Tracing my lips, flicking my eyelashes. Finishing up my makeup was always a treat for me as I stepped back to admire my self in the mirror.
“Dam girl, you must be on the hunt again” I whispered to myself staring back into the total stranger that stood in that mirror. Make-up perfect, a new bra and panties cut to the island style of dress.
“Now about the dress” my eyes darted to the hanger. Slowly turning, stalking towards it. With each step my tits jiggled as my new heels clicked on the tile floor. Reaching out, allowing the fabric to take me to the Pink Sands, to feel the breeze as it gently wraps around me. Caressing even my wettest places.
“Mmm, you know what this sundress needs… a belt. A wide (feeling myself getting wet) belt that points to… Mmmm. I have just the thing in the closet” now backing off that tantalizing piece of fabric before I actually started to make out with it.
* * *
“Flirting with the hotel manager is always fun” I chuckled. Smiling as he handed me this special card and told me of a dirty little secret. One that I almost fucked his brains out over. Leaning back as the elevator door silently closed. Even leaning against the hand rail, so my cute little bum and cunt could be seen for miles around. Letting the sun soak in through the massive window that was the elevator.
Watching as the numbers moaned their way past. “1st floor, 2nd flo…, 3rd, 4th” until finally, “Sexth floor” by now just a whisper below a full orgasm. Checking the card, looking for the number. “6…” my heart skipped a beat. “…9, and they say there is no sinful pleasure in the 69” unable to hide the grin as it planted itself on my lips.
My feet where moving. One in front of the other. Stretching out my slightly muscular legs. Each one landing and pulling forth my thin frame. The slight shadow of my thigh muscle clearly defining it’s boundaries as it put me face to, Ah… face with the 69th door.
Giving myself a little prep talk before barging right in. “Keep it cool, don’t over react once you see her and remember she is your friend!” Sliding that key card in the lock. Hearing the tumblers click to give me the hot and horny green light. Pushing in the door as the moisture from a recent shower sparked my imagination. “Remember keep it…” hearing the click as her bum, held tight and firm swayed in front of me.
Dropping everything at that moment. From her hair being done to perfection, to her glowing skin. “My fuck, I want her now” I mouthed to myself. My feet where moving as I closed the gap between us. Turning to face me butt it was to late as my arms encircled her. Pressing her C cups into my triple D’s. My hand groping for the feel of her ass. My mouth set back by the makeup she wore even though my body wanted to submit right there!
* * *
Me not hearing the tumblers. Not knowing who was breaking into my hotel room, my heart. The first kiss made me wet. With hands scouring my bod looking for my booty. Hiking my leg up so if nothing else I would have this Kitty burglar. The kiss, the first thing that all should be aware of. From the taste of the lips my tongue took over. She might have had me against the wall butt I could tell who was in control. The shock of being mauled from behind caused me to drop my belt butt as much as I wanted to scold her my hand found away to scold and press her mouth into mine.
“Oh dam, pull my hair! Make me your bitch for tonight” I moaned. The first to submit under thoughts brutal full tongue kisses that were just as sloppy as my orgasm. “Nya..” I breathed. “I wanted you, Oh my fuckkk (hips still thrusting even though I was the one who invaded her personal space).. please, Mmm plea.. fuck me… Ple.. fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” unable to control my own body as the convulsions turned into a drooling mess as my cunt pressed into hers.
“This is something that I needed, something that I wanted” as I pushed Nina toward the bed. Our kisses, our lip locking lesbian hold we had on each other was getting intense.
I don’t know if Nina lost footing or tripped butt with the tangle of feet we went down. Down does not mean down in my books. Planting both hands at her side, drifting down from her lips to her neck. Having the younger Nina under me shutter was the key to a quick and heavy pet.
“My fuck, she is so fucking wet!” I screamed inside my head. And yet despite the temporary paralysis my lip drug down off her neck.
“Yes yesss yesssssssss” my body kept on chanting. As I was catching my breath. That fall not only knocked the breath out of me “Butt, buttt, buttttt…” Sucking in every last piece of air that was around me. I moaned, starting soft and quiet. Until I couldn’t hold it in any longer! “No, no, yesssssssss” echoed through my body as my primal instincts kicked in. “Nya.. Ooo OooOoooOoooo yesss” bucking would never get her off of me butt how else am I supposed to cum!
Hearing the moan, feeling the tremors as each one was centered around the wet mess of a cunt Nina had. Taking my hair to one side, my tongue just grazed the tip of her nip. Sending her into more moans of delight. “I will keep playing with your nips, sucking on your tits, groping those…” Mmm I wish I could finish my verbal tease butt Nina found another use for my leg as it was firmly planted between her legs.
“Cum, Cum.. Yesssssssss cum now” I squealed, my brain capacity has been leaking from between my legs. Making me one hot fucking mess and wanting to cum some more, a lot more and.. and. Grating on Nya’s leg, rubbing my cunt, my juicy little pussy until I just had to cum!
“OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm yesss OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss” I barely could breath now butt Nya kept on toying with my nips, sucking on my tits! I must cu.. “Ooooh fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm.. … OooohOooohOooohOoooh!” With that last gush of cum, with that last heart stopping orgasm. I was done for, “Finish Mmm please” I think I mumbled.
Even with my cattiness, my sneaking into her room, my forceful way of taking Nya. She still has all the power over me.
Seeing Nina go through her last orgasm, shuttering still, her body so relaxed. “Do you want some lunch, cuz some little Kitty thief just served up the teaser for a midmorning snack” I offered my fuck doll Nina, “And you can tell me about your hard grinding (yes, just trying to keep things in perspective between my leg and her nice wet mess of a cunt) trip” I smile up at her, still threatening to lick her nipple again if I hear the wrong (or the write) answer.
* * *
“I just can’t believe what I did” I shuddered so hard I could not even recognize myself in the reflection. “I lied!? I bulked at my own brother health just what kind of sister am I” staring down into my drink. Waiting for Nya to put me through the wringer.
