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>He grunts loudly, as his cock spits stream after stream of jizz deep inside me. He collapses on top of me as the last spasms of orgasm run through my body.
https://medium.com/%C2%B5erotica/biting-his-pillow-7fb2824c0cb3
It started with that all too familiar ding of a new FB message. I was close to calling it a night. My wife and children were out of town for the next couple days on a camping trip with my in laws, that work wouldn’t allow me to join. 10pm on a Friday night might seem early to knock out for the night, but until that ding went off, I didn’t have much to stay up for. I grabbed my phone expecting a good night note from my wife, but was met with something else entirely.
“I know it’s been almost 10 years…” the message started. It was from Jessica. We had met in high school nearly 20 years ago now. She was first introduced to me as the latest big breasted blonde that my friend had on his arm. Though we were all 17 at the time, Jessica had a reputation as a party girl and an easy lay. That’s all my friend needed to hear to ask her out. We all expected that they would last a few weeks or a couple months, then he would be over her and move on, as he did. Our friend group was surprised when she was still around after graduation, and even more shocked when we found out they were expecting a little girl. The baby was born and then the wedding happened soon after.
Ryan heard the door open at 5pm. He was playing video games in his room and was fighting the final boss when he put the controller down. He no longer cared about the game. Maddy was home.
He heard Maddy walking in the hallway then his bedroom door opened. She stepped in and he immediately walked towards her and got down on his knees. She was wearing jeans and a black polo shirt. It was her work uniform.
He opened his mouth and she spat inside of it. It was a lot of spit and he swallowed it. She tasted like orange soda. Ryan licked his lips as he looked up at his Mistress.
“What time is that bitch coming over?” Maddy asked him.
“She’ll be here at 6pm, Mistress.”
An evil grin spread out on Maddy’s lips. “Good. Have you been jerking off? I know you probably jerked off to that bitch.”
“No, Mistress. I haven’t touched myself all week,” Ryan said as he looked up at her. He was proud of himself for not jacking off. He had really wanted to especially after Maddy’s hard slaps against his face but he controlled himself.
I have a foot fetish and I caught a glimpse of my upstairs neighbours wife’s feet. This woman’s toes were immaculate, perfect pedicure and everything. It’s like she did it because she knew I would see! I would do anything to get hold of a pair of flip flops she’s worn for ages and just sniff and cum all over them.
Days later, I saw her again wearing gorgeous flip flops. I couldn’t help but say something so I said “Hey, are those new?” pointing at her flip flops. She said “yeah, just bought them recently”. I said “nice, you have nice feet to go with them”. She said with a confused look “really, do you think so?”. I said “yeah, I can appreciate a good pedicure!”. Then I left the building.
Days after this I see her again but for some reason, she was walking down the stairs BAREFOOT. God, this woman is literally perfect. Her French pedicured toes were in sight. It’s my favourite pedicure, I literally have a weakness for it. I just can’t help but think she’s looked at my search history and seen that I’m obsessed with it!. Combined that with the best feet I’ve ever seen in my life and she could make me do anything.
Pt 2 (Pt 1 link in comments)
Machamp’s hulking figure loomed over her,
Dianna looked so small, and delicate next to his powerful form. She seemed frozen in a mix of awe, fear…and excitement though she didn’t want to admit to herself.
Machamp put one powerful hand on the top of her head, holding her still as he moved his hips forward, his cock came closer and closer, until it was pressed against her lips. Dianna clamped her mouth closed tightly, Machamp smirked at her, as if amused by her resistance. Machamp grabbed the base of his cock and lifted it, he smacked it down on her cheek with a meaty slap. Dianna blushed brightly, but kept her mouth closed tightly.
Machamp continued slapping his cock all over her face, he squatted down slightly so he could smack his cock against her tits, after a few slaps against her tits, Machamp grabbed her tits with two of his other arms. He stuck his massive shaft between them and began to rock his cock between her tits, due to his length, the tip pressed against her lips with each thrust.
This is continuation of the Jennifer’s Hypnoses storyline.
