I could hear someone moving around and banging in the cabin next to mine as I began to get settled in my “room”. Not exactly the glamour I had envisioned when I pictured sailing the sapphire seas. When we booked the yacht originally, I had assumed Kelly would get the right accommodations sorted out, it was my first time going with her, after all. I guess when she cancelled, I just went into it blindly, but truth be told I never realized the boat was going to be so small. Beautiful, yes, but a lot more cramped than I expected. I guess with 10 other guests we all had to fit somewhere. We were booked to go to lunch at a beautiful beachside resort in Antalya before departure, so I got changed into a lighter, sexier outfit and headed to meet the group.
Author: istillseeyourface222
First time to his place (part 3) f4m light bdsm, multiple orgasms, oral, squirting
Once I’m flat on my back, with arms and legs restrained once again, the anticipation feels like a physical high. He starts with his mouth and uses the same method as before, but longer, slower licks. As the strokes of his tongue get me going he changes to flicking, riding my sensitivity. Soon he slides a tiny bullet vibe into me and sets it on slow pulse. He expertly responds to my moans and abrupt movements and brings me so close to orgasm, taking out the vibe and waiting a minute before fucking me hard with a silicone dildo, then stopping and letting me writhe around on the brink of orgasm. As I’m flitting around he moves focus to my nipples, neck, or inner thighs, or ass, using his expert fingers and mouth to prevent my senses from have a moment of rest. Once I start to gain the slightest bit of control he moves his mouth from my nipple slowly down my torso, headed for my throbbing pussy. Taking his time, he dances around my clit, torturing me until I’m pleading and again, he withholds my pleasure as soon as I reach the edge. He repeats a variation of this again and again. My entire body is trembling uncontrollably, and my moaning is constant. As soon as he starts it back up, I tell him its time. I can’t take it any longer. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire and my skin is slick with sweat. I’m breathing in short frantic breaths. I don’t know what time it is and I’m feeling euphoric but physically more desperate than I ever remember feeling. He starts back with his mouth and I’m practically bucking off the bed. “Mark, I need you to make me cum now.” With a smirk he begins rubbing his thumb over my clit while fingering my g spot hard, and before no time I’m screaming again. This time instead of the dildo he shoves his cock so hard into me it slams my cervix and keeps slamming as I scream for more. This time he keeps going, hitting me exactly where he knows I like it. He’s moaning now too and I feel so close…my body starts having one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had and as my pussy clenches tight around mark, its clear he isn’t finished. As I cum like I have never cum before mark keeps thrusting and I feel like I’m about to pass out. He senses this and slows his thrusting for a minute to let me regain my composure. I kiss him hard and buck against him to show him I’m ready and he takes his cue. He starts railing me harder than he has before and after a few short seconds I’m cumming and squirting all over him just as I feel him blow his hot creamy load into me. After this he lies letting his full weight hold me to the bed, helping my buzzing body begin to feel a bit more grounded. Kissing me and letting my arms free he brings me a water and looks at me with a shit eating grin before jumping back onto the bed and kissing me deeply. We get under the covers and I confess that I am wayyyyy to hungry to stay in bed. Luckily he had a beautiful dinner waiting in the other room. As I walk slightly behind him holding his hand as he leads me to my dinner I can’t help but wonder how on earth I am going to be able to return the favour… I guess I have until next Saturday to figure it out.
First time to his place (part 2)
“Open your eyes babe…you must have dosed off” I awoke to the sound of Mark’s voice and the feeling of his breath and lips against my ear. He must have been gone for 20-30 minutes. For the first while he kept teasing me with the vibrations, getting me to the absolute edge and turning the toy off completely for minutes at a time. It was blowing my mind how he was able to bring me so close to climax from another room. It made me wonder if he had a camera on me. I do get pretty squirmish and vocal as my orgasm builds and floods over me, so it would probably be easy to tell. Who knows. He is watching me as I come to, looking at the blanket that I had bucked off in one of the frenzied moments before he stopped the vibrations. This is beyond anything that I could have imagined. I feel mildly uncomfortable; vulnerable and embarrassed for him to see me like this, so exposed and helpless… but at the same time, I can feel every nerve ending in my body eagerly awaiting his next move. Reading my mind, he begins to take off his shirt, holding my gaze when he can. He undoes his jeans, pushing them down revealing his familiar hard cock beautifully outlined and secured beneath his black Calvin’s. I couldn’t help but let out a smirk – he loved the way he looked in those Calvin’s, and I can definitely see why. He lowers himself to the bed and brings his body to mine. Letting his hands wander over my skin in all different directions, he covers every inch of me as if taking ownership. He stops abruptly and moves up to straddle my neck and chest, bringing the black cotton covering his erection right to the edge of my lips. I could feel the heat of his cock through the fabric and could almost taste it…I instinctively lift my head to put my lips around it but he only lets my mouth linger for a second and holds my head to the bed. “Not yet babe, I just need to reposition you, I just wanted you to get a taste.” He undoes both wrists but quickly secures them together before moving to my ankles, unbinding them, he allows me to close my legs for a moment. He lies back next to me, letting me rub up to him, rub against his still throbbing cock and he kisses me a few more times before stopping at looking at me. “I want you to turn over. I am going to let your wrists go so you can lie flat on your stomach. Then I am going to secure them again.” He lets me turn over and this time when he secures me he leaves more slack then before, but not before removing the silk panties. I am able to close my legs a little easier, but lying on my stomach I can’t keep my eyes on him. I feel him get on the bed near my feet and immediately his strong grip takes hold of my inner thighs, spreading them with ease and holding them in place. He moves up replacing his hands with his knees, strongly holding me spread for him but leaving his hands free to roam my exposed flesh. Brushing roughly over my pussy lips he moves his hands to my supple ass cheeks first pushing them further apart and then grabbing and deeply kneading and massaging them. He reaches around and shoves a finger in my mouth rolling it over my tongue before removing it and putting the wet finger on my tight pink asshole, brushing over it, teasing its entry. He then leans down and lightly kisses near my hole. Traces his tongue over it in circular motions for a few second and then puts his hands around my hips, “get on your knees” he says before abruptly pulling me onto them.