“But that is not going to happen cause genius me sent her off all alone to the most perfect place one could hope for for a last minute hurray before we settle down in dullsville” closing my big eyes. Yes, this is the time to gather all my feelings, pick-up each and every one of them that has been scattered around me and the Tiki Lounge and head back to the airport for…
Freezing in mid thought, something happened to catch her eye. And that something is her true love.
Sucking on her bottom lip, chewing on this flap of skin that she uses to form words, to show emotion and to kiss with. “Just look at her…” not even sure if that sentence was done or not.
“Hey Chica, I get the feeling that I know what you are talking about” downing the last of his Irish coffee. “So what you lied. That is something that happens everyday and if you’re feeling down then don’t do that the following day. Thanks A’drea, see you around Chica” A’drea handed back TJ’s credit card. Nodding to this lost woman sitting next to him who seems more content on talking to her coffee rather than drinking it. A’drea nodded back affirming that TJ paid for her too.
“And I got to meet.. Mom and Joe… and their three kids” finally picking up the cold mug of coffee. Bringing it to her lips. Watching Nya with the new girlfriend, the mug poised at the lip ready to be tipped back for even the smallest of sips.
“It almost like I can hear them laughing… No wonder I feel in love with such a hot chick. Always finding friends and sticking” for the briefest of moments the mug trembled in her hand as a big grin washed over her face.
“Mmm Mmmm, now I see why they love their phones so.. Mmmuch” the coffee mug was falling to the bar top with only Yasmin’s hand to stop it from shattering.
Taking in a heavy breath, with trembling hand Yasmin finally grips her coffee mug with both hands. Trying to steady the tremble, trying to blink back the image right in front of her no more than twenty feet away. With TJ and A’drea watching, betting if this time liquid shall pass those full lips or will the coffee mug just simply shatter on impact as it falls to the bar.
“Mmmm, just look at those sexy long legs, I wonder if… Ooooh yes” trying not to be so obvious that she was spying on a patron butt with the reversal of the legs. The cross that was shifted and just getting a flash of Yasmin’s pink desire. Her new vibraphone was pulverizing her pussy. Working up her own juices to a lather. This time the coffee mug slammed down on the bar top spilling it’s black magic all over the top of the bar surface.
“She must have a new vibraphone” A’drea whispered to TJ in a amused way. “The poor woman must have a least a lukewarm coffee” grinning at TJ one last time then springing to action.
The unhook of the trembling finger. The speed at which A’dria cleaned the bar top. The steaming mug that replaced the cold one.
“Dam, your quick” TJ said as no more than thirty second had passed since A’drea left.
“Now we…” A’drea attempted to say. Not even getting to finish that thought before the mind numbing orgasm set in as Yasmin now abandon her grip on the coffee mug. Gripping her stomach and the bar top, with tears streaming from her eyes. “An…d now” A’drea’s next sentence was complete as Yasmin’s hand moved from her stomach to her mouth. Biting her hand, swallowing every last moan that she had.
“That is going to ruin her skirt you bad girl” TJ smirked to A’drea who was just grinning. “That’s right hold it in till she leaves” poking at A’drea’s side.
“How bad do I want to feel her loving spankings. How bad do I want her to eat me out” as I was saying this my cunt constricted around the vibraphone. Getting the buzz of a message reminder along with the warmth of a.. “Hot mug of coffee?”
“Guess I haven’t been hear for so long but to watch Nya, Nya Rose soon to be Nya Thorn… No, no, no Nya Rose and Yasmin Rose” with that being settled the next sight that greeted my eyes was the tender kiss that drives me crazy even thou this is Nya’s friend who was getting it.
With the blink of my eyes our entire life flashed before me. From being sent on a local confrontation to find the parents in Dr. N. Rose’s office. To the relief they showed upon walking out, the magnetic way she pulled me into her office and into my bed. The amazing orgasms that she gave me and held me at.. even on some night’s. Too the way she caresses my body, spanking all my cares away. To the way she makes me feel inside, all naughty and loved no matter what our day has been like.
Staring down at my mug of black magic seeing my own reflection beaming back at me. Looking across the bar at that one table. Seeing the one who I will call mine so soon. Oh how I wish I could be apart of that kiss! Within all those tangle of tongues finding hers and submitting to her every…
“Mmm Mmmm… Wait, I have to go if I am going to make this next flight! Just one sip of that black magic and, and I’m… “Off to paradise by the form of black magic, Mmmmmmmmm.”
* * *
“Hey bae” I purred “how about we…”
That pause, that innocent statement caused Nina to shiver. Even though Nya sat across the table, hands locked around a glass of Cherry CumStar soda. Eyes meeting even though Nya sucked on a straw. Swallowing hard, trying to keep my composure I tried to speak on. “How about weee” taking a second breath for the current one was cut short by waves pleasure.
Wiping the drool from my mouth. Staring back into those bedroom eyes. Hands shaking so bad that all I wanted was to moan. Letting the sensation take me as the second breath fumbled from my lips. Slowly, hands shaking I set my glass of Cherry CumStar soda down. Wanting to tell Nya about my sort stay on the island, wanting to suggest that we forgo any plans and just stay in today and fuck our brains out. “Nya..” I started again.
“Yes, Nina” even thou those sweet words were just as innocent as sin. Something drug my mind down. Down into the gutter, back to the first time we meet. Those images flashing though my eyes like a old time picture show. I just have to blink…
Seeing my new BFF start to disappear. Watching her Goddess like figure being squeezed out. Being replaced by my own greedy body. By my own selfish sense of, of…
“Ooo..” I let it out. The first sign of submission. A submission that I wanted to give to her since we locked lips in the distance. Since I let myself onto her floor. Seeing that room at the end of the hallway. Counting one, two, three and finally ending up at eight. Looking at the door, this precious door. And recounting my steps. “Floor sex, room nine”.
It hit me right then. With my eyes closed for a blink. With the salty breeze softy blowing around us. My mouth hanging open as the moan started to form. The feel between my legs. The massage of ones foot that played with my cunt.
That stroked the very fiber of sanity. Letting it all go? To allow Nya to dominate me right here, right now? Breath, breath… Steady your nerves, your own O.
