Jazmin – Guess Girl – Chapter 7

Any man that hasn’t mastered the art of pleasing a women in this way should be ashamed and get some schooling. Because giving quality oral sex to a woman is paramount to being in a relationship with her.

“I kind of like being blindfolded, Charles. It adds to the excitement. I feel bad but I trust you. This is a new feeling for me.”

“You’re safe Jazmin. We’re almost home.”

I love this crazy sex project. What once started as a sexual blackmail/extortion plot has transformed into a sweet virgin extraction program. I have nothing to worry about. I’m good at gently relieving girls of their virginities, but this is simply an oral pleasuring session and I’m the king of that. My girlfriend Cherie adores my oral offerings and I’ve practiced my entire life to become a pro at pleasuring the ladies down under.

Any man that hasn’t mastered the art of pleasing a women in this way should be ashamed and get some schooling. Because giving quality oral sex to a woman is paramount to being in a relationship with her.

You have to be able to do it and do it well.

Come on guys. Learn that shit and do it. I’ll blog lessons if you don’t get it.

My girlfriend is 28 and I know how to light her candle. I’ve been able to do this since I was 16. Figure it out. Do research. Understand all of the parts of your girl’s sex. It’s not that hard. It’s all about enthusiasm, education and desire.

Just kiss her deeply there and be passionate about her special private place and you’ll be fine. Listen to her. If she’s moaning. You’re doing it right. Don’t speed up or slow down. What you’re doing is working, and just stay with her. You’re almost there and just be consistent with her sexually. Women like that in sex and life with their men.

I’m here in this odd situation with this beautiful confused lady. As odd as this situation is, I’ve been in so many that have been insane compared to this one.

 

All this girl wants is to feel something, and she is scared to death.

 

She saw an opportunity to take something and then when it came to collect she was almost too terrified to redeem her bounty. I’m feeding off this energy now and see that I have a lovely woman blindfolded in a sun bed and begging for satisfaction.

Jazmin feels safe but is still frightened of the stage she’s set for herself. I was terrified at the onset of this transaction but now I am empowered by the idea of what Jazmin has proposed and ready to go.

“Are you there?”

“Yes. Are you ready Jasmine?”

I’m going to remove the towel.”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Charles.”

I hate how Jazmin keeps using my name because it implicates me in this magnificent deed.

I drop to my knees before her. I slowly remove the yellow towel from Jazmin’s crotch.

I hear her breath hiss from fear at her reveal.

I drop the towel to the floor. I look upon her for the first time.

Jazmin is my favorite naked girl from the 70’s. Her vulva is covered in black, crisp curls that are absolutely exquisite. It’s not even that curly, it’s a lovely tangle of magical raven strands that scream sex to me. I catch a whiff of a slight musky scent. It’s lovely, unique and exotic. Her plump rose colored vulva beneath it calls to be kissed.

I come from an age when women had hair on their bodies below their eyebrows.

Her pubis is perfect to me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t look like girls of today.”

“Jaz… You’re perfect.”

I kissed her sleek caramel thighs and loved being with her. I lingered on each leg for myself but to prolong her agony. I teased her pussy as much as I could before I actually began to stimulate her. The moment my lips made contact with her vulva, Jazmin sucked in her breath. I licked her inner labia and ran my tongue along the sides of them and over the hood of her already distended clitoris. Her labia minora were grey in color and then became a bright pink further inside her vagina, much like my girlfriend Cherie’s. I sucked on her inner labia and licked them simultaneously. I licked up and down her now sopping slit and dipped my writhing tongue inside her sweet vagina. I loved the feeling of burrowing through her lovely bushy nest of pubic hair.

Jazmin is moaning and her sighs are music to my ears. I run my fingers gently through her luxurious black bush, and start sucking on her rather large clitoris. I flick it with my tongue to bring forth her very first orgasm. Just a nice steady rhythm.

“Oh…….Oh….Oh my……Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Jazmin’s body shudders with ecstasy as the waves of pleasure wash over her beautiful body. She clasps my head between her supple thighs and I just keep my tongue busy on her pink parts. Jazmin squealed with delight. When she came I was sprayed in the face and mouth with her slippery juice.

She slumped backward onto the sunbed in exhaustion. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her ripe mouth pouting in short breaths.

 

I then returned the hand towel to cover her.

 

“Oh my….. That felt wonderful! I’ve never felt that magical feeling, ever!”

 

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Jazmin.”

 

She pulled the blindfold from her lovely visage.

She clutched the towel blinking her eyes with a grin on her face and a new twinkle in her eye. “Is that what that was? It was an incredible feeling! Wait… Did I pee on you?”

“No! You’re what’s called a squirter. Apparently when you experience an orgasm a small amount of liquid is ejected from your urethrea.”

“I felt something happen. Is that normal?”

“Perfectly normal. I’m going to let you get dressed. You did great, Jaz.”

“Oh my god…. that felt Soooo Gooood!

“Unless you need a cuddle, I’ll let you gather yourself.”

 

I smiled and left the room, closing the door behind me.

