Author: ScarletPantyPrincess

Kissing Cousins [F][STR][Incest]

We knew it was wrong. We knew it the first time we kissed in the rec room at Thanksgiving. We knew it when we groped each other in the pool at the summer family reunion when nobody was looking. We knew it when we snuck off to the pool house and I gave him a blow job until he came in my mouth. We knew it the first time we had sex in my parents basement when his parents had come to visit.

If our parents ever found out, I had no idea what they would do.

It had been two years since we had seen each other and I was seeing David. I met him in my last year of high school and we had been dating about six months when we finally graduated. David had gone to college about an hour away and I missed him like crazy. It had been about three weeks since I had last seen him and we talked every day on the phone. I stayed at home and went to college close by to save money. It was a sacrifice but I knew it would be worth it in the end when David and I could be together and have a bright future. Read more »

Torture[M][str][femdom][non-con][anal]

Torture

The room spun around me, the scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I tried to make sense of the scene around me. To my right I saw long beige curtains flowing down over a dark hardwood floor, streaks of light danced past the fabric and streamed rays of white onto the tan walls around me. To the left I saw an oak nightstand, on the surface sat a lamp and an array of toys and tools spread out for convenience. From left to right there was a string of blue anal beads, a long pink vibrating dildo, a black butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and a ball gag mask. Read more »

Torture[F][M][Msub][Fdom][nc][anal]

Torture

The room spun around me, the scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I tried to make sense of the scene around me. To my right I saw long beige curtains flowing down over a dark hardwood floor, streaks of light danced past the fabric and streamed rays of white onto the tan walls around me. To the left I saw an oak nightstand, on the surface sat a lamp and an array of toys and tools spread out for convenience. From left to right there was a string of blue anal beads, a long pink vibrating dildo, a black butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and a ball gag mask. Read more »

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.

