She looks up at me with her big eyes. Wide open, with tears running down to her cheeks, they beg me to stop and to continue at the same time. I look back at her sternly, grab the back of her head and push it against me while I tilt my pelvis forward. I moan loudly and deeply as my cock slides past her tonsils far into her throat. Holding her there, breathless, I wait seconds for her to gag. Hot drool covers my rod as I finally withdraw and allow her to catch a breath. I bend down, stroking her hair gently with my right hand and whispering “good girl” into her ear while she is still catching her breath, looking down at the floor in front of her.
The hand moves down her cheek and throat, squeezes her left breast and finds its way between her legs. Grabbing the hair at the back of her head with my left hand, moving her face towards me, I look her in the eyes as I start to fuck her with the fingers of my right hand. Her body jerks, her wrists pull on the cuffs and I have to hold her head tight so she does not fall over. She closes her eyes as I press my fingers hard against her clit and rub it. Before her orgasm is over, my cock is back in her face, pounding her mouth hard and fast. As I get close, I pull out, take a step back and look at her. She is a work of art with mascara running down, smeared all over below her eys Drool runs down her mouth, covering her tits and belly and there are more juices further below, around her wet cunt. Moving behind her, I make her lean against my body and grab her right breast with my left hand. At the same time I place my right hand over her pussy and alternate between rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. As she is about to cum, I open the quick release on her shackles, bend her forwards and push her head towards the floor as my cock pushes into her cunt, just in time to be milked by her orgasmic spasms. As her body starts to relax, my fucking gets faster. Reaching the point of no return, I withdraw, move to her side and shoot my load of hot cum on her cheek and mouth, as if signing a freshly finished painting. I gently help her lie on her side as I grab her phone and take some pictures before I lift her up and carry her on the bed. She needs some time by herself now, but also needs me to be there. So, I lie next to her, thoughtless, in a state of bliss, until she finally asks me for a glass of water. After a long shower it’s hugging time.
She genuinely cares. Every time she picks the guys who she thinks will struggle most to find a sexual encounter. There is a massive gender imbalance at the event and she could have just about every man. But she sticks to her rules and the offer to the lucky ones is always the same: She will be their whore for 30 minutes – the only caveat is that I will be watching. 4 or 5 times I close the door behind us on the average night.
Watching her suck tiny cocks, help them pleasure her orally if they need education, fuck them in various positions. Her arousal is genuine. She loves giving pleasure to strangers, is addicted to the unknown, the raw lust, the throbbing cocks and orgasmic screams especially of men who look timid and shy. She feels fulfilled when she gets filled. And I watch her. Her dedication, her lust. Sometimes she cums, sometimes she doesn’t, her focus is on her partner at the time. Something wild starts boiling inside me. The most primal form of jealousy. When her last man has left the cubicle and we lock the door behind us, and when she teases me, sucking cum from filled condoms, spreading more on her tits and body, looking me in the eyes, in that moment I transform into a beast. I have no recollection of what happens, I live, I fuck in the moment, violent, screaming (I’m told) until the deed is done and our merged souls enter eternity. Until our aching, bruised bodies wake us from the trance.
Annabelle rings the bell.
I’m quick at the door and she’s still fixing the collar around the neck. Today it reads ‘slut’ in shiny golden letters. She enters, her eyes directed downwards and my hand grabs her cunt as I close the door. Her tight, black dress had barely hidden it and fresh air is her favourite underwear. My middle finger runs up and down her slit and she moans as she bends forward, spreading her legs a little to give me better access. Soon I sense a build up of moisture that allows my finger to dig in deeper between her lips and, finally enter her. Her body quivers as I thrust into her a few times before I turn her over and push her head towards the floor, pulling up her dress. I admire the sparkling little jewels that adorn the end of her butt plug as I unzip. In a single, swift motion, I push my hard cock deep into her, which makes her scream. Instead of withdrawing for the next thrust, I stay and grab her long hair with my left hand and pull it towards me. The right takes a little, yet powerful bullet vibrator out of my pocket and switches it on right as I press it against her clit, taking her by surprise. I struggle to hold grip of her hair as she yelps and her body jolts, each spasm tightening the muscles around my cock and sending waves of bliss up my spine. Some deep grunts escape my mouth while my arms and hands fight to control her. Eventually, she relaxes a little, as if to invite me to press the vibrator against her again. She screams once more, but it sounds more like a loud moan now that she has adjusted to the sensation. As she succumbs to it, I manage to thrust into her despite the tightness of the passage due to the anal plug and her ongoing convulsions. Her screams take the rhythm of my thrusts, but soon her now dripping cunt tightens up even more, preventing my movements inside her. This however only lasts seconds before she has a loud, massive orgasmic release. Her convulsions are milking my cock, which starts twitching and soon squirting a hot and sticky load of fresh cum deep into her, accompanied by my own screams. As our mutual climax begins to settle, I press the stop button on my watch and show her the time. She smiles at me as she realises that we just broke our record.
The insignia had been passed on for millennia. Made from earthly ejaculate, spewed out with orgasmic force from Mount Vesuvius’s burning vulva, the black rocks had been masterly crafted into a shiny orb and sceptre, perfectly shaped for their purpose.
Never to be cleaned, rituals have been devised, perfected and repeated, bestowing the objects with incredible power. Every new Mistress of the Realm, having been carefully chosen from the pool of gifted volunteers, adds her own energy to them.
Before her enthronement, for 6 days she has to keep the black stones wet with her sexual fluids and ejaculate. Then, for 6 more days, accompanied by the sound of cracking whips and floggers, they have to be coated with the sperm of the ruined orgasms forced upon keen male submissives and slaves of the Realm. And, finally, for another 6 days, the fluids emitted during the most deprived sexual acts, all performed to audiences in ritualistic gatherings on her temple’s black altar, are added. For the actual ceremony, the Mistress is stripped naked and tied to the altar. Loud, dark music plays, and everybody gathers around her, also naked, and is instructed to masturbate to their most perverted fantasies. The members of the congregation form a line to the front, where helpers hold the insignia and touch the aroused genitalia of each member. Most burst out in spontaneous, screaming orgasms. Finally, the sticky, smelly sceptre and orb are brought to the altar. The Mistress loses control over her body as the charged objects are brought close to her lower openings. It takes some effort to first insert the sceptre into her anus and then the orb into her holy cunt. The flash of obsidian turns her body and mind into convulsing flesh of oblivion. Screaming at the top of her lungs, in orgasmic agony, her life to this point is extinguished, the forces of darkness and life uniting in her, purifying and empowering her for her future. As she expels the objects from her orifices at the height of her climax, a sudden silence takes hold of the room. She is released from her shackles, covered in the white and golden gowns of the monarch and guided to her throne, where she is now ready to be crowned. Huge, clear diamonds on her crown shine forth the radiance of the one who knows the dark, its power and its ecstasies. Long live the Queen and her powers.
