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Joining a couple for unexpected bi fun [MMF] [Part 2]

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Patty was ready for her turn after she was able to finish me off and we both finished off Nate. I was still in slight disbelief that I had tasted my first cock alongside a girl who I have fantasized about so many times.

She watched me needly take her boyfriends cock while she felt how hard my cock was doing it. I was ready for more. Being young, it wouldn’t take long for me to get hard again. I knew it would be the same for Nate, he sat there with his head back in ecstasy, little petting his now softening cock – inches from my face.

“Who’s going to taste my pussy first?” Patty asked impatiently. She was starting to pull her skirt down, giving me a full view of her glorious, wet panties as she sat next to Nate and slightly opened her legs up. I was still on the floor, now with both of them legs spread open for me. “Why don’t you get her started?” Nate asked. He wanted me to go down on his girlfriend next to him. All I wanted was to taste Patty. “I’ll join shortly” he followed with “I wanna watch”. Read more »

[MF] That time I met an adorable, super chatty, kinda lonely Asian ROTC tomboy, ate her out for the first time, fucked her pussy and ass till she cried, and made her my sex slave for the rest of the summer.

At the tender age of nineteen, Annie had a throat like a goddamned blackhole and she knew how to use it. All the discreet blowjobs performed in the woods at church camp had not exactly transformed her into a dick sucking, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in raw enthusiasm and the sheer, undisguised delight she took in swallowing my cock.

Combine that with an extreme tolerance for discomfort—nay, a desire for it, so long as it was in service of serving me—and some long summer afternoons would disappear between her lips, as I told her to take my messing shaft in her mouth and to keep sucking until I told her to stop. She could entertain herself for hours like that, teasing me into hardness, gagging on me and allowing me to force her face down until her cute little upturned nose was buried in my pubic hair and the tears dribbled down her flushed cheeks, until I finally rewarded her with a grunt and a thick load of cum, and the cycle would begin anew. Read more »

A Wife For All Seasons, Part 4 [sci-fi] [MFF, all over 30]

I couldn’t help but feel this was a step backward in my research. I’d spent months perfecting the cranial transistor, the key component for control of multiple bodies, a technology with so many practical applications outside of the bedroom. Military applications, educational applications. Medicine, probably. And now I was stripping away this accomplishment to make a glorified clone.
I lugged crate after crate of bananas into my lab, dropping them into the bath’s absorption chamber. High potassium levels, after all, had disrupted the transistor in the past. I checked and rechecked the double’s brain wave patterns, digitally decoupling them from those of my wife—a laborious process that required working lobe by lobe. I programmed new personality traits into her biochemical software. After a week of tinkering, I reached into the hibernation bath and, as clinically as possible, massaged the double’s left breast.
“Clara, darling, can you feel that?” I shouted.
“Yes,” she shouted back. “Please stop.”
Was this even feasible, then? To sever a connection with an active double? I pondered the question for hours, took too many dinners at my desk. But new ideas are hard to come by—I called my grocer and asked when they expected their next banana shipment.
I decided to clear my head in our back garden. I sat back in my favorite sling chair, listened to the lilting house sparrows, the goldfinches, and soon fell asleep.
Sometime later I felt Clara sit sideways across my lap, the weight of her delicate frame.
“Clara, darling, I’m hitting another low.”
She caressed my neck, led her fingertips across my stubble.
“Am I trying to accomplish the impossible?”
I wrapped my arms around her; she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Am I a fool?”
She squirmed lightly against my lap.
“Am I a bad scientist?”
She kissed me. I felt my bottom lip grow wet between hers. I felt our top lips bend and curve against each other. I felt her tongue, halting at first, not yet ready to breach the brim of my mouth, but then bolder, gliding against mine before retreating again. She held my face with both hands and tilted her head first one way, then another, and then, eager for more, then more still, she sealed the corners of our mouths together and moaned urgently until I gave her my own tongue to play with.
I heard a throat clear. With great effort I pulled away from Clara’s lips, only for her to continue along my neck. Except there Clara was, as well, standing before me in sunglasses, a white floral bikini, and holding a crate of bananas.
“These just arrived,” she said. She raised an eyebrow, dropped the crate to the ground, and stormed back toward the house.
* * *
“Try to lay out in my own yard,” Clara mumbled to herself, pulling a white t-shirt over her bikini. “Where is she?”
“I covered her with a towel, she’s still outside.”
“Deepthroating bananas?”
I rolled my eyes but it wasn’t impossible.
“You didn’t feel a thing?” I asked. “My lips, my tongue, my—”
Clara glared at me.
“Then it worked! You’re decoupled! This is what I’ve been working on all week.”
“And now she’s up and running and not wearing any clothes and if I’m not in the mood one night you’ve got a backup to bend over your desk.”
“We have our rule,” I reminded her. “No sex with a double unless we’re both involved.
Clara smiled, but seemed unconvinced, perhaps remembering how many times she’d bent that rule with my doubles.
“And we don’t have to start now,” I added. “We can wait until you’re ready”
She sighed, but then nodded and gave me a hug.
But her double was less patient. Clara leant her some clothes, an older orange sundress she found unattractive, but which I secretly found very appealing. Her double cornered me in the library one day wearing this dress. She slipped the straps from her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, revealing a strapless pink pushup bra. She pressed herself against me, her generous chest rising and falling as she took long, deep breaths.
She looked me in the eyes, then down at her own panting body, her mouth open slightly, as if realizing for the first time just how alluring her cleavage must be.
An incredibly difficult proposition to reject, but I asked her to excuse me.
One day, while cooking breakfast, I saw her amble into the pantry, that light dress twirling just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pink panties. She stood for a moment, studying the top shelf, then stretched on her tiptoes toward the all-purpose flour. The dress, short to begin with, creeped higher, and when she caught me looking, she pushed the door closed with her foot.
I sighed. I knew I needed oregano for the eggs. It was pitch black when I entered. I felt her place something in my front pocket, and when I turned on the light I realized it had been her dress. She stood in her matching underwear with her back against the door, her hands behind her back, her legs crossed at the ankle. She looked me over, saw the unmistakable interest in my pants, and slowly turned. She looked back over her shoulder. She arched her pelvis away from the door. She began to slide the panties from her hips.
I scanned the shelves. I grabbed the oregano and a jar of hoisin sauce for some reason, then insisted she let me pass.
One day she followed me into the shower and immediately took my soft loins into her soapy hands. I let her, partly out of need as I felt myself stiffen, felt my responsive tip graze her belly button, but partly because I only realized that she wasn’t my wife after Clara entered to brush her teeth. Her double and I were both caught off guard when Clara tore open the shower door.
An obvious misunderstanding, I said. How could I have known? Then, unwisely, I begged, begged, begged Clara to finish me, any way she liked, lest I spontaneously combust from the tension.
Clara looked us over as she scrubbed, especially focused on the fact that her double’s hand was still washing my cock. Then she leaned forward, spit a mouthful of toothpaste toward the drain by our feet, and closed the door.

