adult stories-may be explicit so warning in advance-I will not delete any story because of content-(unless the owner of this site tells me to,of course)
Hey I borrowed this one from Giggly Lily
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Thanks Lily
The life of a supervillainess and accomplice isn’t always what could be expected. Harley Quinn witnessed this first hand as she moved from established psychiatrist at the Arkham Asylum to being the lover of Batman’s arch-nemesis, the Joker, and best friend to plant seductress Poison Ivy.
But Harley doesn’t regret her life being like this. She loved the Joker, and he loved her. Well, most of the time.
“HARLEY!” Joker yells from his armchair in the lounge room of his underground hideout.
“Yes, Puddin’?” Harley replies excitedly as she runs to him from the next room.
“Tell me something, are you so stupid that you can’t tell the difference between Batman and his annoying sidekick?” he growled through clenched teeth, not bothering to even look at Harley as he spoke to her.
“No, no, Puddin’ I know the difference…” Harley murmured as she sat on the floor by the Joker’s feet.
Then answer me this, WHY IS BATMAN NOT IN THE TRAP YOU SET?! LOOK!” Joker grabbed Harley’s head and swung her around to make her watch the countless televisions of surveillance.
Seeing that Robin had been caught in her trap and not that naughty bat, Harley’s watered with tears as she whined, “But, but, I could have sworn Batman would walk straight into that one!”
“Well, he didn’t, you stupid woman! Now I have to do all the extra work of cleaning your mess up!” the Joker grumbled as he rubbed his temples in frustration.
“But I can fix it Mister J! I promise! I’ll just - “ Harley exclaimed hopefully.
“NO! You’ve done enough! In fact, I’ve HAD enough!” The Joker roared, leaping from his armchair to tower over Harley.
“But, but, Puddin’! I love you! You can’t throw me out!” Harley whimpered as she cowered away from the seemingly gigantic Joker.
“I don’t care! I HATE YOU! NOW GET OUT!” Joker roared once more pointing to the door. Noticing another plea about to escape from Harley’s lips, he yelled again, “GO!”
Without another word, Harley crawled from her place on the floor towards the door. Looking back only once as she opened the door to leave, she noticed the Joker had gone back to watching his many televisions.
Retreating to the only place Harley knew she was welcome; she rang the doorbell to Poison Ivy’s lair.
“Now who could that be?” she heard Poison’s voice yell to her plants from inside. Opening the door, Poison’s expression turned from annoyance to a mixture of sympathy and knowing.
“Hey Red.”
“Harley, what are you doing here? Did he throw you out again?” Harley just nodded as she walked inside past Poison Ivy.
Closing the door, and making her way to the kitchen, Poison Ivy asked in a sarcastic tone, “So what did you do now? Say boo to him while he wasn’t paying attention?”
“Don’t say it like that, Red!” Harley sobbed, throwing her down on the couch.
“Then what is it, Harley?” Poison Ivy shouted from the kitchen. “Oh wait, you want coffee or hot chocolate?”
“Coffee.” Harley mumbled just loud enough for Poison to hear. “You know that trap I was lining up for Batty?”
“Oh yeah, the one you said ‘Mister J. would be so proud of.’” Poison said as she gave Harley her coffee.
“Well, it stuffed up. I stuffed it up. His stupid Robin got caught in it instead.” Harley sighed as she warmed her hands with the cup.
“Aw, come on, Harls! It’s not your fault! Traps are risky things to get right. Especially with Batman.” Poison reassured Harley as she put her arm around Harley’s shoulders.
“I know, I know. But Mister J. hates to lose! Especially when it’s been planned. And I hate it when he gets mad at me.” Harley cried as she put her head on Poison’s shoulder, “I guess I just can’t do anything right.”
“Now look here, Harley Quinn!” Poison said in her firm voice, as she held Harley’s face up to hers, “You’re great! And there’s plenty of things you’ve done right! Never let the Joker make you feel any different!” The coffee in Harley’s hands forgotten, she let her body relax and sighed a deep exasperated sigh.
“You’re right, Red. I shouldn’t let Mister J. boss me ‘round. I’m just as evil as he is right?”
“Exactly right, Harley! You’re just as evil as me even.” Poison giggled as she let go of Harley’s face awkwardly.
Lying back against the pillows of the couch, Harley, remembering the source of warmth in her hands, sipped her coffee. “Mmm, you make good coffee, Red.”
“Thanks, Harls. Now, now that we’ve sorted your Joker problem, what do you wanna do?”
“Well, I dunno. Wanna rob the city bank? I feel like doing something fun.” Her grin returning just as quickly as her depressed mood had left.
“Nah, I want to stay home. I only got into my pyjamas before you knocked at my door. Is it ok if we watch some of my plants eat some animals? Or better yet, delivery guys?” Poison suggested, winking.
“Hmm, maybe not. How’s about we just sit here and drink?” Harley said lazily as she closed her eyes and sprawled herself all over Poison and the couch.
“Drink what? Coffee? Alcohol? Hallucinative liquids from my plants?” Poison asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Alcohol of course! Silly Red.” Harley laughed as she bounced off of the couch in a blur towards the kitchen.
“Joker must’ve got you good if you don’t even want to watch innocent things get devoured by my babies.” Poison called out as she laid herself out on the couch.
Storming out of the kitchen, a vodka bottle in each hand, Harley pouted and growled, “Now listen here, Red! I’m not that bad! I may get a little teary, but Mister J. can never break my love for evil!”
“Wow, you haven’t even had a drop of vodka and you’re already talking like a drunk.” Poison teased as she stretched; arching her body so that her feet pointed towards the ceiling and her armpits were exposed.
Grinning mischievously, Harley pounced onto the couch and pinned Poison Ivy down with her legs on either side of her fellow villainess’ body. “I’ll show you, Red!” Harley giggled evilly as she took advantage of Poison’s vulnerable spots, tickling her ribs and armpits. This caused Poison Ivy to thrash her body around underneath Harley and laugh out loud, as she desperately tried to escape Harley’s tickling fingers.
“Stop! STOP! Harley! C’mooon!” Poison begged between bouts of giggling. Only just managing to wriggle out of Harley’s legs by tickling her stomach while she was distracted by her cries of victory.
“Ivy vines!” Poison shouted, “Restrain Harley NOW!”
Before Harley could leap from the couch, Poison’s favourite plant charged to restrain her against the couch. Tying her face up along the couch, with her hands bound above her head and her feet tied spreadeagled at the other end of the couch.
“You’re going to pay for that, Harley Quinn.” Poison purred as she looked over her friend’s predicament.
“Aww, I was just playing, Ivy!” Harley said nervously.
Ignoring Harley’s plea of innocence, Poison ran her fingernails over Harley’s skin-tight jester suit clad body, causing Harley to gasp then giggle as she exhaled despite the softness of Poison’s touch. “Now, you’re going to tell how I take off your suit, Harley.”
“No I’m not!” Harley protested, both in fear of what Poison would do to her slightly naked and because nobody, not even Joker knew how to take her suit off.
“You will if don’t want to get tickle tortured.” Poison said as she raked Harley’s exposed armpits.
Harley’s back arched immediately when Poison raked her armpits, but something else happened to her too. Harley was getting turned on my Poison Ivy doing this to her. Deciding she couldn’t let her see just how much she was turned on, Harley replied defiantly, “I won’t show you, Ivy. It’s my secret! Not even Mister J. knows!”
Poison Ivy’s eyes flashed green for a moment when Harley refused to tell her, revelling in the dominance she felt. “Have it your way, Harls. It’ll be slow and torturous and you’ll be sorry!” With that, Poison Ivy tickled Harley’s armpits by raking her fingernails up and down them at different intervals, followed by sudden wriggles of her fingertips. Causing Harley to go crazy with breathless laughter as she arched at the raking of Poison’s fingernails then squirmed and pulled against the restraints of ivy vines.
Giving in after what seemed like forever, Harley cried out, “Alright! I’ll tell you! JUST STOP TICKLING ME!”
Poison stopped torturing Harley’s armpits as she requested, picking up the bottle of vodka to take a sip out of to sooth her thirst and Harley’s too. “So, tell me.”
“Ok, ok, the zips at the bottoms of my shoes. Unzip them, and my suit will unzip itself.” Harley panted once she’d drank from the vodka bottle Poison offered.
“Interesting way to undress, Harley.” Poison replied as she unzipped the left shoe. Suddenly Harley kicked her left foot as she giggled helplessly. Instantly intrigued, Poison raised an eyebrow and purred, “Oh really?”
“No, no, no, you don’t understand, Ivy. My feet are reeeaaally ticklish. It even tickles a little when I unzip them. So please be careful!”
“Oh I will…” Poison reassured her with a grin as she unzipped the right shoe only to let her fingertips brush Harley’s soles as she did so.
Laughing out loud and kicking as best she could against her restraints, Harley managed to yell out, “That’s not fair! It tickles!”
Poison watched as Harley’s suit unzipped itself from her feet to her wrists, even her jester’s hat and face mask toppling off down to the floor, leaving her in her red bra and black panties.
“Wow, Harley.” Poison Ivy said breathlessly, “That’s one great suit.”
“Thanks, though a helluva lotta good it’s gonna do me now!” Harley grumbled. Almost as if she were shaking off a trance, Poison Ivy shivered a little before she gave her seductively evil grin.
“Now, Harley, I’m going to give you two choices. First, you let me tickle torture your cute lil’ gymnast body for a while or, second, let my beautiful ivy vines here tickle you into tomorrow morning while I go out to cause mischief for Batman. What’ll it be?”
“What?! That’s not much of a choice!” Harley exclaimed as she went to pounce on Poison Ivy, only to be restrained by Poison Ivy’s vines.
“Well actually, I would’ve thought the choice was easy.” Poison Ivy replied with a slight hint of mocked hurt.
“How do you figure that?” Harley asked suspiciously.
“Because,” Poison began as she lightly traced one of her fingernails over Harley’s exposed ribs, causing her to gasp and try her best to squirm away, “I can be a lot nicer than my ivy babies here.”