He had been waiting for her in a cafe close to his place. She had looked a bit nervous when she arrived, but he was probably the only one noticing it. She wore minimal make up, her long hair fell gently on her long dark coat. The high black stilettos looked a little bit out of place, too sexy for the venue. She recognised him from his picture and sat down opposite to him without taking her coat off. They ordered a skinny latte for her and a long black coffee for him.
They had a deal. After that coffee he’d ask her ‘go’ or ‘no go’?. 15 minutes for her to make up her mind. He looked very friendly, made some nice small talk and only once or twice, just for a split second, gave her a smile, a very cheeky smile. She knew what he had planned. But would her excitement win over her anxiety? She’d be vulnerable, too vulnerable? Is that man trustworthy? Is he sexy?
There was a lot of anticipation, but the conversation was totally non-sexual. No mention of anything that they had exchanged online, just as they had agreed upon. Then they were down to the last sip of their drinks and he leaned over to her and said: “Your safeword is ‘red’. As soon as you say ‘red’ I will stop everything immediately. If you want me to slow down, say ‘mercy’. The time has come. I ask you: Do you want to proceed?” She wasn’t sure. But his sudden closeness, her feeling of his breath, his dark eyes looking deeply into hers made her shiver in excitement. Her pulse started to race. Was she already getting wet? She swallowed and tried to answer, but there was no voice. Before she knew it, she nodded. “Are you sure?”. She stared straight ahead and finally whispered “yes”. “Come”.
They quietly walked the two minutes it took to get to his place. He had just closed the door to his apartment behind him when he asked her if she did everything as they had agreed upon. She couldn’t look into his eyes. She kept them down, to the side, and nodded quietly.
“Let me see”. “Here, in the hallway?” – “Yes, please”. His voice was very gentle and kind. She took her hands to the belt of her coat, shyly looking into his eyes for confirmation. She sensed his warmth, curiosity and cheekiness. Her coat opened slowly. He kept looking into her eyes, his index fingers slowly widening the gap in her coat from top to bottom, exposing her otherwise completely naked body. She straightened her posture, making her beautiful breasts stand out further. His fingers gently touched her nipples as they moved down. “Breathe!” he said, his eyed now wandering down her body, slowly following his fingers until they reached her pubic mound. “Can you take it off, please?” he asked, still very gently.
She shivered for a moment, then handed him the coat which he placed on a chair. Her back close to the wall, he approached her, his fingertips barely touching her face, moving behind her ears and neck. He then whispered into her ear: “You will soon be drenching wet and horny. Your lust will take over control over each cell of your body. You will BECOME your femininity, your unbridled lust. You will BE juiciness, raw sex, the wild woman you truly are”.
She was still struggling with the reaction her body had on these words. The anticipation made her knees feel soft and shaky. “Come”, he said and led her through a door.
She knew from the emails that they had exchanged that he wanted her to dance for him. “I can do that” she thought. But it wasn’t going to be the dance she expected.
“Stand in the middle of the room, spread your legs wide and put your hands behind your head please” he said as they entered his lounge. A bit perplexed over the power this man had gained over her action, she obeyed. He moved a chair close in front of her, sat down, still fully clothed, and looked at her body. Her eyes, which were wide open, her long hair that caressed her shoulders, her full beautiful red lips, her voluptuous breasts. Smallish areolae, erect, large nipples staring right into his face. His head moved down her flat tummy towards her bare sex. Her fleshy reddened labiae indicating her arousal. He inhaled the fragrance of her pheromones.
“You think you are naked?” He asked. “You are NOT naked. You only took off your clothes. What you need to take off now is your sexual inhibitions. All of them. I want you to be bare, be true to your raw female essence. I will put on music and you will dance. The music will send you into places. Dance sexually. Be a siren, a cheap hooker, be a courtesan, a stripper, a witch. There is only one thing you aren’t allowed to be: ‘shy’. Be your sex, touch yourself as you dance, use me as a prop, be fully absorbed. Don’t dance pretty. Give it your all. Be wild!”
The music started slowly. African tunes with a clear rhythm. Her first moves were insecure. She felt his eyes on her. But she was a good dancer and listened deeper into the music, her body turning, following the tunes. The drums were speeding up, getting louder, becoming the dominant instrument. She started to thrust her hips back and forth, following the increasing pace of the rhythm. Her eyes closed, she felt the heat of the jungle and her animalistic instincts. She spread her legs wide, moving her upper body up and down, her head shaking wildly. Her hands followed the inside of her legs from the ankles up, not stopping as they reached the top, touching her flesh instead. She turned, her butt now facing him, shaking it up and down. She went on her knees, quickly and forcefully moving her pelvis as if she was being fucked in the fast rhythm of the music, then rolled over, spreading her legs wide, touching herself.
The music suddenly changed to slow, sensual tunes. She now stood in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. Having been self-absorbed in her dance so far, she now wanted to tease him, arouse him. She stood behind his chair, her head next to his so he could feel her breath. Her hands moved along his upper body, unbuttoning his shirt while she was kissing his neck, gently biting and licking his ears.
His chest now exposed, she skillfully moved her leg across him as she turned and came to sit on his lap, facing him. Her eyes locked with his, she sensually moved the tip of her tongue along her lips, her hands, following the tune of the music, moving across her naked breasts. She felt his breath so close to her body. And she felt his erection. Her hands moved to the sides of his head, resting on the chair as she slowly started to rock her pelvis, rubbing his manhood with her sex. She wanted cock. She wanted his cock. She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. In her mind she could already feel the sensations of fucking.
But then the music stopped and he motioned her to get off his lap. He had a foam mattress that he now positioned in the middle of the room, asking her to lie on her belly with her legs spread wide open. “You have built up a lot of sexual energy in your pelvis. I want to spread that energy all over your body, turning your whole body into a sex organ.” He lit some candles, switched off the light and put on more earthy African tunes.
