“Okay now why am I here” the same question Clarissa ask herself every time. Looking down at the half drum shape that much like its neighbors just sat there. “No cock no fun” she giggled. Bending and stretching before straddling the half drum. “Still don’t know why (Clarissa’s knees touch the ground) these things are good for.. why not just call it..” Clarissa began as the rest of the spots filled instantly.
“Good morning ladies” the instructor Jazz boomed. “Are you ready for the Sybian Thrust!!” Jazz had practically yelled. “There is already one who has got her motor running, let’s go down” the straddling of her Sybian made Clarissa look like a newbie.
“Everybody ready” once again Jazz yelled as thirty Sybians flared to life. “Tighten up your legs! One, two, three..”
“Ohmifuck, this is a easy class” as Clarissa started to flex her legs. “Still this feels sOoo..” looking around to find out if anybody heard her preemptive orgasm.
“Thrust, thrust, thrust” interrupted Clarissa’s thoughts butt that what she was down on the Pink Sands for, morning exercise.
“Can you feel it! One more thrust! Now squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!” Jazz instructed even though a number of the class was clearly going into various stages of there own orgasm.
“Let’s go Clarissa just you and me” blinking back any thoughts of a orgasm. Staring at the instructor with disbelief just as the motion changed. “Ok now thrust.. th..rust Ooooh..” grating her clit on the vibrating pad that lay just under her cunt. “No.. no, I just have to..” the feeling of her triple S’s combined with the intense grinding vibrations. Planting her hands in Sand, nips now getting buzzed by the oversized Sybian. “I.. I Ooooh Ohmifuck I’m cum.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” grinding her clit hard on the pad.
“Stage two, let’s go ladies!” Jazz must have done something cause the vibration changed. Now going from on all the time to a pulsating weak to intense.
Clutching handfuls of the precious Pink Sands that lined the workout area, staring what Clarissa thought was at the instructor Jazz. “Please.. Ooo ..ease can I.. OooOoooOoooo” her nipples where harder then ever before. Even the pattern has changed again..
“Thrust, thrust, now change! Squeeze, squeeze..” Jazz ran a hard course butt the good thing was..
“Wait, where has Jazz gone?” Changing the squeezing back to thrusts, Clarissa’s body still in the Pink Sand clutching position. “Ok, ok now tOoo..” something went very, very sideways for Clarissa. “Ooooh no, yes lick.. yesss yesssssssss” her legs clamping down on the Sybian, hands now perched on the edge of the half drum. Back arching in, tits smashed together, eyes slammed shut.
“Thrust, thrust, so I can drill your tasty little hole” Jazz had takin a special interest in the final hard core Sybian student. Gripping Clarissa’s hair, pulling back on her head. “Yes, keep it up! Squeeze, thrust, squeeze your getting it, your..” Jazz’s voice was muted as the biggest workout orgasm hit Clarissa.
“OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss” trying to reclaim some of the air that was squeezed from her lungs. Taking several short breaths as the orgasm centered around her darkest desire. Feeling her ass cheeks being pushed apart as the wetness of Jazz’s tongue lapped at the surface. “Got tOoo Ooo fuckkk to thrust, thrust..” Clarissa’s eyes where never opening as the final orgasm rocked through her body.
“Fu.. f..k Mmm Mmmm ..uck Mmmmmmmmm” finding that the loss of the edge didn’t mean wrong as Jazz’s tongue was thrust in deeper. “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss fuckkking lick my.. my OooOoooOoooo..” squirting at full force even though her clit was mashed down.
“Feel better” Jazz asked sitting on the edge of her own Sybian. “Now that you’re back to the land of the living you can carry that Sybian back to the sex dungeon” jazz was having a hard time keeping a straight face as this play on words clearly have Clarissa more to fantasize about. “And maybe take a shower before heading to your first class.”
Looking down at the sweat and cum that dripped from her tits to her legs. “Mmm (with the Ewe expression on her lips), yes ma’am just lead me on..” Clarissa said still having fantasies of Jazz eating her bum, “..so we can shower together.”
Tag: Straight
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 254 I Cream, U Cream Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
“Have you ever been so turned on by one individual that all you wanted to do is her” Clarissa asked Angie.
Even with Angie checking out Clarissa’s ass, “Nope never.” Thankfully Clarissa was two steps ahead so Angie could bite her own knuckle. Once again taking the lead, cause what is the point of being a Dom if you have any Sub leading you around. Feeling the fresh air conditioning of Every Girls Dream Mall wash over her body. “Finally back (Angie strutted forward) now to the Giv’em Woody so I can start..” looking for Clarissa. “Fine then disappear cuz if it were us then you Miss Love would be..” shuttering in memory of Clarissa’s strong tongue lapping on her cunt.