Convincing my older male colleague to creampie me [FM]

I ended the year with finally getting my older male colleague to fuck me.

***The story is pretty long, so I’ve marked the part of the text where the sex starts like this, for those who would like to skip the background.***

We’d been working together for a few months, but t’s only the last couple weeks that I have for some reason become obsessed with the thought of getting fucked by him.

So my colleague, let’s call him John. At first glance he doesn’t really stand out, apart from being very tall. I think he’s in his early 50’s, and looks pretty good for his age. Despite not being the most attractive, he’s one of those people who are just undeniably charismatic. However, he is always very professional. I honestly don’t know that much about him except that he’s divorced and has a daughter who’s a year younger than me. Read more »

[F] 24 Indian – Hooked up at chruch during Christmas service

I was attending the midnight christmas service along with my family and while entering the chruch, i locked eyes with a cute looking younger boy and noticed him checking me out.

During the service, i stepped out to the washrooms which are on the ground floor and saw him comming behind me. I slowed down and purpose and we exchanged greetings while we were in the elevator.

Got to know that he is 19 and visiting his relatives in the city. One thing led to the other and we ended up in the men loo which was empty.

I was so turned on that i dropped his pants down and began sucking on his dick and he was too keen on knowing whats under my dress because his hands were pressing my boobs quite roughly.

We began kissing and for a 19 year old he was quite amazing at it. I moved my panty and turned towards the wall and asked him to fuck me from behind.

Not to me suprise he lasted barely 3-4 mins , pulled out and came on my ass. Read more »