Shoe Slut 3

I couldn’t take them off. They had caught my eye as I walked past a designer shoe store in the mall. It was so innocent, I had gone to pick up a parcel for my mother and there they were. It couldn’t hurt to try them on, could it? They were incredible. The pink matte surface was clean and looked perfect with my skin tone, I just couldn’t resist. The six inch heels made my calves stand out beautifully, my legs looked like a supermodel and my posture made my ass so round and perky. The two inch platforms gave me the height I had always wanted. The cute peep toes revealed my beautifully french pedicured toenails. There was nothing about this pair of heavenly shoes that wasn’t perfect.
I must have tried them on for over half an hour in the store, the girl behind the counter had asked me twice if I needed assistant and I just brushed her off and admired my lovely feet. I sat for a few more moments, debating internally with myself. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to have them and as I stared at the nearly thousand dollar price tag I realized what I would have to do.
‘Bill…I need to talk to you.’ I texted him and hit send with my teeth grinding from nervousness. I tapped the toes of the Lady Peeps against the tile floor nervously as I awaited his reply. Finally after about five painful minutes of waiting, I heard the familiar ding sound from my phone.
‘I’m listening.’ Came his response.
‘I found this gorgeous pair of shoes! They’re just beautiful and, well here let me show them to you.’ I replied. I snapped a picture of my feet in the shoes and sent the picture to Bill.
‘How much’ was his only comment. I typed in the price and sat silently with my thumb over the ‘send’ button. I knew that if he bought me these shoes I would owe him. They were the most expensive pair I had come across and I was afraid of what he would want in return for such an extravagant gift. After a few anxious moments I sent the price and immediately my phone sounded.
‘Put it on my credit card Kendal. Once you have them, come on over to my place.’ My God. What did he want from me? I removed the shoes and placed them gingerly into their box. I walked with them to the encounter and gave the girl his credit card number from memory as I responded to his generous reply.
‘What do I have to do? I mean…what do you want from me for this?’ No Response. My feet were itching in my old, worn out flats, just begging to return to their Pink Patent home. They deserved this, they needed it. I finished the transaction and made my way to my car in the mall parking lot, the most fabulous shoes locked up in their box in a plastic bag hanging from my wrist. My mind was racing with possibilities. What did he want me to do for these shoes? What would I have to reduce myself to for the gift of beautiful feet? These were very expensive, more so than any other pair he had bought me so far. He must want something more than just pictures this time, but what? I was filled with fear, curiosity and intrigue.
I arrived at Bill’s house and shuffled my way to the door. Anxiety made my cheeks as pink as my new shoes. I knocked on the front door and my stomach turned as Bill opened the door and gestured me inside. I sheepishly entered and began walking towards the couch when Bill stopped me. He grasped my hand and without a word he led me to the bedroom. I followed instinctively and we sat on the bed together, Bill fishing through my shopping bag and pulling out the shoes that had brought me here.
Bill knelt in front of me and placed the Lady Peeps over my aching arches. They felt like tall pink clouds hugging my toes. I gasped as he ran his hands up my smooth legs and spread my knees apart. He slipped his fingers underneath my denim shorts and grazed my moistened panties. I flinched and tried to push his hands away.
“Bill, I just can’t do that again, I was so…ashamed after the last time. I just dont think I can bring myself to do that again. I’ll Do anything to pay you back…pictures, cleaning, I just don’t want to do anything sexual. Please Bill…” I pleaded, clenching my knees together. His sweet smile turned into an evil smirk and he pushed me back on the bed. Before I could protest he grabbed onto the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He yanked my shorts from around my feet, shoes still curved perfectly around my heels. He tossed my bottoms across the room and I was left laying on his bed on my back, naked pussy dripping onto his comforter.
“Bill, no, please I just don’t think I can do this again!” I protested. Bill stood at the end of the bed and looked down at my helpless, half naked body as he dropped his pants. I felt like such a toy. My cunt was aching and ready, though I didn’t want to admit it. Bill grabbed my legs and lifted my feet in front of his face. He caressed the firm pink shells that surrounded my feet and rotated my ankles, showing me what he had given me. I inhaled sharply as I was reminded of what I was working for. As my eyes focuses on the Barbie heels that I so adored, Bill entered me. But, it wasn’t my gushing pussy that he was interested in.
I felt his thick, hard manhood push hard against my tight ass hole unexpectedly. I gasped and clenched every muscle in my body, letting out a surprised yelp as I tried to push him away.
“Bill! No, you know I can’t do anal!” I shouted, trying to squirm backwards away from him. It was no use, he held my legs up with one hand wrapped around my ankles, and the other hand gripped onto my hip and thrusted again into me.
“Ha!” He laughed at my pain “a thousand fucking dollars for these and you actually think you have a say in the matter? Haha I’ll fuck any hole I want and you will fucking like it, slut!”
Pain shot through me like a knife stabbing through flesh. Searing pain radiated through me as he penetrated my taught, dry hole. He didn’t care about my begging or my screams of pain, he pressed himself against my firm ass and pushed further. Deeper. I howled and groaned, teeth clenched and white knuckles clasped around his hands trying to pry him away. It was no use. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
“Bill! Please!” I screamed, trying to fight him away but weakened from the stinging pain. Tears welled in my eyes and my dry throat cracked and I sobbed. He gripped my thighs and pounded my aching ass hole without a single thought to my discomfort and fear. He groaned and moaned in pleasure as he humped my ass, his dry cock rubbing against my burning skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the hard soles of my shoes. His jaw was tight and his teeth were grinding together as he came closer and closer to climax. I was horrified, afraid, friction swelling my anus.
“Mm shit girl, you love being my dirty little cum whore don’t you? You know these shoes are worth it, you love being just a hole for me to blow my load in because that’s all you’re good for!” He laughed as he thrusted hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I thought that all I had wanted was a pair of shoes but a pat of me knew that I had wanted this. A part of me know that all I was in this world was a hole for him to cum in. I was a slut, a whore, a prostitute to be used and abused and raped and then thrown away. I was just a set of holes for him to fuck and then toss aside, a plaything. As dry and painful as it felt, my oussy still gushed at the idea of being his fuck toy. I stared up at my shoes as he raped my stinging ass hole, the sight of them brought me comfort. I closed my eyes and my hands dropped to my side, resting on the bed. I laid still and allowed Bill to use me as a sex toy, not making a sound. I just imagined walking through the streets in my new shoes, the knowing glares of passers by as they watch my tilted stride. They will know what I was, they will know what I did for these shoes. They will know as the cum drips from my ass and down my thighs as I walk, and I will smile.
“Fuck, oh fuck yeah Kendal I’m gonna fill that ass up!” He grunted, shaking me from my fantasy. I was ready, I wanted it. The pain never let up as his pace quickened but now I welcomed it. I moaned quietly so as not to let him now the pleasure I felt, tears still falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at Bills red face and as he neared orgasm, the shame crashed over me like a wave meeting the shore. His cruel smile pierced my soul and I couldn’t stand it anymore. No shoes were worth reducing myself to this, how could I be such a filthy whore?
“N-no, Bill no! Oh God please dont I can’t do this! It hurts!” I screamed to him, my fingers grasping at his clenched hands trying to free my legs from his grasp. But it was too late. I was not a woman anymore. I was a shoe slut only meant for his pleasure.
“Oooh shit! Yeah baby take that load like a good little cum dumpster!” He groaned as he released his creamy load deep inside me. I felt his juices gushing out of my raw hole, soaking the bed underneath me. He let out one last moan and then smacked my ass hard as he pulled his softened cock from my stretched sphincter.
I felt his cum dribble from my gaping ass as I laid in shock, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Bill wiped the last drop of cum off of the tip of his cock onto my thigh. He pulled his pants up and smoothed his shirt.
“Clean yourself up and close the door when you leave baby. Text me for your next pair of shoes.” He said, strutting out of the bedroom door.
“I’m not doing this again…” I muttered. “I don’t want to see you ever again, Bill.” My eyes welled with tears, but not from pain, from humiliation. I felt used. But more than that, I felt like less of a person. It killed me how much I enjoyed being held down and fucked like nothing more than an object. I just needed to be strong, to separate myself from all of this. I couldn’t do it again.
I sat up carefully, my aching hole so tender. I sat on the end of the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat and stared at him as he leaned against the door frame.
“Hmm, text me for your next pair, Kendal.” He repeated and turned away, leaving me half naked and alone in his bedroom. I looked down at my pink peeps and sobbed into my hands.
So pretty.