Pouting childishly to mask her curiosity, Harley replied defiantly, “ Fine. Do what you want. I’m not that ticklish anyway.”
“Really?” Poison laughed maliciously, “Well we’ll see about that!” With that, Poison Ivy immediately attacked Harley’s ribs, using her fingertips to tickle both sides hard.
“STOP! STOP! PLEASE!!” Harley pleaded in between breathless minutes of laughter. Poison stopped tickling Harley shortly before continuing Harley’s torture as she said, “What about these armpits, hey Harls?” Without waiting for an answer, Poison raked at both armpits, causing Harley to arch her back high, gasping before exhaling with a lasting giggle.
“Ooh, I like the look of that! I want a ride!” Poison cried excitedly as she straddled her friend’s waist and raked at her armpits again and again causing Harley to buck and breathlessly giggly each time; much to Poison’s pleasure.
Panting hard between each armpit tickling attack, Harley finally managed to say, “Please Ivy, can I catch my breath?”
Unable to deny Harley’s wish, Poison Ivy did as she requested and stopped tickling. “So what happened to not being ticklish, hey?” Poison jeered a she took a big swig of vodka from the bottle to sooth her thirst, which she then passed to Harley’s lips so she could drink too.
“Shut up! It’s not my fault, I’m just really sensitive…” Harley cried after she’d finishing drinking.
“Well, that’s very interesting that you’re so sensitive, Harley. Because I’ve heard that women’s are supposed to be very ticklish!” Poison purred seductively.
Ignoring Harley’s desperate cries for her not to go anywhere near her feet, Poison slid down her friend’s body so that she was sitting comfortably in front of Harley’s cute, bare and vine-bound feet.
Poison Ivy began Harley’s foot tickling torture by slowly raking her fingernails softly over the soles, noticing with excitement that her victim gasped deeply as she clenched her toes together and stiffened her body in response. Poison, intrigued with how sensitive Harley was, wriggled her fingernails all over the balls of Harley’s feet, causing a completely different reaction to erupt from her friend as she burst out laughing, her toes wriggling like crazy.
Poison began to feel extremely turned on by the prospect of tickling Harley’s feet and body senseless. The thought of holding back because she and Harley were best friends, made no contact with Poison’s conscience as she tickled all of Harley’s toes with her fingertips. This made Harley try to wriggle her body as best she could, which was very little against Poison’s strong vines.
“IVY!! STOP! It tickles TOO MUCH!” Harley cried desperately, looking pleadingly into Poison’s eyes.
Easing off a little in her tickle torture, Poison softly ran her fingernails all over Harley’s ankles, heels and soles. Replying in a seductive whisper, “But don’t you love being tortured by me, Harley?”
Barely able to construct a thought as she focussed on Poison’s nails softly tickling her feet and how wet it was making her pussy, Harley merely panted, “No… it’s too much…”
“Really? Do you want me to stop, Harley?” Poison whispered just loud enough for her victim to hear as she continued running her fingernails up over Harley’s feet, her right hand moving up the inside of her leg, passing her knees to rake at her inner thigh. Harley gasped in response, arching her body upward as far as she could, pulling at the vines that restrained her wrists.
“Because, you know,” Poison Ivy continued as she let her lips brush Harley’s toes as she spoke, “I can always, you know,” Poison moved her fingertips over Harley’s panties to find them hot and damp. Emphasising her point, Poison Ivy massaged Harley’s pussy briefly before, “stop.”
“Why did you stop?!” Harley breathed, again looking pleadingly into her friend’s eyes.
“Well, you did ask me to…” Poison replied uncaringly, as she shrugged and took another gulp of vodka.
“Uh, oh yeah.”
Poison Ivy straddled her friend’s hips again, but leant down to whisper seductively into her ear, “Did you want more, Harley Quinn?” Just as Harley was about to answer, Poison raked up over Harley’s ribs hard, forcing Harley to push her body hard into Poison’s body. Both evil supervillainesses moaned in pleasure.
“Please, tickle my feet again, Ivy…” Harley whispered desperately back into her friend’s ear. Without hesitation, Poison slid down Harley’s body once more so that she sat comfortably in front of Harley’s soft and bound feet.
Again letting a curious thought take action, Poison Ivy brushed her lips over Harley’s toes as she lightly tickled her arches with her fingernails. This led to Harley’s giggles bubbling out of her as she desperately wriggled her toes against Ivy’s lips, giving Poison another idea.
Still tickling her arches, Poison took Harley’s big toe into her mouth slowly; alternating between lightly sucking on it to running her tongue around it.
Unable to decided on whether it tickled or turned her on, Harley seemed to giggle and moan all at once, her hips squirming hard and slow against the couch. Poison Ivy continued sucking and teasing Harley’s toes individually with her tongue, feeling the urge to slide her hand down to her own pussy and selfishly pleasure herself; because as she tortured Harley, the throbbing pleasure that seemed to dwell inside her pussy was becoming unbearable.
To distract herself, Poison Ivy ran the fingernails of her right hand up Harley’s calf, knee and inner thigh; softly tickling the sensitive spot just on Harley’s black panty line. Harley seemed to writhe and squirm her body against her vine restraints even more, trying desperately to release the sexual frustration bound up inside of her.
Poison’s toe sucking and tickling of Harley’s arches with her fingertips seemed to keep Harley on edge constantly. There was no getting rid of her impending orgasm if Ivy stopped; but also there was nothing more to her push her over the edge into ecstasy if Poison continued they way she was.
“Please, Ivy, “ Harley begged with little more than a breath, “do something more. Anything!” Harley felt Poison grin wide more than actually seeing her do so. Without a word, Poison Ivy slide Harley’s panties down her legs, revealing her smooth pussy, which had the blonde patch of hair cutely shaped into a capital ‘H’. Poison Ivy grinned almost greedily as she looked over her victim’s body.
Sighing as the cool air hit her pussy, Harley looked down at her friend only to see her standing and grinning down at her. Harley watched Poison with an intense curiosity as she slid off her pyjamas to reveal her naked body. Harley felt her heart pulsing in her pussy instead of her chest as Poison moved closer to her. Harley gasped and giggled as Poison Ivy licked and nibbled all over her toes and soles before she continued up Harley’s legs in the same way; stopping when she came to Harley’s pussy.
Harley could feel Poison breathing hard against her pussy, as well as her nipples brushing softly over her thighs as she kissed around Harley’s ‘H’.
“This is so cute, Harley,” Poison whispered over Harley’s pussy.
Harley moaned, and could only manage to reply, “Please…”
Taking that as permission, Poison Ivy licked the lips of Harley’s pussy tenderly as her fingertips softly ran along Harley’s thighs and hips making her softly giggle occasionally in between her moans of pleasure.
Poison let her tongue tease Harley as she pushed her tongue between the pussy lips to find Harley’s clit. Poison used the flat of her tongue to lick from the opening of Harley’s pussy up to the very tip of her clit. Harley immediately cried out in ecstasy, only to do so again with mix of laughter as Poison Ivy licked again but tickling Harley’s ribs at the same time.
“Oh god, Ivy, please, please, let me go! I can’t let you have all of the fun!” Harley pleaded with a giggle as Poison tickled her sides whilst flicking her tongue over Harley’s clit.
Reluctantly leaving the haven of Harley’s pussy, Poison Ivy replied grinning, “Do you think that’s wise? After all, you could run off on me.”
Shaking her head quickly, Harley breathed, “Oh no! I would never run away from this!” Suddenly realising what she had said, Harley blushed a red that would have been bright enough to be visible through her mask.
With the click of Poison Ivy’s fingers, the vines released their hold on Harley. However, before Harley could move, Poison moved her up Harley’s body to kiss her fully on the mouth. Kissing Poison back hungrily, Harley raked at Poison’s rib crevices and sides, forcing the plant seductress to arch her back and all of a sudden cry out with laughter.
“None of that, Harley! Please!” Poison Ivy panted. “Harley almost ignored her plea, but realised that this was one of the few times she had seen a look of desperation on her friend’s face. So, she put the moment aside for another time when perhaps she could take advantage of Poison Ivy’s hidden desperation.
Poison and Harley kissed and tickled each other in ways that seemed to extend the others limits of pleasure. Both supervillainesses trying to outdo the other by tickling her harder or faster, or more intensely than the other.
Incapable of holding her orgasm back any more, Harley wrestled Poison Ivy so that she was pinned to the couch rather than on top of Harley and in control. Leaning down to nibble at Poison’s earlobe, Harley murmured breathlessly, “I want to try something, ok?” She felt Poison nod silently, her hands softly tickling Harley’s skin as they ran in circles over her sides and butt.
Without another word, Harley turned herself around so that Poison’s flower-like pussy faced her. Her desire to taste Poison’s pussy and feel her wriggling beneath her as she fucked her pussy with her mouth whilst tickling her still, moved Harley to push Poison’s legs open wide to expose her dripping wet pussy. Licking slowly at Poison’s pussy lips, Harley slid her hands up and down her friend’s legs to find her feet in easy reach. Grinning into Ivy’s pussy, Harley was just about to bring her clit into her mouth when all of a sudden she moaned out aloud as she felt Poison pull her hips down to her mouth so that she could lick at Harley’s hot, wet pussy hard.
Refusing to be beaten, Harley immediately took Poison’s clit into her mouth, sucking on it softly and flicking her tongue over it. Poison moaned hard into Harley’s pussy, causing Harley to shiver in pleasure and grip Poison’s legs as the vibrations of her moan ran through her pussy. More determined than ever, Harley raked Poison’s soles as she took long licks at the same time over Poison’s clit and pussy opening. The reaction Poison gave was amazing as she groaned loudly into Harley’s pussy before giggling into her clit as well.
Unable to hold herself back, Harley gripped Poison’s butt cheeks and pushed her pussy up into her mouth so that she could push her tongue into Poison’s pussy as far as she could reach. Poison Ivy threw back her head against the couch to cry out in pleasure, clenching her pussy around Harley’s tongue as best as she could, wanting desperately to come.