(M34/F33) Our First Hotwife Experience

**2:07**
“Are you sure? Like, sure sure?” A rational person would think for a few seconds before answering the question, but I’m anything but rational at this moment. I’ve been talking to my wife, Carli, about this for years. “Yes, I’m sure sure.” My fingers trembled as I sent the text. Is it anxiety? Nerves? Excitement? Fear? It’s likely a combination of all of the above. My wife was about to sleep with another man for the first time since we’d been married.
How did we get here? It was my idea. I’d always been fascinated by her past…which led to me asking her questions about it. I’d ask her to tell me stories about things she liked. Easy at first, but over time, my questions progressed into wanting more detail. I stumbled onto hotwife porn, cuckold forums, and captioned images about cheating wives. I loved all of it.
It was very confusing to me. I couldn’t explain why it turned me on, just that it did. I tried to suppress the feelings, but they’d always come back. I finally mustered up the courage to tell her I thought I’d like to see her with another man. I give all the credit in the world to Carli. She listened, intently. She didn’t judge me, but she did have questions. She wasn’t sure if she could do it, but she was interested in understanding why it was so hot for me. These discussions went on for the better part of 2 years.
Ok, so that’s the background, but how did we get HERE? Well, I’m in Chicago for a work trip. It was supposed to be a work trip, but my meeting got canceled so I’m sitting in my hotel room. She is at a coffee shop with a man she met on one of those non-traditional dating apps.
An hour ago, she told me she downloaded this app a few days ago and already had hundreds of connections. She was planning on meeting one for coffee.
Thirty minutes ago, she texts me that she had arrived and he was there waiting for her.
Five minutes ago, she texted me that she was nervous, but interested in him. She says, “I think I can give this a try. Are you ok if I take him back to our house?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Are you sure? Like, sure sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure sure.”
Ok, now you’re caught up with me. My wife found a guy, she’s taking him back to our house. We live 15-ish minutes away from the coffee shop they’re meeting at, so I’m expecting I won’t hear from her until she gets back to the house. There’s some anxiety about a stranger going to my home when I’m so far away, but my wife is a very good judge of character. If she feels comfortable, then I can trust that things will work out.
**2:24**
I just got a notification from our camera system that a car pulled up into our driveway. I check the camera and see not one, but two cars: Carli’s and this guy’s. I don’t even know his name! Let’s call him Orren. That’ll make it easier for me to keep you in the loop rather than saying “this guy.”
Carli texts me. “Are you sure you’re good? We’re here…”
I reply, “Yeah, I’m good. Have fun!”
**2:31**
I got a text from an unknown number. “Ay man, i’m bout to fuck your wife. I’ll send you shit as we go. Nice house btw”
The pit in my stomach grows, but so does my excitement. I can’t believe this is happening.
**3:05**
I’m getting a little nervous because I haven’t heard from Carli or Orren in about thirty minutes. I don’t want to panic, and I definitely don’t want to intrude if they’re having a good time, but I do want to know she’s ok. I check the driveway camera to see if his car is still there. It is. One of the rules we agreed upon was for her to keep her phone on ring. If I texted, she could ignore me, but if I called, I want her to answer. I think I’m going to text her. As I’m about to hit send, I get a text from Orren.
“This what you wanted?” The text is sent, accompanied by a photo. I’m looking at a photo of my wife, on her knees, looking up at the camera with his balls in her mouth. His hard cock is stretched all the way across her face. I can see one of his hands holding the back of her neck. I can see the smile in her eyes. She’s enjoying herself.
I’m a little incoherent from what I just saw. I can’t use words, so I simply reply with a thumbs-up emoji. Am I jealous? Am I hurting? Am I sad? No, I don’t think so. I know for sure I’m aroused and excited, but there’s a pit in my stomach I can’t quite identify.
**3:17**
“She lettin me use her however I want as long as i record.” Another text from Orren, this time followed by a video. I’m too nervous to watch it, but I’m too curious to ignore it. I tap the video to start playing, but my eyes are closed.
I can hear the sound of her gagging, I assume on his dick. I’m so turned on, just at the sounds! The gagging stops as she struggles to catch her breath. I slowly open my eyes, just as he pushes her down on his cock again. She gags slightly as she takes him deep in her throat, swallowing his entire length. He’s got his right hand clutching a handful of her blonde hair, holding her down. He says to her, “Look at the camera so your husband can see.” She opens her eyes and stares right at me. Right. At. Me. She lets out another coughing gag just as the video ends.
I’m sitting here, hard as a rock, watching that clip over and over. Yes, I can confirm I enjoy this. I’ve never seen her like that before. One of the challenges in our sex life has been our unwillingness to rough it up or get messy. I feel like I love her too much to do those things, but maybe that’s a cop-out. Maybe I’m just not comfortable doing it. This video, though, is evidence that she might like it.
**3:24**
Oh god. Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this as much as I am? What if she’s only doing this because she thinks I want her to? What if she actually hates this? The last thing I want to do is force her to do something she doesn’t want to. Maybe I was too eager…maybe she thinks this is the only way to keep me happy.
BzztBzzt. A text from Carli. “He’s about to fuck me :) ”
I scramble to type my reply. “Are you ok? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I hope I didn’t pressure you into this…”
I don’t get a response.
**3:28**
A video message coming through from Orren. She’s on her hands and knees, facing away from the camera. Her sexy body is glistening with a little sweat, and I can see how wet she is from all this. Orren says, “Don’t worry bro, you ain’t forcin’ her to do shit. She’s begging me for this.” He’s positioning himself with his cock right against the entrance to her tight pussy. Carli, slightly out of breath, says, “Put the camera down and fuck me.”
As he puts the camera down, I can hear the sound of her moan as he enters her, followed by the unmistakable sound of him driving his dick in and out of her. This goes on for a few seconds before I hear him say, “Oh fuck, I’m still recording.” The clip ends.
I’m laying in my bed, phone in one hand while I’m stroking myself with the other. At this moment, I feel a mix of shame, embarrassment, and arousal. He’s definitely bigger than me. He looks like he’s in better shape than I am. I haven’t seen his face, but Carli isn’t going to pick an ugly man. Carli isn’t one to talk much during sex, but he has her literally begging. And I’m sitting here alone in a dark hotel room waiting for the next photo or video like a loser.
**3:41**
Text from Carli. “I love you honey.” An odd text to receive, given the circumstances, but it is strangely comforting. The image of her taking it from behind while typing those words is extremely hot to me.
“I love you, too. Can’t wait to get home.”
**4:39**
I haven’t heard anything for almost an hour, which means they’ve been playing together for OVER an hour. Our sex life isn’t terrible, but we rarely go for this long. We have dogs, jobs, friends, and hobbies…finding time for sex isn’t always easy. I’d bet this is the longest fuck she’s had this year. Finally, a text from Carli.
“We’re finished! He’s getting cleaned up. I’m making him an espresso for the road.” I can’t help but chuckle to myself. She’s always been a great host, but there’s something funny about making espresso for a stranger after he just got done fucking her.
“Awesome. Have fun?” I replied.
A few minutes after I send my reply, I get the notification of motion in my driveway. I open the app and see Orren walking to his car. He gets in, starts his engine, and pulls out his phone. Just then, I get a text from him.
“Bro, your wife is a slut! Look at this shit.” A video comes through. She’s on her knees, looking past the camera and into his eyes. He’s stroking his cock as she is telling him to cover her face. In my experience, she HATES facials, but I’m watching a video of her asking for it, over and over, while she fingers herself. After 30 or so seconds, he starts to cum all over her face. She starts laughing as it’s dripping off her chin, then leans forward to swallow his cock. She looks up at the camera as Orren gasps, “Fuuuuuuck.” The clip ends abruptly.
I send the video to Carli along with a message. “That was so insanely hot. I can’t believe it!”
She replied, “Yes, it was. Yes, I had fun. It was a lot more natural than I thought it would be. There’s a few things I’d do different next time, tho.”
My heart skips a beat. “Next time?” I ask.
A smiley emoji from her, followed by a devil emoji, followed by a simple message. “Can’t wait to see you when you get home”