Finally feeling confident to open my eyes. To stare lust in the face. Slowly, slowly opening them up together. Catching her tits first. My drool dripping from my lip. Moving to intercept it butt not fast enough. The echo of something wet and heavy striking the wax paper that my breakfast was served on. Me trying to apologize with nothing butt moaning built up. It started to cum out. Letter by mind numbing letter! My apology, my.. my…
“Ooo Ooh fuckkk yesss” I moaned under my breath thou the distance was greater than appreciated. “Ooo yes, please.. plea…” seeing Nya’s tits as my eyes closed. The thought of suckling on them! Biting the nipple, pulling on the areola while I made my way down. Wild kisses cuz my body could not move fast enough. The thoughts of eating Nya Rose out was to much for me to handle.
“OooOoooOoooo yesss! I just want to throw you down and lick your.. you… (Dam, a wild orgasm! One that is surely to get me in trouble) Oh fuck, OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh…”
That release of adrenaline mixed with all the erotic flavors that make up Nya. The taste of her skin, to drink her juices that ran along her leg… I am in heaven.
Blinking back the image. Blinking back the vision of Nya. Even getting that sinking feeling when… “Oh, you are such the bad girl!” Towering over me, leaning back against the railing as the elevator door moaned shut. Me on my knees, poised to take you up even higher then before.
My first lick. The sensation that ran through me. The wild unbridled thoughts of all the way to make you cum. With every thought thou my mouth was there. Licking, sucking that luscious wet slit. Using my tongue to penetrate the soft skin that sounds the pearl of your sanity. To gorge myself on that little hard clit!
“Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm” as my tongue drug from the back to the top. Feeling every ridge, every valley that made Nya’s clit her own. Feeling her cum as it washed over my face not once, not twice butt thrice!
“I must have her again and again! I must. I Must.. hav… her Ooo Ooh Ooooh yesss.. fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” I exploded right there in that elevator with nothing butty mouth licking her cunt!
Wanting more, more cum. More of that soft sweet skin that housed Nya’s clitty. “Yes yesss I am going tOoo…”
“Sexth floor, Thank you cum again” the elevator moaned.
*
The taste of Nina’s kiss. The texture of her tongue. The smoothness of her lips. The feel of another woman who’s passion rivaled my own.
The impact with the door. The moan that crept from her throat. As I traced our arms up over Nina’s head. Pinning them there so my tongue could explore her mouth.
From sucking on her tongue. To plunging into her wet hole. Laying down and slowly dragging my tongue back over hers. This is going to be my time to torture this delicate little body that is so willing.
Finally giving up the pressure as the door swung in. Now my hand was free once more to graze her nipple. To pinch her areola. To caress her heaving breast. Nina Van Dyke your body is… Hearing, feeling the door squeeze shut any help that would dare cum between these two. …mine!
Using my memory of this layout. Pinning Nina once more against the wall. Gripping, sucking on her bottom lip as my hands began the seductive way of stripping her down.
Her Kitty Airways jacket was the first to fall. The skirt that trapped in the barren pussy quickly followed. Yes, even Nina wanted to feel me, wanted my tongue in more than her mouth.
Hearing her heart beat speed up. Hearing the scant rubbing of skin on wet skin. Hearing her sexy way of restraint as the first of many orgasms threatened her tight wet cunt.
Taking advantage of this little O spell. Running my hand down her arm and snatching it up by the wrist. My other hand was already up there gripping her hand. “You will be mine this morning” the only interruption was the constant fall of kisses on her tender mouth.
Getting the nod as my lips finally releasing her bottom lip sunk further down. My hot breath teasing her neck. Turning her on more for every micro second that passed.
“Good, good…” I mumbled as my lips passed over her fabric covered shoulder. “Leave your hand interlaced or…” My very wet slit wanted me to kiss, to suck on her tit or threaten me with a orgasm.
My lips parted just enough for her hard nip. I sucked, I pulled back bring Nina right to the edge. Feeling each button before it popped loose. Feeling the tightness in her stomach that threatened the silence that persisted between us. Even her feeling the release of her double D as my mouth wondered back up. “I want to sink my tongue so deep in your…” the teasing way I left things hanging left Nina’s heart at almost orgasmic speeds.
“Yes.. Oh please, yesss Nya” tumbled from her wet hole while my tongue flicked at her ear.
Pulling her blouse off listening to the top buttons strain then let loose from their stitching. Nina wanted me, wanted Nya Rose to satisfy her primal urge’s. “No, no you bad little girl I never said that you could move your hands.. now did I” with everything going my way. My breath so hot and sensuous teased her ear to the point of arresting her earlobe.
“Ooo OooOoooOoooo…” escaped her throat while my hands cascaded down her lace teddy sending signals straight into her pleasure center.
“Hold very still” was a whisper that left her ear.
With the heat caressing her tits. Plunging through the cleavage butt alas that was as close to touching her golden beauties as I got. Hearing her moan, seeing her stomach tighten. Smelling the faint sent of fresh cum as my tongue tagged her below her bellybutton. “Fuckkk Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm” seeped from her mouth. I could tell that her blouse had not yet fluttered to the floor as both arms were trying to capture my head and push my mouth down further. Tickling her sides from the top then just like before slowly, methodically tracing her ribs down with both hands. The hotness of my breath torturing the very essence of her sanity. Along with my breath came this as a warning, “Shhhh”.
Feeling her body buck hard as my teeth grappled with her inner thigh. Smelling the fresh cum as it came trickling down Nina’s leg. “My fuck, what I would do for the taste of Nina. To suck on her clit. To bury my tongue so deep in her pussy that she would cream in a non-stop fashion. Soon, just hold it together” raced through my mind to the point where it barely got the chance to register.
Sinking my teeth into the other thigh. Tasting Nina’s cum and flesh. Feeling her knees shaking. “Yes, this is getting close” just waiting for…
“Oh fuckkk, I’m … OooOoooOoooo” thrusting her hips out again, hoping to catch my tongue in the process.
Trying to remove her arms and hands from the blouse. Trying before the next orgasm. Frantically fighting against a product of her own devising.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.. I, I must” the feel of Nina bending over, the gasp of her cunt closing tight and through all this hearing the blouse flutter to the floor.