Coming Home Part 2 [F4M] step siblings isolating
I’ve been absentmindedly wandering around my mom’s neighbourhood for the last 55 minutes; my toes and hands are numb, and the sun is long gone. I don’t actually know what I was thinking when I left but its dawning on me that aimlessly walking around the neighbourhood might not have been the best idea. I was going to come back after he was asleep or something – obviously anger got the best of my thought process – it’s like 9pm at the latest. Speaking to Ali didn’t make me feel better either, it actually made me a bit more uneasy. I reluctantly took the next right back towards our house.
Coming Home Part 1 [F4M] step siblings isolating
This isolation has me fucked up. To think my boyfriend is a big enough prick to ask me for a break during this bullshit is enough to have me lunge across the car choke him out. Reviewing the events of the morning, I shake my head and focus my gaze out the window. He looks over at me, “babe don’t be mad. I just think it will just better for both of us if…” I cant listen to this again. “Can you honestly shut the fuck up? You explained several times this morning and while I understand perfectly, I don’t want to hear it again. Just take me the fuck to my mom’s house please.” I don’t usually get this heated but he knows how I feel about being stuck in the same house as my idiot stepdad. “You know, I can’t help but think this is because I stopped giving you blow jobs, it’s like you’ve decided to punish me for it. I *know* you don’t want to break up with me.” I look at him with daggers in my eyes waiting for a response. I’m ready for a fight. “I don’t want to go over this again either Paige. You *withholding blow jobs* because of a video game is just an example of how fucking controlling you can be, and I don’t want to be stuck with you for however long this is going to last! Go to your moms and well figure it out after this is all done.” He pauses. “*Fuck* you can be difficult.” I can feel our anger lingering in the air and even notice a minute twinge of relief when we turn onto my mom’s street. I jump out as soon as he pulls up, open the back to grab my bags and head straight for the door without a word. I hope he gets infected on the way home, leaving me like this. Halfway up the walk I feel my phone vibrating in my back pocket. My jeans are pretty skin-tight and the vibrations feel kinda good, so I let it ring a couple times before grabbing it at the door. It’s my mom, I cut her off before she can speak. “Hey mom, I’m here. I’m literally at the door, will you come open it so I don’t need to find my key?” “Of course, I’ll come down now. The reason I’m calling though is because I wanted to give you a heads up before you got here…Jason’s school was cancelled so he’s coming to stay as well.” Great. More fantastic news. “And why isn’t he staying at his own mom’s house?” I ask directly, ignoring the soft tone in my mother’s voice. “Is he not allowed to stay with his *father* Paige? Come on. I know you’ve had a rough few days but you’re a guest in this house just like he is. He’s younger than you and his university year is up in the air, cut him some slack.” Her soft tone was now one of impatience. “I’ll cut him some slack, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to acknowledge him.” I can hear her on the other side of the door now and she opens it, giving me an unamused look. “Oh and Paige?” I meet her gaze. “Your grandmother’s nurse is needed at the hospital, so she will be staying with us as well. I have given her your old room.”
First time to his place (part 1)
I’ve been walking for about 15 minutes when I start to feel the sting of the cold in my cheeks. I check my phone to see how much longer the walk is going to take and start daydreaming about what his house will be like. 6 more minutes.
The times he came to my place he was so comfortable with himself, well dressed and charming – it was hard not to let my imagination get carried away with the possibilities. Someone like him surely had very refined tastes…right? I start to remind myself not to get my hopes up – I always get so weird with going to people’s houses for the first time – intimate partners anyways. 6:30pm is a bit early for dinner, I think to myself, starting to feel a twinge of anxiety mixed with agitation. What am I doing? I hate situations that are out of my control, I should have just had him come over to mine again. As my thoughts became more frantic I realize I have arrived at my destination. It was an original Victorian home that appeared to be refinished beautifully; I was right about the taste. I hesitate before ringing the doorbell, but the cold in my cheeks serves as a kick in the ass and I go for it. I hear his footsteps and as he opens the door our eyes meet, and a sexy and sultry smile crosses his face. I feel my stomach drop into my lower pelvic area. “Just the girl I’ve been waiting for” he says cheekily as he shows me in. There are so many gorgeous antiques, rugs and paintings, and looking around I immediately start to feel drawn in. He leads me towards the kitchen and I can smell the beginnings of something delicious.