It was Thursday, Jennifer had gotten out of work and was looking in her fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner. The fridge was nearly empty accept for some left over take out. “I need a life” she thought. Previously this would be a moment that drive her to smoking but tonight, the desire was easy to brush aside. It made her happy, the therapy had been working and the next appointment was just a few days away. Her inner dialog was interrupted by a phone call, the therapist office.
“Hello?” Jen answered.
“Ohh hi Jen! This is Stephanie from Dr. Smith’s office. The doctor would like a quick word with you if it’s a good time.”
“Ohh, sure” Jen responded.
“Ohh great! Let me transfer you!” Is there ever a time she isn’t happy Jen thought. The phone clicked. “Jennifer, it’s Dr. Smith, sorry to bother you.”
“It’s no worries, what’s up?” Jen asked
“We’ll something came up and I could really use your help.” In the background Jen could hear familiar instrumental music begin to play. A feeling of relaxation came over her and her body felt weightless. She sat at her kitchen table as Dr. Smith spoke. His voice was so soothing, she nearly fell asleep.
You did this just got me didn’t you. Little girl alone, in a dim alley. I know you purposely left your panties at home this morning, tempting your peeping skirt length. You wanted me. Pretending your scared of the vagabond, acting defenseless when it’s so easy to slip in almost like you want the strange stranger. Filled. Even with my hand over her panting mouth your whimpers are quietly weak. You match my eyes when I enter, there’s no bedroom here, only execution. Act small but your begging for this. Eyes pleading while your lower lips quivers. The damsel in distress seems to get off by the danger. Your throat begs, it wants me to feel the flow of your pulse, the rush. Uncontrollable danger. Pushing against you, pinning you down like prey, do you know your guiding me? Absorbing into your waves, soaked by them. We need. Primal needs. Clasping dirty, filthy fingers of a calloused hand around your hips seems to let me enter desperate, accepting territory. How you fit my hard eager cock, from tip to base surrounded by warm pulsating wet flesh. Comfort only decribed aw organic. Tell me you didn’t want this. Whimper. You’ve craved, day dreamed, wished. Tell me you didn’t want your skirt pushed up, back arched bent over meeting your kink fantasies you’ve masturbated under the running bath faucet, covering your mouth as you come as to not reveal your intimate vulnerability. Your few tears don’t deter, the lube I don’t need as I slip in and out. Untamed caresses You want this, barely squirming, panting at my fill. I need to, your verbal begging silent as your body tells me everything. My cock must have known too this morning. Hard, glistening from you in the moon light. I can’t stop.
Meekly, you ask not to cum in you.
I wasn’t. Oh, I wasn’t.
But now, I want the unattainable. I need what I can’t have. I want to touch the art in the museum. I want to yank the fire alarm as I pass without an reasonable danger ahead. I hear the verbal no, playful but she’s begging me, painting me in gloss, shimmering allowance. The clapping symphony echoes the tunnel, she won’t deter my encore. Her pleads. Her pleases. I can’t stop watching her grasp me, flowing me in and out in and out.
Fuck.
Crying she begs please don’t. Yet pulling my hips closer, almost unable to thrust fully.
But all I hear is the thumps of my heart, pulsating. Watching myself give away, filling her dripping down her thighs. We need. She seems tighter now, enclosing my undone deed. It’s to early to release my prey, I’m still hunting.
Please.
Does she know this appeases?
Don’t, I can’t. Sir, please.
I’m cumming again, I can’t stop. I need her full of the part of me I will never get back. A gift.
Through my fingers she cries, and I sigh giving her all I have. No panties to soak in up it drips. It slips down, leaving trails on her legs racing to her shoes, drips falling to the cement ground. Leaving minut traces of us.
My grin is so big, I needed to let go. I needed my meditation, my reward.
She gathers herself.
Next Thursday she sighs walking to her previous path. I pick my suitcase from behind trash cans. Adjust my tie and nod.
Next Thursday when we can again be hedonistic alleyway animals.