My New Swimming Pool Part III [M35/F64] [Mature] [Pussy Licking] [Hand Job] [Vanilla]

*I really advice you to read the previous parts first.* [*They are over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy96/comments/yq0lj8/my_new_swimming_pool/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Enjoy your read.*

The days after I had an awesome threesome with my hot neighbor and her friend next to my backyard swimming pool, my streak of good luck came to an end. Summer was showing me the middle finger. The weather turned bad. Clouds were covering the sky for a few weeks straight. The temperature dropped – no, it wasn’t freezing, but not going for a swim hot either – and rain was pouring down nearly every day. Needless to say, my pool was closed.

All I did on weekdays was working, staring out of the window, viewing the weather forecast, hoping that the sun would make a comeback. And my neighbor would show up next to my pool again. In the best case accompanied by her hot friend. But it wasn’t happening. The weather stayed bad.

About a two weeks later I was seriously thinking about walking down the street, knocking at my neighbors door, doing some chit chat and then making a move on her. Hoping that she would be in it too. But knowing me, that just was a fantasy. A fantasy that I would never turn into reality. Read more »

I like to suck on uncut cocks: A guide to performing fellatio with style and substance [F]32

If you’re reading this, chances are you’re interested in learning how to give mind-blowing fellatio to an uncut penis. Well, you’re in luck because I just happen to be an expert in the field.

You see, where I’m from, uncut cocks are the norm. And trust me, it’s a skill worth learning. There’s just something about that extra bit of skin that makes it extra fun to play with. It’s like a little present just waiting to be unwrapped.

But enough about me, let’s get down to business.

When I’m performing fellatio on an uncut penis, I like to start by taking the entire shaft into my mouth. It’s a delicious, fleshy treat, and it gives me better control over the movement and pressure as I pleasure my partner.

Next, I’ll use my tongue to leisurely explore every inch of the shaft. I like to pay special attention to the head and the frenulum (that sensitive little ridge located on the underside of the head).

I’ll switch things up by sucking and licking, trying out different techniques and speeds to see what my partner enjoys most. Maybe I’ll swirl my tongue around the head like a whirlwind of pleasure, or I’ll run it along the underside of the shaft like a slithering snake. Read more »

I (F20’s) asked a guy (M20’s) to introduce me to some kinks, he choked and fist fucked me (NON CON, BREATHPLAY, ANAL, FIST FUCK, AFTERCARE)