“I cream, U cream: Let’s Make Cream For All” caught Clarissa’s eye as she entered the local ice creamery.
“How may I make you cream” still twirling a cheery in between her lips. Hands running over her small tits butt each one was topped with a super hard nipple.
“The menu is, Mmm, against the wall” as her hand drifted down. Plastering herself against the same wall as her fingers spread her pussy. “I also have the Managers Special if this pleases you” her eyes locked on Clarissa’s triple S’s. “I cum in cherry flavor, names Cammie..” pulling her cunt wide and tight reviling the cheery anal beads. “You can pull them out” finally satisfying her most primal desire by mounting the countertop right in front of Clarissa. “With your teeth” seeing the stem of the cherry in her mouth pop off.
Shaking her head in response, Clarissa wanted to do more than pull the anal beads from her ass. “I squirt..” not knowing where that came from butt it was out there.
Cammie giving the devious look answered it all. Tracing her big toe per Clarissa’s shoulder and letting out the most loud purr that even surprised her.
Flipping Cammie over before she knew what was going on. Spreading Cammie’s slim ass cheeks with her hands. “Ooo.. ..uck” echoed out before Cammie got her own voice under control as Clarissa’s tongue lashed out at her pussy. “Ooooh fuckkk this feels sOoo gOood butt butt..” flexing her hips down as she now drug her aching clit across the countertop.
Using her hands to seize that small booty that was trying to escape. The pull to return the main dish right back to the starving Clarissa didn’t take much effort. Tongue still dripping from her little excavation down into that tight pussy. The clamp down on the cherry bead.
“NOoo OooOoooOoooo” wanting to cream all over the countertop butt this blonde goddess has claimed her ass as the next meal. “Pull.. pull the.. Ooooh fuckkk” feeling the tension on the anal beads even before the first one wiggled its way out. The first tug, the first pop as now Cammie needed to play hard on her clit before that sensation passed.
Delving her tongue into the creaming hole, hooking her tongue as it battered against the back wall of Cammie’s tight cunt. Clarissa’s tits rubbing on the inside of Cammie’s thighs. “Mmm..” feeling her tits, fondling her nipples, “..I need..”
Lusting after those tits ever since seeing them and now here was her chance to pounce. Spinning around on the now slick countertop, Cammie’s mouth seizing the first nipple that came her way. “Mmmmmmmmm” as her body went into convulsions. “I must.. I will.. I Mmmmmmmmm” mouth shifting to the other nip with her hand following up with the obsession.
“OooOoooOoooo..” catching Clarissa by surprise as the orgasm flowed straight to her clit. “If you don’t stop I will..” to late for words. “Ooooh.. yesss” Clarissa’s body bucked as she squirted.
“What in the hell is happening” washed through Cammie’s mind. “Pushing this patron back into a booth” or on to a table to be more exact. The lift then Cammie little tap and Clarissa was down on her back. Hands, nipples, “Yes, yesss, yesssssssss!” Squeezing the softness of each breast as the nipples where hard as ever. The pinch of the knuckles to elevate the super hard nips of skin. The tongue darting in and out, teasing the clit, the pussy, the asshole the back to the clit!
“F.. Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm.. yesssssssss fucking lick my.. Mmm clit” even though Clarissa was A’drea’s through and through this orgasm topped the reason why she went to the mall. “I’m.. Ooooh squirt.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh” the buck of the hips started butt the clamp of the hands on the tits. The added pressure that Clarissa gave just added to the power of the orgasm. “OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss.. OooOoooOoooo yesss.. Ooooh yes..” as the last of the orgasm squirted from her pussy.
Licking the miniscule amount that slipped by Cammie’s greedy mouth. “Wow.. I mean Wow” staring down at this natural beauty and her incredible orgasm. Going against everything that she was taught Cammie went for it.
“Ooo.. Thanks Cammie” Clarissa said while Cammie was pulling back after that full on kiss to the lips. “Butt (squeezing Cammie’s ass and popping in the single bead that she had wiggled out) I think you have a full house to serve” Clarissa made this observation, ever seat was packed with patrons watching the show and prepared to order.
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 99 Autopsy Room Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
Rolling up on the hospital. A common sight and one that every city has. The building is shaped just like a woman who is on her back in the missionary position, knees bent the whole deal the only difference is just like a statue the white paint covers the image. Thou these buildings have a tendency to take visitors breath away there service is top notch world wide leaving the rest of the hospitals in a race to try to catch-up.