Looking up at this beauty. Watching her struggles until she finally wins. Hearing the thud of Nina’s head as she straightens up with her double D’s in each palm.
“Yes, Ooo yesss fuckkking eat Mmm out” she cried, twisting her own tits around. Pinching, pulling on the nips.
“What are you waiting for? You have her! She wants you to fucking eat her out! Do it. Do it!” That little voice in the back of your mind telling you that something is not right.. not mine.
From my hot steamy breath, to her hot dripping cunt, my tongue slithered. Diving deep on the first lick as silence followed. A silence that I could tell was not going to last.
Watching Nina’s hands. Watching as they cupped each breast. Watching as they squeezed each tit till the fingers meet the palm. Nina opening her mouth. Me dragging my tongue back against her g-spot, forcefully.
Then it began. A whole hearted orgasm. One that would make any that she has ever had pale in comparison. From the quake in her knees to the grip on her tits. From the bow in her back to the orgasm escaping from her mouth. With me just watching, licking, sucking, biting from my vantage point between her legs. Rubbing my own cunt battling through the waves of orgasms so I can give Nina Van Dyke the ultimate I missed you orgasm that my tongue could give.
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Tag: G-spot
Wet Dreams University Tumbling Temperature Dream Master (FF MF MFM MFF Anal BDSM Bondage Solo)
Finally kicking out from all the blankets on the bed. “Dam Pixel did something bust” Clarissa panted, fanning her naked body. “Fuck you’re so mean. Standing there showing off your hot bod while I lay here froze.. Clarissa, Clarissa where did she go?” With the hopes of hearing the Sexxee maker start to cum and buck Pixel was not prepared for Clarissa’s true intentions. Thinking of how Clarissa could roll out of bed and stand there fanning her triple S’s, “Fuck I got nipple burn just think..” The shiver allowed Clarissa all opportunity to slip under the covers without notice. Something tickled her clit, “Still cold or not she is one hot roomy.” Trying to whisper butt Clarissa heard it all. Clarissa’s hot breath blew across Pixel’s pink folds. Lingering as the breath swirled around the lone little peak. Giving a hard sigh followed with a shiver, “I guess I will get up.. up.. Oh shit (Pixel’s hips bucking uncontrollably), I just.. ..St w..t to cum Cum CUM!” Pixel’s hands going for her ice cold tits, targeting her rock hard nips. Sinking below the covers, following the hint of the triple S’s. The darkness was no match for Clarissa’s tongue. Pealing back each fold was like unwrapping a Great Orgy present. Even from the on sought Pixel had now idea how good Clarissa has becum at the cunt whisper game. Teasing each lip all on its own then tongue fucking Pixel’s tight little cunt. “Ooo, fuck Ooo Ooooh yes” flooded from her lips as Clarissa continued to batter the erect Mt. clit. Once again blowing her hot breath over the wet hole listening as Pixel wanted to cum butt she just wasn’t there yet. The lick started in Pixel’s asshole. The taste the ease.. so naughty, so wrong on so many levels. “Ooooh yesss.. I’m (cuming already) cuMmming” pinching on both tits, the nipples wanted to leech out to find the owner of that hot steamy breath. Pixel’s arms reaching for Clarissa’s head butt the sneak attack of a tongue to clit assault. “Ooo.. … …k Mmm (panting hard, knowing that her hips where going to buck again) … .o. n.. ..w Ooo” at that moment Clarissa added one thing. One long pointed finger to Pixel’s cunt. The sinking in, touching off every single g-spot that it passed. Even when Clarissa’s knuckles would not allow it to go any further, the shockwave it caused infiltrated Pixel’s very core. Not caring about the blankets any more, the Sexxee or anything else. Pixel flung the blankets off so she could raise her legs, so she could play with her tits unhindered by the added fluff. Catching her assassin by the tongue was a tricky way to go butt Pixel needed, wanted to taste herself and what better way then Frenching the one who made her cum. “Fuck I’m cold!” Angie barged right in, shaking from the cold snap that lingard over the island. “Warm me up, someone now!” Not even playing attention to Clarissa and her new fuck toy licking things out in bed. “Angie.. Ang..ie Oh fuckkk” Pixel wanted to share the warmth , to share the orgasm of the season. Spanking Angie puss, grabbing ahold of her tit and pulling her in for a kiss. There lips brushed like a orgasm in the night, well of one of them. “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Pixel moaned finally giving into all this built up power of orgasmic energy. The shutter in her cunt, the moan on her lips, the flood of cum that soaked the bed sheets. “I do believe my work here is done (squeezing her triple S’s before letting them fall), anybody want to do me in the shower” Clarissa sashayed her way into the Moanroom.
My wife fucked our best man (and one of the bridesmaids) in front of me [FMF] [Cheating/Cuckold]
Chloe and I met Brian and Alyssa in college. Brian and I met playing club sports, and Alyssa was in the same calculus class as Chloe. It wasn’t long before they both became a part of our friend group, and by the second semester of sophomore year they were dating. As the non-monogamous aspects of my relationship with Chloe began to develop (by which I mean, as she began to cuck me regularly), we remained “just friends” with Brian and Alyssa. We would go on double dates with them, take walks in parks, and generally do wholesome couple activities together. This went on throughout college and after graduation.
That’s not to say there was no sexual tension whatsoever, though. Once Chloe and I became close with Brian and Alyssa (henceforth Brilyssa), we shared the details of our relationship with them while drinking on a double date. We described it as we usually did — an open relationship that was open for Chloe, but not for me. They were both fascinated and intrigued, and the usual slew of questions began.
“Don’t you get jealous?”
“Doesn’t it bother you that she can fuck other people and you can’t?”
