a lady swallows

I reach out with the tip of my tongue, to taste the nectar welling up from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I feel his fingers running through my silky blonde hair, gathering the strands into a bunch, a handle he will use to show me what he wants. I look up at him, smile, and then slowly take the head of his cock in my lips. I moan softly, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a groan that fills me with happiness.

We met two years ago at a conference. There was an unmistakable attraction, but we were both seeing other people at the time, so we let it alone. I know a great many men would have pushed it, and a man as attractive as he was, most likely would have relented. He did not push.

A year later, we met again. He was more desirable than I remembered. He is tall, handsome, fit and stylish. He clearly took care of himself and it showed. I take care of myself as well. I am blonde, average height, with an hourglass figure. He was engaged, I was between gentlemen. We exchanged info, and stayed in touch. I confess, I was thrilled when I found out his fiancee had been cheating on him.

A Foot To Remember

A Foot To Remember

I laid back on my bed staring up at the ceiling, my naked body felt cool and comfortable on the soft cotton sheets. My cat snuggled against my hip, her soft orange fur tickling my skin and her gentle purr calming me. I felt completely free and peaceful, the man of my dreams caressing my feet with love. I barely took up half the length of the bed at only 5′ tall, but his long slender legs were propped up against the wall and my feet sat on his muscular chest. I had always loved a tall man, he was 6’3 and we fit perfectly together as we lay in the cool dark bedroom together.

He was massaging my feet, rubbing his thumbs into my smooth arches as I moaned quietly to myself. He ran his finger tips gently down my milky white soles, tickling them playful, I felt the familiar tingle run up my thighs as he slid his fingers between my toes. I felt at peace, but at the same time there was a lust building up inside me as he fondled my feet with a skilled and sensuous touch.

Just obeying her mistress…

**Update notice: I am working on some good changes soon. If interest is shown I will show you guys the updated version when finished**

A few quick things first! This is my first story like this I have ever written, and it was done a little quick. I’m writing this for a friend that is into erotic hypnosis like I am, though I honestly beleive you don’t need to be into that to enjoy this. This is just the first chapter as well, as I’m working on a bit more that will all take place over about 12 years or so. Maybe more. Working with pics to go with time periods of this person but can’t share that really for privacys sake.
Anyway, please enjoy, and please let me know what could use work if needed, what you would add, and/or if you enjoyed this! (Real names and some age have been changrd)

**Chapter 1**

*2005*

[F]Mother May I Part 2

Dear Diary

Life has been spectacular since that first night I felt my sons cock inside me. We have been together ever since and he even moved back home so that we could be together more. His room has stayed the same, but he spends every night in my bed with me. We cuddle, have dates, and every night we crawl into bed and he eats my pussy like a good boy and fucks me until we both cum so fucking hard.

Tonight was my birthday, I decided to have a big bash with all my friends and throw a Porn Star Pool Party! I got a Butler in the Buff to serve drinks, and we all dressed in slutty clothes and bathing suits with huge porn star hair and makeup. It was fantastic, 40 of my closest friends showed up, the men wore speedos and the women wore practically nothing, many of us went completely topless and we had a drunken pool party to celebrate my 45th.