This is not what she wanted. Not now anyway, she thought as she suddenly felt his strong hand right between her legs, pressing gently against her sex. She gasps from that sudden attack, but at first the hand did not move at all. Then his fingertips, now barely touching her, started to move upwards along the crack of her bum and her whole body, all the way up along the spine while his other hand held the back of her neck. Her body jerked under a sudden electric current that shot up her spine. It was a pleasant feeling she had never sensed before. His flat hands spread the energy further down her arms and back down the sides of her body, down her legs and all the way to the feet. The second time he started off by placing his middle finger right at the entrance of her vagina. She moaned as the tip of his finger circled her wet entrance and he again moved his hand up her body – a bit firmer than the first time, inducing another electric release. The third time, he inserted not one, but two fingers all the way into her, rotating them inside her vagina for a short time before starting the move upwards, pressing harder on both sides of her spine and gently scratching with his fingernails at the same time.
As she still recovered from the resulting burst of energy, he stood up and quickly removed the rest of his clothing, turned her body over so she was now lying on her back, the legs still spread wide. He then sat down opposite her, put her legs above his and moved up close, so close that his erect penis touched her labia. “When I say ‘go’, take a deep breath in and move the energy up, following your breath” he explained as he started rubbing his erect penis along the entrance of her vagina. “Go”, he said after a minute or so, and an even stronger, blissful energy shot up her body and down her legs as he moved his hands down towards her feet. She started trembling as he slowly, very slowly split her labia with the tip of his penis, inserting just the head. His thumbs massaged her labia, before it was ‘go’ time again. She was now shaking stronger, entering a sexual trance. He now placed the tip of his penis right on her clitoris, circling around it, rubbing it, stimulating her close to, but not reaching the point of no return, before saying “go”. The energy shot into all pores of her body.
She was now ready.
Her heart was pounding. The music had stopped – there was no sound. Within just a few seconds she found herself in this position. Her head was pressing into the foam of the mattress, her body resting on her knees, her ass pointing up in the air. Her arms were stretched out underneath her body, the ankles and wrists securely fixed to a spreader bar, ensuring her genitals were totally exposed and accessible. A soft, silken scarf was tightened around her eyes, leaving her only with tactile sensations. She was breathing heavily with anticipation.
The unexpected, soft touch of the tip of a feather on her back made her gasp. Her skin has never been that sensitive. Her nerve endings lay bare. Her feet were touched next. The feather tickled her just slightly before it moved up along the inside of her calves and thighs, stopping as it got close to her sex. Just at the moment she was about to utter a sigh of disappointment, she shrieked as she felt two fingers grasp each of her nipples, squeezing them and playing with them for a little while.
The hands had barely left her breasts as she felt something very intense, soft and wet around her anus. Her body jerked. His head in position, the tongue playfully rimming her, he could remove his hands that had spread her cheeks wide apart, and stroked her along the outside of her legs while continuing to lick her opening, before moving the hands back up on the inside.
She was sobbing from the sensual overload and he let go of her for a few moments, giving her time to breathe, only to send a new shock wave all over her body, when he unexpectedly, but slowly pushed a well lubricated plug into her sensitised butt hole.
More gasping, more sobbing. He then started stroking her body with his hands gently, in predictable moves. Her body melted under the touch. His hands wandered everywhere, not leaving out a single square inch of her body, not resting nor accelerating over the sensitive bits. She experienced bliss. Her mind was filled with it. Her surrender was complete. Waves of heat and bliss shot through her body.
She barely noticed him opening the quick releases on her ankles and wrists, staying in position as he grabbed her hips and pushed his erect manhood deep inside her neglected, wet and fleshy craving cunt.
She had never uttered such a deep roar before as the walls of her fuck hole clenched around his hard cock in wild spasms, giving in to wild orgasmic waves that took control of her body, shooting sex energy up her spine and into each cell of her body. This was not a normal orgasm she would get from stimulating her clitoris. She was a full body orgasm, every pore of her body climaxed.
His hard cock being milked hard by her orgasmic contractions, he struggled but managed to redirect the sexual energy up his body, preventing ejaculation while joining her in the orgasmic bliss, moaning and grunting deep and loud. His body shaking, he moves his fucking rod in and out of her dripping cunt at steady speed, rubbing the tip of his cock against her sensitive G spot, creating new orgasmic waves with each thrust. The two merged into one, their movements were synchronised by magic. They fucked like that for what seemed an eternity, experiencing oneness and bliss.
She finally freed herself from his grasp, staring at him as if she wanted to eat him alive, wild and raw. She pushed him down onto his back and mounted him, pushing his cock into her and fucking him wildly. She grasped his throat so he couldn’t breathe for a few moments. Then she smacked his face, riding him like a maniac, groaning, clenching her cunt muscles around his cock. He only encouraged her to go even further. She felt her aggression deep inside her belly and in the muscles of her cunt, squeezing even harder. She spit in his face. She screamed out loud as she experienced ultimate orgasmic freedom, fucking herself from one orgasm to the next in seemingly never ending waves.
Then, just as quickly as it had arisen, the aggression totally disappeared and she found herself in an energetic, totally unlimited loving space, as a goddess in union with a god, experiencing the bliss of non-duality.
This is the first part of a story about internet dating, sex, lesbians, threesomes and BDSM for mature audiences only.
Karen and Tanya are a lesbian couple. Well, when I say lesbian, I should say mainly lesbian, as they do like to get the occasional kick from inviting a third person over. A person with a cock. A lucky man like myself.The two girls had contacted me on an adult dating site. Being a man with average looks in his forties, not many girls initiate contact. And the few that do are usually fakes or don’t tick my boxes. So I was very surprised and somewhat suspicious when I read their initial message. They liked what I wrote about the importance of consent in my profile and that I seemed genuine. They made it very clear that I had to play by there rules and mentioned there would be a series of challenges and rewards.
Since they live over an hour’s drive away, we agreed on having a skype session before meeting in person. I thought this was a good way to just check each other out and see if we were on the same page. A purely social chat I assumed.
I assumed wrong.
At the agreed time I saw that they had just signed in and I started the call. After just a few ring tones the connection was established and I was somewhat disappointed that it was voice only on their end. They could however see me as my camera was switched on and they greeted me friendly. Karen’s voice was assertive and deeper than Tanya’s, and she did most of the talking. After some friendly general chatting, she said it was time for my first challenge. My heart rate immediately went up as I genuinely hadn’t expected this. I was very excited to hear what was going to come next. I asked for a short break, and when I returned with a glass of red wine, I saw the challenge typed in the little chat window: “With your camera, show us close-ups of parts of your body that you think we would like to see. Use your best judgement to neither bore us nor kill the mood.”OK” I said, smiling into the camera and moving it to my hazel eyes. I then slowly moved the camera to my mouth and gently bit my lower lip before holding it to the side of my body, capturing my chest area. I heard some sounds from my speakers which I interpreted as approval and encouragement. I placed my free hand on my chest and gently stroked it before capturing a close up of the back my hand. I then turned it over and bent my little and pointer fingers, holding them with my thumb while slowly moving my middle and ring fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. A giggle from my speakers told me that the girls got the hint. I immediately stopped and placed the camera on my desk, turned over and gave them a good view of my denim covered derrière. I heard some ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’, finally turned over capturing my crotch. I placed both hands over the button and opened the flap very slowly. Hearing more encouraging sounds from the girls, my right hand grabbed my zip and began to slowly pull downwards, opening my trousers. At the same time, however, I lowered my body back onto my seat, depriving Karen and Tanya of the view of my genital area. I re-positioned the camera to show my face again, waving my jeans in front of the camera and finally dropping them on the floor. The girls applauded for a moment, then the sound suddenly stopped as they must have muted their microphone.