My wife fucked our best man (and one of the bridesmaids) in front of me [FMF] [Cheating/Sharing/Cuckold]
Chloe and I met Brian and Alyssa in college. Brian and I met playing club sports, and Alyssa was in the same calculus class as Chloe. It wasn’t long before they both became a part of our friend group, and by the second semester of sophomore year they were dating. As the non-monogamous aspects of my relationship with Chloe began to develop (by which I mean, as she began to cuck me regularly), we remained “just friends” with Brian and Alyssa. We would go on double dates with them, take walks in parks, and generally do wholesome couple activities together. This went on throughout college and after graduation.
That’s not to say there was no sexual tension whatsoever, though. Once Chloe and I became close with Brian and Alyssa (henceforth Brilyssa), we shared the details of our relationship with them while drinking on a double date. We described it as we usually did — an open relationship that was open for Chloe, but not for me. They were both fascinated and intrigued, and the usual slew of questions began.
“Don’t you get jealous?”
“Doesn’t it bother you that she can fuck other people and you can’t?”
[MF] My First Night With Angel Inbox (BDSM, Kink, D/s, Impact, Rope)
Angel and I met on my dating app of choice. Her photos suggested she was cute and creative. We clicked right off the bat as I appreciated how straightforward she was. We made plans to meet at a park to see if there was mutual attraction and chemistry. The cold weather meant we were pretty bundled up, but conversation flowed freely and her directness was again appreciated. We made plans to meet up the following week.
While the week passed, I sent her assignments, including a yes/no/maybe list and some other things I use to find out about my play partners. She sent me artistic and sexy photos – some past, some present. She’d text me to tell me how wet she was from the assignments and how excited she was to meet. When we were two days from our meeting, I sent instructions of what she was to wear, and what drinks she was to prepare for me.
On the day of our date I take public transportation to Angel’s house. I love the time to decompress before a date. The mixture of people takes my mind off things. I also like being dressed up with a bag full of kink toys, surrounded by people going about their day. The trolley drops me off one block from her house and I give her a ring to come down and get me. Angel opens the door looking stunning. Hair done up, make-up very tastefully applied, a fur shawl that lets a lacy midriff peak out before her black pants that drape nicely down to her heels. Her pants are made for her, and it shows.
Angel gives me a tour of the first floor and leads us to the kitchen. She offers to make a drink I hadn’t specified in my instructions. It sounds delicious, but being off menu would be cause for punishment, so I let her make that choice. Punishment it is. We talk out back and take a seat across from one another where I finally get a chance to see what she’s wearing. As she leans back into the outside couch I see the full lace top she is wearing, the great breasts I saw in the photos, and her perky nipples sticking through. As we sip our drinks and talk, the stiffness that we both had at the door drifts away along with the weight of the day. The exquisitely mixed drinks are as relaxing as the conversation. Angel makes another round of drinks before giving me a tour of her amazing house, and then dropping our stuff in the parlor where we finish our drinks on the couch.
As conversation winds down and our drinks finish, I ask if we should get started. She says yes, so I instruct her to remove her pants and shawl and stand for inspection in the middle of the room, facing away from the door, with her eyes closed. I take my time in the bathroom, making her wait, but this also gives me a chance to check my breathing and heart rate. Having someone submit to you is so exciting, but it’s also such an honor and responsibility, it’s important to me that I’m present. I take very deliberate steps, as the “clop” from the heel of my wingtips echo through the house. Her sense of hearing should be heightened with her eyes closed, so I try and engage what senses she has available to her.
I walk into a stunning sight, so I pause to appreciate it. Angel is standing for inspection wearing nothing but heels and a skin-tight lace chemise – feet shoulder width apart, hands behind her head, opening up her chest and putting herself on display. From the minute I step into the room, my movements become very deliberate. I walk up and put myself close enough for her to feel my presence, and very lightly run the back of my fingers down from her shoulder blade to the small of her back. I continue tracing the lines of her body before firmly grabbing her ass and breaking the silence with a complement of her ass, “Thank you, Sir”. Her response comes out as a whisper, she is obviously nervous and not taking full breaths. I walk to her front and trace her body in the same manner, teasing, but avoiding her pussy. She’s talked of being wet all day and I plan on extending her time of arrousal as much as I can. I finally get to feel those beautiful breasts and pinch her nipples. I compliment her again, “Thank you, Sir”.
I direct her to put her arms down, and this, “Thank you, Sir” is with a sigh of relief. I allow her to open her eyes and I look deeply into them for a long period of time, something she mentioned can make her feel a little uncomfortable and vulnerable. I compliment her on her pretty eyes and instruct her to take her lingerie and heels off and kneel in front of a padded bench. Behind her I open my bag of toys and place them one by one on the bench for her to see. Once all laid out I give her a time to look them all over and ask if there is anything she doesn’t wish to use tonight. “No, Sir”. This evening will be fun, I think to myself.
I ask Angel to stand, and I grab the nipple clamps that are connected by a chain. I place the first clamp on her left nipple and slide the lock on, making it progressively tighter. Angel lifts on her toes slightly, winces, and sucks in air through her teeth, “stop.” The process is repeated on her right nipple, and I give a tug on the connecting chain to make sure they are firm. I look her in the eyes and smile, “Do you know what the worst part of these are?”
“It’s not this?”
“Taking them off.”
“Really?!”
I sit down on the couch, take my shoes off, roll up my sleeves, and just take in this beautiful, artistically tattooed, willing woman in front of me wearing nothing but nipple clamps. I direct her to my lap and she happily lays across it, finding the position where her ass is presented to me. I start warming her up by rubbing and kneading her ass and I feel her body relax deeply into my lap. I take in the view, enjoy the soft skin of her back, and then slowly cup my hand and give her her first strike. Her wince and wimper are quickly followed by moans. Pleasure and pain have meld into pure lust. I strike her a few more times and the sounds and movements she makes are bringing me pure joy. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a woman submit to me, since I had been with someone who enjoys impact this much. With each subsequent impact I feel Angel dropping deeper and deeper into a new mental space. She’s slowly losing control of her movements and is occasionally leaping out of my lap, reigning her back in with my left arm, thankful for our size difference as I am able to keep her under control.
As I am rubbing her ass during a break from impact, letting the pleasure chemicals make the rounds through her body, I start to explore the back of her legs and tease her. As I get inches from her pussy I can feel her wetness dripping down her legs, she wasn’t kidding about being wet earlier. She gasps as I tease her, but never get closer than a few inches, and then we go back to spanking her.