Harley continued to lick Poison’s pussy hard and as deep as she could, occasionally stopping her tongue fucking to massage Poison’s clit affectionately. A curious thought came to Harley however, and she immediately pushed her tongue back into Poison’s pussy opening as well as tickling her butt cheeks. This sent Poison into frenzy as she wriggled her body around helplessly, wanting to get Harley back, she pulled Harley’s pussy to her mouth and moaned her laughter into it. Sucking on Harley’s clit when she felt like she couldn’t take any more pleasure, Poison gripped Harley’s butt hard.
Having Poison laugh and moan into her pussy as she sucked and licked at it was more than she could take, her orgasm coming closer and closer to the surface.
Losing control on her orgasm, Poison moaned her laughter into Harley’s pussy loud and hard as Harley tickled her butt cheeks with her fingernails whilst fucking her pussy with her tongue.
Almost as if Poison’s final moan of laughter set off her orgasm, Harley desperately continued fucking Poison’s pussy as she felt her pussy walls pulse with the those she could feel around her own tongue. The hard clenching her toes being the only release of the sexual tension she managed to build up.
Without any words, Poison Ivy moved slowly around so that she was lying behind Harley on the couch. It was then that Poison and Harley’s bodies relaxed completely and the two supervillainesses fell straight to sleep from the exhaustion of their tickling and release of their orgasms.
In the morning, Poison Ivy woke before Harley. Looking down at her naked body and Harley’s, she remembered what had happened the night before. Realising that her fantasies of Harley had finally come true, she smiled sweetly as she reminisced but almost just as easily bit her lip in anxiety as she wondered how Harley would feel.
“Ivy?” Harley grumbled as she rubbed her eyes awake.
“Yeah, Harls?”
“Do you remember last night?” Harley asked nervously.
Poison nodded, but replied when she realised Harley wasn’t looking at her, “Yup. Do you?”
“Mmm-hmm. It was great.” Harley whispered, which surprised Poison as she wondered how the Joker would fit into this triangle now.
“Oh really? Well, I’m glad you had fun. Better than watching my plants fight each other, right?” Poison replied trying to sound light-hearted.
Sitting up to look at Poison Ivy, Harley turned her head to the side and gave her a look of slight confusion. “Are you ok, Ivy? You don’t regret last night do you? After all, it was just a fun night between friends, right?”
Taken aback by Harley’s words of ‘just a night between friends’, Poison realised that it hadn’t meant as much as to her friend as it had to her. Swallowing her pride and sitting up, Poison replied with a grin, “Are you kidding? I’m fine! Just a little wrestle between me and you.”
Harley smiled her sweet, innocent smile as she stretched her naked body over Poison’s couch, “We’ll have to do it again sometime don’t you reckon, Ivy?”
Getting up off of the couch to find her pyjamas and make some coffee, Poison turned around mid-step surprised at Harley’s words. “Again? Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure, Ivy! It was a helluva lotta fun tickling you! And I really liked being tickled too!” Harley replied excitedly, jumping up and doing a back flip off the couch.
“Well, sure. I guess the same goes for me too.” Poison agreed with a faint smile. “Now, go have a shower and get on home to Joker. I’m sure he’s over last night.”
“But, but, Ivy! You’re not kicking me out too, are you?” Harley cried in shock.
“No, no, not at all Harley. I just think I want today with my babies. You know.” Poison replied without looking up from where she was tying the strings of her pyjama pants.
“Oh, ok. Well, that’s fine I guess. But what if he doesn’t want me back yet?” Harley mumbled with a little hint of hope in her voice.
Crossing the room to hug Harley reassuringly, Poison answered with a grin, “Well then come back, you silly jester.” Grinning her usual grin of cheekiness and flippancy, Harley nodded her head and skipped on down to the bathroom. “Oh, and Harley?” Poison called after her making Harley immediately turn around, “Don’t tell Joker about our little wrestle, okay? I don’t think he’ll be too impressed.” Again, Harley nodded her agreement, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.
I wake up excited. Today was the day that my fortune might finally turn around. I had an interview with one of the biggest companies in North America. Sure, it was only as an administrative assistant, but compared to the kind of job offers I had gotten over the past few months this could really be a step in the right direction. I roll out of bed and start to get ready, starting with a shower. There's nothing more invigorating then a warm shower. That feeling of warm water against soft skin is absolutely incredible. Rubbing shampoo through my long cherry-blonde hair always feels so relaxing too. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it as an excuse to feel up my own naked body either. I run my hands along my considerable D-cup tits, paying special attention to my nipples, rubbing them until they were hard as diamonds. The hot water and my caressing of my breasts were starting to give me a familiar tingle in my crotch. I knew that I didn't really have time, I knew that I shouldn't, but I just couldn't help myself. Unable to control the urge I start to massage my left tit with one hand while my other slowly starts to move its way down my firm stomach towards my eagerly awaiting clit. The second my hand grazes it I let out an audible gasp and almost collapse to the shower floor as pleasure washes over my body. Apparently I needed this more than I thought I did. "Oh fuck," I gasp quietly as my fingers start to work their magic. They start to move faster and faster against my clit, making my body feel like it was on fire. Taken over by my sexual arousal, I plunge a finger deep into my pussy, causing me to moan uncontrollably. I worked my finger in and out, deeper and deeper. It wasn't enough though, I needed more. I work another finger into my body, followed quickly by another. In mere moments I had all three fingers buried deep inside of me while my palm was rubbing my clit at a furious rate. I feel my body getting tense as I get closer to my climax. My breath began to get ragged and I had to release my breast in order to hold myself up against the shower wall. I work my pussy as hard as I can, hopelessly trying to force my body towards release. Finally, just as I thought I couldn't handle it anymore, my knees start to buckle and a wave of pleasure surges over me. I can feel my juices flowing from my loins as I arch my back and let out a loud moan of joy. Slowly, the incredible feeling of my orgasm begins to subside, my muscles relaxing. I turn and lean my back against the shower wall while gently rubbing my pussy a few more times. Ultimately, I ended up exactly as I had been a few minutes ago, standing in the shower, enjoying the feeling of water cascading over my soft skin except now, I'm much happier. I finish my shower quickly and step out, wrapping a towel around me. I had intended to give myself more than enough time to prepare for my interview, but as fate would have it my shower session had run just a bit too long and now I was running late. "Great," I say to myself as I rush around my small, cluttered apartment getting myself ready. I look in my closet and grab the first nice blouse I could find, a dark purple piece that was just tight enough to accentuate my ample chest. I also snatch a black business style skirt that ran just a little bit passed my knees, but still drew attention to my gorgeous ass. I also make sure to throw on a pair of stylish back high heel shoes, the staple of every professional woman's outfit. Haphazardly I throw my hair into a quick bun as I fly around the house, throwing a few things into my purse. Just as I was heading out the door I stop in front of the full sized mirror in my hallway and examine myself. Beautiful blonde hair, perfect tits and an ass to die for, all shown off with a classy, but still sexy outfit? Not too bad for the last minute. I rush down the stairs of my building to the small parking lot. Once there, I jump into my beat down Honda Civic and turn on the ignition. The engine makes her customary angry noises, but she starts up, and I guess that's all I can ask for. I pull out of my buildings parking lot and start off down the street, hoping that there isn't much traffic. My neighbourhood isn't exactly the best in the world by any stretch of the imagination. It's mostly made up of mid-sized apartment buildings like mine that provided a decent amount of room for a pretty cheap price. Definitely not the full floor penthouse I hoped for when I moved from the small rural town of Portman's Creek to the busy city of New Umbridge, but who was I to argue? I still loved it here in the "big city." As I pull onto the freeway, I hear my phone vibrate in my purse. I reach over and feel around for it while making sure I keep my eyes on the road. After a few moments I find it hidden at the bottom of my bag. Glancing away for a second I look down and read my phones screen. "Hey good luck today with the interview Jenny, I know you'll nail it! Holly Aww, how sweet. Holly was a close friend of mine who had moved to New Umbridge about six months before me. She had a job selling shoes at the local mall and spent most of her free time flirting with boys or texting me. Quickly, I text her back... Thanks beautiful. I'll tell you how it went as soon as I can! I drive for about fifteen more minutes before finally arriving at my destination. Edwards Enterprises was a massive building, at least 30 floors and filled with hundreds of windows, definitely an intimidating sight. A place like this would make even the most qualified of applicant's quake in their boots. Nevertheless, I find myself a parking spot on the side of the street that was relatively close to the huge building and make my way in. The lobby of Edwards Enterprises was massive. It was almost all white marble and glass, with two sets of stairs spiralling up to the next floor. Between them were four large glass elevators that lift their passengers into the bulk of the building. Large, beautiful fountains were on either side of the lobby, causing the rushing sound of water to echo faintly throughout the large room. In the very center was a full three hundred and sixty degree glass desk with receptionists working in the middle. Nervously, I approach the receptionist closest to me. She appears to be in her early twenties, about my age and she had short chestnut hair and tanned skin. I stand in front of her for a moment before she notices me and smiles. "Welcome to Edwards Enterprises, what can I do for you today?" She asks me with a cheery tone and a smile. "Uh, I have an 11:15 interview; do you know where I'm supposed to go?" I reply, hoping my nerves weren't too obvious. As soon as I mention the time though, the receptionist's expression instantly turned from cheery to serious. "11:15? Are you sure?" "Yep, they said 11:15." I answer, thinking back to the phone call from a few days earlier, trying to remember, just in case I was mistaken. "Alright, if you say so," The receptionist says, clearly still a bit sceptical. "Take the elevator up to floor 32 and check in with the receptionist there. She'll tell you what to do next." Following her instructions, I enter the large elevator and hit the button for the 32nd floor. I'm alone in the elevator as it moves upwards, my only company being the gentle hum of the elevator itself. 