Part 6
Looking at myself in the mirror I can finally see what an absolute mess I am. Hair in tangles and all over the place, covered in mud and all other stains. My makeup is all but gone with only a few streaks of mascara down my cheeks and some lipstick still managing to hold on, marks from my recent facial are splattered all over. I strip naked and take the opportunity to truly admire what the men had done to my body. I find myself again rubbing my belly and I feel a twinge of excitement hoping the seed has taken hold. Moving my hand lower I gasp as my fingers brush over my clit and as they stray lower I can feel how wet I am, as I pull my fingers away a string of thick fluid comes with them. I pop my fingers into my mouth and taste my sweetness. I let out a small growl of pleasure and my eyes roll back. Bringing myself back to my senses I decide to fix my hair and have a quick wash before dressing in my comfy clothes.
It seems like groundhog day. Another day waking up to the alarm buzzing at 6am, my partner jumping out of bed to take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and out the door to work even before I can put on something sexy and put my make up on to show him I’m still as sexy as the day we met. Then he’s back late and after dinner and TV it’s bedtime and we start all over again.
Why would this day be any different?
At least I get some happiness from my cooking. I love how the different flavours and spices stimulate my taste buds, the warmth of the oven against my legs and rising up my skirt as I stand nearby, the rush of cold air against my chest as I open the freezer hardening my nipples each time it happens, the texture of soft dough between my fingers as I push it into shape. I drift away into an erotic fantasy world as my senses are stimulated.
There’s no point in getting dressed up to do cooking – oil gets spilt, flour gets on clothes -creativity should not be limited by appearance. So today, as usual, I’m dressed casually, wearing one of my partner’s old blue and white striped shirts which is slightly baggy on me, but gives a much greater sense of freedom and, similarly, no bra so my breasts and nipples can be stimulated by the constantly changing air as it enters under the shirt without interruption. I do like to feel sexy though, and some small black lace panties allow that. The only other thing I’m wearing is a denim skirt which I would never wear in public as it is so short it hardly covers my panties. My bare feet can feel the coldness of the tiled floor and my legs the warmth of the oven. Here, I want to experience the stimulating environment as much as possible, not to be suffocated by clothing.
This morning I’m baking some cakes, the worktops have a sprinkling of flour on them, the oven is pumping out heat, and I’m in my own world singing to myself as music plays loudly.
I turn around and am startled to see my partner standing in the far end of the kitchen leaning against the door. He has the look of a wolf about him – his eyes are wide and pupils dilated and his breathing heavy. I’m about to ask him what’s going on but he slowly raises one finger to his mouth to indicate for me to be quiet. I’m confused, shocked, thinking there might be an intruder and so my heart rate increases and my breathing deepens. He starts walking towards me and, without saying anything, puts one hand on my shoulder, another on my hips and turns me away from him. I can feel his breathing against my neck as he starts to run his hand up and down my leg. With this I know there is no intruder, no external threat, but his behaviour is out of character, he’s normally very calm and collected, but today he seems like another person. He continues to firmly stroke my bare leg, goosebumps rippling up as his rough hand squeezes my flesh. He is pressing himself against me and his other hand has moved under under my arm and is running down the nape of my neck, slowly over one breast, my nipple hardening instantly, then down under my breast, across my stomach and ending up between my legs under my skirt and pushing firmly against my pussy through my panties. I let out a groan and I can feel his cock harden as it is bulging in his trousers pressed hard up against my buttocks. My mind is racing, I can’t remember the time he expressed his desires so clearly and so firmly.
His finger starts to rhymically work my pussy through my panties. This new dominance is captivating and within minutes the lace is wet with my juices. His breathing is heavy and loud and one hand enters through the bottom of my untucked shirt sliding up my torso and to my breast which has become very sensitive. My nipples are already rock hard as he squeezes one firmly between his finger and thumb. I close my eyes as I feel him exploring my body, stimulating both nipples while expertly massaging my pussy lips and teasing my clit with the side of his hand, still through my panties. The rhythm gets harder and faster and I move my feet apart to indicate to welcome him in. As I do so his hand slips in between my panties to press firmly against my lips. I can feel his large warm hands adjusting position to then enable a finger to slide in between my lips and send ripples through my body. One, then two, fingers enter me whilst he uses the base of his thumb to massage my clit slowly. I arch my back in appreciation, pushing my butt against him, my breasts firmly into his hand and my head backward so my hair strokes across his face and his mouth is breathing heavily across my ear. Nothing is said between us, just heavy breathing and slow firm movements. He has me in his full control, his pleasure is my pleasure.
