So before I tell you what happened its important to know I developed very early. By the time I was an early teen I already had DD tits. You would think any girl would be happy to have big tits but at that age it seemed like I was the only girl to have them, it made me feel the odd one out and I was embarrassed by them…. until….
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[MF] Boyfriend (23) throated me (22) more intensely than ever before, lead to slobbery mess and puke (trust me, it was hot)
So usually Im able to give my man really intense head just the way he likes it, and I get off at pleasing him so much. The other week, for the first time this happened:
We were about to shower (we have a bath/shower combo type of shower) and as I walked in after I finished the washing, I found him stroking himself off sitting in the empty tub. I was exhausted from work but the sight of his big, warm veiny throbbing cock and balls full of cum got me near instantly wet.
We locked eyes and I just sat right in there and started blowing him the way he loves it. I love gobbling his cock so deep that its lodged between my tonsils and his tip is pounding the back of my throat into my esophagus. The way he moans and says “Fuck your throat is so warm and wet, its like heaven, dont fucking stop babe” made me reach one of my hands down to finger fuck myself with. I think i was so wet i could hear my juices drip into the tub.
Take What You Want
I had met her only a few times before, but I knew immediately that I had to have her. She worked for one of those car services that are so popular and had picked me up from a few nights out with friends that I’d had just too many. She had such a sweet voice and gorgeous eyes that burned into mine and imprinted on my brain. Somehow, the gods had conspired to bring us together again, only this time, I want going to let her get away. From across the bar I recognized those eyes and that laugh. Seeing her her full face for the first time, I froze. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Short, platinum blonde hair, those eyes I couldn’t get out of my head, and a pair of full red lips that looked so soft and pump that I felt a sudden quick rush of blood to my cock. I nodded to the bartender and slowly made my way through the packed bar over to where she sat nursing her cocktail. She had mentioned before that she liked my confidence and wanted a man who would walk up to her and take what he wanted instead of boring her with mindless conversation. I slid up to the bar close behind her as she was nodding politely to the lunk who was failing to impress her and gently brushed my hand against hers. Her head turned quickly and her eyes flashed surprise for an instant before a look of relief and excitement dawned over her face.
Teases and Touches [FM][Long][Str8]
If there was one thing Eric and Clara had in common it was their ability to play with fire without getting burned. In every other possible regard they differed, positioned firmly on opposing sides of their social circle and often enough on opposite sides of the room. It was a gap love could not bridge, and neither of them fell victim to any illusion in that regard.
But the bridge they had found was much more powerful, dangerous even in that they shared their love for destructive relationships. They needed the group to stay sane and fight loneliness, but in moments of clarity Eric realized they were really just using them to create a neutral zone in which they could play their game of bluffing and teasing, pulling each other close enough to push away.
At first Eric had found her boring, and on a normal level he still did. She was a weird person as a friend, kind of there without adding much to conversations he was interested in and he knew it had to feel just the same way for her. Too different were their lifestyles, their upbringing and plans in life for them to settle on any common ground a regular relationship could have been built on.
Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 4
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**Stacey**
‘Hey Stace, I kind of ate the chicken parm in the fridge . . . is that okay? Sorry but I was starving, and it looked so good!’ It was one of the rare nights Abbey was staying home, and that disheveled hair was clue enough to tell me where she’s been.
‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not eating in today,’ I replied, voice raising at the end. I didn’t pry, definitely not wanting to know why she was so hungry.
‘Oh really, big date?’ She asked, tone even.
Damn her psychology minor, I didn’t know what gave it away. Though there would be no reason to lie to her; I wouldn’t have to tell her who I was going out with. And besides, she could be great help in helping me choose what to wear.
‘Kind of,’ I said, almost shyly. ‘Although I’m not sure exactly what to wear.’
She nearly leapt off the ground to her feet. ‘Well, what are best friend’s for?’
We spent half an hour playing clothing matchmaker, going through everything in my wardrobe. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a first date so most of it was boring, monochromatic work clothes.
Late Night at the Office
I had never wanted to be just another office worker. I took a job at a regional sales company after college just to give me something to do and a steady paycheck. About a year ago, they promoted me to middle management. On my first day, I knew I didn’t want to stay here forever, but after last night, I may never want to leave.
I was staying late to get caught up on some paperwork and projects that upper management had been breathing down my neck about and I thought I was the only one there. As I sat at my desk, I heard a rustling from the other side of the office. “It’s probably just the cleaning crew,” I thought to myself, nobody would still be here if they didn’t have to be. A little while later, I heard it again but since I didn’t hear much else, I decided to check it out.
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?”
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I walked in from work, and she was still there. She couldn’t get away, of course, but she certainly didn’t seem to make any effort to, either. Her bonds were burlap, and I’m sure they were quite uncomfortable by now.
I noticed that her water cup was empty, so I grabbed a fresh straw and a refill. The sheets were stained with her urine, and it was starting to smell a bit ripe, so I grabbed a new set from the closet and started toward her.
She was tied face down on the bed. That’s the way she liked it best – she liked the element of surprise, she once told me. I placed her new water within reach, and gently scratched her back.
“Wake up, honey, It’s time.” I said.
She awoke slowly and raised her head, turning toward me. Her hair was amuss, and her face was caked with dried remnants of this morning’s session.
“Good morning, Daddy”, she said, as she began to stretch her arms, then her legs, as far as her confinements would allow.
“Ready to change, my bunny?” I asked.
Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 3
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**Stacey**
My lips were puckered to the side and my fist tucked under my chin. I had spent at least half an hour just standing there, nerves keeping me from resolution.
Beginning the process again, I flipped through my small, limited closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear today. Normally, I wouldn’t give my wardrobe this much thought – I preferred classic pairings, but today I was battling with internal morals.
On one hand, the thought of dressing up for Chris appealed to my lewd sexual fantasies, which have not stopped, but rather they increased in frequency after I began this position, the proximity as kindling to my fire. But on the other, the thought of his invitation for lunch being more than just a business move was damn hard to believe.
He was an iron curtain, his demeanor solemn, words few and far between. Our typical interactions were mechanical and brief, which is why this invitation was that much more bizarre. I didn’t see why we couldn’t discuss business in the office, so it was either a way to grow our employee-employer bond, or . . . he had ulterior motives.
Lost friends and a neighbor found [FM][Long]
If there was anything worse than losing a lover it was losing good friends, but staring at their old picture stuck to his wall Marc knew that was just what had happened. Their friendship that was never supposed to end decayed swiftly like sand running through his fingers, all just because Marc had lost his nerves and admitted feelings he knew he had best kept to himself.
It had been a fun run while it lasted, the first time Marc had ever felt he could trust people in a world were trust seemed synonymous with disaster. Oh well, he had always been better at burning bridges than building them. The part of him that had stopped believing in the world was glad his last ties to said world had been cut, the smaller part that still believed cried silently.
The playlist he had created just for days like this was perfect, full of songs no anti-depressant could ever attempt to counter. It did a fine job of making him feel twice as drunk as he was, even blurred out the ringing door bell to a degree. With a sigh he wondered if he could just ignore it, not feeling like talking to anyone but then the music made it clear he was home.