time I deepthroated him and felt – amazingly – the head of his cock pop past the back of my throat, the conscious relaxing of muscles and of gag instincts, and his surprised and astounded gasp, he came simultaneously down my throat and has never forgotten it since.
Again, his hands slide under what little there is of my outfit, applying lotion to my crotch and right up the crack of my ass. An older man walks up onto our boat, and I realize I still have no clue what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing. I feel like every pair of eyes there is staring at me, but I realize there are plenty of other women there dressed in as little as i am. I'm still a little confused at this point, because looking around I feel like the car's parked in. So, I drop my head into the lap of a man clearly at least three times my age, and, it's like sucking any other cock.
I hope you two are going to have a nice day out,” she spoke at a rapid clip, “I know we’re looking forward to having a fun night!” She laughed and offered a wink and a teasing shrug of her shoulder before quickly opening her door, backing into her apartment, and slamming it shut. Whatever small victory Carie had felt earlier by shutting Vasily and the woman down with the sexual theatrics she and her cousin had performed had quickly evaporated the moment she saw the flaxen haired woman pressing her plush lips on Vasily’s cheek. Breathing hard, Carie looked at Vasily, his sweat dripping onto her nude body, then back at her next door neighbour.