As our breathing gets louder and heavier I know he wants more from me. He takes his hand out of my panties and the other from under my shirt. Reaching around me in a sudden movement he rips open my shirt, my breasts revealed, exposed to the warm air. He then pulls my panties down to my ankles and I lift one foot out of them so I can again stand apart – mainly to stabilise myself as I’m feeling slightly giddy. He puts one hand on my hips and with the other pushes my back firmly so I bend over and instinctively grab the door handle of the oven to support myself. I look between my arms and my hanging breasts to see him ripping his own shirt off and in one swift motion pushing his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His hard cock springs out and a splash of precum lands on my leg. His cock is the largest I’ve ever seen it and I can see the large mushroom head swelling and retreating in time with his blood pumping.
I can’t quite believe this is happening but the silence between us and his firm deliberate movements are enticing. He is using me as his sex toy, touching me and positioning me just how he wants me, and although I feel powerless, every touch of his hands, fingers, and mouth makes me fizz with excitement.
My pussy is soaking wet from his firm fingering, my clit is as hard and sensitive as I’ve ever experienced, and my pussy lips are puffy and twitching for more. And it’s not long until I get it. He lifts my skirt and folds it over my back up so my butt is fully exposed and legs apart ready for him. He takes his cock in one hand and slowly but firmly moves it along the edges of my lips and then hard against my clit. Then he slides it away again, firmly against my lips and all the way back. He has one hand on my back as again he slides forward, his cock starting to get coated in my juices mixed with his precum. Every time his gland touches my hard clit I shiver slightly and my legs judder. He slides hard against me and I feel like I can feel the contour of every vein on his cock as he masterfully prepares for entry. His rhythm gets faster and I bite my lip and close my eyes as I will him to enter me. Without warning in one expert move he guides his throbbing cock between my lips and inside me. I gasp as the nerve endings tingle as the edges of his gland slide along my skin feeling like a chemical reaction. He puts both hands on my waist and pumps harder and deeper each time. God this is so good, I’ve never felt him so large before, my entire pussy is squeezing him as he glides in and out to feel every part of him. Each thrust feels harder and deeper than the one before making me moan loudly. My knuckles are turning white as I grip the oven handle tighter and see in the reflection of it’s glass door my breasts swinging firmly and his balls swinging like large pendulums, slapping audibly against my pussy each time he is fully inside me.
My vision starts to narrow as the energy of his fucking gets more and more. I hold my breath as he pumps away, the pressure building, and then releasing with a gasp. My legs start to judder then wobble and soon after I fall down on my knees, and let go of the door handle, place my face on the cold floor wet with sweat, my breasts squeezed between me and the floor, and my arms extended out as far as they will go with my hands flat on the floor. My ass is raised up and he goes on to one knee keeping the other foot on the floor and holding my ass expertly grinds his cock into and around me. Goddamn the feeling is immense and my moaning has turned to loud groans that could be heard in the next street.
Juices are running down my leg, my pussy is red and puffy from his cock, and he reaches one hand around me to circle my clit with one finger while he repositions his other hand to be on my ass with his thumb teasing my asshole. He is getting exactly what he wants but I am loving every minute of it. With his cock plunging, finger massaging, thumb teasing the stimulation reaches maximum and I feel my body tightening as the orgasms start to rip through me like a tornado. My chest reddens as I hold my breath as they build and then exhale loudly as the orgasms come, again and again. He is now pumping me so hard and fast the slapping of his hips on my ass cheeks and balls on my pussy is the only thing I can hear. His gland feels twice the size it was and he is starting to gasp loudly with each thrust.
With one final thrust he pushes deep inside me, then wraps his arms around me pulling me up off the floor and squeezing my breasts hard. It feels like we are becoming one as he pushes hard into me and I push back to accept all of him. He judders sharply and I feel the cum ejecting from his cock filling my pussy. His cock is twitching hard inside me as the cum erupts, our bodies are intertwined with his arms around me, my hair in his face and he is biting my neck. I never want this moment to end. I squeeze my pussy around his cock to extract the last drops of cum into me and we sit together, him still inside me for what seems like hours. He strokes my breasts, back, neck, and pussy and starts to get up. Fluids drip from my pussy as he withdraws and his cock swings proudly as he stands up.
