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He then proceeded to put his hand over her mouth again and told her “you will be my slave for the week, if you do a good job I will send a ransom to your parents and if they pay I will give you back. If you don’t do a good job I will kill you!”
Jenna was paralyzed with fear and he said “I hope you know what sex is and I hope you like it! Oh wait, I don’t give a damn!”.
Not as hot as some stories on here, but was kinky and just happened.
I have to admit that I have a panties fetish. I don’t enjoy wearing them, but the smell and taste drive me crazy. My wife is well aware, as she caught me in college with my dick in one hand and her dirty thong in the other. She wasn’t upset and actually understood my kink. I’m turned on by the smell and taste of a woman, and this is literally as close as you can get to a pussy when alone. She accepted my kink and I was able to enjoy her scent, her friends, family, etc. Over the years the opportunity for other women’s undergarments has diminished, but this weekend that changed.
We booked several hotel rooms for our teenage daughter’s birthday. While my wife and I attended to the birthday girl and her friends, my sister in law took the other kids. I’ll confess I’ve sampled her underwear in the past and never pasted up a chance to smell her sweet pussy. She just as beautiful as my wife, with long brown highlighted hair, perky breasts and an amazing ass. She is twice divorced with one kid and has pretty much sworn off men all together. She had lived with us for two months last year and I’ll admit I got pretty flirty. I loving referred to her as the “prude” and she in turn called me the “perv”.
I was super horny that day, I remember that.
My roommate Imelda was gone for the week, and it was Friday, the first day of my weekend. After breakfast, I sipped a cup of coffee on the porch, watching the sun getting warmer. I didn’t bother putting much on, just a thin sarong, and as I sat in the summer morning air, my fingers naturally were down at my crotch, under my wrap, idly touching my silky cunt hair, and then, since no one was around on the street in front of my house, one of my fingers slid into my moist crack, and little electric shocks went up my spine. I couldn’t quite see if any of my neighbors were at their windows, but figured I’d avoid problems, and so I headed inside. I tossed my coffee cup in the sink and grabbed a jug of red wine, filling up a plastic cup with my name Sharpied on the rim. (It was left over from a party last weekend.) I took a solid gulp of the wine, and then decided that before I masturbated, I needed to get high as fuck, so was bumbling around trying to find my water pipe, which was not sitting where it was supposed to be, on my coffee table. I managed to find it, up on the counter in the bathroom, where I had smoked it while pissing last night, just before bed. Right beside the pipe was a brick of rolling papers and it occurred to me that I hadn’t smoked a joint in forever, and so instead of the pipe, I grabbed the papers, my vial of weed, and went back down to the living room. I ignored my throbbing cunt, which was already wet from the thought of watching some good bondage porn and filling it with a large plastic cock. I sipped my wine and was rolling a joint when there was some commotion on my front porch and a rap at the door.
The weather had finally started to heat up as summer begins rolling in, cue all the cute flowy dresses, short skirts and booty shorts in my cute little GF’s (19) wardrobe. One particular evening we were out in the city, she was wearing a tight black denim skirt that came just down past her gorgeous ass and a little strappy top that outlined her toned stomach, perfect C cups, and to anyone that was paying attention, her cute little nipples. All be it this was the first time I’d seen her in this little number and it fired something off in me that made me want to mercilessly fuck her. Cut to an hour later, we had barely walked through the front door before slammed her against the wall throat first and began making out with her, her hands grabbing at my hair in response. I moved down her neck leaving light little bruises whilst I ripped her little top off, her perky tits bouncing back into place. At this point I picked her up, walked her down the hall and threw her on the bed like a ragdoll, pinning her hands above her head as I began sucking on her little nipples, leaving scratch marks down her side as I worked my way down her body. I pulled her denim skirt off, exposing a lacy red thong that was struggling to contain her perfect little pussy. After ripping it off her as I had done to the rest of her clothes I started lightly running my tongue up and down her clit, teasing her until she started begging me to pleasure her. I eventually caved and gave it to her just the way she likes it, two fingers in her pussy with my thumb and tongue working in unison on her clit. I brought her to the brink of orgasm and stoped, balling her hair in my fist and jamming my throbbing cock into her mouth. I think it’s fair to say she gives better head than any pornstar ever could, one hand running up and down my shaft whilst she gags and spits on my head. I flipped her over and she lifted her perfect ass a little, inviting me in. Whilst still holding on to her hair I started running my cock up and down her slick little slit for what must’ve felt like forever to her, as she started trying to push herself onto me. I eventually allowed her to take my full length inside her, and she let out the loudest moan of pleasure, our poor neighbours. Moans quickly turned to yelling as I started pounding her tiny tight pussy, spanking her ass so hard you could see all the outlines from each slap. From doggy style I flipped her upright on top of me into reverse cowgirl. She started riding me whilst we watched ourselves in the mirror, my hands grabbing and scratching her just the way she liked. She pulled out my phone and started videoing us as a little momento for later. Finally, I flipped her on her back, she put her legs up on my shoulders and I started pounding away once again, one hand firmly around her neck. I could feel her building to a hard orgasm and in turn that sent me over the edge too. We both came together, I felt her walls tighten around me cock whilst I shot stream after stream of cum up inside of her whilst she yelled and moaned in my ear. We both collapsed on top of each other, admiring all of the scratches and bruises wed left on each other like two wild animals.
Strap in folks this will be a long one.
Usual disclaimers, names changed to protect the innocent, everyone over legal age at the time.
Mel and I had been FWB for about a year before she met Jason. He seemed like a nice guy, we ran into each other at a couple parties after she ended things with me to try and get serious with him. I always tried to respect that, even though every time we saw one another that spark was definitely still there.