 

For a moment, I almost imperceptibly saw a slight look of abandonment on her face.

 

 

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Kita – Chapter 50 – Double Dip – Part 3

“STOP! This post is NSFW! Continue at your own risk.”

You’ve been warned.

I’ve been reluctant to release what transpired between Kita and myself. We’ve come so far on this odd journey and I never expected this outcome in a million years at my age.

But the blog isn’t going to write itself and I pride myself in telling the raw truth about the experiences in my life. I appreciate you taking the time to read my blog and follow this long series. I’m eager to see where this will all go from here.

We’ve been closed for twenty minutes and now I have to go through the whole spray tanning tutorial with this little doll. I don’t mind because I like her.

We walk back to the room and she’s looking adorable in the little robe. I can tell she’s more drunk now but giggly and having fun with her night here at the salon.

We go back to room eight and I have to explain to Kita how to do the spray tanner.

Room 8. The Versaspa.

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She’s standing in front of me in the tiny robe and I have to show her the poses that she has to do in the booth to make it work.

“Okay, what do I have to do?”

She’s standing in front of me in a closed salon. There is no one else but us on Earth in Philly right now.

I have to serve my client.

I start to show her the poses she has to do in the booth as the recorded lady’s voice commands her.

I tell her that the key to a great spray tan is “Follow directions.”

She giggles, and as she follows me in the poses (Vogueing dance)

In that moment the robe gave away and opened. (Or, Kita let it open…)

She spreads her arms apart and the robe opened and her breasts popped out. Her dark brown nipples are angry to see me, and the little trim swatch of hair above the plump cleft between her legs looks happy to see me.

At least that was my take on this sudden awkward nudity between me and a client/friend.

My mind races back to the events of the previous week, where I ravished her in the gym. I’m sure she’s thinking about the same event. My heart is pounding and I can feel my cheeks flush with excitement.

“Oops! Sorry! (Clutches the robe shut) You like my legs?” (posing)

“Yes”

“You’re always mentioning how great my legs are.”

For some weird reason I’m remembering rule number 3 here at the salon. (You’re available… but not available)

“You really think I’m pretty?”

“Yes, Kita.”

“I think I’m fat and ugly, and Steve doesn’t want me because of that.”

“I… I think you’re beautiful, Kita.”

“Fuck you. I see the way you look at me.” (She’s never cursed in front of me before)

“I have to admit I love women’s legs. I’m a leg man. You’re legs are exquisite, Kita ”

“Why?”

“They’re perfect. Everything on you is perfectly proportioned. Thighs firm and lean, lovely knees and amazing dramatic calves and lean ankles. That’s all it takes.

“You’re a leg man? I’ve never heard of that. So instead of tits and ass you like girls because of their legs?”

(Drunk repetitiveness)

“That’s it.”

Kita bent her leg forward and marked a pose. “Do you want to kiss my leg? If you love my legs so much you’ll do it.”

I can’t believe my good fortune. My heart is pounding. I say nothing and obey. I knelt before my little queen. My left hand gently reached behind and held her thigh and my right hand grasped her calf. I am honored to be here today. This shouldn’t be happening. My left hand slides down the back of her thigh and I can feel the two connecting hamstring tendons behind her knee. It’s warmer there than the rest of Kita’s leg.

I place the kiss on her patella knowing my hands have already stolen so much more from this young woman I adore. I kiss along her thighs and I am in heaven. Her caramel skin is so soft and smells straight from the bath fresh.

She steps away from me and I think she wants me to stop.

There’s a small vanity across from the spray booth room.

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She backs into it and hops up on top of the counter. The robe opens again and she spreads her legs.

“Do you want to kiss me down there again? I can’t stop thinking about what we did… I know you want to.”

Without a word I simply got down on my knees and went down her like a starving wolf. That sweet incision with that small brush of hair upon her mons venus.

Kita’s moans echoed through the empty salon. Sounds never heard before in this place of business until a week ago. Kita wriggled around my swirling tongue. Her moans became high-pitched squeals and she shuddered and pushed my face from her sopping vulva.

I looked up her smiling face.

“Fuck me.” She commanded. Her dark, almond eyes twinkling with drunken lust.

I quickly lost my shoes and pants. Ready to go like a Saturn 5 rocket, I slowly ease into her sex. She gasps as I begin to move inside her. Kita wraps her lovely legs around me. She extends her slender arms out and holds me behind my neck.

“Fuck me hard. Hurt me.”

Within minutes we are bucking on each other like rutting dogs. Kita is moaning and her eyes are rolling back as she shudders again and again beneath my insistent thrusting into her tight, juicy pussy. “Oh… I’m coming again!” She’s so tiny my cock can’t go all the way inside her without slamming into her cervix.

“Give it to me, daddy.”

I ram it into her as if I’m trying to fuck her back to China.

Kita is squealing and I can feel my climax beginning to roar towards my groin like a freight train coming off the tracks.

I pull out and my member springs up like a diving board. Three powerful bursts strike Kita’s face, breasts and belly. A beautiful, messy mosaic of life.