It took what seemed like an eternity, but probably was just a couple of minutes until the sound was back, plus a video feed showing Karen’s beautiful oval shaped face. She is a dark brunette in her early thirties and has intense blue eyes – a rare combination that I have always admired. “That was very good, Carl. we really enjoyed the show. We give it 9 out of 10”, she said with a grin. “Wow, I replied and smiled. I didn’t expect to get judged like that on my performance. But since I am, what was missing for a full 10?”. “Oh”, she said, “you stopped just a little too early. We would have liked to see your underwear, checking if you’re wearing boxers or something more tight-fitting that shows, well, the contours of your”. With a cheeky, somewhat devious smile she hesitated for a second and settled on the word ” .. manhood”. “I.. well, I” I stuttered, “probably would have done that, but I am not.. well.. wearing any”. She burst out laughing. Why is that so funny, I wondered? Also, I haven’t seen or heard Tanya since they switched on the camera, but before I had time to ask, Karen said “So”, and, after another short pause “this T-shirt is all you are wearing now?” – “Yes” was my brief and honest reply. “Take it off and you’ll get your first reward. You have deserved it”. In no time the shirt landed on the floor and I increased the size of the chat window on my screen. Well, I did want to get a good view.
And a good view I got.
Karen slowly moved her camera to the right. After a few seconds I could see Tanya, standing with her legs spread wide apart, hands behind her buttocks and a gag in her mouth. The pretty blonde, blue eyed girl with a round face, in her late twenties, was stark naked. Her breathing was fast and her sizable breasts slightly moved up and down in its rhythm. What a sight! I felt immediately aroused. But the camera abruptly went back to Karen’s face. She had closely watched my reaction, heard my gasp of excitement, seen my eyes widening, maybe even a little reddening of my face. And I bit my lower lip again, this time unconsciously. “I’m glad you enjoy seeing my little helpless sex toy, nicely exposed for your viewing pleasure” she laughed. “You never told me that you guys are into..” I started, but was immediately interrupted. “That’s right. Because I wanted to see your genuine reaction. People tell all sorts of lies about what they are into. And when you meet up and the time comes for things to heat up, all falls apart in an instant. But I could see the spark in your eye that I was looking for.
Now, please reposition your camera and show me a close up of your face. Then take your cock in your hands and, while stroking it, tell me what you want me to do with this sex obsessed little horny kitten”. We both re-arranged our cams. Karen, standing in front of Tanya, noticeably taller than her, was wearing tight black pants that accentuated the outlines of her well-formed legs and a low-cut black top, which accentuated her nicely rounded figure. She was about to put on long black gloves, but I said “Stop. I want you to scratch her body with your finger nails, gently at first, then right at the borderline between pleasure and pain.”. Karen seemed surprised, but smiled and went “I like it”. She zoomed her camera in, which was set at motion detection and automatically followed the movements of her hand, providing me with an exhaustive view of details of Tanya’s beautiful body. I continued to slowly masturbate as I watched Karen’s black polished nails digging into Tanya’s silky skin, which at times twitched, then formed goose bumps and finally reddened as Karen increased the pressure of her scratches. I heard faint squeaky moans which I’m sure came from Tanya, and some deeper ones that sounded both malicious and playful, obviously coming from Karen. I could sense the energy between the two girls and, as the camera opened up, in the gaze between them, I could see a mixture of lust, love and excitement. “Rub her clit. Now.” I almost shouted, “Go for it right away. And remove her gag”. Even though Karen didn’t seem to be used to obey to orders, she did exactly what I suggested. Tanya’s eyes opened wide and she let out a high-pitched scream when Karen so suddenly invaded Tanya’s most sensitive spot, rubbing it faster and harder than I expected.
My cock was rock hard. I held my balls in my left hand, at times gently stretching or scratching the skin of my scrotum as my right hand massaged the shaft. Then I placed my thumb and two fingers on my foreskin and let it slide up and down the tip. Breathing fast, I was letting out sounds of arousal, uttering deep moans and grunts. Fully absorbing the experience, my face was unashamedly expressing my lust.
“Stop” I demanded and asked for Tanya to bend forward, her face resting on a desk. Karen placed the camera behind her, giving me a perfect view of Tanya’s bum and pussy. A spreader bar between her legs ensured unobstructed view of her engorged inner and outer labiae, the whole area was neatly shaven. “She needs a butt plug” Karen said and I nodded in agreement. Tanya seemed to object, but, her arms being tied behind her ass and her feet attached to a steel bar meant that she had little say in this. Karen thoroughly lubed up a small to medium-sized black plug and took her time to insert it into Tanya, who, surrendering to the inevitable, eventually managed to relax her muscles and receive its full length until only a little black handle protruded.
“Now” I said, “I just want to watch you do your magic. Scratch her, slap her, spank her, rub her clitoris, finger fuck her, pull her hair, squeeze her nipples, kiss her tenderly and spit into her face. Play with her expectations, with her reactions – tease the hell out of her. I want to hear and see her lust. Make her cum”. I don’t know if Karen even heard what I had said, but she did exactly what I wanted her to. It was a play of energy like no other as Karen made Tanya dive deep into her special space. Hard spanking was followed by tender kisses, scratches on the skin were immediately tenderly licked. Hard finger fucking was accompanied by hair pulling, clit licking by pushing and pulling the butt plug.
Moaning, at times screaming or uttering random sounds, Tanya became completely submerged into her lust. Her skin reddened around her chest, her breathing became irregular and her legs were shaking until, as Karen was simultaneously rubbing Tanya’s clitoris and finger fucking her, an earth-shattering lustful scream, accompanied by wild convulsions of her whole body and the release of spurts of liquid from Tanya’s pussy signaled her massive orgasm. Watching and hearing it, I too completely let go and screamed in my deepest voice as I felt a massive surge finding its way from my tense balls along the shaft of my cock into the open, releasing a stream of sticky, warm cum, squirting all the way up to my chest and face.