My panties are still around one ankle so while he gets dressed I put them back on, button up my shirt with the few buttons that remain and stand up.
I’m about to say something but he places his finger over my lips, our eyes are locked. The look he had has gone but his pupils are still dilated. He gives me a wry smile and leaves.
I close my eyes briefly, trying to ensure I will always remember with every detail what had just happened. I will never want to forget that.
“Fuck” she thought. Seeing the look in her masters eye, knowing that she had made a mistake by raising her voice at him. He calmly walked away heading down stairs with out saying a word. She was paralyzed, shaking and shuttering. She knew that Master was most upset when he had that look and said nothing. Her paralysis ended as the phone rang. Master, the only contact in her the phone, the only person who had this number. “H-hello S-sir..” she managed to choke out as she felt her heart thump in her throat. “ Basement, you have one minute” the voice on the other end said. The basement was Masters space, everything was his but that was HIS space. There were rules: no talking, no clothes, no free will. She descended down the stairs from their bed room and approached the basement door. It was open, in the doorway a butt plug, fairly large although not the most extreme she’d seen with master. She knew what this meant. He wanted it to hurt but not enough to fully gape her. She picked it up, her master was kind enough to leave a bottle of lube. She headed down promptly after getting it fully in. There he stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but his boxers. There was an X taped on the floor by the table. She went and stood over it. “Hands” she heard in a stern but gentle voice. She held out her hands as master began to hand cuff her with rope. “Arms up.” She complied. Master inserted a large hook between the gap in her wrist. She was winched up till her she was on her top toes. A gag was put in her mouth, Clamps where attached to her nipples, these particular clamps had a chain with weights attached. A cart was wheeled over behind her on it a paddle, a flogger, a riding crop, a cane. They came in that order 20 lashes with each. The paddle and the flogger for her ass the crop her back and the cane for her thighs. Her breaths became sharp and labored with each strike. Her skin became flush, and had goosebumps. Her cunt was dripping. Her entire entire back side ached. The strain on her calves and wrist almost too much. After all her lashes she was winched down and bend over the table. Her legs were tied to the legs of the table her arms secured to a hook on the floor in front of the table. She felt his cock press up agains the lips of her pussy. I suppose foreplay was over. His long thick cock slid right it. She was gushing she could have easily been mistook for a waterfall. He slid all the way in. Her gag was released from behind and a fist full of her hair was grabbed. His cock slammed in and out of her wildly. Her plug was removed from her ass and shoved into her mouth as he continued to wreck her pussy from behind. She came hard His cock continued to plunder her insides as he went back and forth between her two holes. There was no love nor passion in this it was raw. Purely primal and merciless. She came over and over squirting even as his assault continued finally a loud roar overcame him as she had one last orgasm her pussy clamped and squeezed him, this brought him to his climax. As soon as he finished he took a step back and walked to her face. The pulled the plug from her mouth and shoved in his cock “ Clean” she took his cock still hard all the way into her throat. He grabbed her hair again and fucked her face in the same ruthless way he had her other holes moments before. With her hair still held he pulled out and stroked his cock to another orgasm and sprayed her face with another load of cum. He released her arms and from the hook but left them bound, her legs were also freed. Below her on the X was a pile of fluid, her cum mixed with his. “Lick” his finger aimed at the X. She did as Master grabbed her head and wiped the floor with it. He picked her up to her feet and and untied her; her knees were weak. He then picked her up and carried her up the stairs back to the bed room. She was then laid on her side as master entered the bathroom. The bath filled and master returned scooping her up he carried her to the tub and set her down gently inside. He grab the body wash and her sponge and washed her entire body head to toe. “Thank you sir” she said. He kindly smiled and kissed her forehead then went and got in the shower after her was done he helped her out of the tub and toweled her off, then picked her back up and carried her to the bed. He got in behind her and gently kissed her neck. She turned and faced him and their lips touched. She had learned her lesson never to raise her voice at master ever again.