Amrita [F] [Str]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

Film Erotica

The door opens and a shaved 33 year old fit shirtless male welcomes you into the
house. “Have a seat, make yourself at home.” he says as he gently guides you to the love seat
with a hand in the small of you back where your back and hips meet. He holds your hand lightly
as you carefully sit down onto the loveseat. “Is this where we will be shooting all the films?” you
ask him curiously and intrigued, “Yes, here and various other rooms and places where we can
really move and let loose!” he replies. “Let’s have a look at you” he says, and offers his hand
for you to grab as you stand up from the loveseat. Gracefully he pirouettes you in one place
admiring your thighs, buttocks, breasts, face and ratio. “Gorgeous!” he says as the
pirouette finishes. “Let’s get that top off of you”, he says and slowly reaches to your waist, lifting
the tight fabric slowly up your body, moving with you as the shirt pops off the top of your
body. “Mmm” he moans, and tells you to turn around. With him at your back you feel his hands
run up your lower back, unfastening first one, then the second clasp of your lingerie. You moan
softly as the cups leave your nipples, lightly brushing them partially erect as the lingerie breezes
off your body. You look up and back as he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into
his muscled chest. He leans down and lightly brushes the nape of your neck with his lips as you
feel your vagina start to get wet, your clitoris humming slightly as your skin touches. “Now for
your pants,” he breathes as you arch your body slightly back into him. He reaches around you
and deftly unbuttons your pants, sliding the zipper down with deft fingers. His mouth nibbles
your earlobe as he starts to slide your pants off of your hips, his hands brushing your upper and
then inner thighs as he peels the pants off of your warm, pulsating body. He applies more
pressure as he slides the pants off of your bare legs, your little hairs standing on end as his
hands return slowly up your body to your lower hips. He gently turns you around and kisses
your neck, slowly starting to caress and kiss your body as he moves down your mostly naked
form, shaping your curves with his hands, running them over the sides of your breasts, kissing
lightly and wetly, saliva cooling your body as he moves steadily downward. He drops to one
knee as his hands run over the edge of your tight panties, pulling them soaked through, off of
your sticky wet vagina, pulsating steadily from the slow progression of him caressing your
body. He kisses and then slurps lightly on the inside of your thigh, his chin rubbing lightly
against your mons pubis as he grabs one of your legs gently by the ankle, lifting it up and
placing it on his knee as his mouth kisses near your clitoris, his tongue probing it lightly from
above, nuzzling it in it’s protective shell. You lean your head back and sigh as his tongue enters
you, tasting your flavour, exploring your essence. He moves upwards in slow spirals, his tongue
slowly spirally around your clitoris, pressuring it oh so firmly as you feel your vagina engorge,
your clitoris pulsing against his tongue, pleasure rippling through your body as he increases and
lets off the pressure, your body humming with ecstasy. You start gyrating your hips as he pulls
your body closer onto his face, matching your rhythm with his relaxed hands on your buttocks,
squeezing and pulling as he licks and sucks your clitoris, tongue moving in circles and spirals as
you both moan at the same time, pleasure cascading off of you. You put your hands on his
shoulders and with a playful smile push him onto his back. You lower yourself to your knees,
placing your slick juicy vagina onto his slightly grinning face. His tongue flits in and out of you,
licking your clitoris in more urgent strokes, pushing and licking, sucking and eagerly pleasuring
your clitoris. You start to rock back and forth and lean your head back, letting out a guttural
moan, your vagina rubbing all over his face, juices running down his chin. You increase the
intensity of your rocking, softly moaning “uh huh, uh huh, UH HUH” as you slip and slide all over
his eager deft tongue, his mouth letting out a low moan as you urgently rock back and forth on
his face, your body moving and flowing, undulating more and more feverishly, grinding your
soaking wet essence on him, faster and faster until suddenly you squeeze your legs tightly
around him, arching your back as a very loud “YES!” is ripped from your quivering, orgasming
body! You breath out and slump forward onto him with a throaty sigh, breathing heavily, lightly
rocking your pelvis on him and lay down onto his chest, tilting your head sideways onto his
chest, satisfied, satiated and basking in the afterglow. You let out more soft sighs and a soft
“Uh huh” as he enfolds you in his arms, lightly brushing your skin with his even fingers. Looking
up at you with a wry grin he says, “We forgot the camera.”

Daddy Dearest[F]

My name is Felicity, I am 18 years old and I have just become a woman. This is the story of that moment and of the realization of my most shameful and glorious fantasy.

When I hit puberty I never really was very interested in boys, I didn’t date, I didn’t even begin touching myself until i was 16. I just had no interest, i had seen sex scenes in movies, some friends in high school used to giggle while watching porn videos at sleep overs, i dont know, it never really seemed exciting to me. I tried, of course, i participated in the normal slumber party experimentation, but even as i had a cute 17 year old red head buried in my pussy, i just felt bored and underwhelmed by it all. The very first time i felt that sexual tingle was when, at 16, my father walked into the bathroom as i was showering. Something to note, i look very similar to my step mother. We are the same build and height, we both have fairly small, perky breasts and pale white skin. I have lighter and shorter blonde hair than she does, down past my shoulders, but when wet it looks a lot darker. At this moment i wonder, well, i secretly hope, that my father married her because she looks like me.