For a moment, I was gone. Then it was quiet, my legs were shaking and I could only hear Tanya’ s faint wailing from my speakers. Karen carefully and lovingly released her partner from her constraints, removed the plug, wrapped her in a robe and placed her on their couch like a precious fragile vase.
Then she came back to the camera and said to me “She needs her time now”, and, after a brief pause, “We are looking forward to meeting you in person soon”. I nodded quietly as the video stream stopped and went to the bathroom to clean up.
This is a sequel to my story “The Bareback Fuck Club”
After our initiation at the Bareback Fuck Club, our sex life has become so incredibly rich that we radiated such a joy in our daily lives that it was noticed by our friends and family. We would have loved to share what we’ve learnt, but only dared to talk openly to one other couple. “We are just very much in love” was the standard answer we gave our other friends, sometimes with a little wink – but that was about it. The main change that occurred since we had been at the club was that we fully accepted our own and each others desires without feeling inhibited in any way. We also talked about our dark sides, desires and turn-ons that are not accepted in society, violent or shameful – and yet resided in our minds and dreams. We were not to live out those fantasies, but talking about them to an open and non-judgemental ear further increased the level of intimacy we shared. Sex with others was strictly limited to our visits at the club. This was our rule. Another rule was that when one of us feels a desire for sex, he or she had to let the other know as openly as possible in the given situation, even – or especially – when we were in public places. When we introduced this rule, I had no idea how wild Marta really was. At many many occasions we were sitting in a public place and my lap happened to be covered one way or other, she would unexpectedly slide her hand up along the inside of my thighs and feel my cock grow as she gently grabbed and stroked it. She was incredibly skilled in unzipping me and setting my manhood free without moving the rest of her body which would give it away. The table cloth in a restaurant was often the only thing between my erect penis and the view of dozens of patrons. I loved waiting for food, pretending to have an innocent discussion with my partner. Of course I couldn’t explode under those circumstances and Marta loved keeping me on the edge. Once, we were watching a movie in an almost empty house, I had an accident. I had to cover up my orgasmic sounds with some very weird coughing which caused several heads in the theatre disapprovably turn into our direction. Marta left her hand for a few minutes, and then withdraw it. She started to playfully lick every finger of her hand clean. In the light from the projector I could see the sticky substance stretch from her tongue to the tip of her finger. I only hope that no one else could see this.
Marta never wore underwear when we went for walks in the nature. We loved those strolls in the nearby national park. Unfortunately we live in the city and the park is very popular, so we can’t just disappear in the bushes. However, I often sit down against the trunk of a tree with Marta in front of me, her back resting on my chest. Our backpack covering the view, my fingers would roam freely while we watched people pass by and whispering my dirty thoughts into each other’s ear. We got heaps of practice controlling our orgasms by playing in public. We learnt to spread the sexual energy throughout the body rather than focussing on that one spot. It gave us a heightened energetic state. In the bedroom, we further explored this by massaging each other (using loads of oil) and, after stimulating the genitals, directing the flow of energy to the heart using upward strokes and focussing on the breath. One Friday night, we received an email from the Bareback Fuck Club, titled ‘Are you ready for the 48 hr challenge?’ We were very busy that night and only had to glance over it before replying with our application, which was very brief as this invitation was only sent to the regulars. Sunday night we learnt that we were accepted. The email said that before the actual challenge begins Friday night, we both had to avoid any form of sexual stimulation. No fucking, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing for the rest of the working week! We even had so sleep in separate beds. Well, we had signed up for it (maybe we should have read the first email more thoroughly), so we obliged. We had had some form of sexual contact every day of our life for the last years, so it wasn’t easy. Especially on Thursday, when we were further instructed to spend the evening at home – fully naked. We tried to watch a movie, but our thoughts were somewhere else. Then, Friday night came and we were both excited to see what was to happen next. When we arrived at the club, we were greeted with cheers. Another detail we had overlooked in the original email was that this challenge was taken by one couple only – and the rest of the club will ‘assist’ in its execution.
Marta was lead away by the dozen or so men in the club, while I was guided to another room by 12 pairs of female arms and hands. Still fully clothed, I was made sit on an armchair. Hands guided my wrists and ankles when I suddenly heard clicking sounds and found myself trapped in cuffs. I really should have read the fine print I thought. The girls then lifted the chair and carried me right in front of a shining steel pole – and the music started. The girls had disappeared out of sight behind me and the lights went off. Then I heard the sound of stilettos amidst the rhythm of the song and a spot light focussed on a terrific blonde dressed in a school girl uniform – one that looked real. I was raised in a country where we never had school uniforms, so I never really understood that fantasy. But that stark contrast between the innocence of a young girl expressed by her clothes and the matured sexuality expressed by her moves grabbed my attention. Even more so at the moment when her gaze was fixed on my eyes and she lifted her skirt, exposing a fully shaven vulva and beautiful fleshy labia – again a mixture of child-like and mature appearance. Her dance was the awakening of sexuality, lust and desire. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she stripped off her clothes to show the full blossoming of her sexual being. As she was fully naked, the music changed to a very sensual, slow tune. She looked at me, and one small step after another, came closer to my chair. She slowly climbed on the arm rests, her face gently touching mine. Her full breasts stroke against my chest, then moved up against my face until it was buried in her softness. She stayed for a little while, before she dismounted and immediately got back on the chair, this time facing the other direction and fully exposing herself to me. Someone whispered ‘no touching or licking’ before she got so close to my face that I could breathe in her scent. I took in a lot of air, very slowly. At the same time I started feeling hands move all over my body – well, except for the area that was craving touch the most. The music stopped for a while as I drifted away in this sensual paradise. The lights went off again and my wrists were freed – many hands took off my shirt and quickly tied me up again. The same happened with my ankles and I was now sitting in the chair naked, my penis standing up in full arousal. Next, I was witnessing two bisexual girls (none of the performers were professionals, I knew most of them from the club) quickly undressing, kissing and making out. This was real – I’ve seen them before enjoying each other’s company. They brought in a number of toys – a double dildo and some vibrators and the girls made themselves