32 floors on an elevator alone is a really long trip by the way. Oddly though, it helps me settle my pre-interview jitters a bit. I just keep telling myself how much I deserved the job and how confident I was that I would get it. After what seems like eons, the elevator dings and the doors open up. I step out into a large room that looks a lot different than the lobby down below. Instead of marble, there were normal walls split in half, the top painted a dark red, with hardwood making up the bottom half. The flooring wasn't tiled, but instead had a thin carpet covering that was the same colour as the walls. Instead of large water fountains on the sides, there were simple ferns with small droplets of water still on them. At the far end of the room there are two large oak double doors, and slightly off to the left of that was an oak desk with a brand new Macbook on it, as well as a few phones. Sitting behind the desk is a beautiful looking red haired woman with pale skin. She was wearing a dress shirt very similar to the one I was wearing, except dark green instead of purple. I also couldn't help but notice that her shirt showed off her great set of tits almost as well as mine did. "You're here for the interview I take it?" she asks me, smiling sweetly at me. All I do in return was nod yes. "Mr. Edwards will be with you in just a moment." That one caught my attention. "Mr. Edwards!?!" I exclaim, probably a bit too loudly. "As in Edwards Enterprises Mr. Edwards?" "Oh didn't they mention? You're being interviewed to be his personal assistant," she says, giggling a bit. As I stood staring at her like an idiot, she presses a button on her phone, and tells who I assume was Mr. Edwards that I was here. A moment later there was a reply that sounds distinctly like static to me, but the red-haired woman seems to understand just fine. "He says he's ready for you now," she tells me still smiling. As I start to push open one of the large oak doors I hear her wish me luck. Yeah, it was starting to look like I would need it. The room behind the doors appears a lot like the one outside. The carpet, walls, and flooring are all exactly the same, and the same green ferns sit on either side of the room. In the far left corner is as small bar, and diagonal from that in the right corner closest to me sits a rather large leather couch. The most important thing however, is directly in front of me. A large redwood desk in front of a huge window that took up most of the far wall. On the desk are a computer, a single phone, a few scattered pieces of paper and a nameplate that read 'Jason Edwards; Owner & CEO'. Sitting behind the desk in a large leather office chair is a strikingly handsome man, most likely still in his mid to late twenties, with perfectly groomed brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Now I have seen a lot of men in my life, but none of them have ever captivated me with just their appearance like Jason Edwards did. His hair looked perfect, his skin looked perfect, and he dressed perfectly in what looked to be a two thousand dollar suit at the very least. You could just tell by looking at him that he is a man of power. Despite looking wholly unconcerned in his work, he just exuded charisma from every pore. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he sat reading his computer screen. "God he's hot" I think to myself as I slowly move to sit down in a chair opposite of him. I honestly couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming just by the sight of this man, It made me feel like such a slut. I was really glad that I had decided to wear a bra today, because if I hadn't I'm sure that he'd be able to see my rock hard nipples through my blouse. I sat for a few minutes, my slit getting wetter and wetter and my skin getting warmer and warmer. Half of me was praying that he wouldn't notice how flushed I was becoming while the other half was praying that he would notice and do something about it, maybe he'd him tear my blouse open and suck on my huge nipples, or maybe he would lift up my skirt and touch my throbbing clit. My crotch was on fire as I images of this man having his way with me fly through my mind. "How old are you?" he asks me curtly, snapping me out of my fantasies. "twenty-three sir, " I answer after a moment's pause. Amidst my urges it slipped my mind that this was a job interview, and if I was going to be working directly under the company's CEO, it'd be a very important one. The two of us sat for a few more minutes, him typing on his computer and me waiting patiently while trying to repress the fire enveloping my body. It was becoming incredibly difficult to keep focus in my state of heightened arousal. This interview needed to pick up soon or I was going to go crazy sitting here. "Masturbating this morning was a horrible idea," I think to myself as Mr. Edwards types a few quick words on his keyboard, essentially ignoring me. "I always wanna fuck the second I'm done." Despite my flustered state, I notice him look away from his computer screen for just a split second eying me. Oh god, what if he noticed how turned on I am? Why can't I control my hormones enough to get through a simple interview? This is a disaster... "You'll do," He says suddenly, yet completely disinterested, his gaze returning to his screen. "Report to Sarah and she'll start your training." "You mean I got the job?" I ask, unable to believe my ears. He just nods his head yes, clearly unconcerned with me. I walk out of the room with so many different thoughts and emotions swirling around my head. I was so excited to have gotten the job, but why was he so disinterested? More importantly, how was I going to work with him every day if he was going to get me so aroused? Whatever, I'd just have to deal with that later. "I got the job," I tell Sarah the red head as I exit Mr. Edwards office. "Good for you!" Sarah says, congratulating me. "You're very lucky. It's a great job. He interviewed over fifty applicants you know." "Fifty?" I ask, confused. "But he only asked me one question! And it really didn't seem like he cared at all." "Oh trust me, you're the right fit. He just knows these things," Sarah informs me me with a smile. "Now let's teach you how to do your new job shall we?" Sarah starts by explaining a bit of the history of the company to me. Apparently Jason's father, Thomas Edwards II had found a ridiculous amount of oil on his land in Canada and used that money to start Edwards Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company that dealt in everything from cars to software to food distribution. She told me that about 5 years ago, Thomas Edwards II died of a heart attack and left the company in the hands of his only son Jason, who had pretty much been prepped his entire life to run the family company. She also explains a few of Mr. Edwards's nuances regarding his schedule. For example, he always comes in at 10 in the morning and asks for a glass of apple juice and a muffin for breakfast. At one o'clock he normally has lunch in his office with a vodka and orange juice to drink. Three O'clock he goes to the gym for thirty minutes before returning to finish his work for the day. I try my very best to take in everything Sarah tells me, but to be honest it was near impossible for me to process what she was saying. Every time it was quiet for more than a few seconds my mind would instantly jump back to how horny I was. I can feel that my panties are completely drenched from the constant flow of my juice that were pouring from my aching pussy. It was taking all the willpower I had to stop myself from running to the bathroom and finger fucking myself to orgasm right then and there. Thankfully Sarah was kind enough not to mention anything, even if she had noticed. So the day wore on, just like that. Sarah would explain something to me, and I pretended to pay attention to her while instead I'd be imaging a huge cock plunging into my gaping slit. Occasionally Mr. Edwards would page Sarah to bring him a document, or to get him something to eat, but aside from that the job was pretty lax. Sarah informs me that Jason handles most of his work-related things himself, and that she really didn't have to do much during the day, only a few odds and ends that Jason didn't feel like doing himself. "Sarah?" I say, interrupting her as she explains to me how Mr. Edwards documents were filed. "Sorry to stop you, but I just realized that I have no idea how much money I'll be making here." "Oh, don't worry, its fine," She says with a perfect smile. "As for money, well you'll only be earning a dollar over minimum wage during your four month probation period, but once that's over you'll start making a lot more." "How much more?" "Well I've been working under Mr. Edwards for a little over three years now and I make about a six figure salary." I was speechless. I even manage to forget my burning loins for a moment as I stare at her completely dumbfounded. "You mean one hundred thousand plus? That kind of six figures?" I ask her once I gather my thoughts. "And you're leaving why?" "Oh Mr. Edwards promoted me," she tells me nonchalantly. "Almost all of his assistants are promoted to some sort of executive position within the company. I heard that the girl before me is in charge of our New York branch now." "Why does he do that? Promote his assistants like that?" "I asked him that once. All he told me was that 'being trust worthy was worth a thousand business degrees.' I guess that means he trusts us. We should probably get back to work though. A few more hours pass and my arousal had returned in full force. Five o'clock came, and Sarah tells that I can leave and it couldn't happen at a better time. I was going to explode my body was so hot. I take the elevator down to the first floor and I'm about to leave through the front doors when I decide to take a quick detour to the washroom to freshen up a bit. The washroom was impeccably clean and almost all stainless steel, exactly what you'd expect from the headquarters of a billion dollar company. I step into the far stall and reach under my skirt, feeling my panties. My earlier suspicions were confirmed, they were soaking wet. There's nothing in the world that I hate more than wearing wet underwear, so I opt to take them off and throw them in my purse. As I start to pull them off, the cool air of the air conditioned building causes a slight tingle in my burning and now very exposed slit. Unable to control myself any longer I reach down with my right hand and graze my clit with my middle finger. The sensation is incredible. Pleasure flies from my crotch throughout my entire body in an instant, my desire stronger than it's ever been in my life. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I tilt it back and let out a loud uncontrollable moan. I can guarantee at that moment I would have only needed a few more quick strokes for me to be screaming in ecstasy, but right after that first touch of my fingers, some bitch walks into the bathroom, snapping me out of my sex fuelled stupor. I sit in silence as the woman who enters the bathroom washes her hands and leaves. Realizing that I had almost be caught masturbating in a public washroom, I straighten out my clothes and step out of the stall. Now standing in front of the mirror, I reach up and unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse, exposing a bit of cleavage. I was amazed to see that the top of my breasts, normally pale as ivory were so flushed that it looked almost like sunburn. My breathing was heavy and the cool air felt incredible on my chest so I just stood there in the empty washroom for a few minutes collecting myself. 'This is insane,' I think to myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Determined to fix this problem, I dig through my purse to find my phone. As I search I can't help but smell the sweet scent of my soiled panties that are inside. What an incredible scent. After a few seconds of searching I find what I'm looking for. It appears that I got a message from Holly asking me if I wanted to go out for dinner tonight. I quickly answer no, there's absolutely no way I'd be able to sit through a girls' night out in my current state. Instead I scroll through my contacts until I find exactly who I'm looking for. Ken Garrett is a 30 year old single man who lives on the floor below me. He's six foot two with sandy blonde hair and he boxes on the weekends giving him a great muscular body, rounded off with a great eight inch shaft. All in all, he was pretty much the perfect booty call. I send him a quick text, asking him if I can come over when I get back from work and thankfully he responds back instantly with a yes. I don't know what i would have done with myself if he had said no, I probably would have had to go home and finger fuck myself until my pussy went raw.