He is drooling.
Cleaning up the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.
I am completely naked and he locked the door. There is no running, there is no hiding.
I feel like prey.
Like a dish served hot on a hungry man’s dinner table.
I don’t move. I barely breathe.
Trevor is always playful, even when I tease him to hell and back. Even when he hate fucks me. Now, he feels different. He looks different… staring at my tits like he could bite a whole chunk of them off.
His breathing is so heavy I can hear it… I can feel it.
“Bend over” he says.
I cross my arms making my boobs pop up and it’s like I have strings going from my nipples to Trevor’s sanity. Because my tits move as I breathe and he seems to be squirming inside his own skin.
“You know what was funny?”
“Bend over”
“The way you held on to your beer all night. It was the bottle I shoved in my pussy, wasn’t it? You finished drinking it, but you didn’t put the damn thing down. I noticed this one time when someone tried to take it and you almost lost it. Were you really that desperate to smell me? I mean, what was up with that?”
“Tess?”
“Yeah?”
“Bend over”
“Make me”
“Ok” he says, quickly and carelessly. He grabs me before he even finishes replying. And considering his reply was only two letters, that was quite impressive.
He grabs one of my wrists and my waist, trying to turn me over so he can fuck my ass. I don’t fight him too much, but I don’t make it easy for him either. Trevor is large and thick. I swear his arms are about as thick as my thighs so when he grabs me like this, there is little hope for me even if I was trying to fight him with all I had.
“It’s so fucking easy to make you” he whispers “You said you wanted to be taken against your will and I thought I was gonna be sore and broken the following morning. But no… you’re like a little kitten with no claws”
Why does he have to do that?
Yeah, I know he is like four times my size, but there is no need to humiliate me.
“If I wanted to hurt you, you’d hurt” I say.
“If you wanted to hurt me, I’d tickle”
“Can you be quiet while you fuck me? Sometimes your voice pisses me off”
“You say that and I feel like singing” he grabs me harder and bends me over.
“At least when Ethan dry humped me, he just went for it. Instead of giving it intros like a little bitch”
Is it possible to hear someone’s blood boil?
I think it is.
I think I can hear it now.
Trevor backs off. I am bent over with my naked ass up and yet he is the one in a vulnerable position.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I turn my head to the side and repeat it, carefully, like he is dumb “That when Ethan rubbed his cock against my ass, all he made me listen to was his warm moans. And I enjoyed it more than…”
He shuts me up by grabbing my throat.
His hand is large and strong, when he puts his fingers on my neck they go around me almost completely. And then he squeezes.
He’s done some versions of this before: choking me. But, like I said, it always felt playful. This time it feels real. This time his fingers are unrelenting, tightening around my throat to the point where I can’t even gasp because I have no air. Trevor hasn’t had a hair cut in a while and his hair falls over his eyebrows almost reaching his eyes and when he brings my face close to his, his hair tickles my nose.
“Apologize”.
“Fuck you” I whisper with whatever breath I have left.
He licks his lips like he is about to commit a crime. And then his face disappears from my line of sight as he turns me around. He sits on his bed and grabs me by throat and hair to bend me over his knee so he can spank me.
I am fully naked.
He is fully dressed.
There is something mind numbing erotic about being at a man’s disposal like this.
That and the fact that he is far to strong for me to do anything. He moves me around like I’m a little rag doll, made of cotton and light fabric. He wants me this way, then he wants me that way. I have to oblige no matter how many times I say fuck you, because he is right… I can’t fight him. And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.
I sink my elbows in his bed and try to arch my back a little so I can look at him, but he has his fingers on my hair, shoving my face down like I’m a disrespectful servant.
“Don’t fucking move” he lets go of my hair, but still has me grabbed by the neck. He needs one hand to… spank me? That’s what I think, but the hit never comes.
That’s when I hear it: that sweet sweet sound of leather running through loops of jeans. He is removing his belt with only one hand, he loops it around his hand once, like a lasso and rubs it against my pussy.
I close my eyes.
Fuck, this is good.
My puss is still fresh from waxing to the point where my skin is very sensitive. Even panties and shorts pressing against it already feel a little odd. The leather on his belt is something else. Hard and edgy. He caresses my slit with it and I feel it slide more and more as it gets lubed up by my pussy honey. But then he turns it a bit and the edges of the leather hit my clit like a knife, waking me up from the torpor of pleasure with a slice of pain.
I bite my lips to have some control over my moans.
Fuck, I like pain.
I really fucking love pain.
I had no idea.
I can’t really understand it or explain it.
If I am being completely honest, I am not even sure I can accept it.
But it’s true.
The edges of the belt cut into my pussy and I feel my tits going hard and my head going light.
“Apologize, and you get the belt” he says “Don’t apologize and I’ll fist fuck you. Choose”
“I want the belt” I beg. Fuck I want that belt. I wanna feel it burning against my ass.
I am bent over his legs, so my boobs are brushing agains his jeans. I can’t really move my arms in this position, not without him squeezing my throat tighter.
“Apologize”.
“I’m sorry” I say begrudgingly while rolling my eyes.
“Did I hear attitude in your voice?”
“You heard an apology. Don’t be a needy bitch”
I think he dropped the belt on the bed because the thing being pressed against my pussy is his hand. He fucks me with one finger and that is enough to kill the mood.
I am bent over his knee laughing my naked ass off.
That was his threat? Really?
He threatened to fist me but decided to… finger me instead?
“This is how you punish me?” I am laughing. He puts another finger in but whatever “I think you lost your skill, Trev. I’m bored”
The hand around my neck chokes me so hard my whole head shakes back, like a bad dog being pulled by the collar. That’s when finger three and four go in. And the finger five.
My eyes go wide cause this feels weird as fuck.