comfortable on the floor. Then, as the show got really hot, the lights went out. What the f… The girls continued and I could hear very clearly every little moan, every kiss or slap. I listened to the dildo moving back and forth between them – then a vibrator and finally two. Their moans increased in intensity until they both screamed out their orgasms. That very moment, I suddenly felt the warm and wet sensation of lips and a tongue around the exposed tip of my erect organ. It only lasted seconds, not enough to make me release my sexual fluids, but enough to trigger bursts of energy firing up along my spine and all over my body. Many pairs of female hands helped spread that energy all over my body as I experienced this blissful state. I was freed from my chair and lead to a bed, where my wrists and ankles were attached towards the corners, leaving me in a vulnerable position and unable to create physical stimulation. I was left alone for a while, giving me time trying to remember as much as I could from the email that started all this. The challenge was to be guided through a process where sexual energy is increased to its maximum potential. There will be phases of arousal and relaxation and avoidance of over-stimulation by switching between the senses and areas. I was about to doze off when the door opened and 5 couples entered. The upper part of my bed was lifted, but otherwise nobody cared about me while I was watching them indulge in their various exciting scenarios of group sex. I knew the girls, and had I knew what it felt like having sex with them. Just seeing them in their indulgence brought back many fond memories of fucking, being fucked and states of incredible sexual bliss. After quite a long time and a number of wild orgasms, the couples left the room and my bed was lowered. I was told that it was sleep time now and two of the youngest girls of the club entered the room, both nineteen years old. They loosened the straps which held the cuffs around my wrists and ankles so that I could move a bit – I was still unable to pleasure myself though – and cuddled up at both sides of me. The blonde to my right was quite voluptuous, her breast resting on my chest. The short brunette girl on my left side wrapped her thighs around mine and gently stroke my body. It took ages for me to fall asleep, long after the girls, who had been very active during the orgy sex and must have been tired. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but I was later told that while I was sleeping, they played back the moaning sounds that were recorded earlier that night. I woke up to the feeling of a very tight pussy sliding down my morning glory. As soon as I tried to intensify the sensation by moving my body I felt the cuffs being tightened again, preventing me from any attempts of thrusting. The blonde (Mary by name) remained seated on me in the reverse cowgirl position without any movement except for a milking sensation she was able to apply, demonstrating an incredible control over her vaginal muscles. It was just enough sensation to bring me close to the edge again. She stopped all movements as her brunette companion Jade positioned herself above my face, starting to masturbate wildly, just centimetres in front of my eyes. Her juices were flowing freely, dripping on my face. She penetrated herself with her fingers, rubbed and, at times, spanked her clitoris, groaning and moaning louder and louder as she built up speed. My cock was stuck as if frozen in Mary’s tight cunt, keen to explode and release its tension, but skilfully controlled by of that beautiful girl. Jade was clearly approaching orgasm and Jade commanded me to open my mouth, just as the sweet tasting orgasmic fluids started gushing. I eagerly took it all in and my tongue was trying to get a direct sensation of the source, but I wasn’t able to move my head far enough to reach it.
It was time to use the toilet and have a shower – so the girls freed my arms and legs from the bed. They were replaced by a spread bar that separated my legs and I was handcuffed behind my back. During the moments I was free from any ties I had an immense urge to grab one of the girls. throw her on the bed, spreading her legs open and pounding her with my cock that felt stronger and harder than ever before. I knew that I would have been kicked out of the club immediately and that thought prevented me from executing that plan. The girls helped me with the shower, making sure that my body was thoroughly lathered and cleaned, with an emphasis on the groin area. Towards the end of the shower I was lowered on my knees and made bend forward so that they could thoroughly soap and clean my anus, giving me unfamiliar yet very pleasurable sensations. I was lead back to the room I had slept in and was tied to the chair again. The lights went off and I was given breakfast. My sense of taste was heightened by the lack of sound, light and touch. The fruit tasted very sweet, the finger food was a divine mixture of meaty and vegetarian dishes with unfamiliar spices. The drink was an ambrosia made from freshly squeezed tropical fruits. It took a really long time until I finished. “Time for a workout” I was told and they led me to a room where they must have put some hired equipment. I’m not going into the details of the machines I was put on, but I can say that I really enjoyed to be free to move. Of course there was supervision, I was completely naked, but any attempt by me to stimulate myself was doomed to fail. What made the gym workout stand out however was the big screen I could watch from every angle of the room which showed some of the most extreme footage from orgies that had been staged in the club, mixed with the earthy tune of African drums. The exercises were timed in such a manner that at the end of each workout, when my pulse and breath was the fastest, the movie would show the close up of an intense ejaculation, accompanied by loud grunts and groans, and eagerly accepted by the mouths of horny women. I don’t know how long I was working out and have lost any sense of time. But I was totally exhausted and had lost a significant amount of liquid through sweating, the smell of which filled the room. After another shower I was allowed a nap (this time I was alone). When I was woken up, I was surprised to be guided to the shower again. I was then lead back to my room, the spreader bar separating my legs, got down on my knees with my body leaning forward. My head was resting on a cushion and my hands were tied behind my back. The lights went out again and I heard a few steps behind me. Seconds later I felt the warm and wet feeling of a tongue caressing my anal opening, an area with a very high density of nerve endings. I was surprised how many different techniques there were, and each tongue felt different. After succumbing to the intense pleasure of these sensations I was tied to the bed again. For several hours, girls took turns fucking me. too slow for me to cum, but exerting enough friction for me to stay hard. I had completely lost the sense of time and I can’t remember the sequence in which the elements of ‘the challenge’ were repeated over the next day or so, but I do recollect the last hours before the finale. I was tied to the bed, it was dark and girls kept touching me, sliding their breasts over my chest, rubbing their genitals against my thighs, burying my face in their tits, but leaving my hard and proud cock completely untouched. It felt as if my genitals had doubled in size. Loud, earthy music was playing and my mind entered its most carnal sexual centre. I had the vision of my penis as an erupting volcano, emitting unlimited amounts of semen from the depth of the earth into the sky, then raining down and covering the earth. More drums, the music intensifying I entered a trance like state as I was lead into the main orgy room, still in shackles.
