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So that next Saturday, July sixth, I went to this really nice lingerie shop and start picking out hot outfits for me to wear, guaranteed to bring fireworks from my man, and a spectacular grand finale, too (I hoped). So this hot brunette with the nerdy glasses walks right up to me in the lingerie store, both of us in bra and panties, and she says, “When was the last time you wrapped those amazing legs around a woman’s neck?” Just like that! If you had told me a year and a half ago, that I would be in love with a woman and having beautifully hot sex with her three times a week, and having threesomes (two women and a man) twice a month, I would not have believed you.
I quietly moved down the bed, checked if my collar was in the right place, took a glance at Mistress, and went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. I did as I was told, happy for the approval of my Mistress and knowing that I could trigger her disappointment, and receive punishment, at any time. He knew who my Mistress was, and threatened to tell her that had I disobeyed so I would be punished, if I didn't answer what he was asking and obey him. Then I saw Mistress Serena running, followed by two huge masked men, with perfect modelled muscles in every visible part of their body, and I felt my fear fade a little. This useless slave didn't obey my orders, and she deserves an exemplary punishment!" he told her.
Donna’s eyes close from the anticipation and excitement as ever so lightly Lynn’s tongue brushes Donna’s stiffening nipples and slowly closes her soft moist lips on her nipples….Donna sucks in her breath and slides one hand between her thighs and one hand between the young blonde’s. Sliding her hands down by Lynn’s knees she carefully pulls the young woman’s thighs apart exposing her tight hot wet pussy, a cool breeze from the ceiling fan brushes the hot moistness and Lynn sucks in her breath as Donna’s warm tongue is closing towards the wetness.
Thinking of all those things, it seemed to her that playing with Alice and Gerald was somehow cheating, even though neither she nor Doris had said anything that might lead to a commitment. Alice and Gerald want me to come over this weekend to play, and I feel like I’d be cheating on you. From the time you set it, until it goes off, you will stand in the kitchen, and you will rub circles on your clit with your right hand while you pinch your nipples with your left. The thought suddenly struck her, as she sniffled to herself, that Doris knew she was not going to be able to rub herself for that long without coming.
Alanna stared at her girlfriends smooth naked body and blushes, " Oh, did You want to dry me off, hun?" Layla nods and walked toward the woman dripping water all over the nice tile floor. Layla backed her girlfriend up against the countertop of the sinks and lifted her up onto them, smiling into her eyes as she took in Alanna's sexy body slowly spreading her legs apart. Layla closed her eyes and loved having her tongue dive deep into the layers of her sweetie's delicious cherry pie, working her tongue in and out tickling her clit with the tip of her tongue , she could hear Alanna starting to moan rather loudly and her hands on her head were pulling her down hard on her sex.
Dark lashes flutter over steel-blue eyes, there’s a whisper of a smile, then she’s gone. All I can think about is her - touching her, kissing her, breathing in her scent…spattered applause echoes around the studio and Natalie, dance over, curtsies to her audience. All the time I think of Natalie - her body, her face, her smile. Then, smiling impishly, Natalie pulls away and yanks her sweatshirt over her head, revealing a skimpy vest beneath. Natalie moans, her eyelids flutter and a strand of hair escapes from her bun, springing into a kiss curl above the centre of her forehead. Kissing her lips, my hand returns to her scorching hole, my fingers sliding inside.
If it was anyone else interrupting our love making I'd be annoyed and frustrated, but not with Melanie, she can barge in whenever she likes, we want her to feel comfortable with us and not be intimidated by our relationship. "Everything is your best feature Melanie, you're gorgeous," Hazel tells her, which is true, our sexy friend is female physical perfection as far as we're concerned. I want things to be as they were five minutes ago when everything was perfect, but I can't turn back time, all I can do instead is to look at Melanie to share my sympathy for Hazel with her, and she smiles at me rather weakly.
Kate saw the egg, looked slightly confused as Gwen looked at her and said, “It’s a toy. Kate shook her head no as Gwen continued, “You should it feels amazing.” Gwen then took the egg, turned it on so the soft vibration sound could be heard, while starring at Kate, and put it inside herself. Kate looked at me and said, “Yes ma’am,” and she walked away. Kate blushed again as Gwen said, “Or you could just meet us at Le Chateau Club tomorrow night at 9:30.” Kate blushed, looked around and then said, “I would love to, but I can’t, not here.” Kate blushed at being called a slut, but said, “Yes ma’am.” Gwen then gave her a credit card.