Dickhiker

The skies were clear and the roads abandoned as I made my way through the long stretch towards home. After a long trip I was uncomfortable and tired, nothing of interest on the road for hours. That is, until I came across Angela. I rounded a curve in the road and as the shrubbery cleared there she was, standing along the edge of the path. Her thumb was out and she had a black duffle bag hanging from her outstretched arm. Her denim shorts hugged her hips tight and her tan blouse barely covered her firm, prominent breasts. Her jet black hair was tied back in a messy bun and her eyes were dark and smoky.
Normally I wouldn’t consider picking up a stranger on an empty country road, but what harm could this petite girl do? I pulled the car to the side of the road a few meters away from her and watched as she scrambled to the passenger door. She tossed her bag carelessly into the back seat and hopped up into the seat next to me.
“Thank you so so much! Nobody else has been down this road for hours!” She beamed, slamming the door as she settled in for the ride. I looked over at her shyly. I hadn’t realized how pretty she was at first, but now I suddenly felt flustered.
“Oh, uh- yeah, no problem. So, where are you headed?” I mumbled nervously, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh just that way!” She giggled, pointing down the road, “I’ll know when I get there. I’m Angela by the way.” I told her my name and we shook hands, her skin was soft and her black chipped nail polish was endearing.
“I hope you like company because I could drive a while with you, if you like having a pretty girl to hang out with.”
She smirked. We exchanged a smile and I laughed softly as I put the car into gear. We started down the road and made small talk for about an hour. After a while we ran out of things to say and sat in silence, the night progressing and the sky getting slowly greyer. With hours more on the road before the nearest motel I started to get anxious. I looked over at her for a moment and then back at the road. Something flickered in my mind and I looked back at her for a moment. My gaze landed in her lap and that was when I noticed it. A very noticeable bulge under her denim shorts.
I couldn’t help but stare. They were short and tight and I felt a subtle twinge underneath my own pants. I continued to stare until Angela looked over at me. I nonchalantly averted my gaze back to the road, hoping that she didn’t notice what I had been looking at. When a few moments had passed and Angela had turned her attention out her window again, I snuck another peek. This time, something was different. My eyes wandered down to her crotch and there it was. A long, errect cock sticking out the side of her shorts. I must have stared far too long in shock because I caught myself veering off the road and had to quickly adjust the wheel. I heard Angela giggle at me and I smiled anxiously. I looked back at her and saw that she was looking right at me, her smile was wicked and she knew how nervous I was.
“Surprised?” She asked coyly. I felt sweat dripping down my brow and my fingers were gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white. I stuttered an incomprehensible response that even I couldn’t understand and she began to stroke her cock as she stared at me. I didn’t know what to do. When I first saw her get into my car I was attracted to her, but I hadn’t had any thoughts of anything happening. Now suddenly faced with her exposed cock, I felt a stirring in my pants. My face got hot and I was sweating profusely. Was it her dick that made me feel this way? A hundred thoughts swam through my mind and I felt a mixture of emotions build. Curiosity, shame, arousal, confusion. All at once it built up inside me and I felt flush.
“You like what you see?” She asked. Her hand slowly made its way to my thigh. She squeezed and slid her fingers up to my bulge. I felt my erection twitch and I struggled with the desire to release it from its denim prison. Confusion fluttered in my mind but before I could come to terms with what I was feeling, Angela had reached over and unzipped my jeans. I took a deep breath and allowed her to pull my cock out. Her hands stroked and massage my swollen head and I struggled to keep my eyes on the road as I felt her lean over my lap.
Her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and I felt her tongue dance down my shaft. Such a tease. I continued staring down the road as she sucked my dick, now and then glancing over and watching her stroke her own erection. Her mouth was magical, she licked and sucked on me like a porn star and I could barely contain my joy as I glided down the abandoned road. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, but was in actuality most likely only a few minutes, I decided the best course of action would be to pull the car over and continue the fun in a stationary position.
I pulled over onto the dirt path and put the car in park. Angelas mouth never left my cock and I sat back and watched as she deep throated me. I reached my arm over her and let my hand fall gently onto her back. I’ve always been a shy guy and was still a little nervous. I slid my hand up the back of her top and felt her smooth skin. My head rested back against the seat and I moaned quietly as I caressed her back. I felt her reposition herself, her lips still sliding up and down my pulsing rod. When I looked down at her again, I saw that she had unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her erection out. I could clearly see her full shaft and balls completely exposed. I was so confused as this sight made my tingle and twitch. I was even more turned on by this than her actually sucking my dick and it felt strange and good at the same time.
My eyes darted back and forth between her pretty face looking up at me as she gobbled my cock, and to her thick, hard dick. My eyes fluttered and I was getting closer and closer to climax. But there was something I wanted to do, something I was both ashamed and excited for. I knew that she wanted it too, and I took a deep breath and reached down over her shoulder. I grabbed onto her throbbing cock and felt it twitch in my hand. I gently squeezed and stroked up the shaft. The tip gushed a healthy dose of precum at my grasp and Angela moaned, her lips vibrating around my sensitive head.
That moment, that was what pushed me over the edge. Her milky cream dripping down her knob and onto my fingers, her pink lips sliding up and down my pole. I gripped onto the edge of my seat with my left hand and grabbed her cock tightly with the right. I grunted loudly and thrusted my dick up further down her throat. My cock pumped string after string of warm cum into Angela’s mouth. I felt it gushing out between her lips and watched as she swallowed as much as she could. I looked over and realized I had been furiously jerking her off as I came and as she swallowed the last drop of my juices and lifted her head up from my lap, she let out a deep, satisfied moan and released. Hot cream shot from her penis and sprayed all over the seat of the car and my hand. She twitched and writhed as she leaned over me, cumming long ropes and groaning in pleasure.
When she had gushed the last bit of cum from her swollen tip, she pushed herself up off of my lap and sat back in her seat. Cum drenched her shorts and her seat, it dripped down my stick shift and covered my hand. I, too, sat back in my seat, a look of satisfaction and realization on my face. My now limp cock stuck out of my zipper and her laid across her moist thigh. We sat in the car together in silence for a moment until Angela looked over at me and said the words that lead to the most amazing day of my life.
“Round two?”