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I speed walk to my Civic and start her up, her engine sounding a bit less angry than this morning. Before pulling out of my spot I text Ken back, telling him that I'll be there in about twenty to thirty minutes. I pull out onto the freeway and my mind is going crazy. Every minute I spend in traffic my desire gets worse. I can feel Ken's strong arms holding me as his cock pushes into me. I want sex more now than I think anyone has ever wanted sex before in their entire life. Casually, my mind wanders to Jason Edwards and how he managed to have this effect on me. That turns out to be a bad idea as the thought of him just fills me with more lust. I quickly push him out of my mind and keep focus on the task at hand. After perhaps the longest drive in my life I finally pull into the parking lot of my apartment building. Moving as fast as I can, I jump out of my car. About halfway to the entrance I realize that I forgot to lock my car doors, but I can't bring myself to walk back and lock them. I pull my keys out of my pocket and scramble to open the main door, but I can't get my hands to stop shaking I'm so flustered. Finally I managed to get the key into the lock and hear that click of the door unlocking. Mere moments later I'm knocking on Ken's door, shuffling my feet like an impatient child. The door swings open and before he even says a word I wrap my arms around him and force my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Without missing a beat, his hands drop to my skirt covered ass, squeezing it tightly as he kicks the door shut. His groping only makes me kiss him deeper as I press my whole body against him. Eventually I push him against the wall and our kiss breaks. Our eyes meet and I can tell that he knows what I need. "Jesus Jenny, what's gotten into you?" He asks, his eyes leaving mine, dropping to take in a view of my heaving tits. "I've never seen you like this." "You can't imagine the day I've had," I tell him as I reach out and start stroking his cock through his jeans. "The whole day all I wanted was a cock buried inside my pussy and no one would give me one. Isn't that a sin?" "Well fuck Jenny, you know I always have a cock for you," he says as he reaches and grabs me around the waist, pulling me in. "Mmmmmm, good boy," I moan quietly as I kiss him again, his hands kneading my firm ass. "Now take me to your room." I step away from Ken and he lets go of my ass before grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway towards his room. The bedroom itself is simple, white walls, a few small pieces of furniture scattered about and a queen sized bed against the far war with a white bedspread and sheets. As soon as we step into the room I'm on the attack again, kicking my shoes off and forcing my tongue down his throat while my hands move back down to his crotch, deftly undo his pants. Our tongues dance inside of his mouth as I hook the band of his boxers with my thumbs. Our passionate embrace ends and I pull away from him. Our eyes lock again for a moment and I give him a quick seductive smirk before I drop to my knees and pull his underwear down in one swift motion, revealing the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. "Is this what you want baby?" Ken asks me, his hand reaching down and stroking my face as I stare at his cock in wonder. "God yes," I reply, barely a whisper. I don't even notice that my hand has started slowly stroking this fantastic prick, all I can do is marvel at how perfect it looks. It's long and thick with pulsing veins covering it. Every time I complete a slow stroke, it twitches slightly, begging for me to do more. It's warm as well. To be honest, I'm not sure if his beautiful eight inch dick or my soaking wet pussy is hotter right now. "Lick it bitch," he orders, and I'm too far gone to resist him. I start licking around the head of his cock slowly, almost like an ice cream cone while my right hand works up and down his cock slowly. Meanwhile, I start to grope my tits with my free hand, feeling my hard nipples through my shirt and bra. A drop of pre cum forms at the tip of his cock and I can't help but lap it up. His cock tastes so good that I can't stop myself from taking it completely into my mouth. My lips wrap around his pulsing dick and I start to bob my head slowly up and down the shaft, pressing my tongue against it as I move. I close my eyes and just lose myself in the act of sucking this perfect cock. I work it slowly and deliberately, feeling every inch of his cock against my tongue. I can't stop myself from moaning every time the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, which elicits a loud groan from Ken. However right now I don't care how he feels, I'm completely captivated by the feeling of his cock filling my mouth, enthralled by the taste of his pre cum as it drips down my throat. "Fuck Jenny, you suck such a good dick," Ken manages to groan. His hand had makes its way around to the back of my head and he starts to try and push his cock deeper into my throat. In response I start to slow down even more, just moving my lips over his the head of his cock while my tongue twirls around it. I open my eyes and look up at Ken. His head is tilted back as he constantly groans and grunts. It appears that e had removed his shirt while I was lost sucking his dick. I let go of my tits and run my hand along his chest. He has rock hard abs that feel great. Slowly I lift my head off of his cock, causing him to look down at me. "You wanna fuck my mouth don't you Ken?" I ask, my voice dripping with sex. He simply nods yes in reply. "Do it then," I order before twirling my tongue around his cock again. "Fuck my mouth Ken." The second I put my mouth back on his dick, Ken does exactly as I told him and forces himself down my throat. He has both his hands behind my head both with a firm grip on tufts of my hair as he shoves his cock into me with his hips. I can barely breathe as the tip of his cock pounds the back of my throat over and over again, making me gag. However every loud gag from me leads to an even louder grunt of satisfaction as Ken abuses my throat. I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head as Ken face fucks me mercilessly and to be honest, I was loving it. I felt like such a dirty slut with a dick deep down my throat, massive, hulking tits and a soaking wet pussy begging to be released. I was so aroused that it didn't matter who's cock it was and what it was doing, as long as it was inside of me. Without warning, Ken's massive member starts to shudder and massive amounts of cum start to gush into my mouth. I had taken a few of loads in the mouth before, but none were like this. His delicious cum was filling my mouth, I did everything I could to swallow it all, but try as I might I still had a bit of cum pour out of the side of my mouth. I don't think Ken had been prepared for his massive orgasm either as he stumbles backwards towards his bed, breathing heavily. I'm sure we made quite a sight, a naked man lying on his bed nearly passed out with a fully clothed woman on her knees, her hair a mess and cum dripping out of her mouth. As I sat there thinking about it, my ever aching pussy started to beg for release. I had gotten Ken off no problem, but now it was time for him to return the favour. "Shit baby, I don't know what got into you today, but I like it," Ken tells me as I climb to my feet. "Glad to hear it," I say as I walk over to the bed. "Because baby REALLY needs you to take care of her." Without another word I hike up my skirt and climb on top of Ken's naked body. Moving slowly and seductively I begin to gyrate my body against him, grinding my drenched slit against his semi erect cock. "Alright, but I'm gonna have to see these tits of yours," Ken says as he reaches up and starts to unbutton my blouse. "No," I say breathlessly, placing a hand on his wrist. Our eyes meet and I can feel the heat between us. The only motion is me pushing my crotch into him. "Just fucking tear it off." A split second later buttons are flung around the room and I'm moaning uncontrollably as I finally feel the air against my breasts. Seconds after that Ken has unsnapped my bra and my tits are free. Beneath me I can feel that Ken's dick is rock hard and I don't think that my body will let me wait any longer to have him inside of me. "I need you to fuck me Ken," I tell him as I reposition myself, letting his dick come free. "And it needs to be fucking good." I brace myself. This is the moment I've been craving all day. I can feel the head of his cock against my slit. My pussy is soaked and gaping, begging for him to push inside of me. My nipples are harder than they've ever been. My whole body is screaming for it. "OH MY GOD!!!" I exclaim as his full eight inches plunge inside of me. I stare at the ceiling, my eyes wide open. I arch my back so far that I'm leaning away from Ken as he forces his cock into me. My whole body spasms in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm washes over my body. I think I came for a minute, maybe more. My mind just went blank as my incredible orgasm took over me. leaning forward again, I could tell Ken was ready to fuck, and so was I. He pust one muscular arm around my waist and in one swift motion he rolls us over on the bed, with him on top and my back pressed into the sheets. I feel a strong hand gently push against my inner thigh, spreading my legs wide. His other hand reaches out and roughly squeezes my right breast. Heat spreads throughout my body, emanating from my begging pussy. With one quick thrust, Ken has his cock buried inside of me, his balls slapping against the underside of my ass. "Shitttttt," I groan as I feel his full eight inches push into me for the second time. My pussy was so wet that his large cock had no problem finding the deepest depths of my body. He runs his hands all the way along my body all the way up my arms before finally gripping my wrists. Pulling my arms up over my head, he holds me down while also propping himself up, allowing him to pump his cock into me harder. Ken was completely silent save for a few quick grunts, his eyes fixated on my jiggling tits as he rammed his body into me over and over. I on the other hand, couldn't hold in my cries. My loud moans were echoing throughout the room as Ken fucked me with focused intensity. "Fuck me harder Ken!" I beg, wrapping my thick legs around his hips, trying desperately to force his shaft deeper. "Please fuck me harder!" My breath was starting to get ragged as Ken fucked me relentlessly. I did everything in my power to get more of him inside of me; I bucked my hips, meeting his rhythmic thrusts as best I could. The occasional graze of my tender clit would be forced me to let out a gasp, interrupting my uncontrollable moans. I struggle to free my arms from Ken's firm grip, trying to wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against him, but my useless flailing did nothing to shake me free of his almost inhuman grasp. The feeling of knowing that I couldn't stop Ken's vicious assault on my pussy even if I wanted to did nothing to cool me down either. In fact, it only made me hotter. Without breaking his furious pace, Ken leans over and takes my left nipple into his mouth, his soft tongue rolling it around in a slow circle. The sensation of his cool, soft tongue against my burning hot flesh was too much for me to handle, and I I arch my back high, forcing my chest into his face. He can tell that I'm getting close to cumming again, as his ferocious pumping begins to quicken and he starts to suck harder my tit. Finally, I feel a sharp pain in my nipple as he bites down. I let out a guttural, animalistic groan, the sharp sensation sending me over the edge. Again, my body starts to spasm uncontrollably as my second orgasm of the night washes over my body. My legs release Ken's hips and the stretch out straight, my whole body extending itself as far as it can. I seize for a few moments, letting the tidal waves of pleasure rock my body. After a few long, incredible moments, I start to come down. Ken slowly removes his still rock hard dick from my slit he climbs to his feet, making me let out a satisfied sigh. My breathing is still heavy as I prop myself up with one hand, wiping sweat from my brow with the other. As I sit on the sweat and cum soaked bed, I feel a drop of something rolling down my tit flesh. I gaze down lazily and see a drop of blood falling from my engorged nipple. Curious, I use my free hand and with my pointer finger I carefully wipe