“Happy birthday, oh sexy one!” she grinned, as her round, pretty little breasts mashed hard into my own bigger, fuller tits while we stood facing each other in the lake. Right here on the carpet!” And with that, I climbed on the face-up Kat and rubbed my throbbing, desperately horny clit hard against hers. Kat grinned up at me salaciously, face up beneath me, as she thoroughly rubbed peach lubricant into her pussy. Right on cue, at the thirty-eighth nibble, my pussy exploded onto her lovely face. “Do you think your body can come thirty-eight times in one day?” Kat challenged. “I can still taste your come on my breath, my darling Justine,” Kat winked, kissing me back with love, lust, and passion.
She moves up my body, hot mouth alternating kisses with long sweeps of a cat-like tongue. So when a loud, husky giggle pierces the silence, I let loose a strangled yelp, my heart feeling like it wants to jump out of my mouth and run through the snow until it escapes into the night. She shimmies down my body with cat-like graze until her breath is warm on my cunt, her hands pushing apart my now unbound legs. I can feel the cold band of metal on her left ring finger as her hands clench tightly over my thighs, the only place on her body that isn’t superheated. That image puffs away like smoke when her tongue starts to trace lazy circles around my vulva before any second thoughts can solidify.
‘Entre nous, College,’ said Donna later when we were in bed together, ‘this is what I call a bosom.’ She gently palpated mine as I kissed her ear. Donna and I wandered down to the pub one evening, bought a couple of glasses of wine and sat talking at our usual table by the window. As I recall Donna and I were later indulging in a little bit of mutual exploration when I said, ‘You fancied him, didn’t you?’ Donna’s finger did a little ‘come hither’ motion somewhere deep inside me and I clung to her as the wave of abandonment flowed through me. In fact Donna said she looked like she was having an earthquake!
The thought of her sitting at her desk, reaching a hand down to spread her lovely folds open, started the fire down between my thighs. She kissed over the top of the material of my shirt on my breasts and nipples, and I let out a small whimper. Noelle got a look of lust in her eyes and grabbed one breast in her hand, and suckled the other into her mouth. I went back up and started lightly licking her clit, and I let two fingers slide inside her. “I’ve only just started with you Noelle, don’t relax yet.” A small grin came across her face, and with that, I climbed on top of her and kissed her.
I told my husband that some of the women from the seminar were having a weekend away to catch up and that I wanted to go. Then I realised that I was worried that Lou wouldn’t want me anymore and she was visiting to let me know that she was staying with her husband. She said that counselling helped her over the worst of the guilt but she felt abandoned by her husband when her need was greatest, similar to me. Louise told me she felt the same in her physical relationship with her husband. “What gave it away, the fact that my car is in the driveway, or the fact that I’m standing here talking to you?”
She moaned, as the toy teased her anal crown, “Yes, my husband regularly fucks my arse.” Soon almost the whole cock was buried in her ass and she got really animated, “Oh yes, fuck my arse, hammer me. She screamed again, her left hand rubbing her clit, “Oh my God, yes, yes, fuck it feels so good, don’t stop.” “Oh my God,” Audrey screamed as another orgasm overwhelmed her, “It feels so good, I have never been fucked so completely. I kissed her and then said, “You know your British accent fucking turns me on.” She smiled and said, “You got my number, but my fucks are never quick.”
She chuckled as she said, “It has been many years since I have had the need for such a toy, but the women who come in here tend to like a couple different ones.” She grabbed a black one that was eight inches long and said, “This one is for deep penetration, but I am told, by some very reliable sources, that women love it, especially if it is turned on high.” “It is a tiny little vibrating toy, shaped like an egg, that goes inside you and can tease and please you all day long,” I explained handing her an egg and taking the vibe from her.
We were standing to one side at the exhibition and enjoying a moment together while Donna took the opportunity to sip half a glass of champagne with me before returning to her duties as ‘Guest Relations Officer’ for the event organised by her boss, Miss Denton-Smale. ‘And these,’ she said, stroking my suspender through the long black dress I was wearing and with a mischievous grin in her mis-matched eyes,’ are known as garters. There is no denying Donna when she is set on something and she led me, giggling, to the kitchen where she kissed me passionately and her hand lifted my dress and cupped my pussy. Holding hands we entered the room in which the dinner-dance was to be held and I could almost feel Donna holding her breath.