Dickhiker

The skies were clear and the roads abandoned as I made my way through the long stretch towards home. After a long trip I was uncomfortable and tired, nothing of interest on the road for hours. That is, until I came across Angela. I rounded a curve in the road and as the shrubbery cleared there she was, standing along the edge of the path. Her thumb was out and she had a black duffle bag hanging from her outstretched arm. Her denim shorts hugged her hips tight and her tan blouse barely covered her firm, prominent breasts. Her jet black hair was tied back in a messy bun and her eyes were dark and smoky.
Normally I wouldn’t consider picking up a stranger on an empty country road, but what harm could this petite girl do? I pulled the car to the side of the road a few meters away from her and watched as she scrambled to the passenger door. She tossed her bag carelessly into the back seat and hopped up into the seat next to me.
“Thank you so so much! Nobody else has been down this road for hours!” She beamed, slamming the door as she settled in for the ride. I looked over at her shyly. I hadn’t realized how pretty she was at first, but now I suddenly felt flustered.
“Oh, uh- yeah, no problem. So, where are you headed?” I mumbled nervously, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh just that way!” She giggled, pointing down the road, “I’ll know when I get there. I’m Angela by the way.” I told her my name and we shook hands, her skin was soft and her black chipped nail polish was endearing.
“I hope you like company because I could drive a while with you, if you like having a pretty girl to hang out with.”
She smirked. We exchanged a smile and I laughed softly as I put the car into gear. We started down the road and made small talk for about an hour. After a while we ran out of things to say and sat in silence, the night progressing and the sky getting slowly greyer. With hours more on the road before the nearest motel I started to get anxious. I looked over at her for a moment and then back at the road. Something flickered in my mind and I looked back at her for a moment. My gaze landed in her lap and that was when I noticed it. A very noticeable bulge under her denim shorts.
I couldn’t help but stare. They were short and tight and I felt a subtle twinge underneath my own pants. I continued to stare until Angela looked over at me. I nonchalantly averted my gaze back to the road, hoping that she didn’t notice what I had been looking at. When a few moments had passed and Angela had turned her attention out her window again, I snuck another peek. This time, something was different. My eyes wandered down to her crotch and there it was. A long, errect cock sticking out the side of her shorts. I must have stared far too long in shock because I caught myself veering off the road and had to quickly adjust the wheel. I heard Angela giggle at me and I smiled anxiously. I looked back at her and saw that she was looking right at me, her smile was wicked and she knew how nervous I was.
“Surprised?” She asked coyly. I felt sweat dripping down my brow and my fingers were gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white. I stuttered an incomprehensible response that even I couldn’t understand and she began to stroke her cock as she stared at me. I didn’t know what to do. When I first saw her get into my car I was attracted to her, but I hadn’t had any thoughts of anything happening. Now suddenly faced with her exposed cock, I felt a stirring in my pants. My face got hot and I was sweating profusely. Was it her dick that made me feel this way? A hundred thoughts swam through my mind and I felt a mixture of emotions build. Curiosity, shame, arousal, confusion. All at once it built up inside me and I felt flush.
“You like what you see?” She asked. Her hand slowly made its way to my thigh. She squeezed and slid her fingers up to my bulge. I felt my erection twitch and I struggled with the desire to release it from its denim prison. Confusion fluttered in my mind but before I could come to terms with what I was feeling, Angela had reached over and unzipped my jeans. I took a deep breath and allowed her to pull my cock out. Her hands stroked and massage my swollen head and I struggled to keep my eyes on the road as I felt her lean over my lap.
Her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and I felt her tongue dance down my shaft. Such a tease. I continued staring down the road as she sucked my dick, now and then glancing over and watching her stroke her own erection. Her mouth was magical, she licked and sucked on me like a porn star and I could barely contain my joy as I glided down the abandoned road. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, but was in actuality most likely only a few minutes, I decided the best course of action would be to pull the car over and continue the fun in a stationary position.
I pulled over onto the dirt path and put the car in park. Angelas mouth never left my cock and I sat back and watched as she deep throated me. I reached my arm over her and let my hand fall gently onto her back. I’ve always been a shy guy and was still a little nervous. I slid my hand up the back of her top and felt her smooth skin. My head rested back against the seat and I moaned quietly as I caressed her back. I felt her reposition herself, her lips still sliding up and down my pulsing rod. When I looked down at her again, I saw that she had unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her erection out. I could clearly see her full shaft and balls completely exposed. I was so confused as this sight made my tingle and twitch. I was even more turned on by this than her actually sucking my dick and it felt strange and good at the same time.
My eyes darted back and forth between her pretty face looking up at me as she gobbled my cock, and to her thick, hard dick. My eyes fluttered and I was getting closer and closer to climax. But there was something I wanted to do, something I was both ashamed and excited for. I knew that she wanted it too, and I took a deep breath and reached down over her shoulder. I grabbed onto her throbbing cock and felt it twitch in my hand. I gently squeezed and stroked up the shaft. The tip gushed a healthy dose of precum at my grasp and Angela moaned, her lips vibrating around my sensitive head.
That moment, that was what pushed me over the edge. Her milky cream dripping down her knob and onto my fingers, her pink lips sliding up and down my pole. I gripped onto the edge of my seat with my left hand and grabbed her cock tightly with the right. I grunted loudly and thrusted my dick up further down her throat. My cock pumped string after string of warm cum into Angela’s mouth. I felt it gushing out between her lips and watched as she swallowed as much as she could. I looked over and realized I had been furiously jerking her off as I came and as she swallowed the last drop of my juices and lifted her head up from my lap, she let out a deep, satisfied moan and released. Hot cream shot from her penis and sprayed all over the seat of the car and my hand. She twitched and writhed as she leaned over me, cumming long ropes and groaning in pleasure.
When she had gushed the last bit of cum from her swollen tip, she pushed herself up off of my lap and sat back in her seat. Cum drenched her shorts and her seat, it dripped down my stick shift and covered my hand. I, too, sat back in my seat, a look of satisfaction and realization on my face. My now limp cock stuck out of my zipper and her laid across her moist thigh. We sat in the car together in silence for a moment until Angela looked over at me and said the words that lead to the most amazing day of my life.
“Round two?”