the drop of blood off of my breast before licking it. I closed my eyes and savoured the coppery taste. Perhaps it was because of the sexual haze I had been caught in since I was in Mr. Edwards, but the idea that I had gotten a man so aroused that he struck blood seemed so unbelievably hot to me. "Wow Ken, that really did the trick," I purr as I lay back down again. "You were a fucking animal tonight." "Roll over," I hear him say. I tilt my head forward again and look at him quizzically. He's standing about a foot away from the bed his hand is on his dick, slowly stroking it while he stares at me. The carnal lust evident in his gaze made me dizzy with longing. "I said roll over," he says again, this time harsher. "I wanna take your filthy cunt from behind." "Alright then big boy," I say as I lazily roll over at point my ass up towards him. Most nights I would just leave once Ken had satisfied my cravings, but his vulgar words and stern tone were getting me hot again, and there was nothing wrong with another round for good measure. After all, I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night and have pleasure myself. "You have to keep talking like that though," I make sure to mention as he steps forward and places his cockhead against my wet slit. "Shut up and take it slut." In one quick motion his cock is deep inside my cunt. I close my eyes and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. His long shaft felt amazing as it slid into me, setting my groin on fire. Apparently I was much more aroused than I had thought I was. Ken wraps his strong hands around my waist and starts to pull my hips against him as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. He's pounding me so hard that I can feel my ass jiggle with each incredible push into my slit. Behind me, I can hear Ken's loud grunts in sync with his thrusts. Abruptly he bends forward and reaches with his left hand, squeezing my tit hard while his other hand stays on his waist. "You like my big tits babe?" I ask seductively between pants. "I love your big tits, they're fucking perfect." I was never one for talking dirty, but tonight it just felt so natural, so right, that I couldn't help myself. The more depraved and rough Ken was with me, the hornier I became. It was just so hot to be treated like a little slut. I can feel his nails digging into the soft flesh of my breasts and the pain was causing my body to writhe in delight. "Oh god Ken, your cock is incredible." "That's right slut, you need my dick don't you?" I didn't answer him as I was too enveloped in the feeling of his working of my tit. Instead of just squeezing, he had begun to knead it deep while pinching my ever so sensitive nipples. That combined with the feeling of his shaft splitting me in half had me completely lost in a fog of yearning and lust. "Answer me bitch!" Ken demanded as he gave my ass a hard slap, causing me to let out a high pitched squeal. "Yes! Yes! I need your cock babe. I need it so bad!" My words must have sparked something in him as he released my breast and started to fuck me harder. He had abandoned any sort of rhythm and was now resorting to just ramming his cock into my pussy as hard and as fast as humanly possible. Each mighty pump of his long dick was forcing pleasure to surge through my body .The incredible feeling of his relentless fucking was causing my body to shudder uncontrollably. My arms collapse and I fall face first into the bed, my ass still high in the air. My nose fills with the mixed scent of sweat and pussy juice from our last fuck session. The sheets don't do much to muffle my loud shrieks of delight as Ken reaches around with one hand and starts to finger my clit. I desperately start to grind my ass against him, trying to find some release. "That's right you little whore, move that sweet ass," he groans as I feel his cock begin to tense up inside of my cunt. "Oh fuck Jenny, I'm gonna cum." "It's alright baby," I tell him as I move my hips around in small circles, working his rock hard prick. "Cum inside of me, I'm on the pill." Moments later I can feel strings of warm cum start to fill my pussy. The sensation is enough to send me over the edge as well as yet another huge flood of pleasure courses throughout my battered body. Ken's loud groans and my high pitched screams echo throughout the simple bedroom as him and I climax simultaneously. After our orgasms subside, Ken falls flat on the bed next to me face down. I roll over and state at the ceiling for a few minutes, catching my breath after the insane fucking I just received. Having collected myself, I prop myself up on my elbows and turn my head towards Ken who's still face down. I poke him a few times, trying to get a response, but it appears that he's passed out. I get to my feet and start putting the tattered remains of my clothes back on. I try putting my bra on first, forgetting that my nipple was cut open and bleeding. I decide the pain isn't worth it and throw the bra into my purse to join my panties. Next is my skirt, which now lays crumpled on the floor next to the bed. I pull it up over my sore thighs and I wince a bit as it goes over my ass. Flung over to the other side of the room is my blouse, the buttons mostly torn off of it. Thankfully a button managed to semi-stay on near the middle. I put on the shirt and do up the one remaining button. It doesn't do much to cover my body, but it hides my nipples and that's enough modesty for me. Before I leave, I decide to roll Ken over and turn his body around so that he's at least laying the right way on his bed. I spot a blanket on a chair in the corner of the room and grab it, spreading it over him. Luckily, it's just big enough to cover most of him. "Thanks for the fun sexy," I whisper as I lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. "We'll do this again some time." By some miracle I didn't run into anyone as I left Ken's apartment and walked up the stairs to my own apartment. I don't think I'd be able to live it down if someone saw me in this sad state of disarray. I made sure that I had my key good and ready before I left Ken's apartment, so I was able to get inside quickly. As soon as I close the door I drop my purse on the ground, kick off my shoes and start walking towards the bedroom, stripping down as I go. I stop in front of my full length mirror and expect the damages of the day. My god what a sight, I had blood dripping from one of my breasts while the other was covered in nail marks, my ass had a bright red hand print on it from the Ken's spanking and the inside of my thighs were clearly starting to bruise. Shrugging to myself, I turn and walk into my room and collapse on my soft bed, utterly exhausted. As I lay my head back on my pillow and close my eyes, I silently pray that today was just a onetime only deal and that the next time I saw Mr. Jason Edwards it was strictly professional, with absolutely no arousal on my part because honestly, I don't think I'd be able to handle sex like that ever
an easy thing to answer so many possibilities depending on the mood the moment I'll just tell you how you should eat a peach at first you shouldn't bite it or taste it at all you should simply caress the velvety skin with your lips take in the sweet scent the softness you should let your tongue lick across the outer skin of it for just a moment next you should use your fingers the peach should be so ripe and juicy and soft that it should pull apart easily you should be able to crack it open to the pit making a crevice to lap at the nectar should flow out of it down your chin and you should drink you should spend a lot of time pushing your face into the peach licking at the tender flesh up and down the opening slowly then fast changing rhythm often savoring the experience the sticky sensations its at that point that the urge to bite into the peach should be overwhelming you should take a large juicy bite of it with your eyes closed to experience it more intensely at that point it should be wide open in front of you glistening with nectar instinctually your fingers should penetrate the tender flesh of the peach slowly going deeper sliding inside it your fingers should quicken their pace as they work into a maddening rhythm your tongue should be flicking over its flesh like a hummingbird's wings and with nibbling toothy bites from your eager mouth you should interrupt the rhythm every so often your face pressed deep inside the peach your nose nudging against its flesh your chin rough and hard your tongue lapping your fingers pumping it should break in two watching you eat the peach if you are eating it well should make me moan and scream and shake and cum your face and your hands and your soul should be drenched with nectar"
I was going out with a few girlfriends one night. A local bar, a hole in the wall really. Not feeling in the best of spirits I chose to roll a joint to smoke prior. This wasn’t normal behavior for me. Hell the only reason I had the pot was because I’d bought some for my brother (that’s a whole other story).
The weed had kicked in by the time I reached the bar. I quickly began drinking to cover my ass if my friends began to question my state. After a couple drinks I spotted him. He was older, maybe by 10yrs, which would put him in his mid-50s. He still looked good. Not that I planned to do anything…. No harm in looking though. Another drink or two passed, enjoying the company of my friends. The mix of weed and booze were doing a damn good job of loosening me up. Mr. older man and I locked eyes a few times, nothing too flirtatious just a glance here or there.
I excused myself before I could finish another drink; I was in desperate need of a piss. The jukebox called my name as I headed back to my friends. I paused to deposit a few bucks and pick out a couple of my favs. His hot breath on my ear as he leaned in behind me and whispered “you want to come back to my place?”. A familiar tingle shot between my legs. Before allowing the whispers of sanity to sink in I spoke a simple “yes”. He said he’d meet me outside in 20mins. Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. I didn't want them to know I was planning on fucking a total stranger.
“I think I drank too much. I’m gonna call it a night and head home.” I lied out my ass.
“You need one of us to drive you?” “You ok girl?” “You ok to drive?” They all asked at once.
“No no I’m fine…. Just a headache… Y’all have fun.” Once again lying to my friends.
They told me to be safe and hugged me goodbye. Finally I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, just what I was getting myself into I wasn’t sure.
Following him to his place I started to feel a panic. No it was more than a panic. I was terrified, yet there was also need and excitement mixed in. Walking toward the front door I thought “this is it, you can still turn around and leave, no harm done” but then he turned to look at me with a wicked smile on his face, pushed open the door and ushered me in. When I heard the lock click I felt a sudden wave of nausea. My whole body shook lightly, standing there in this stranger’s living room.
He didn’t say much. We both knew we weren’t there for small talk. He walked to a nearby desk and pulled a bag from the drawer. He began forming lines. He snorted one line then another. Looking back at me he asked “you want some?”. Besides the joint earlier, I hadn’t done drugs (especially hard drugs) ever, my entire life. Without thinking further I said “sure”.
He handed me the rolled up bill. I snorted half a line in my right nostril, then the other half with my left. My sinuses were on fire. He snorted two more lines and handed the bill back to me once again. I was barely able to finish my second line. The taste in the back of my throat nearly making me gag. He offered me a soda which I gladly accepted. I took a few sips, feeling more at ease with the drugs seeping into my system. He wasted no more time and took me in his arms and began kissing me hard.
Without warning his tongue was probing my mouth. Clothes were coming off quickly, thanks in large part to him. I was practically paralyzed in shock of what I was allowing to happen. Now completely naked, I felt his hands roam my body. My hands followed suit and I found myself touching him as he was touching me. The drugs were really hitting me; it was becoming hard to focus. Next thing I knew I was on my knees with his hard cock down my throat. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth till he shot his first load deep down my throat. I continued sucking till I was sure I’d drained him.