I was excited to get the letter telling me when she would be coming for a visit one weekend, arriving on the Friday evening. She waited till my shift was over and we left together, on the way to her car she took my arm giving it a squeeze, and said how much she was looking forward to us being together again. I was into the excitement too by this time feeling as randy as hell, and got her to turn onto her back and I pull her bloomers off her legs altogether. Once rested, Emma got up and removed her clothes completely, now naked she climbed back onto the bed and 'walked' with her hands and knees on either side of me.
She pulls me in close and takes me in her arms and says, “You sly girl you.” She gives me a loving kiss and I can feel myself melting into her this time. I let out a soft moan as her slender fingers begin teasing my pussy lips and clit and her mouth nibbles away at my ear. Nonetheless, as her fingers continue to tease me and her mouth moves down to my neck, my moans turn into whimpers, wanting to feel her fingers inside me. When I’m pretty sure another moan isn’t going to burst out of me, my hands begin roaming her fit body; wanting to feel every inch of this amazing woman.
She pulled me closer to her and sucked my neck as she moved me onto my side and ran her hand down my body. She said she wanted to be inside of me, but instead of doing anything about it, ran her hands back up my body and pressed my shoulders down and kissed me until it felt like neither of us could take it anymore. I tried to pull her closer but she stopped and kissed down my neck, down my stomach, and slid a finger inside of her mouth then traced down my body with it. She easily slid her finger inside of me as she kissed my clit and traced her tongue in circles around it, fucking me gently.
I told Tom that Kat was my closest friend (I didn’t tell him yet that she is my lover), and that Dave is her boyfriend (I also omitted that Dave had fucked the living hell out of me about twenty-four hours earlier). I looked Dave in the eye, and I replied, “No, Tom. Last night, I discovered what a truly skilled cock can do to me. At this same time, Dave’s thick eight inches fucked the hell out of Kat on the table, and she was purring like a happy little kitty. My breakup with Tom still hurt like hell, even after all that wonderful oral sex and hot fucking with Kat and Dave.
I slowly start to run my hand all over your body. Kissing your neck and your back, running my hand up to your breast, massaging it slowly. The towel slowly drifts from your body, allowing me once again to feel your naked skin against mine. With this I start to stroke you harder, nibbling on your neck, kissing you softly. I stroked you harder and faster, your moans got louder and I leaned in and kissed you as you reached your peak. Your legs open and I set my body between it and entered my fingers back into you, you moaned and encouraged me to go on, I start to stroke you, your wetness covering my fingers.
I froze, all I could hear was the zipper parting and then the dark silk fluttered to the floor leaving Julie in her sheer black thigh highs and heels, no panties and no bra as such, just two strips of adhesive tape to hold her firm breasts in place. Julie smirked and slowly drew a finger along the line of her pussy, “Oh Fuck, Sophie, look what you’ve done to me,” with that she quickly stepped forward and wiped her juice across my lips, slipping her finger into my mouth. Then it stopped and Julie was holding me in her arms, my cheek against her breasts, our cum mixing and drying on her skin, “Sophie, I’m pleased to tell you that you are most definitely lesbian,” she whispered, “Oh, and I very much think I love you.”
As soon as Sasha saw the lust in my eyes she softly let out a moan of approval. I kissed her neck softly and then took her earlobe into my mouth and gently sucked on it and then nibbled on it. I brought my mouth down and licked her clit softly, Sasha letting a moan pass through her lips. I softly nibbled on her clit and felt her pussy walls clench around my finger. "OH GOD RIGHT THERE," Sasha screamed and threw her head back and she closed her eyes letting the pleasure take control. I continued licking her pussy and let my finger out of her so that I coudl taste her sweet juices.
As the soothing, late afternoon tropical breeze blanketed our sunshine darkened bodies of day one, Daria's fingers ran her anticipation through my hair, vibrating each follicle they touched with appreciation. I continued, albeit more gently, swiping my finger across her g-spot and softly sucked her clitoris with a pulse-and-swallow action, as if drawing her orgasm through her clit, like an extra thick chocolate milkshake through a thin straw. Not until Daria's butt returned to the mattress, and her laboured breathing somewhat normalized, did I remove my mouth and fingers and cuddle her, while she continued to experience the many, tiny after shocks of her orgasm. Daria had abandoned her hat for her hairless head as she, like a little girl experiencing the ocean for the first time, skipped through and kicking high the warm, salty water.