The Stalker Part 2 – 2nd Half

He explored and analyzed every inch of my mouth, he was so inexperienced but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He wanted it, I could feel it, the way he pressed his body close to mine and writhed over top of me like a horny teenager. I struggled as much as I could but I was still too weak and the dizziness bore into my brain like a drill. I resigned myself to the kiss and kept my head still to keep from vomiting and just let him ravage my mouth with his tongue. I layed there and accepted his affection no matter how wrong it was, but it still makes me sick to think about his hard cock thrusting between my pussy lips as he breathed heavily into my mouth.
I had no idea where Anita had gone, when Eliot climbed over me she disappeared and I feared what she was planning behind the scenes. In that moment, though, I was more worried about Eliot. He was pressing himself against me, I felt his bony hips stabbing into my thighs as he thrusted forward. His mouth was tight against mine and I didn’t have the energy to pull away from him to protest. Each time he thrusted his cock got closer and closer to entering me. Every time he moved I cringed and braced myself, waiting for the impact of his long rod. He was a thin boy not in any kind of shape and had never played sports or been very active when he was growing up. This caused him to work up a sweat very easily at minor activity and he was already perspiring profusely as he leaned over me. His arms were shaking as he tried to hold himself up, he could barely hold his own head up and he wheezed, already running out of breath.
However exhausted he already was, his lips never released mine. I felt my arms loosen up a bit and I tried to move them a bit to get the blood flowing. I wiggled my fingers and contracted my muscles until I managed to pull my hands up the mattress so that they lay spread out beside me. Eliot’s hands were propped up under my arms and his forearm brushed against my breast. With one final thrust it finally happened, I felt my son’s erection slide easily into my waiting pussy. It wasn’t huge and my cunt was already so used up but I could still feel it tight inside me. I felt so sick and disgusting but I hadn’t felt a dick in over a decade. Anita was right, it had been so long for me and even like this, it felt so right. No. Bad.
His arms were shaking so hard I knew he couldn’t hold himself up in this position for very much longer and I hoped that if I could weaken his stance I could manage to get myself up once he had given up. I had no sooner had this thought before Eliot surprised me. Instead of rolling off of me or climbing down from the bed, he bent his arms and laid himself down on top of me. Even with his small frame his body weight was enough to pin me down to the bed, I knew I would never have the strength to push him away, but with him so close I thought perhaps I could whisper into his ear.
Eliot finally released me from our kiss and breathed heavy into my face. He rested his face against mine, his chin on my left shoulder as he slowly began to slip in and out in a smooth and sensual motion. With my mouth now free and moist I whispered into his ear.
“Eliot-” I managed to speak, my voice cracked but I continued with the time that I had. “Eliot, please, this isn’t what I want. Anita-” I felt a warm hand cover my mouth and my eyes darted to the right to see Anita crawling onto the bed beside me. She was completely dressed and her wet hair was tied back now in a messy, sweaty bun. Her fingers clasped over my lips and with Eliot holding me down, I had no way to escape. Eliot hadn’t seemed to notice Anita in the room or in the bed, he was too preoccupied with penetrating me. Anita leaned in and whispered into his ear as if she were me.
“Anita took care of me. But this is what I need, Eliot. My son.” Her accent was thick there was no way he could think it was me. But he didn’t seem to care. His hormones took control and his exhausted little body suddenly pressed forward. He began to hump me like a dog in heat, his cock thrusting in and out and his body heaving over me. His breath quickened and I heard him groan into the pillow loudly. He was muttering to himself, or maybe to me, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying until he lifted his face from the cushion and pressed his lips to me ear. His tongue darted in and out, playing and caressing me earlobe. He whispered sweet dirty things to me and a shiver ran down my spine.
“Mom, God you feel so fucking good.” His voice was high pitched and awkward but I could hear the desire and the passion in his voice as he fucked me. A thought occurred to me while his cock filled me and just as the questioned entered my mind, it was confirmed.
“Mom-” his voice cracked and he gasped into my cheek “I can’t believe I’m losing my virginity to you!” Oh my God. My boys first time, his descent into manhood. He was finally a true man now and it was because he was raping me. I felt filthy, not just for me but for him. I couldn’t let this scar him, I couldn’t let him remember this night for what it really was. I had to make sure he went on with his life as normal as possible. It killed me to do this, and I looked into Anita’s satisfied eyes as she uncovered my mouth. Her plan had worked and she knew it, she watched closely as I accepted my fate. I was filled with disgust, but as my entire life had been about Eliot, so this night would be as well.
“Eliot, you are a good boy for taking care of Mommy…” I swallowed hard, barely able to open my mouth for the feeling of vomit surfaced again. I fought through it. For him. “Fuck Mommy, baby.”
Shame bubbled in my stomach as my son’s cock hit my g-spot. The pleasure was immediate and even after so much abuse my pussy still tightened around his shaft and began to drip around that young cock. At hearing my words he moaned loudly and humped me faster. His cock slammed deep into my box and if I didn’t know better I would say I could feel his precum coating me on the inside. The pleasure he was grunting into my ear was all but too much. My pussy throbbed and my legs shook, a long dick was finally inside me after all this time and though my mind was racing with hate and fear, my body accepted the friction between us gladly and it reacted accordingly. I could feel Eliot’s heart beat against my chest and out bodies writhed in unison. My breathing was erratic and I found myself moaning at him, my fingers found their way to his sides and my nails dug into his flesh as the intensity of the moment took over.
My God. A rock hard cock inside me after a lifetime of loneliness. A man who desires me and wants me so badly felt so good between my legs. I should have felt worse. I should have been screaming for help but instead I found myself screaming in pleasure. My voice was hoarse and raspy, the cries gurgled in my throat and my nails dug deeper into Eliot’s sides. I was so afraid. Afraid to enjoy it. Afraid to let this happen to me. Afraid that when all of this was over my relationship with Eliot would be changed forever. His pace quickened again and I was suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure radiating from my center. My pussy pulsed and contracted. My fingers clenched and grasped at Eliot’s hips. My legs ached and shook and an intense orgasm shot through my body like lightning. Everything was burning, my poor used up cunt was just stinging as I screamed into Eliot’s ear.