He then sat me on the couch and knelt between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs, over my tummy, on up to my breasts. He squeezed them while taking turns flicking first one nipple then the other. His hands remained on my breasts as his head traveled down to my pussy. My nails dug into his back as he licked and sucked me to orgasm. I moaned out loud as I shook with pleasure.
Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickly wrapped his arms under my legs bringing my ass to the edge. In one thrust his hard rod slid deep inside my soaking wet pussy. I grasped the fabric of the couch as he pounded me like an animal. Both of us grunting, moaning, screaming, and spewing every curse word imaginable.
After some time he stood, panting and pouring sweat. Instinctively I turned and positioned my knees near the edge with my ass high in the air. He took ahold of my hips and plunged back down deep in my cunt. My hands clung to the back of the couch as he fucked me into a fog. I was screaming out so loud my throat hurt and my mouth was dry. He slowed down to catch his breath. I took the opportunity and reached back to wrap my fingers around his cock to position the head at the entrance of my ass. He pushed the head in without much effort. I was no stranger to anal sex. Reaching for my tits, he began twisting and pulling my nipples as he steadily inserted his cock into my bowels. Once he was balls deep he retracted half way then proceeded to slowly fuck my ass.
“Harder! Fuck my ass harder!” It must have been the drugs talking.
He gladly obliged my demand. His hands returned to my hips as he started ramming my ass hard & deep. One hand slid from my hip to play with my clit. I was holding onto the couch for dear life as my second orgasm hit. “Oh my fucking God!!!!” His body tensed along with mine as he unloaded in my ass.
We were both spent for the time being and collapsed on the couch. My heart was pounding so hard I feared what kind of affect the mix of drugs and booze was having on my body. I was radiating heat and sweating profusely. I closed my eyes trying to regain control of my body. When my eyes opened he was handing me a wet hand towel to clean myself with. That cold wet rag felt amazing on my clammy skin. Meanwhile he went back to the table and snorted another two lines. This time he didn’t bother to ask if I wanted any, he just handed me the rolled up bill.
“Fine” I thought “just one more line.”
His hands were all over me before I could finish the line. His mouth assaulted mine as his hands grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up. We continued kissing as he walked us back to the couch. He sat down and I quickly got the hint. I held his tool and guided it into me. There was no going slow. This was all animal lust. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast. One thumb rubbed on my clit and the other my left nipple as his mouth found my right nipple.
It didn’t take long before I was approaching yet another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me holding me as my whole body convulsed for what seemed like forever. Once it subsided I collapsed onto his chest. He rolled me over until I was pinned between him and the couch. He captured my wrists holding them above my head, plunged his tongue down my throat, and began his assault on my pussy. He ground his pelvis into mine harder and harder. After some time I felt him tense up, I knew it was coming soon. Sure enough a few more thrusts and I could feel his hot cum coating me from the inside. He stayed on top of me for a few moments catching his breath.
We unceremoniously cleaned ourselves, got dressed, he gave me his number, kissed me goodbye, and then walked me out.
I haven't seen or talked to him since but what an amazing night that was, I didn't realize how desperately I needed to be taken and fucked like that. It had been way to many years.
True stories from collared wife
Louise was feeling especially horny today. She had been texting her master all day and he had her
do things that only he knew would make her crazy with lust. She called him and told him she couldn't
take it anymore and needed relief from her horniness. He agreed to meet Louise at a local
motel. She arrived first and immediately stripped herself as she knew that is how her master preferred
her in his presence. Her tits were aching to be held and her nipples, shiny with her piercings,
longed to be sucked. Her cunt was not just moist but was literally dripping. She was indeed ripe for
the taking. Her master arrived shortly thereafter but it seemed like an eternity. He strode over to
the other bed and immediately removed his clothes revealing the thing Louise wanted most, her master’s
cock. She fell to her knees and started sucking his cock. She knew this would please her master as she
knew that he shouldn't have to ask to have his cock sucked it was her privilege. She could tell he was enjoying her cocksucking as he was very hard and she gagged as she tried to engulf it. She pulled his member from her mouth and admired it, slick with all her saliva.
More to follow
True stories from collared wife
Cont.
Louise's master pushed her back on the bed and dove straight for her aching tits. He gently tugged
at her rings and then sucked each nipple into his mouth sending waves of pleasure thru her body.
Louise arched her back urging her master to take more of her tits into his mouth. As he continued
his assault on her tits he inserted his finger into her dripping cunt. His finger slid in easily right
up to his last knuckle. She was indeed soaking wet. He withdrew that finger and inserted two fingers
which also went in like butter. He withdrew one and put it in her ass. Now Louise had a finger in each
of her holes and loved it. She moaned loudly at the pleasure she was receiving. Then her master
lowered his tongue to her clit as he finger fucked her ass and cunt at the same time. Louise was
writhing on the bed screaming for him to fuck her. With that her master lifted her legs back over her
head and shoved his hard cock into her steamy cunt. He went in right up to his balls with no resistance. He fucked her cunt good sending waves of pleasure thru her body. Then suddenly without warning he withdrew his cock and started to smack her clit and clit ring with his cock. This was a new experience for Louise and she liked it. Her clit was so engorged from his cock attack that she came in waves. Just as her body calmed from her massive orgasm her master took his cock and shoved it up her ass in one swift stroke. Louise's body shook as she came again. Her as seemed so full and alive. She knew her master liked fucking her ass and she enjoyed now as much as he did. She urged him on telling him to fuck her ass hard, harder. He was fucking her ass at a frenzy sending so much pleasure thru Louise's body as she screamed " yea baby that’s it fuck my ass, ohh yea fuck it good baby. I love ur hard cock in my ass, do u like it there?" She knew he liked it there and she could sense he was soon going to cum. She once again started her verbal coaxing, "that’s it fuck my ass harder, do u need to cum baby, fill my ass with ur hot cum…. mmmmmmm. Give it to me I want ur cum deep in my ass.." He came with frenzy and shot his load deep into Louise's bowels send her into yet another orgasm. Both were covered in sweat. Louise's master got up and washed his cock off which puzzled her so she asked "I thought u wanted me to lick ur cock clean" He just smiled and said next time. She knew he had told her from the start that she was to lick his cock and balls clean no matter where he fucked her and she was only too willing to please her master. Shortly thereafter he left and she jumped in the shower and.......that’s another story
True stories from collared wife
Louise was feeling especially horny today. She had been texting her master all day and he had her
do things that only he knew would make her crazy with lust. She called him and told him she couldn't
take it anymore and needed relief from her horniness. He agreed to meet Louise at a local
motel. She arrived first and immediately stripped herself as she knew that is how her master preferred
her in his presence. Her tits were aching to be held and her nipples, shiny with her piercings,
longed to be sucked. Her cunt was not just moist but was literally dripping. She was indeed ripe for
the taking. Her master arrived shortly thereafter but it seemed like an eternity. He strode over to
the other bed and immediately removed his clothes revealing the thing Louise wanted most, her master’s
cock. She fell to her knees and started sucking his cock. She knew this would please her master as she
knew that he shouldn't have to ask to have his cock sucked it was her privilege. She could tell he was enjoying her cocksucking as he was very hard and she gagged as she tried to engulf it. She pulled his member from her mouth and admired it, slick with all her saliva.
More to follow
True stories from collared wife
Cont.
Louise's master pushed her back on the bed and dove straight for her aching tits. He gently tugged
at her rings and then sucked each nipple into his mouth sending waves of pleasure thru her body.