I’ve had some pretty large dicks in me, Trevor’s being one of them but a full fucking clenched fist plus some forearm is too much. My pussy muscles are stretching like I am giving birth to his arm, and there is so much man inside me that all those little delicious nerves inside my puss are feeling him, everywhere at the same time.
He presses in a little more.
Fuck.
Ok.
Enough right?
How much of his forearm is he gonna ravage me with?
He is hard in his jeans. His erection is obvious, poking me across his lap, like he is ready to fuck me through his pants and my stomach.
I try to say no, but he is grabbing my throat too tightly so I shake my head.
“You ready to apologize?”
I nod and he lets me go so I can speak.
“I’m sorry” I squirm my whole body still bent over his lap trying to escape his fist but I don’t think it’s possible for a woman in my situation to escape this hold at all.
“What?” He pretends he didn’t hear.
I sink my fingers in his sheets so violently I’m unmaking his bed.
He shoves his fist deeper and I scream.
“I’m sorry. Fuck. Trevor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”
“What for, baby?” He pulls my hair, arching my body so he can whisper against my temple.
I thought fisting was like being fucked by a large dick.
I was adorably wrong.
Being fisted is like being fucked by an unnaturally large never-ending monster dildo. It’s the thickest thing you ever had up your pussy. It’s the longest thing you ever had up your pussy. And while a man’s hips and thighs carry a lot of punch, being fucked by a dominant hand has a powerful kick of its own. And it’s easier… he doesn’t have to hold his body weight on his hands and elbows, which means he won’t get as tired as fast.
I try to move my legs to crawl away from his lap and get that fucking arm out of my pussy but he has a hold of my hair like I’m a pet. Like he is trying to have me bathed and cleaned and I am not cooperating.
“Shh-shh. What are you apologising for?”
“For… for…” I am still trying to crawl, trying to squirm, trying to turn. That arm inside me doesn’t feel natural one bit and yet I am leaking pussy juice like an ice cream cone in the summer, pulling and pushing his bed linen until his sheet are a clump around us “Fuck, Trev… for whatever. For everything. For calling you names. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry”
He takes his fist out and I feel like I am breathing for the first time.
He kisses my temple, says “Good girl” and then he hits me.
His belt smacks my ass so hard I can hear it echo around the walls.
I gasp in surprise, grabbing his thigh and pressing my stomach against his erection like a whore.
“That’s my good girl” he smiles, stroking my hair “You want more?”
“Yes, please, daddy” I think I say these words, but they come out of my mouth sounding like one single long moan.
He whips me again.
I noticed he has been spanking me harder every time he does it. And every time I think “ok, now he is spanking me as hard as he can” only to be proved wrong the next time, when his hit is even stronger.
The belt hurts me the worst. But now I’m not sure if he can still do more.
“Trev?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you hitting me as hard as you can?”
“No, sweetie” he caresses my ass before spanking it again “You want daddy to be kinder?”
“No” I spill so fast it makes him laugh “I wanna feel the hardest you can do. Can you stop holding back?”
“No. We go slow”
“Please” I cry, pressing my body against his cock “Please, Trev. Please, spank your baby girl. She wants it”
“Does she?” He kisses my forehead.
“Yes, please”
“The hardest I can?”
“Yes” I have a smile now. I am so wet, it’s pathetic.
“Ok” he whispers “this is gonna hurt”
“Don’t hold back” I beg and brace for it.
He doesn’t hold back.
He whips my ass with such an intense violence my whole body moves forward and he needs to hold me to keep me in place. The sound is so loud I am sure everyone heard us downstairs and… if they didn’t hear the sound of leather against skin, they definitely heard my scream.
It burns. Like the belt slashed my flesh and I now have an open wound.
It’ hard and painful… and delicious.
“Fuck” Trevor sounds upset “I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks where he hit them “That’s gonna leave a mark”
“It doesn’t hurt so much” I say, but that’s just cause I’m wet like a virgin being fingered for the first time. It does hurt. A lot.
“It will hurt tomorrow. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks again and I wanna hold him and call him baby so bad right now “I’m not letting you decide things anymore”
“Ok, daddy”
“I decide everything from now on, yes?”
“Yes” I nod, like I’m the best girl ever and I get another kiss on the forehead. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but I am loving these.
“I want your ass now, ok?” He whispers against my temple and he sounds so gentle “I’m gonna fuck it really hard, but you’re gonna take it, ok, baby?”
“I’ll take it”
“Good girl. Bend over”
I obey really fast. What the fuck, Tess? I don’t know why I’m suddenly cooperating but these forehead kisses after the hard spanking are something else.
My clit is so sensitive I can feel it throbbing.
I am so wet that I barely feel any friction when I move my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask, putting my ass up while he unzips his pants.
“Yeah, that works. Stay right there. This is gonna be hard, ok? It will hurt again. But you made me wait all night like a fucking cunt so I will go really hard”. Fuck, he sounds sweet. How can he say mean things and sound so sweet?
“I can take it”
“Of course you can” he says with an adoring voice “Here” he has his cock out and close to my face “Put this in your mouth to lube it up”.
Oh fuck yeah.
I swallow it, spitting on it and licking it good.
Trevor has that loud manly moan that makes me almost reach an orgasm.
“Slowly” he growls “Don’t make me cum. Not yet”
I take him out of my mouth.
“Is this ok?” I stroke it up and down. He has his eyes closed and I think he forgot what he was supposed to do next “Daddy!” I cry “Aren’t you gonna fuck my ass?”
“Yeah, baby” he seems out of it, which makes me feel incredibly fucking hot. He grabs my hips and presses the tip of his cock against my hole.
I had him there before, it was quite fast but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
But I had a feeling he was going really easy before and I don’t think he’ll be as kind now.
His hands sway through my curves. Trying my butt and my waist, then all the way to my tits and back.
“You are so good” he says, and I don’t think he means my attitude.