“Fuck! Ooh God!” I cried. Just as I came Eliot pushed himself up again and looked into my eyes. The orgasm was shattered by a fierce sense of humiliation and regret. I had let my own son penetrate me, fuck me, make me cum! What the hell was wrong with me! I felt a shiver run over my flesh and I turned my face away from Eliot so he wouldn’t see the tear that was now running down my cheek. I just thanked God that he didn’t cum inside me. But I was thanking him far too early. Eliot continued to pump and moan, the sounds of my orgasming to his touch had just spurred him on and it looks as if he may explode right then. I bit my lip hard and debated with myself over whether or not I should stop him. Would it be worse if he knew what he had really been doing, or would filling me up with his seed be the worst possible scenario. I wondered and fought a battle in my mind but before I came to any kind of conclusion, it stopped. Anita.
She had put her hand on his shoulder and guided him away. I felt his smooth shaft rub against my pussy lips as he pulled out. My own juiced dripped down my ass cheeks and I let out a sigh of relief from the pressure leaving my body. I closed my eyes from a split second only to feel Anita’s hands on me. She grabbed onto my shoulder and my hip, spinning me around until I was face down on the mattress. When I could no longer see either of them or what they were doing I felt four hands all over me. Touching, groping, exploring. Eliot had such small delicate hands, I couldn’t make out what hands were where but I knew that they were both fondling me. I felt a strong grip on my ass, another hand smacked the other cheek and I winced in pain. Two more hands grasped my pelvis and pulled me up, stuffing a sweat soaked pillow under my hips so that my ass was propped up and my fave was buried in the bed. I was still too weak to move much, i was just able to rest my arms under my head and clutch at the sheet, biting down hard on it to stifle the desire to vomit. Sweat poured from my face and dampened the sheet beneath me, i could feel two hands now on my ass and could just barely hear Anita’s instructions to Eliot.
“Now, this is a good position for you sweetie, because you can grab onto those hips and pound the shit out of her as much as you like without getting tired.” The way she spoke was as if she were a teacher instructing a student on a simple math problem. So matter of fact, so precise and caring. She really was psychotic. “Now grab right here, there you go, that way you get more leverage and you can give her what she really needs.” Please, no more.
“But-” Eliot was hesitant as his fingers hooked around my pelvic bone as Anita had showed him “she came, right?” He queried. I heard anita laugh maniacally.
“Oh honey! You have to make her cum more than just once! She has been your mother for eighteen long and burdened years! You owe her more than one measly little orgasm to repay her for everything she has given up for you, now isn’t that right?” Eliot nodded and I could sense his shame. No! That Bitch was not going to get away with this, I couldn’t let her. I pushed myself up with my arms, trying to move my sore, brittle muscles. I managed to prop myself up on my elbows and as I turned to look at Eliot over my shoulder, I felt him grip my hips hard and thrust his cock into my swollen pussy. God it hurt! His voracity was unstoppable. I found myself crying out his name and squealing in pain as he hammered into me over and over and over. I couldn’t say a word without being drowned out by Eliot’s enthusiastic grunting and Anitas cries of encouragement. It wouldn’t stop, I knew it wouldn’t. Not until Anita was satisfied with this sick game she was playing with us.
I just couldn’t stop fighting back, I felt like I needed to do something. There was nothing I could do to stop Eliot from fucking me, nothing that wouldn’t destroy him, that wouldn’t destroy our family. I bit my lip, clutched the headboard with one hand and let my son thrust in and out until I was raw. It wasn’t until Eliot started grunting loud and moaning ‘mom, mom!’ That I realized he was getting close to cumming. I suddenly felt Anita’s hand groping my breasts. She had crawled onto the bed next to me and she reach her arms around me and caressed my nipples, pinching and tweaking as I moaned. They were so sensitive and my nerves were firing like lighting under my skin, Anita reached one hand down and rubbed my inflamed clit hard. It was so intense and painful I couldn’t help but to tense every muscle in my body and straighten my legs in anticipation for another orgasm. But Eliot beat me to it.
“Mom, Mom oh- oh God!” He grunted and stuttered, his fings gripping my hip bone so hard. “Holy shit Mom I, I think I’m going to cum!” Before I could respond, Anita finished the job.
“Eliot, be a good boy, cum for your Mommy. Give her all that love that you know she deserves!” Just as she finished speaking, his hips humped me and I felt him shaking and trembling as if he were having a seizure. He moaned so loud I thought the neighbours would hear him. It was a strange feeling, his cock throbbing inside me, I could feel every pulse even as he thrust in and out.
“Fuck yes! Jesus, Mom!” He screamed and cried and I felt sweat dripping onto my ass from his forehead as he released into me. He didn’t stop pumping even as he came, his body was convulsing and he carried on as he finished. “Ooh mom it feels so good, oh my God! I’m cumming so hard in you, do you feel it?” I did. I could already feel his substantial load gushing out around his shaft, he slowed his pace and moaned one last time as he pulled his still erect cock from my stretched cunt. As soon as he did I immediately felt his thick cream dripping from my pussy and down the inside of my thighs.
I felt sticky and sore and my arms quaked. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and i finally collapsed onto the bed as Eliot let go of my hips. I laid there, my face pressed to the matress, ass in the air, arms limp at my sides, my sons cum coating my pussy and thighs. I could barely hear Eliot’s heavy breathing behind me as I gasped into the mattress, but I could clearly hear Anita encouraging him.
“Oh sweetie, look at that! Look at what you did, you gave your mother a delicious creampie! But, Eliot, you forgot the most important thing, you did not make your mother cum like she deserves. You gave your mommy all of that thick cream of yours and now she should be able to feel you and look into her sweet baby boy’s eyes as you make her orgasm.” Eliot quietly agreed and I felt his hands gently rolling me over into my back. Anita had some more aggressive ideas and she voiced them quickly.