On the next break I lick my fingers and finally feel the soft lips of her pussy, and rub up to the clit. I tease and stimulate her clit before bringing my hand up to taste, relubricate, and then work my thumb in, finding the area behind her clit, and start to rub her g-spot while my index and middle finger play with her clit. She moans as she starts to buck and shift from my lap, again reining her in with my left arm.
She starts begging for me to release my cock while grabbing up my leg, trying to reach my crotch. “Please Daddy, I want you”. I abruptly pull my hand from her pussy and give her three strikes to reprimand her. “You have not earned my cock yet, and we are not having sex, so it is ‘Sir’, not ‘Daddy’, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”
I go back to teasing Angel with my hand, and then return to spanking her. I decide she needs a break so I check-in while I rub her ass. She’s in great spirits, so I tell her to take the Wall position against the door. She walks over to the door, places her hands on the door above her head, spreads her feet one and a half shoulder widths apart, and sticks her ass out. I walk over to her and whisper into her ear, reminding her of all her infractions over the past week, every time she missed “Sir” after “Thank you”, the fact that she chose to make a cocktail that I hadn’t sanctioned, and she wore different lingerie than we had discussed. While the latter two had been great choices that I enjoyed, she had asked for me to take the time to make these decisions for her, and she rejected them, so she was to feel the consequences. I remind her how amazing she looks, but that she must be punished. “Yes, Sir” she responded, the corners of her lips curling up in anticipation.
I step back and just out of her sight, pulling my belt off deliberately so the strap slaps at every belt loop as it passes through. I instruct her to count after each whip to keep track of all eight infractions. The first two elicit breathy responses followed by moans and processing of the sensations. As the count increases, so does the intensity. Number five causes her to fall into the wall as her knees bend. She said specifically, in our pre-play communication, that she didn’t like being coddled or feeling weak, so I swiftly came behind her and supported her, rubbing the points of impact and whispering into her ear “what color are we?”
“Green”
“Good girl”, I cooed, as she smiled and shook her legs out.
Six causes her to bend one knee. She wiggles that knee as she catches her breath and composes herself.
She gives me the green light and seven causes her to wail and she collapses into a crouch, forehead against the door.
Again – “Green”, “Good girl” and I give her time to recompose.
I pull back on the last one as she proclaims “Eight”, breathless and relieved. I press myself against her side, rubbing her ass and checking in with her. As we chat I feel her regaining comfort. I ask her an innocuous question. and what comes back is the sassiest answer possible, with an unexpected tone (she had said she doesn’t identify as a brat, but has brat tendencies at times). My brow furrows in confusion and surprise as my eyes widen. Her eyes widen in response, surprised by her own action, she cups her hands over her mouth, runs over and leaps to the center bed, taking a defensive posture on her knees.
After trying to process what just happened, I turn and look at her as she giggles uncomfortably and just keeps repeating “I’m sorry” behind cupped hands. I slowly walk to the bed, watching her flinch at every movement I make in her direction, her still apologizing profusely.
“What was that?!”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry”
She had been so obedient, so good. I was confused and thrown off. She is in complete shock and fear and I decide that this is the worst punishment I could give her, and so I sit on the couch a few feet from the bed and stare at her. I call her to the edge of the bed and she coyly crawls to the edge and sits. I stare into her eyes and watch her sit there uncomfortably for a few delightfully slow minutes. She flinches every time I take a breath, and I reprimand her when she looks away.
After I’m content with the punishment, I instruct her to sit between my legs and face away from me. She does so gingerly, scared of what might come. I place my large hands on her sternum and slowly rub up and down her torso. In a nurturing tone I whisper into her ear, asking where the fuck that came from, to which she has no idea. She talks about how the psychological torture she just went through was probably worse than the whippings, which gives us a nice laugh as I calm her down and make sure she feels safe. She is all smiles and I feel like the intensity is in a good place, so I grab my rope and tie a harness around her that pins her biceps to her torso and gives me a nice handle in the back. I help her onto her feet with the handle and push her onto her back in bed and tie up both legs in a Spiral Futomomo.
I yank Angel to the side of the bed and admire my work. “Admire” might be a strong word. It has been a while since tying someone up and it was a little sloppy, but I was certainly admiring the look of anticipation on her face as she laid there, arms pinned to her sides, legs bound and spread eagle. She is so vulnerable, I feel so honored that she would trust me, she would put her safety and pleasure in my hands, it is so, so hot. Still fully clothed, I kneel down at the foot of the bed and let the tip of my tongue slowly run up the length of her pussy lips, dragging the wetness that met my tongue. She kicks her head back and moans. I begin to tease and circle her clit before alternating between sucking on it and licking it. She responds well, so I keep doing that for a while before licking my middle finger and inserting it, curling up towards me, and massaging her g spot. I am enjoying this almost as much as she is, however there is a barely-used cordless Hitachi that I had instructed her to buy and was excited to use. I turn it on and begin to tease her until I find a spot on her clit that she likes. Once we acclimate, I proceeded to fuck her with the magic wand and my fingers. As her pleasure builds, she starts begging me to turn the magic wand up, which I allow, and she seems to lose control of her bodily movements.
Angel is starting to get quite vocal, which she had told me about, and which I love. The line of “fuck!”s and moans are put on pause as she intensely stares me in the eyes and asks, “Permission to call you Daddy?” I let the request linger as she sits up in a crunch position, looking into my eyes. I finally responded “Yes”, and she collapses back, “Fuck, daddy! That feels sooo goooood!”. We continue this for a while, building her up, teasing her, letting her back down, only to build her back up, all along the way choking her and slapping her in the face. After a few cycles of this, with each cycle building more and more, I pull my fingers out, pull the Hitachi away, and quickly slap her pussy five times with a broad open hand. Her legs slam close, she rolls onto her side, and she moans into the bed spread. I roll her back and look in her eyes as a check-in, the look of affirming lust is there, so my hands go back to furiously fucking her while the Hitachi hums on her clit. As the thrashing comes to a crescendo, Angel begs, “Please Daddy, may I come!?” to which I reply yes, and she goes into a series of spasms and crunches before collapsing back into the bed, still restricted by rope and knots. I lie down next to her, all smiles as she blisses out in her own little world.