Louise arched her back urging her master to take more of her tits into his mouth. As he continued
his assault on her tits he inserted his finger into her dripping cunt. His finger slid in easily right
up to his last knuckle. She was indeed soaking wet. He withdrew that finger and inserted two fingers
which also went in like butter. He withdrew one and put it in her ass. Now Louise had a finger in each
of her holes and loved it. She moaned loudly at the pleasure she was receiving. Then her master
lowered his tongue to her clit as he finger fucked her ass and cunt at the same time. Louise was
writhing on the bed screaming for him to fuck her. With that her master lifted her legs back over her
head and shoved his hard cock into her steamy cunt. He went in right up to his balls with no resistance. He fucked her cunt good sending waves of pleasure thru her body. Then suddenly without warning he withdrew his cock and started to smack her clit and clit ring with his cock. This was a new experience for Louise and she liked it. Her clit was so engorged from his cock attack that she came in waves. Just as her body calmed from her massive orgasm her master took his cock and shoved it up her ass in one swift stroke. Louise's body shook as she came again. Her as seemed so full and alive. She knew her master liked fucking her ass and she enjoyed now as much as he did. She urged him on telling him to fuck her ass hard, harder. He was fucking her ass at a frenzy sending so much pleasure thru Louise's body as she screamed " yea baby that’s it fuck my ass, ohh yea fuck it good baby. I love ur hard cock in my ass, do u like it there?" She knew he liked it there and she could sense he was soon going to cum. She once again started her verbal coaxing, "that’s it fuck my ass harder, do u need to cum baby, fill my ass with ur hot cum…. mmmmmmm. Give it to me I want ur cum deep in my ass.." He came with frenzy and shot his load deep into Louise's bowels send her into yet another orgasm. Both were covered in sweat. Louise's master got up and washed his cock off which puzzled her so she asked "I thought u wanted me to lick ur cock clean" He just smiled and said next time. She knew he had told her from the start that she was to lick his cock and balls clean no matter where he fucked her and she was only too willing to please her master. Shortly thereafter he left and she jumped in the shower and.......that’s another story
True stories from collared wife Louise was feeling especially horny today. She had been texting her master all day and he had her do things that only he knew would make her crazy with lust. She called him and told him she couldn't take it anymore and needed relief from her horniness. He agreed to meet Louise at a local motel. She arrived first and immediately stripped herself as she knew that is how her master preferred her in his presence. Her tits were aching to be held and her nipples, shiny with her piercings, longed to be sucked. Her cunt was not just moist but was literally dripping. She was indeed ripe for the taking. Her master arrived shortly thereafter but it seemed like an eternity. He strode over to the other bed and immediately removed his clothes revealing the thing Louise wanted most, her master’s cock. She fell to her knees and started sucking his cock. She knew this would please her master as she knew that he shouldn't have to ask to have his cock sucked it was her privilege. She could tell he was enjoying her cocksucking as he was very hard and she gagged as she tried to engulf it. She pulled his member from her mouth and admired it, slick with all her saliva. More to follow
True stories from collared wife Cont. Louise's master pushed her back on the bed and dove straight for her aching tits. He gently tugged at her rings and then sucked each nipple into his mouth sending waves of pleasure thru her body. Louise arched her back urging her master to take more of her tits into his mouth. As he continued his assault on her tits he inserted his finger into her dripping cunt. His finger slid in easily right up to his last knuckle. She was indeed soaking wet. He withdrew that finger and inserted two fingers which also went in like butter. He withdrew one and put it in her ass. Now Louise had a finger in each of her holes and loved it. She moaned loudly at the pleasure she was receiving. Then her master lowered his tongue to her clit as he finger fucked her ass and cunt at the same time. Louise was writhing on the bed screaming for him to fuck her. With that her master lifted her legs back over her head and shoved his hard cock into her steamy cunt. He went in right up to his balls with no resistance. He fucked her cunt good sending waves of pleasure thru her body. Then suddenly without warning he withdrew his cock and started to smack her clit and clit ring with his cock. This was a new experience for Louise and she liked it. Her clit was so engorged from his cock attack that she came in waves. Just as her body calmed from her massive orgasm her master took his cock and shoved it up her ass in one swift stroke. Louise's body shook as she came again. Her as seemed so full and alive. She knew her master liked fucking her ass and she enjoyed now as much as he did. She urged him on telling him to fuck her ass hard, harder. He was fucking her ass at a frenzy sending so much pleasure thru Louise's body as she screamed " yea baby that’s it fuck my ass, ohh yea fuck it good baby. I love ur hard cock in my ass, do u like it there?" She knew he liked it there and she could sense he was soon going to cum. She once again started her verbal coaxing, "that’s it fuck my ass harder, do u need to cum baby, fill my ass with ur hot cum…. mmmmmmm. Give it to me I want ur cum deep in my ass.." He came with frenzy and shot his load deep into Louise's bowels send her into yet another orgasm. Both were covered in sweat. Louise's master got up and washed his cock off which puzzled her so she asked "I thought u wanted me to lick ur cock clean" He just smiled and said next time. She knew he had told her from the start that she was to lick his cock and balls clean no matter where he fucked her and she was only too willing to please her master. Shortly thereafter he left and she jumped in the shower and.......that’s another story
True stories from collared wife Message body Louise was tired. It was a long day at work and she seemed to accomplish everything and nothing at all. When she finally made it to her bike and strapped on her helmet she was ready for a stimulating ride in the wind. Initially she was heading home but the warm sun and cool wind started to refresh her and she didn't want to stop riding too soon.
She peeled off the main highway and headed back through the green country west of her home. Rolling hills laid the backdrop like a painting on a beautiful day like this.
Her Harley vibrated its way up and down hills, round the curves and through some wooded areas. It seemed that she was all alone in the world but it was a peaceful feeling. After about 30 minutes she edged her was off the road in a wooded area and set the bike carefully.
She swung her long limber leg off and removed her helmet, softly tossing her blonde strands of hair. After securing her helmet to the bike she walked down from the road toward a small creek where she took a seat on a large rock and just enjoyed the sense of peace and quiet.
Then like a release she felt the yearnings of her body. First she softly stroked her covered chest. It felt good and her nipples immediately responded. Slowly she shed her white short sleeved sweater and began playing with her rings and nipples. Pulling and twisting, feeling the various sensual sensations as they started through her body.
Within minutes she could feel her cunt starting to react...first just becoming moist then wet then almost tense. When she felt she couldn't wait longer she deftly slipped her red silken pants off laying them next to her on the rock. Her skilled hands quickly found her hidden treasure and began to stimulate her special ring.
Back and forth, in and out, she felt her legs tense as the sensations moved through her body. Looking up she could see the sky through the trees...what a great feeling. She began to cum, with jerky motions; there on that rock she felt her whole body release.
Calming down, she softly stroked her cunt. Carefully she slides her fingers deep into her cunt, bathing them in the warm moist cum of her passions. Slowly she pulled them out and one by one she dipped them into her mouth, as her Master had taught her, cleansing the special sauce from each one savoring the taste..
As she sprawled on the rock just relaxing she decided that it really had been a good day.
They lost again...Louise and Zed were on the same bowling team and had known each other for years. On this occasion Zed was giving Louise a ride home in his rather fancy car with the sporty high grill. Louise was in the mood tonight so she casually removes her short leather vest and giving Zed the signal that she is really interested in some "extracurricular" activity. He reaches for her pierced nipple covered with a skimpy cut off t-shirt and begins to play.
Louise slowly peels the t-shirt off as Zed tries to focus on driving and her two large breasts. Then Zed reaches for her warm moist shaved cunt, running a finger gently over her pierced clit. He didn't even realize what he was rubbing, remember he's still driving. Louise reaches for Zed’s crotch, as promised, his jeans hold a large thick wad. She just rubs it gently as she tells Zed where to park.
He parks and she unzips him, his glory bursting out large and demanding. She leans her head over his mass and slowly licks and cuddles it with her tongue and mouth. Its very large,firm, enticing. Then she engulfs it with her lips sliding it to the back of her mouth. Zed moans, take it all... and she tries with minor gags. But it's just too much,
Louise continues, saying to Zed, "let me know if I please you." She focuses on her work of satisfying Zeds large cock. Then he says, “you want it in your ass?" instantly Louise has a dilemma. Although her tryst with Zed seemed so spontaneous it was conceived by Louise’s master. Louise did not know how her master would feel with this change; the plan was just a blow job. But Louise was burning with desire and that hard cock was demanding her lust.
With a large hard promising suck she slid herself out of the door. Zed followed quickly meeting Louise at the front of the vehicle. She turned to the car and dropped her low cut jeans to her ankles as he pulled down hie pants. His large fully erect penis stood at a ninety degree angle to his small tight frame. Louise reached down and took a firm hold onto the hood as he lined up with her wanting ass.
He entered. smoothly and firmly. slowly starting to stroke back and forth as she felt the deep sensations inside her. Zed asks, " Didn't you ex ever take you in the ass?" Louise replies, "Yes" as the thrusting becomes stronger, and more demanding. She feels her wetness curling through her body as the totality of the sensation hits her and she moans into the night gripping tighter on the car.
The Zed is there now, filling her tight dark ass with his warm cum. And they both relax leaning on the car. Truly a memory. They adjust their clothes and return to the car. Louise says thanks for the ride as he drops her off at the house. And they part...funny, no kisses, no promises, no lies . . just blissful satisfaction for both
It was a beautiful day for a bike ride. Louise met her friend Rock at her house and they "saddled up" their bikes. her on her sporster, and he on his shadow. After the usual stop for the before trip fill up they headed for the starting point.
The sun shone down on Louise's exposed back warming her already tan skin. The breeze felt good through her hair and across her breasts. the slight vibration of her halter top serving to remind her constantly of her large nipple rings.
After about 50 bikes had gathered at the start Will got up and gave his short but sweet pre-ride discussion - basically summed up as "if the speed sign says 15 do 15!" and "be safe". Louise and the others then headed for their bikes and the low moaning rumble of engines began.
They headed out on a 70 mile ride that would take them just over 2 hours over mountains and hills, through cornfields and woods. The views at times were exquisite but separated by periods of rain. The first drops came down within minutes of starting the ride. Louise felt those pinpoints pricks rippling her skin as she rode. Her pink halter turned a deeper color as it went from dry to soaked, clinging to her large bosom with her nips and piercings becoming quite obvious. Then the rain lifted and the heat flowed back through and she could feel the shirt drying on her back. This process repeated several times.
All this wet and the dry was beginning to set off Louise's erotic side. Not sure why a wet shirt, jeans and water in her boots would make her cunt so moist, but Louise gets like that these days. As she rode with the breeze blowing her dry she thought of Hot Cock, and her muscles began to flex without thinking.
Louise gazed down the road and focused on her fellow riders as best as she could but her mind was seeing her favorite cock, licking its soft edges and velvety top. Feeling the rim with the tip of her tongue and then plunging her mouth down deep on it as it reacted by becoming firm and tight. As the rain started to fall again Louise was distracted by her thoughts of sucking and stroking Hot Cock to the brim of explosion catching the prize of warm hot cum deep in her throat, making the wetness between her legs much more warm. As they came to the end of the ride, Louise was grateful that the rain had come to hid any sign of her erotically wet crotch. It was a pleasant ride...but when would she see hot cock again?
an easy thing to answer so many possibilities depending on the mood the moment I'll just tell you how you should eat a peach at first you shouldn't bite it or taste it at all you should simply caress the velvety skin with your lips take in the sweet scent the softness you should let your tongue lick across the outer skin of it for just a moment next you should use your fingers the peach should be so ripe and juicy and soft that it should pull apart easily you should be able to crack it open to the pit making a crevice to lap at the nectar should flow out of it down your chin and you should drink you should spend a lot of time pushing your face into the peach licking at the tender flesh up and down the opening slowly then fast changing rhythm often savoring the experience the sticky sensations its at that point that the urge to bite into the peach should be overwhelming you should take a large juicy bite of it with your eyes closed to experience it more intensely at that point it should be wide open in front of you glistening with nectar instinctually your fingers should penetrate the tender flesh of the peach slowly going deeper sliding inside it your fingers should quicken their pace as they work into a maddening rhythm your tongue should be flicking over its flesh like a hummingbird's wings and with nibbling toothy bites from your eager mouth you should interrupt the rhythm every so often your face pressed deep inside the peach your nose nudging against its flesh your chin rough and hard your tongue lapping your fingers pumping it should break in two watching you eat the peach if you are eating it well should make me moan and scream and shake and cum your face and your hands and your soul should be drenched with nectar"