“Oh baby, you don’t need to be so careful with her, your mother is a strong woman and she likes it a little rough! In fact, she likes a little struggle.i bet she would love for you to take her nice and hard!” She smiled maniacally as she jumped onto the bed next to me. Eliot immediately took her advice and grabbed my legs, pulling me hard down the bed close to him. His young cock was still rock hard and he was ready for round two. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t let it happen again and I could never let my son make me cum. Anita could see that I wouldn’t let this happen and she laid next to me, lifting my arms over my head. She held my wrists tight and She continued to encourage Eliot to get rough with me.
“That’s right sweetie, get in that tight pussy and make your mommy cum! She wants it!” He dug his bony finger tips into my aching thighs and slid that long rod into me, his previous load still dripping and gushing out as he entered me. It was too much, my pussy lips were swollen and raw and my muscles were throbbing. Sweat beaded and dripped down my face and moistened the sheet under my back causing it to cling to my skin as Eliot pulled me down the bed with every thrust.
“Eliot, wait, please!” I cracked, swallowing hard after each word. But it was all I could manage to get out before Anita wrapped her evil witch fingers over my mouth and pressed my lips hard against my teeth. I struggled to free my wrists but even with one hand Anita could easily overpower me. Her fingers held both wrists like I was a child and the other hand was sealed over my mouth. No matter how hard I struggled and wriggled I couldn’t escape her clutches. I mumbled through her fingers and twisted and turned my face, trying to pull away from her and free my mouth. It was no use, on any average day Anita might have been able to overpower me but at least I would have been able to put up a fight. I was exhausted, I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and my vision kept fading in and out, a fog drifting over my eyes.
I had to fight. I couldn’t let Anita win and completely ruin what I have with my son. And I couldn’t take any more, the stinging pain and friction was so painful I thought I may pass out again and my wrists were still burning where Anita gripped them from the cord that held me earlier. My eyes were swollen and puffy with tears and my throat felt scratchy as I gasped for air through Anita’s tight fingers.
Eliot penetrated me and began fucking me again, what could I do? Anita looked up at him from the head of the bed and spoke the words that crushed my soul more than anything else that had happened that day.
“Yes, Eliot. Your mother needs this. Make her cum, it’s the only way you will ever make up for burdening her with your feeble existence.” The look on Elliot’s face changed to an embarrassed anger and I looked up to see Anita’s wicked smile staring down at me. The blood pumped through my veins at an inhuman speed and a rush of adrenaline filled my body. I ripped my right hand free from Anita’s grasp and swung at her with all the strength I could muster. My fist connected with her cheek and she was knocked off balance where she sat on the very edge of the bed, falling to the floor with a loud thud. I pulled myself up the bed and away from Eliot, his penis sliding out of me with a sloppy noise and a trail of cum and vaginal juices left on the sheet. I threw myself from the bed and landed on the floor on the other side, I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door, my legs were weak and sore but I kept moving. It was my only chance. As i fled I looked behind me expecting to see Anita giving chase, but just as I turned my head back to the bedroom I saw Eliot.
His expression was one of anger, resentment. A shame in his eyes that I had never seen in him. He tackled me and we crashed to the floor, I barely struggled, I had always been so careful with him for fear of hurting his fragile body. I never imagined he would hurt me but he grabbed onto my arms and pinned them to the ground as he climbed on top of me. His grip was strong and he clearly had no fear of causing my pain as I did with him. He pinned me down on my back and held my thighs open with his sharp knees. The adrenaline wasn’t enough and my frail, sickly son was even too much for me. He held me down hard, my bones grinding into the hardwood and I squealed from the pain and fear. He looked down at me with determination in his eyes.
“Mom, I won’t be a burden anymore!” His voice cracked and I once again felt his hard cock penetrate my used up cunt. He immediately began to hump me and I felt the tip of his dick slam against my gspot, his pubic bone grinding against my clit. “I’ll make you cum, I’m finally a real man, mom. I can take care of you now!” He screamed, spit flying, sweat dripping and his face turning bright red. He pounded hard and fast and the sensation became more pleasure than pain. No!
I looked over Eliot’s shoulder and saw Anita leaning against the door frame, grinning. She had finally gotten exactly what she wanted. Eliot pumped and grunted as he looked deep into my tearful eyes.
“Mom, I can take care of you, every night I can take care of you!” Oh God. The friction against my g-spot and clit was building, the sensitivity was so intense it didn’t take very long before I felt another unwanted orgasm filling me. No no no. Not like this, not with my son hating me, not with his young cock filling me and his cum still coating me inside. Please, no. God, it was coming. There it is. He saw it in my eyes and I saw a relieved smile pull at the corners of his mouth.
“Cum for me! Cum Mom!” Oh god.
“Eliot, please!” I screeched.
“Yes! Fucking cum for me!” He hollered, his spittle hitting my face.
There it was. My pussy throbbed and pulsated as his long erection hit every spot and I couldn’t help but let out an animalistic, throaty scream as I orgasmed. My body shook, I writhed on the floor and my hips bucked against him in an untamed, uncontrollable attempt to stimulate my clit as I came. It was so wrong, and so good. My eyes rolled back and my back arched over the cold floor. The intensity overcame me and my head spun. All I saw was Eliot’s face spinning over me and I heard his voice trailing off as the room went black.
When I awoke I was laying in my bed, light from the open window danced on the ceiling over my head and the room was dark. My head pounded and my pulse throbbed in my temples. My skin felt sensitive and the smell of sweat and fear lingered in the air. I felt a stinging pain on my cheek from where I made contact with the floor and I winced at the pain. I tried to look around but my head was still foggy, my neck spasmed and I laid still for a while. The memories flooded back to me and a tear fell silently down my face. Though I had no sense of anyone else in the room with me, I couldn’t help but feel that my ordeal wasn’t over. Not yet.