In the middle, Marta was lying on her back, her legs spread apart. Men were touching her, focussing on her breasts and nipples, then stroking up her thighs, but avoiding the most sensitive areas as they moved upwards. She was uttering sounds of pleasure and lust and her body was mildly shaking. She was craving cock. I too was desperate for sexual relief. I had to give it to her. I roared and had to be held back by my shackles. She recognised my voice and shouted “FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!” My cock was hard as steel and I was ready to violently claim that woman, filling her craving cunt with my merciless rod, hammering, pounding both of us senseless. I was finally freed from my ties and I ran towards her. But then something amazing happened. Centimetres from her, I suddenly felt totally calm, yet energised in a way I had never experienced before – and she was the same. I entered her calmly and slowly and we totally melted. The world stopped and we were gone – no words can describe this state. After a while (I had lost all notion of time) we were re-animated by jolts of electricity running through our bodies and we started fucking and screaming. I trusted, deep and hard. Marta clenched her cunt muscle around my fuck piston. Like an overheating steam boiler, the noise increased and we both started to shake and totally lose control, we were wild spasms and screams. Finally, the inevitable explosion happened. I squirted and squirted my load inside her. Towards the end, a girl stuck a helping, well lubed finger up my arse that stimulated my prostate and made sure that nothing was held back. The spasms got more gentle and finally stopped. We had to be carried to lie down after we were finished. Then, as if in honour of our performance, the guys formed a line in front of Marta and the girls were lining up in front of me. One by one, they approached us, said “Thank you”, and masturbated to orgasm for us to watch. Marta was getting covered in cum. And I was drenched by the fluids of our squirters. When everybody was done, Marta and I kissed and hugged, wet and sticky as we were.
It came as a surprise to everyone when one day “The vaccine” was announced which effectively took away all fears surrounding STDs. Within weeks of it becoming available, the new freedom was celebrated in a new form of gatherings that popped up all around the Western world.
The group my partner and I got involved with appropriately called itself the “Bareback Fuck Club”.
A friend had told us about it and we were very curious and wanted to try it out.
We phoned them and they explained everything to us. We thought that probably we won’t be accepted (they were known to have a strict vetting process) and we’d have to find something else to do that night, but we were on the guest list as initiates. The weekend came and we were both terribly nervous as we arrived at the club’s door. Some deep breaths, ringing the door bell, and a warm and friendly lady dressed in a dark yet slightly transparent silky robe opened the door. “You must be Paul and Marta, right? My name is Chantalle. Come straight in.” I was sure she wore nothing underneath and as I checked her figure while we walked behind her I felt slightly aroused. She checked the paperwork from our doctors and asked us to sign a copy of the rules of the house. “Thank you. You will now be presented to the group who will then make a decision about your membership. You understand that it has to be unanimous to be successful. Please follow me”. She took of her robe.
This obviously is not a normal Swingers club where you have a nice chat with other couples and then decide if you want to take things further. It was not about socialising, making friends or gently warming up to new sexual partners. It was about fucking strangers. Anticipation was the only foreplay. There were no doubts. This place was about lust, how to create it, how to indulge in it and how to let go of anything that may be in its way. It was a place to smash inhibitions and to expand and explore, to bring forth what has been hidden by our upbringing. It was a safe place too with security watching over what happened.
Everybody knew what he or she was agreeing to: 1. There is no bdsm play in this club (there are other clubs that cater for this) 2. There is no male to male sexual activity. 3. Being in the play area means that you give consent to all members of the opposite sex to initiate and perform sexual acts with you – with the exception of anal sex (which requires asking for permission). 4. Female to female sexual is ok, but requires asking for permission.
In short, this is a place to fuck and to be fucked, to reduce oneself to one’s sexual function. Men are encouraged keep some juice till the end of the night and pills are available to help as well..
We did not know how the vetting process works. Were we to be judged by our looks, by our performance? Would we be sent to a stage to perform sex with each other while everybody watches? Chantalle lead us to two doors and made it clear that we would be separated. Marta and I shared a last glimpse that expressed both fear and excitement. I entered the room and the door closed behind me. There were nine completely naked women, aged from 18 to 45 I guess, in the room looking at me. Some of them teasingly opened their legs for me to look at them. I wanted to say something, but the girl standing closest to me, a very tall brunette with big breasts put her index finger over my lips. She then looked deep into my fearful eyes, obviously enjoying her power over me. She moved straight in front of me, slowly and seductively wetting her lips with her tongue from side to side while opening my belt and trousers. It was like in a porn movie. But it was real. Her breath close to my mouth, her nipples touching my chest, her hand grabbing my cock – it all was happening. Three of the other girls had assembled around me and within seconds all my clothing was removed, I was laid on the floor, my legs spread wide, and the brunette’s mouth was sucking my erection while a tiny Asian girl pushed her pussy in my face and two other girls moved my hands along their privates. The remaining girls were standing around in a circle, some masturbating, some kissing each other or touching my body. I didn’t know their names, I didn’t know anything about them. I knew that the Asian girl’s pussy excreted sweet juices. I knew that the brunette really knew how to suck cock. I felt moisture developing around the fingers of both my hands. What counted was arousal. Without being able to see anything beyond a neatly shaven pigmented Venus mound, I noticed the sensation on my cock change to that familiar tight embrace that only the most intimate part of the female anatomy can provide. Since I entered that room I had not formed any thoughts. I was completely taken. No time to doubt, no time to think about my relationship, no time to hesitate. I was in it. My cock was in a hot and moist pussy that wanted to be fucked. Bareback and wet. My tongue, my hands, my whole body was fucking. It was pure bliss and sensual overload. Hips rocking all over and around my body. Sexual moans filled the air. My sense of time, space and self totally faded away in full surrender to my lowest carnal desires, raw, bare, wet thrusts of sexual pleasure. I was my cock. I was pushing, penetrating, arousing. I was smelling, tasting, hearing and feeling sex with every receptor of each of my senses.
Then, as my moans indicated that my arousal reached the point of no return, as unexpected as it all had started, the girls disappeared. I was left alone, lying on the floor. The big TV at the end of the room which I hadn’t noticed so far, came on. It showed what was happening in the other room. There was Marta, down on her knees. I couldn’t read the expression on her face. But she didn’t resist when tall, black athletic guy approached her from behind. She looked into his face as she looked back and spread her legs to make it easier for him to enter her. His cock was huge and she screamed of pleasure as it slowly disappeared inside her. Another man’s hand was playing with her, moving a finger over the clitoris. A third guy moved his cock to her mouth, and she greedily accepted it. I had never heard her make sounds like this. I could see that she wanted it, she wanted to bathe in the sea of raw masculine sexual energy. The guys took turns fucking her, squeezing her breasts and nipples, playing with her clit and sticking their cock in her mouth. Her body was shaking more and more until it pulsated in orgasmic bliss. They slowed down a bit, but they kept going fucking her. A very young, athletic guy was particularly energetic as he rammed his manhood deep inside her. Both their bodies were shaking, they shouted and as he pulled out a few moments later, a trail of sticky cum ran down her inner thighs. The guy whose cock was in her mouth pulled out and squirted his load over her back. She was in a frenzy. She wanted more – and more she got. Seeing her like turned me on like hell. Yes, I wanted to be there and be part of it and yes, I wanted to fuck her and release my cum deep inside her. But there was something very special in just witnessing her in her raw unrestrained lust. I didn’t feel jealous and I masturbated as I kept watching the screen, watching her uncontrolled body spasms as one guy after the other blew his load one way or other.