As she starts to come down, Angel requests to be released from the rope. I oblige and admire the indentation of the rope in places where her body tried to break free. Once released, she starts pulling at my dress shirt, “Can we take this off?”
“You can take it all off”, I respond, to which she smiles and jumps on top of me, and begins to remove everything. I can tell she’s excited to feel her skin against mine. “Can I suck your dick?”
“Yes”, I say hesitantly, as sometimes it’s not easy for me to regain my erection after being hard during play, and then going soft. She begins to go down on me and it feels great, but I’m still too soft, so I ask to make out and roll around and see what happens. We start to make out and roll around, and I spank her, causing her to moan in my mouth, and just like that I was hard again. I tell her to get on the side of the bed on all fours as I grab a condom and the lube. She moans as I enter her. I grab her hair and start fucking her roughly, she drops to her forearms and becomes delightfully verbal again.I flip her on her side and put one leg over my shoulder so that I have easy access to her throat, and begin to choke her while fucking her. Her eyes roll back with pleasure and her moans become guttural. I’m enjoying this immensely, but I don’t feel like I’m going to cum and I want to keep building the experience for her, so I grab the Hitachi and go back to fucking her with my hands.
At this point Angel’s moans and screams are echoing through the house and her dog is barking downstairs in response. As we find a rhythm, her body begins to buck and spasm. She is thrusting her pelvis into the air and collapsing back into the bed, over and over again. She keeps building and finally I drop the wand, plant my left hand in the center of her pelvis and hold her down into the bed, working my fingers in and out of her furiously. She screams at me not to stop and I focus all of my energy in my right hand and keep doing exactly what she asked. Her body spasms are translated to twists and thrashes under the weight of my left hand. Her tightly clenched fists release the sheets, push my hand away, and she starts shaking uncontrollably and writhing in the mess of covers.
I lay down next to her and just take in the sight, watching as her body processes all of the pleasure she just received. As I sense her starting to come back to earth, I place my hand on her heart and gently run my hand up and down her torso to reconnect. As she comes to, she looks at me with a huge smile and starts giggling as she curls into me. I rub her back and enjoy the feeling of her soft skin against mine. She puts her hand on my chest, leans away from me, and looks me in my eyes
“…Oh my god….may I use your name?”
“yes”
“A….that was the biggest orgasm I think I’ve ever had”
Smirking as I respond, “I’m glad I could be here to witness it”
“Don’t be fuckin’ modest!”
I smile as she curls back into me to catch her breath. While I am aware that this night started the minute our first date ended, and this was the culmination of a week and a half of flirting, I have witnessed the power of the Hitachi before and don’t discount that one bit either.
We cuddle for a while until conversation starts back up. I ask Angel to grab some lotion and I rub it into her ass (I’ll always take an excuse to play with someone’s butt) and we get dressed. We talk as she smokes a cigarette on the back porch. I call a Lyft and head home, completely wired and smiling, happy the Lyft driver doesn’t care to talk so I can relive the events from the evening as I stare out the window.
The Sensual Massage
Jennifer had never been so wet in her life. She had just experienced her tenth orgasm in the last three hours.
Thinking back, it was all a whirlwind now. They had not met face to face before tonight, but the intrigue for this experience had been created by the flow of words between them. Now, here she was, wrapped in a warm robe after a hot shower, about to embark on the most fun she had experienced in years.
She opened the bathroom door to a room lit by twenty tea light candles. Their flames flickered and danced off the walls and Jennifer’s smile glowed just as bright. Rose petals formed a short path from the bathroom door to the massage table. Jay was waiting for her, and he took her by the hand. The iPad on the night stand was playing a relaxing spa mix. He looked into her beautiful eyes and said, “I want you to hear the music and get lost in it; listen to my voice, relax and let me make you feel pleasure like never before. I am going to do something for you that no one has ever done before. I will worship your beautiful body from head to toe, and everywhere in between. I will lay these strong hands on you, and these soft lips, and my eager tongue…as I relax and please you again and again like nothing you have even imagined possible until you met me.”
Multiple Orgasms in the Company Bathroom [F]
During one of my summers breaks in college, I did an internship at a startup near my hometown as a software engineer. It was a bit of a drive from my house, and worse in the usual traffic, so I would get up as early as 5AM to beat the usual crowd (I still don’t know how I had the self-discipline to do this, work-from-home has truly spoiled me).
As a result, I’d come into the office at the crack of dawn, where there would be about 3 employees in the business section, all the other software engineers opting to come into work later. As much as I’d tried to keep my sleep schedule consistent, I couldn’t help but come in drowsy, tempted to take a nap at my desk. Instead, I remember wandering into the bathroom, and noticed there was a long wooden bench in the handicapped stall.
A bit of description about me. I’m 5’2”, classic Asian girl, 32F cup boobs. I would always dress with pretty baggy clothes, still fitted, but nothing accentuating my figure too much as I wanted to be taken seriously in the workplace, especially having two male managers. So, a typical outfit might be the company T-shirt and jeans. I still liked dressing cutely though, so I’d make sure to pick the cutest matching bra and underwear, it made me feel sexy and just the slightest bit naughty.
Anyway, that morning I decided I was far too tired to work, and my managers weren’t coming in for at least 3 more hours, so I decided to take a nap on the bench in the aforementioned stall. I slept for about 10 minutes, waking up every few minutes in paranoia that someone would walk in.
Gradually, I felt myself getting warmer and warmer, the familiar horny feeling that I’d feel whenever I was turned on, sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes right before I fell asleep at night.