The Stalker Part 2 -1st half

Shannon, Anita and Eliot

It was all that I could do not to pass out then and there on the bed. The exhaustion weighed me down and I felt heavy, sinking deep into the mattress as if I was filled with lead. My mouth was dry and parched, and my lips cracked as I opened my mouth to call out for my son. No sound came and the simple act of trying to scream caused my head to pound and ache, a sharp pain shot through my jaw from grinding me teeth and my ears rang with a high pitched squeal. My vision was fuzzy, a grey aura clouded over the room and every time I closed my eyes I felt like days were lost. My eyelids were heavy and my sweat stung as it dripped into my bloodshot eyes. My moist skin was clammy and cold as the cool air passed over me and I still felt Anita’s body pressed against mine. My hands were so numb that I didn’t even realize that Anita had loosened the cord around my wrist. My arms dangled over the back of the bed over my head and I tried to move my fingers to regain circulation, but I was unsuccessful. My head swam and the fog only cleared when I saw the sight I had dreaded since I first heard his voice as he entered the house. Eliot. Read more »

Blowjob

I knelt at his feet, looking up at him in anticipation. He lowered his trousers and presented his long, erect cock. I took it in my mouth and eagerly bobbed my head up and down. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was soft and smooth and I wrapped my lips around the tip. I licked at his head, the soft, round tip tasted slightly salty, but pleasant. A drop of precum gushed from the tip and I tasted it. A bitter but creamy flavour caressed my tongue and I immediately wanted more. I let his firm shaft enter my mouth and the tip pressed against the back of my throat.
I supressed my gag reflex and allowed it to slide across the roof of my mouth. In and out, my moist lips sliding over the smooth surface of his dick. My tongue dragged gently against the front of his wide shaft and I playfully tickled his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. The taut, velvety skin felt lovely between my lips and I felt every vein with my mouth. The loose flesh at the base of his rod slid easily undering my tongue as my mouth reached the juncture between his cock and his balls. I groped gently at his balls, feeling all of the delicate areas of his manhood and listening to his moans of pleasure. The spongy tip caressed every inch of my mouth and I continued to bob my head up and down, wanting to take all of his long rod in my mouth at once.
The feel of his firmness under my lips and the taste of his precum were arousing. His moans and the involuntary movement of his testicles let me know how much he loved what I was doing. I slid him in and out of my mouth faster, the saliva lubricating our activity and making slurping noises with every move I made. I tightened the grip of my lips and applied a strong sucking action while still trying to keep my teeth away from his fragile cock.
As he grunted and moaned I began to focus more on his head. The sensitivity made him cry out and I felt a thick rope of cream shoot from the tip of his cock onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. It surprised me but the taste was not unpleasant. Another spray fired into my mouth and against I tasted his milky liquid, sucking at his cock and swallowing the cum that he so generously gifted me. I felt it travel down my throat and a few more ropes of cum shot onto my eager tongue.it was very warm but also had a somewhat sweet flavour. I pulled away slowly, cleaning the saliva and cum from his shaft with my tongue and pulling his cock from my mouth with a loud pop. I cleaned my mouth with my tongue and swallowed the last few drops that he had left me as I pulled his dick out of my mouth.
He looked down at me and smiled, asking how my first blow job had felt. I grinned up at him and replied.
“Tastey.”