He leans over me so he can kiss my nape and whisper in my ear.
“Tessie?”
“Hm?”
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” I moan like I am pleading.
“I’m gonna show you I can rough you up without you having to make me hate you, ok?”
I think he got a lube somewhere cause I feel a cold gel in my ass.
“I thought you liked brats” I pout.
“Oh, baby, I love brats. But I can be a hard fuck either way. You ready?”
I nod and the strangest thing happened.
It’s like Trevor is now Two Trevors.
Trevor One is sweet and kind. He is worried about me and making sure I am ok. He kisses me on the shoulder and the tone on his voice makes me feel… loved?
Trevor Two is a sadistic dom. He doesn’t give a fuck about my well being and will rough fuck my ass like I’m a sex doll with a plastic hole. His hand is heavy and he’ll spank or pinch anything he wants.
Trevor One seems to be in charge of lips and voice.
Trevor Two seems to be in charge of body and words.
“That ass is mine now, you fucking cunt. I’m gonna fuck it so rough, you’ll be asking permission to sit from now on”, the words coming out of his mouth sound horrible. Nasty. But his voice! His tone! It’s so low and soft. Endearing. Like a teacher who really cares about you and wants to explain that the exam will be hard but you’ll be better for it.
His body around me has absolute control over me. His hands on my hips push my ass into his cock in one sweep. He is not slow or calm. He ravages my once virgin ass like a viking assault. Like he is gonna come, ransack me and leave whenever the fuck he wants.
His cock is thick and my ass is inexperienced, so it hurts.
But I can’t even be bothered by it, cause while his body is violently taking mine with no care, his lips are on my nape and down my shoulder giving me the sweetest kisses.
And his moans! God. I love a man who can moan. Loudly. Proudly. I can feel his pleasure through them. The moans and growls and groans and howls. He is feeling my ass so good.
“Fuck, you’re tight” he gasps “I hope you enjoy this cause I’m fucking your ass everyday”
“If I don’t enjoy it?”
“Then I’ll take it with you kicking and screaming” he says with that loving tone and fucks it harder.
I am moaning myself. Barely able to stop. Biting through the clump os sheets I made around us to try and keep quiet.
Trevor humps me from behind like an animal, with such power on his hips that every time he slams into me, I feel the belt wound on my ass cheeks burn again.
It all hurts. Anal hurts, specially with how hard he is doing it. The spankings also. It’s all the good pain… the one I like. But I am missing some pleasure to make it better.
“Can you make me cum?” I ask.
“Be quiet or I’ll gag you”
“Please, daddy. Finger me a little?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kisses my back “No. I am just gonna use you and fill you up with jizz. You’re worthless, you understand? Taking my cum is all you’re good for”
What.
Why.
This is so odd.
I feel upset. He says that and I am longing for my forehead kisses again. Why?
How does he do this? He makes me… needy.
But he… he does finger me.
He places his hand just in reach of my slit and clit, fingers lined up in a way that when he fucks me, the movement makes my pussy brush by all his four fingertips.
Little bit of pleasure.
But not enough.
So I try to hump his fingertips like a dog, wiggling my hips trying to find them underneath me. He lets me have them but every now and them he pulls them away a little bit.
“Before I’m done. I did promise you this” he growls. His fingers vanish for a second and I almost cry out in despair, but the air gets robbed from me when his belt loops around my neck and he pulls.
Like a pet on a leash. Tight around my throat, choking me the hardest he ever has.
If my clit had a mouth, it would scream. I am so horny I could cum just by being spanked. I can feel every part of my body so clearly. Spread open on all fours on someone’s bed, tits shaking at every strike of a thick cock burning all the way up my ass. The bright pain on my ass cheeks still reminding me of the whipping, while Trevor shoves his pussy juice soaked fingers in my mouth to gag me. Not that I had to be gagged… with that belt looped around me like a noose, I can’t even breath right let alone speak.
I feel like a piece of meat being served and loving every second of it.
I had no idea sex could be this good.
No idea.
God, how will I ever go plain missionary ever again?
He holds the belt with one hand, keeping me leashed like a wild horse and takes his other hand back between my thighs. He slides two fingers through my pussy lips keeping them open. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else. But the strikes of his cock makes my body move and, open like that, it feels like some fresh breeze hits my pussy and fuck my ever lasting life, that feels glorious. Just the puffs of air are enough to make my clit sing and dance. I start moaning like I am begging for my life.
“I’m keeping you as a pet now. Gonna cage you with your shaved pussy up so I can have it every morning for breakfast. But first you’re gonna give me a color, hm?”
I remain quiet cause I’m not sure I understood.
“You hear me, you cunt? Give daddy a color. Right now”
I don’t know what to say. If I say red he’ll stop and I don’t want him to stop. But the belt is a bit tight so I try “Y-yellow”.
The belt immediately loosens. I think he dropped it completely and brings his hand to my throat instead. Holding me lightly.
“And your ass?” He moans.
“It has your shape by now, daddy”
“Good. So fucking good” God, I love his moans. I’m gonna cum “Here, you can fuck this”
He puts a pillow between my thighs and its not a lot, but it’s something. My clit is so desperate to be included and to get any touch at all that my whole body dives for that pillow like it’s the last life jacket on a sinking ship. It’s fluffy and does very close to nothing to tame down my needs, but my body is in agony so I take it.
And I gotta confess…
I miss the belt.
On my throat.
Trev still has a hand there but it’s not the same.
Maybe I was just a bit scared of the novelty. I don’t know.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“It was green before” I decide.
“What?”
“You can choke me with the belt, I liked that better”
Trevor laughs out.
“Of course you did. Fucking whore, you are” he grabs my neck with both hands really tight but doesn’t bring the belt back. Hand does the trick though.
I can’t breath right.
His muscles tighten and I know he is about to cum.
“Fucking cunt” he moans “I’m gonna dump my load in you now. What will you say?”