*What if I just masturbated right now?*
The idea shocked me. I couldn’t even fathom that. What if I got caught? What if someone walked in and heard me? I jolted awake, in shame of myself, left the bathroom to get some coffee, and went to my desk. The rest of the day, I couldn’t think about work, my mind was full of thoughts of just sticking my hand down my pants, feeling my already soaking wet pussy, two fingers in, one finger furiously rubbing my clit…rubbing, rubbing…bringing myself to…oh god…
*Ding!*
My computer chimed with the familiar sound of the 5-minutes-until-meeting reminder. My eyes shoot open, body jerking awake out of my stupor. Hours had passed, and I had done some work but not much. Ugh. Coming in early meant this was the first meeting of the day, and I stand up, walking with my manager to our daily standup.
I enter the conference room, cross my legs, thighs just thick enough that I could sit with my legs crossed, perfectly stimulating my pussy, super discreetly. I don’t remember a single word of that meeting, only my legs squeezing together, pussy shaking with desire, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter. *Thank god I’m wearing dark jeans today.* I knew that if I were wearing my lighter pants, the wetness from my pussy soaking through would be obvious to everyone in the room, and I would never hear the end of it.
An excruciating hour and five minutes later, the meeting of course running over time, I couldn’t take it anymore. Putting my stuff back at my desk, I excuse myself to the bathroom, praying nobody would stop to talk to me, praying that the bathroom would be empty, walking briskly across the office floor. I push open the door and practically run to the big stall, unbuttoning, unzipping, reaching into my pants.
The red lacy panties I had put on that morning are completely soaked through, I push them to the side, sticking two fingers in just as I had imagined, furiously rubbing my pussy. Pleasure coursed through my veins, the thrill of being caught turning me on more and more instead. I pulled off my T-shirt, revealing my matching red lacy bra, nipples rock hard, and squeeze my boobs with one hand, rubbing my clit with the other.
The pleasure builds, faster and faster, I’m feeling my pussy getting wetter than I knew it could get, in and out, oh god, it feels so good, my fingers rubbing on my G-spot, and I’m feeling myself near climax, the unmistakable feeling of an explosion nearing, rubbing, rubbing, and before I know it I’m cumming, oh god i’m *cumming* like I never have before, the orgasm overwhelming my entire body, Fuck. I lean my head back, stifling so many moans, imagining a big, strong hand covering my mouth, choking me, every fiber in my body holding back the screams I desperately want to let out.
I come down, feeling like a weight had been lifted, still. More, a voice in my head said. Let them see how much of a little slut you are, touching yourself in public, when you should be doing work. I start rubbing my pussy again, this time fingering myself, stroking my G-spot, stroking, stroking, rubbing my pussy harder and harder, feeling the pressure build up, oh god I’m about to cum, *oh my god I’m about to squirt*, and right before I’m about to entirely lose control, I use all the force I have left to lean forward, squirting all over the bathroom floor, just narrowly missing my panties, cumming, cumming, *cumming*, again, stronger than before, eyes rolling back as the pleasure nearly knocks me over.
The waves of pleasure hit, and hit, even after it’s over and I regain my control, I sit back down on the bench, still processing it all. *Fuck*. *I can’t believe I did that.* I’m smiling, still processing, amazed that I got away with that. The sound of the bathroom door opening awakens me from my stupor, and I pull my pants back up, quickly wipe up the mess I made, and exit the stall, washing my hands before walking back to my desk.
I sit back down, and had a great, productive session the rest of that day.
Bound. [BDSM] – 22F
Can you see?’
‘No, Sir.’
‘Good girl.’
My fingers itch to fiddle with the spandex hood placed over my head but a sudden flash of last night’s punishment and the faint sting on my rear end deter me from testing Sir’s patience, I imagine I am already skating on thin ice. He gently takes me by the hand, lovingly kisses my knuckles and begins to lead me to our next escapade. I follow his lead as he tugs me down the hallway to the right and into the spare bedroom. He leads me to the centre of the room, and we come to a halt.
‘Kneel.’
I happily oblige and kneel against the soft carpet. Sir knows this is my favourite room to play in because of it. I ache to run my fingers along the carpet, but I remain still with my hands rested on my lap. Seeing nothing but darkness, I pay close attention to my other senses.
‘Nadu.’
Without a second thought, my knees spread and my hands rest on my thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Sir breezes past me as he goes to shut the door and returns to stand towering above me.
My first time with another girl [FF]
I met Kara in my sophomore year of college, she was a freshman. We met very soon after she moved onto the same floor of my dorm, and clicked really quickly, as we both were computer science majors, relatively reserved but liked to let loose on the weekends.
By this point in my college career, I’d only dated guys but was pretty sure I was bisexual, or bicurious at the very least. I’d made out with some girl friends at parties while being drunk, but all of my girl friends were very straight so I never felt anything beyond just having fun. In any case, I always found Kara cute but never thought too much about it, as I’d assumed she was straight. She was about 5’6”, thin, brunette girl who seemed reserved at first but very sweet and fun to be around.
That night, we had our first suite kickback, music was playing, drinks were flowing, and I was having a great time getting to know the new freshmen on the floor. I’m chatting with Kara in a group, and the conversation somehow turns to sexuality, and someone asks us all where we fell on the Kinsey scale, where 1 is strictly heterosexual, 7 is strictly homosexual, and 4 being exactly bisexual.
Dom boss catches employee in his office part 3 (his oral, sex—light spanking)
“Kneel,” he demands.
When I don’t obey him, he grabs a fistful of my hair and forces me to kneel in front of him. Before I can look up, he shoves his cock inside my mouth without warning. His length hits the back of my throat so hard that I choke. Tears start to well in my eyes and he must know how much I’m struggling to take him because he laughs.
He fucking laughs at me.
“By the time I’m done with your throat, it’ll be so sore you won’t be able to tell me to stop when I fuck you for coming into my office without my permission.”
Suddenly, I feel him bring his dress shoe between my thighs, tipping it up towards my pussy lips. I try pushing myself off him wanting to punch him–slap him–hurt him for trying to humiliate me, but his thrusts become harder and faster. My body is trembling, my sex is pulsating with need as the tip of his foot digs into my swollen clit.
“You want this so bad that you’re letting me fuck your pussy with my foot, and you’re soaking it,” he grunts, his forceful grip on my hair bites at my scalp.