A few moments later the door opened and there she was. Two girls had to guide her into the room, but left immediately. She was still shaking and looked exhausted and confused and probably scared that what she did and/or what I did would ruin our relationship. She just wanted me to hold her tight and that’s what I did. There was sperm running down the inside of her legs and her breasts and back. Drops of cum were in her hair and on her face. A woman cannot look any sluttier that that. But to me she looked like a goddess. Seeing and smelling her like that made me feel hornier than I ever was in my life. But I knew that she was totally spent. She also was aware that I was in a different space and she felt how aroused I was. After a few moments she said “I want you to fuck the girls, all of them. And I just want to sit back and watch you. I want to look into your eyes as you fuck them. I want to see your joy”.
As if on queue, the door opened and the Asian girl was asking if we need anything. Marta whispered in her ear, and she briefly left. With a smile on her face, she came back into the room. I was horny and I was quite rough with her, which she seemed to like. I pushed her on the floor, on her knees, entering her immediately, very slowly, but deeply. She was a tiny girl and her juicy pussy flesh was tight around my shaft. She loved to feel my strength, my unrestrained desire. I felt like a cave man, raw, sexual, animalistic. This was all carnal desire, unequivocal, deep and dark and loud. I was a beast, my eyes locked with Marta. She was shocked to see me like this. And deeply in love with me – which I felt as my thrusts into the Asian’s girl got faster, harder and deeper until both our screams became louder and louder and she pulsated herself into the heaven of pure orgasmic bliss. I only just managed not to cum. She smiled and left the room and, one by one, all the other girls came inside so I could fuck them for a little while. There was that barely legal blonde teenager who turned out to be a squirter, the black lady who made incredible noises, the red haired lady who whispered incredible things into my ears, the chubby girl who masturbated herself to orgasm while sucking my cock. And some more. They all had a smile on their face, had not the slightest inhibitions. Some were very tight, some were very wet. It was such a new experience to feel one woman after the other. It was all pure lust, and yet the energy of each one felt very different from all the others. With her eyes, Marta gave me full permission to do whatever I wanted with these girls. It felt like she was encouraging me to dive ever deeper into the experience. I got to a place where time didn’t exist. There was a moment of fucking followed by another moment of fucking which seemed unrelated to the moment before or after. I felt the female flesh at its core. And I penetrated it deeply again and again with my unrestrained desire. They craved for my manhood, they wanted to feel me deep inside them, penetrating them, taking them. The last girl was a dark blonde Slavic stunner. Marta smiled when she saw her. I think she was attracted to her. She said that I have to give her all I’ve got and that she wanted me to fuck her and then squirt into her pussy. Marta didn’t use to talk dirty, so hearing her say those words turned me on even more. I the blonde from behind and as she lowered her head I must have hit her G spot with the tip of my cock as she uttered a very distinct sound of pleasure. With every thrust I made sure to hit that spot inside her, and it didn’t take long until I felt her muscles tighten around my girth. We fucked like that for some time. Then Marta stood up and placed herself behind me. As that Slavic hottie approached orgasm, Marta pushed my pelvis deep inside her, fast and rough, again and again. Taken by surprise, I went totally blank as I squirted my load into the orgasmic convulsions of that beautiful girl.
Marta and I were left alone in the room and, without saying a word we lay down. We must have slept for an hour when the sounds of wild sex from the other room woke us up. We had a thorough shower and went into the big room where the orgy was taking place. Chantalle, who was busy pleasuring a cock with her mouth, saw us and, directing the man to another girl’s orifice that has just become available, stood up to talk to us. “Congratulations. You have shown no signs of jealousy and both had sexual intercourse with all the members of the club and they all agreed that you should be part of our little club. Would you like to join in?” She pointed at the moaning pile of intertwined bodies behind her. We both gently shook our heads, embraced each other and shared a long, gentle kiss, watching Chantalle disappear back into the sea of bodies. It was an amazing experience to witness how that group of people turned into a single organism, connected by their genitals, their sounds and their lust.
Marta and I left the club early, missing the end where all the men are made to ejaculate into greedy mouths, vaginas and anuses. Back at home, we had the most gentle and sweet sex we’ve ever experienced. We deeply understood our desires and the experience at the club strengthened our relationship. Every month we would come back and spend a few hours fucking in a group of strangers. Even though we met them regularly, we never really got to know them. And that was good.
Watching her suck tiny cocks, help them pleasure her orally if they need education, fuck them in various positions. Her arousal is genuine. She loves giving pleasure to strangers, is addicted to the unknown, the raw lust, the throbbing cocks and orgasmic screams especially of men who look timid and shy. She feels fulfilled when she gets filled.
I’m quick at the door and she’s still fixing the collar around the neck. Today it reads ‘slut’ in shiny golden letters. She enters, her eyes directed downwards and my hand grabs her cunt as I close the door. Her tight, black dress had barely hidden it and fresh air is her favourite underwear. My middle finger runs up and down her slit and she moans as she bends forward, spreading her legs a little to give me better access. Soon I sense a build up of moisture that allows my finger to dig in deeper between her lips and, finally enter her. Her body quivers as I thrust into her a few times before I turn her over and push her head towards the floor, pulling up her dress. I admire the sparkling little jewels that adorn the end of her butt plug as I unzip. In a single, swift motion, I push my hard cock deep into her, which makes her scream. Instead of withdrawing for the next thrust, I stay and grab her long hair with my left hand and pull it towards me. The right takes a little, yet powerful bullet vibrator out of my pocket and switches it on right as I press it against her clit, taking her by surprise. I struggle to hold grip of her hair as she yelps and her body jolts, each spasm tightening the muscles around my cock and sending waves of bliss up my spine. Some deep grunts escape my mouth while my arms and hands fight to control her. Eventually, she relaxes a little, as if to invite me to press the vibrator against her again. She screams once more, but it sounds more like a loud moan now that she has adjusted to the sensation. As she succumbs to it, I manage to thrust into her despite the tightness of the passage due to the anal plug and her ongoing convulsions. Her screams take the rhythm of my thrusts, but soon her now dripping cunt tightens up even more, preventing my movements inside her. This however only lasts seconds before she has a loud, massive orgasmic release. Her convulsions are milking my cock, which starts twitching and soon squirting a hot and sticky load of fresh cum deep into her, accompanied by my own screams.
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