Bangla Road and Brazilian lovers…

This story and now one of the highlights of mine and my best friends friendship came about on our 3 week holiday to Thailand in 2014. We were two single 19 year old girls.

we got all dressed up for our night out drinking our gin and red bulls (YUCK) and we made our first stop at a bar called Apples. The drinks were flowing and the older man with the younger Thai girls started to become less and less weird. Apples was the life of the party, she was letting us making our own drinks and was even doing our hair for the night ahead!

As finally got to Bangla Road there was lights flashing everywhere and music playing real loud. We got dragged into a ping pong show we were not impressed but when we entered my best friend and I were in awe of the talent these girls had. We couldn’t believe the things she had up there as well as how it all came out! We cheered and the night does become a little blurry from there.

How I was made a slut part 2

Here I was now all by myself you would think that I would have been relieved that it was over. But no I somehow felt a sadness that it was over. Was I dreaming? Just as that thought flowed through my mind a cool brisk wind blew the bottom of my jacket open exposing my dark purple and crimson red bruises swollen knees through the white lace thigh high nylons. I reached down with the intent to close my jacket but I needed to know was it real! My hands almost numb from the cold hit the delicate lace top of the nylons I could instantly feel the warmth of my cum splattered thighs. As my hands slowly slid down the silky smooth nylons the intense heat of my knees made my finger tips tingle. I could feeling the burning heat that radiated like nothing that I had ever felt before. With the pain so instance I knew it was real, my knees started to tremble and I could feel them getting weak. Just then I spotted a bus stop bench only feet away. Now I felt a scene of relief hit knowing I could sit for a bit and process on what I had thought could only have been a dream. Holding my jacket tight to keep in the warmth, I scurried to the bench as fast as my little feet could. I approached the bench and I knew that I could not just plop my punished throbbing welted ass on what I knew would be a chilly pain reliving metal bench. I shut my eye and remembered the cold sharp sensation of the chair just below me breast with my ass still jiggling from Andrews bare hand spanking, His other arm wrapped around my waist while his trembling hand pressed firmly against my plumb pussy. My sweet juices dripping through his fingers, my body trembling with orgasmic electricity. The memories filled my head sending what felt like a warm bubbly campaign through body giving me just what I needed to place my tender well punished ass on that cooling bench that was calling my name. Anticipating the pain I lowered myself down slowly holding on to the benches arm gripping as tightly as I could. I could feel the heat leave my welted bottom as it pressed against the cool metal bench. Feeling such an urge of arousal my hands were like magnets moving right to my thighs gripping the silky nylons with one hand while the other slid under the cum soaked white lace panties. I could feel the silky wet juices that soaked my fingers as I stroked my clit. The pain was no longer pain but a pleasure that I knew that I had to have more of.

First Lesbian Experience

Trying Everything Once-First Lesbian Experience

A little about me:
My name is Nalia and I’m 28, Im about 5’8 and on the curvy side. 38 DD. Dark, straight red hair just to my shoulders. I decided a few months ago that I wanted to be more spontaneous and wild. I have been so plane for my whole sexual life, I want to try almost everything at least once. I made this decision about three months ago and so far I have done a few pretty wild things, I will share my stories one at a time and since this is the first post I want to start with a standard, my first lesbian experience.

This was early April and I started going to clubs to find people to fool around with. I did some fun shit but this is the story of Macy. I saw her dancing with some guys in this tight black dress that barely covered her pussy, it was strapless and her tits were almost popping right out even though they were not huge, around a B cup. Some greasy guy was grinding on her and she was rubbing her ass on his crotch having a great time. She was around my height and fairly pretty, she was wearing a lot of really dark smokey makeup and she had really short bleach blond hair. She had clearly had some drinks, maybe something else, but she was dancing like crazy in these tall stiletto heals and seemed pretty steady even with the guy pressing against her.