She was tall, almost as tall as I am at 6’1”. She was thin and strong, short brown hair, small breasts, wired tight with muscle. She had been a serious athlete all through school and it showed.
He was a little smaller than her,slight of build, long hair, pale complexion. Like Woody Allen and Ichabod Crane had a baby but it somehow came out effeminately handsome. He was funny and a talented artist. I could see what she liked in him and to be honest when I ran into them together the Bi part of me heated up pretty quickly, sex with her was always amazing, she made you work for it. She liked to be dominated but it was a challenge, she wasn’t going to just lay there and let you have your way with her. You were overpowering a 5’11” athlete who liked to play rough, and damn did she like to play rough. She wanted to be thrown around, choked, held down and fucked hard, and if you could do it she would cum over and over again.
I think that was part of the reason we had such chemistry. I am a big guy, over 6 foot tall, 220 pounds, I wasn’t an athlete or a gym rat but I grew up doing farm work and was working as a roofer at the time. I was strong enough to over power her and had a dominate streak in me that she just amplified. It seemed like I could never be too rough with her.
Traveling for work all the time had become a real drag. It was a drag on my health and fitness. A drag in my marriage. My wife and I had started to drift apart and acted more like co-parents rather than lovers. Being in our early 40s, we should have been hitting our sexual groove, but instead we rarely had sex and never saw each other naked.
As I drove home from the airport on a brisk Autumn afternoon, I was excited to be home more than a day earlier than planned. It was fall break for our two daughters, and they were away with friends for the long weekend. My wife and I would have four days to ourselves. It could be a real chance to reconnect. I was excited for the opportunity and the possibilities that might be in our future. Then I turned the corner and saw three black 7 Series BMWs sitting in the driveway.
As i started waking up from last nigh drinking party the first thing I felt was a warm sensation lingering between my legs. I slowly opened my eyes an after a second adapting to the light and regaining my sense. I was shocked to discover what was causing this sensation. A woman was on the bed with me, her head kneeled to my crotch and gently licking my pussy. I was so taken aback I wasn’t sure if I was fully awake or still in the middle of a dream. Before saying a word I tried to push her head off me but realized that my harms were tied together at the base of the bed and my legs to the end of it. I tried to yell at her but my mouth was taped. I was beyond confused, how did I end up here? Who was this woman? Did I get drugged last night? But before even more questions started filling my mind, my body suddenly shivered as waves of pleasure erupted in my brain. I looked again towards my assailant, her red hair hiding her face as she caressed my pubs with her pale thin hand. I could feel every movement of a her tongue, circling carefully the entrance of my intimacy. I tried in vain to break out of my bounds as fear and confusion overtook me. Then I saw both her hands slowly caressed their way up my body and resting on my breasts. She played around my nipples, pitching them gently as they started extending. She them lifted her head up, strings of saliva still connecting her mouth to my swollen pussy. Despite my anger I was in awe of her beauty. Her green eyes look deeply into mine as her long fiery hair rested on her voluptuous breasts.
Ronaldo had not finished with Melissa just yet. Though he had just covered her breasts in ropes of cum, his erection still raged on. He was filled with the desire to have her in every way possible.
Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he pulled her so that she was on all fours and walked her over to the window.
It was dark now, but the glow of the streelights and lights from neighbouring houses lit up her body in all the right places. He could see the lust still burning in her eyes. Her expression was one of insatiety.
He loved her like this. Hungry. Wanton. His. There was no time to waste. Quickly, he positioned himself behind Melissa and plunged deep into her . He knew the neighbours would hear her screams but tonight they would also get a show.
That knowledge pushed him into high gear. With one hand in her hair and the other pressed firmly on her lower back, he drilled her mercilessly. It was not long before her breathing quickened and his cock was dripping with her juices.
I waved to my last patient for the day, no change to her specs presciption. As she left, I locked the door to the store, turning back to see Ellie counting the days takings. She was the manager on for the day, it had just been the two of us from three as a colleague went home sick. She was wearing her usual work outfit, a close-fitted black dress that hugged her curves, twitching whenever she moved. As I walked toward my testing room, I couldn’t help steal a glance, not for the first time. She was small, standing just over 5 foot, with long, wavy blonde hair that she was constantly tucking behind her ears when it drifted across her lightly freckled nose. She’d always been thin, but had a child a couple of years back, and her breasts had stayed full and large ever since. Her plump, round butt looked like it could’ve been sculpted by an artist, and she put in the work for it at the gym most nights.
As I passed her, she sighed heavily. “Less than a thousand, what an awful day.”
Convincing Madeline That She is a Fucking Whore Pt. 2 [Freeuse] [MF] [Virgin]
Sam lived in the apartment next to Madeline. He lived right next to the room that she stayed in, and because the apartments were on the cheap side, he could hear **everything** that went on in there.
“Open up wide, Mads I am going to come,” the male voice would say. That noise was always followed by his loud moans, and they were typically filled with Madeline’s encouragement. She would tell him how much she wanted his cum, how much she *needed* his cum, and after a couple more grunts and groans, he would inevitably hear Mads thanking the male afterward for placing his load directly onto her face or into her mouth.
*”Thank you thank you thank you!”* she would say. The way she said it, with a slight whine in her voice and a streak of excitement mixed splendidly together, would make his cock as hard as it could go. Sometimes he felt like she broke it because it would ache a bit until he stroked it while listening to her. When he would bust his load into his sock or into a random tissue that he had, he would picture her looking up at him. He would picture her begging him, and licking his tip, and then he would shoot a load that felt like a quart was pouring through his penis, soaking whatever he was using to catch it.