Parking in the parking lot as Agent Rei and myself start the walk in between her legs. Yes just like every other hospital there are multiple entrances throughout the body. Butt how many times can you actually walk through a cunt?
“Looking at that mad house surrounding the information desk” perhaps that slipped out of my mouth. After a quick glance around my hand snagged one hospital employee. A woman of descent build with a hell of a chest. My eyes caught her name Nya Rose. “Excuse me” giving her my best smile and bedroom eyes. “Can you point us to the morgue? It is a little crazy around the info desk” seeing the smile on her lips. After a short conversation filled with giggles (manly from Mrs. Rose) she pointed us in the right direction. “Never knew that this week was the shrinks convention. And by her own words a mad house was funny. Must keep her on file for my next trip to Silk Stocking” yeh that last part I just mumbled. Who knew that La Mierda islands was the top spot for sexual encounters, grinning like a fool and seeing Rei taking offense. Cause I know how worked up Rei can get if she even suspects there is another woman in my life.
The Power of Lewd Confidence
I did not enjoy this high-end party too much, my friend’s apartment was filled with posh people in all their fanciest attire, talking about tax returns and the latest political scandals. At some point avoiding people at a voluntary social event becomes dreadfully ironic.
Then I saw her, standing out from the crowd, seemingly also seeking to avoid depressingly boring conversations, though that was far from the most noticeable aspect of this individual.
She wore a matt black dress that highlighted and complimented every voluptuous curve amazingly, the perfect Monroe hourglass shape. I felt a sudden intense need to come closer and further enthrall myself in this rare purity of aesthetic jaw-dropping eye candy. Luckily for me she had just disentangled herself from pack of drooling bucks. As I came closer I noticed her fiery auburn hair, the extremely provocative fish-net stockings, but most of all, the visual magnet that was her perfectly exposed cleavage. Perfect pale shapes moved and manipulated wonderfully by gravity, being loosely held by her black dress.
A little help at work pt. 2
Part 1:
A month had gone by since my first sexual encounter with Rebecca. The night after it first happened I was a nervous wreck. I thought our friendship had been ruined and that work would become awkward and uncomfortable, but it seems I was wrong. Work wasn’t awkward at all. In fact, it was better. Rebecca and I had become even closer friends than we were before and for the most part things hadn’t changed otherwise. Except for the fact that on occasion Rebecca was a bit more flirty with me and more often than not she didn’t wear a bra to work anymore. You won’t catch me complaining.
On one particular day Rebecca was acting a bit stranger than usual. Everything had been normal all morning until a little after lunch time I noticed that she was being rather quiet. I didn’t think much of it as I was more focused on getting a little work done after slacking off most of the morning. She was sitting on the floor on the opposite end of the room from me looking at her phone, or at least pretending to look at her phone. After the silence caught my attention I realized that as I carried around heavy boxes every so often she would look up and eye me, usually right as I flexed my arms to lift. This peaked my interest.
[FF] Husbands Christmas Gift (part 1)
About 2 years ago I got a big promotion at my job. It meant a lot more work and long nights and weekend but the pay was definitely worth it. My husband (Mark) and I had been wanting to explore the world since we got married years ago and this new job would finally let us do just that. The problem is by the time I actually take time off, I’m usually such a stress case that I spend the first half of the vacation decompressing, then the second half anticipating the work I will have when I get back to the office. My husband clearly noticed. Even outside of our vacations, I haven’t had time to spend with him like we used to. We used to go for walks in the evenings, cook dinner together, and enjoy our hot tub in the evenings. Now I usually come home to cold dinners and need a couple glasses of wine to take the stress off for the evening and have been falling asleep earlier and earlier giving me less and less time with Mark. Little did I know my husband had a plan to help this.
Anything for an A – Part 1 [Mdom] [Exhibitionism] [slight blackmail]
stared down at the C- minus in horror.
In high school, I’d been a straight-A student with a perfect GPA, but now that I was in college, my grades and my GPA were plummeting.
It wasn’t even that I was slacking off or partying – I’d spent countless nights locked away in my dorm, eyes glued to my textbooks until the sun came up. But the curriculum was harder here and the professors didn’t give any breaks.
What am I going to tell my parents? They’re paying for my tuition. If they think I’m slacking off or being lazy, they’ll drag me back home and force me into community college.
As hard as university was, it was still better than crawling back to my tiny, po-dunk hometown as a failure.
No, there’s got to be something I can do – maybe some sort of extra credit. I’ll talk to the professor.
With that plan in mind, I waited until class was over the next afternoon to speak with Professor Abbott. The other students cleared out quickly, but Professor Abbott remained at his desk, clicking away at his laptop.