“I’ll say thank you” I gasp, choking.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, daddy”
“Yes, you will”
My pussy found a nice angle to hump the pillow, on one of its edges where the pillowcase fold makes it a bit harder. So I am rubbing my clit against it like it’s a full sized dick. The cock in my ass is actually starting to feel good.
Being deprived of oxygen makes every sensation crazy intense. Like they all last way longer than they are supposed to.
I am so close.
Fuck.
I just need a little more.
Just a little more.
“Rub my pussy?” I beg “Please, fuck, rub my pussy” I try to take my hands there to do it myself and Trevor gives up the choke to hold my elbows back. He does it so overwhelmingly that I lose my balance completely, with my arms fully pulled behind my back, my face drops into the mattress. I can’t move. He holds me by the elbows and fucks my ass like a beast. Moaning and breathing loudly rising up to his orgasm.
My body shakes and convulses.
I just need a slap in my pussy. A spank in my ass. A bite on my ear. I swear to God, I just need a little nudge and I’ll cum too.
Trevor starts climaxing and my entire body feels the despair of not being allowed the delicious release it has been anticipating.
“PLEASE” I cry out “Fuck, Trev, PLEASE” I move my ass back humping his cock, squeezing my pussy muscles to try and make myself cum.
And just as he is about to tip over, just as he is almost done, he grabs my puss and my clit.
It’s not a brushing of the fingers, it’s not calm or discreet.
He violates me. Rubs my clit so forcefully it feels like he might rip it off and take half my pussy lip with it.
Going from zero touch, to little touch, to fresh air to being vigorously manhandled like that, is more than my clit could ever take. It’s just like the Two Trevors. The light touches versus the strong violations. The hardness versus the forehead kisses. My eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. I open my mouth in a silent scream while orgasm tears me into twenty pieces of Tess. His moans in my ear are so fucking hot. I can’t hold it in. I turn my face to the side just enough to lick him and that does it for him too. He rubs my clit even stronger and my orgasms (which was almost over) comes back with a vengeance. I feel it building up and blowing up again. One on top of the other. His hot jizz fills my ass and I loose my grasp of reality. My head becomes numb and I think I am squirting all over his bed. He never stops rubbing me. Never. Until I’m done. Until I’m dead.
We both drop on his bed breathing like we just survived a double marathon. It takes us fifteen minutes before either one of us can move.
And he is the one to do it fist.
Turning to get something in his drawer before turning to me with a… gel? Of some kind?
He takes some of it out of the tube and gently spreads it on my ass cheeks where the belt hit me.
“Trev…” I laugh “I’m fine. It’s fine. I asked for it”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow” he says, ignoring me to keep on pouring gel on my wound “Can’t believe I did it. You’re crazy, I can’t listen to you”
“Well, in your defense, you were really horny”
“I should know better”
“Relax!” I pinch his ear “And I should go” I check the time and you know… it’s a safe bet that all the people in this house now know we are having sex, but one can still try to play innocent.
“No. You’re sleeping here tonight” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Tess, please. I was really rough with you tonight”
“You’ve been rough before” I look around for my towel.
“Not like this, I wasn’t. Please stay? Let me take care of you?”
“Wow, Trev” I tease him “I am a little disappointed. Take care of me?”
“Tessa…”
“Have you gone soft? Cause I gotta tell you, a true dom would…”
“Tessa, red, ok? Red. I’m serious right now”
I drop my smirk.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were just being silly”
“I’m not” he slowly brings me back to bed and into his arms “Listen, being this rough while being this intimate is something that takes its toll”
“I feel fine. Truly! I wanted all that!”
“I know. But it’s still hard on the body. And… on the mind, I guess”
“Trev, I’m ok. I promise”
“You are ok right now. But in half an hour, you might feel it overcome you, and you might wanna cry and…
“And if that happens, I’d rather be alone!”
“And if that happens, I need to be there for you”
“I’m a grown woman, I’m not your responsibility”
“That’s exactly what you are! Tess…” he rubs his eyes “You trusted me to do all this to you. You trusted me to *hurt you*. It is my responsibility to make sure you are ok. Please?” He rubs my arms, gently “If it’s all the same to you, please sleep here with me? I’ll get you some gel if you’re hurting, I’ll hold you and make sure you are ok. Please?”
I hesitate, looking at him.
I really do feel fine.
But being hugged and kissed doesn’t seem all that bad.
“Maybe forehead kisses?” I joke, even though it’s not completely a joke.
“Definitely forehead kisses” he grabs me into his arms and pulls me under the blankets before covering me with kisses. On my cheeks, my lips and, yes, my forehead “We also need to talk” he says “I need to know what you liked and didn’t like. And how you felt with everything”
“Ok. But can we do that tomorrow? I’m really tired”
He takes a deep breath like he’d really rather do that now, but he’ll give in.
“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. But we will do that, you hear?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him, making a little light of his seriousness.
“And hey” he runs his thumb over my lips, caressing me so sweet “You know I say a bunch of stuff cause I know you like to hate fuck, but they are not true, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… when I call you worthless, for instance. You’re not worthless” he kisses my lips and something inside of me is melting “You’re priceless” he smiles.
He has such a lovely smile.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Tessa, don’t you dare start liking him.
Don’t you fucking dare.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tess”
“Thank you for not being an asshole all the time”
“Just some of the time, hm?” he laughs.
“Most of time!” I tease and he jokingly bites me making me smile “Are you gonna sleep with all these clothes on?”
“No!” he jumps out of the bed quickly to get his clothes off and is back in a second.
He pushes me into his arms and sinks his nose in my hair. I hug him back. He feels really warm and soft, even though all his muscles are so big and hard.
He kisses my hair.
“Good nigh, Tessie”
“Good night, Trev”
Yeah.
I’m fucked.