I took a deep breath and approached him. “Um, professor?”
I [M] 21 had sex with my girlfriend [F] 20 while her parents where downstairs.
We where upstairs in her bedroom while her parents where downstairs.
She started to kiss me and straight away she was using tongue, this is how I know she was horny because her kisses go extra wet and go all over my mouth rather than your gentle kisses.
She ran her hands up and down my body and eventually under my shirt before asking me to take it off. I said what about everyone down stairs and she said she simply didn’t care.
I took my shirt off and she removed her blouse. I will never forget that red lacy bra. I started to kiss her again while gently massaging her breasts and running my hand up and down her waist before finally running my hands up her back and unclipping her bra strap.
She had Double D breasts with large nipples that where rock solid at this moment.
I began to suck on her nipples while massaging her breasts and she let out an audible moan. This is how I know she is super wet when she just doesn’t care who hears. I switched between sucking each nipple and massaging her breasts and giving her deep french kisses.
[FM] My Night Out
It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.
The reason I told him no was because I had been seeing my boyfriend for the past six months and was loving the way things were going. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. Even though he worked full-time and went to school full-time he always figured out a way to have enough energy left for me. In a different world, this may have been the end of Chase, but fate had other plans. My friend Lori fell head-over-heels for his friend Brain, so our ‘girl’s nights’ became something else.
Not to sound too full of myself, but I’m not a stranger to guys shooting their shot and have turned the rejections into a kind of art. Luckily, vodka and soda with lime is my drink of choice so I can usually play off a “Sorry, I can’t drink. I’m driving.” I make a bit of a pouty face and a shoulder shrug before turning back to my friends. If I am really desperate, I can drop a quick, “I’m not 21,” but due to the contents of my cup actually being alcohol this is something I normally don’t advertise too loudly. Either way, as skilled as I was, nothing seemed to work with Chase. When I broke the news to him that I had a boyfriend it didn’t do anything but encourage him further.
Eventually, it just turned into a kind of game. He would make flirty jokes and I would pretend to be annoyed or disgusted, but I think he knew this couldn’t be further from the truth. We would dance occasionally, and I would let him run his hands up and down my sides or even lean into him a bit, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from my curvy butt. I loved that he wanted me so badly, and he was terrible at hiding it. I always waited until his hands began to move from my thighs towards my tight little ass or started working their way up my front before I would swat his hands away and leave him stranded on the dance floor. I thought it was hilarious to send him home alone and frustrated. While I was needy as well, Travis was always eagerly waiting for me to get home.
Our game of ‘Cat and Mouse’ was all good fun, but that only lasts until the mouse has a few too many drinks. I had gone a little crazy shopping that week and my bank account was showing the damage, so when Chase made his weekly offer to buy me a drink, I accepted. Though the forensic evidence is still inconclusive, I firmly believe my single shot vodka and sodas had transformed into doubles, and shots of tequila began coming to our table in waves. It was hopeless.
This time when we were dancing Chase’s hands didn’t get the playful slap. I leaned back into him, and his hands traced a line up my stomach, stopping to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and couldn’t stop a slight moan from escaping my glossy lips. Never one to miss an opportunity, Chase leaned down and I felt his warm breath on my neck. His kiss sent shivers across my shoulders, and he gave the lobe of my ear a playful bite.
As foggy as my memory is, I think we were still doing some semblance of dancing, though I can’t be sure. His hands worked back down, and he tucked his thumbs teasingly inside the waist of my skirt. The thought he may just pull it down any minute in the middle of the dance floor was both terrifying and exciting, but nothing came of it. He moved on, his hands sliding further down to my bare thighs. He squeezed hard enough to make me jump. He laughed in my ear and continued to explore my body with his hands, sneakily slipping one underneath my skirt and getting a slight feel of the wet spot forming on my panties.
With no secrets left to hide, he brought that finger to my lips and grazed them slowly. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his digit. It was official. Our game was over.
For the Love of Stars part 7&8 [Sci-fi horror, fantasy, tentacle aliens, breeding, long]
These are the final parts of my short story and the most dirty parts of the whole story. You can find the rest of it on my profile or just enjoy this dirty scene. I hope the ones who read the whole story have enjoyed the build up. This is it, what you’ve all been waiting for! Merry Christmas you filthy animals.
Enjoy!
7. The Offering
A distant pinging came bouncing through the tunnels and into the creature’s lair. The aliens did not notice the sound but It did. It had intended on breeding another one of the aliens before going back to grab the others in the cave but they were getting too close and doing damage. They could not be permitted to harm the forming nursery.