The salon swirls around me in a blur of orgasmic release.

She flops against the wall. Glistening with sweat and semen that create a lovely sheen on her tan body. Fluid runs and drips from her, splashing the counter top.

I grab one of the little yellow towels on the sink and begin to clean her up. Kita is panting and smiling. Her eyes blinking as if still trying to process what she just encountered.

It’s funny that during this entire tryst I never thought to kiss her. It wasn’t a romantic encounter. It was a transaction. A debt that needed to be paid. But I was pleased beyond words to be her creditor. (Or her mine!)

“Oh my God. You’re amazing. I really needed that, Charles.”

“The pleasure was truly all mine. You’re like a fantasy come to life my dear.”

“Thank you! she giggled, pulling the little robe around her lithe body.

 

“Ready for that spray tan?”

 

 

This has been one of the most amazing, unexpected, game changing moments in my lucky life.

 

This song says it all…

 

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Kita – Chapter 47 – Reckoning – Part 2

Reckoning: A bill or account, or its settlement.

STOP! THIS POST IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK! NSFW! DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC SEXUALLY ORIENTED LITERATURE.

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

 

So it looks like you guys have the gym going.”

“Yea. We’re getting some people in for personal training now. Do you want to check it out?”

We walk to the front of the salon and into the gym. It’s quiet even the though the city is buzzing. There is a women’s march today and it’s restaurant week.

We walk into the gym together and look out the windows that face Walnut Street. I’m actually happy to be standing next to little Kita.

“Great view, Charles.”

“It’s nice here.”

She takes my hand as we gaze over the hustle and bustle of the best shopping district in Philly.

“I’ve missed you, Charles. You’ve been such a great force in my life.”

“Thank you. I like to help people, Kita. I like you.”

“I’m sorry I never texted you and sent pictures from Florida. I suck as friend!”

“Hey. It’s okay. You were busy with friends and family. Don’t worry about me. Look… I got an extra banana today at Wawa, I must have felt something.”

For once, I really meant that in that moment. I did. Delaney be damned. I was just happy to see her again. We have a little history.

Kita continued to gaze out the window over Walnut Street. She seemed to be searching for something to say.

I sat down on one of the square box things that people are supposed to be able to jump up on if they’re in shape. To me in this moment, it’s a chair.

“When I was away in Florida…”

“What.”

I can’t…”

“What is it, Kita? You can always talk to me. I’m your tanning counselor.”

She giggled. “Thank you for that… It’s just that you’ve been so good to me.”

“Well. that’s what friends do for each other, Kita. What’s up?”

“You gave so much to me and were so sweet to me.” She continues to gaze out over Walnut Street.

“I like you, Kita. You’re a nice girl.”

“But I was down in the keys in Florida an I thought about all these shitty boys in my life and how I struggle with them.”

“Well that’s called experience and growing up, Kita. You have to kiss the frogs to eventually meet your prince.”

“I know. But I don’t know what I’m doing and I make so many mistakes.”

“That’s part of growing up Kita. We’ve all had to go through it. I know it sucks.”

“But… it seems like when I’m with you it feels like how I want it to be with boys my age and it never is.”

“Awww… it’s because guys your age don’t know what they’re doing. They’re finding their way too.”

“I know but I want them to be like you to me.”

“I’m just happy to spend what little time I have with you. I just tried to show you how it should be, Kita.

“I never realized it until now, but now I know.”

“What do you know, Kita?”

“All of the sweet things you did for me are what dating me should be like. I never realized it while it was happening, but I woke up in Florida and realized it for the first time.”

“Okay.” (Finally playing into my dark wings)

I’m sitting on the cube and Kita approaches me.

She climbs onto my lap and kisses me deeply. Her tongue is hungry and busy. It’s as if she is searching for a lost toy in my mouth.

“I’ve missed you terribly, Kita”

“I’ve missed you too, Charles. I’m sorry.”

I kiss her neck and chest. My hands find her firm breasts and squeeze. Kita is a wonderful young girl. I love how she has so much virtue but yields to me.

I’m not preying on this little innocent angel.

She comes to me.

I’ve missed kissing my love. Her mouth is sweet and minty. I grab her hair and yank it back and she moans. I kiss her neck.

“Oooh be rough with me, Charles.”

(What the fuck is going on?)

I glance over to the counter and the salon is empty. I pull her top up over her head and suck her nipples. Her breasts are full and white. For a moment I realize that Kita tans with her underwear on. That’s weird. Most girls go au natural. I like the prude in Kita and that makes her tits even more desirable. Because I feel like I’m getting something I shouldn’t even be seeing.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

I have a brown nipple in my mouth. “I think you’re lovely Kita.”

“I think I’m ugly.”

“We’re celebrating your beauty right now, honey.”

Kita grabs my hand and shoves it down her pants. I feel a slight brush of pubic hair. (I love that.) Kita has left some of her womanhood behind. I love a hairy pussy because that’s there for a reason. The porn industry is a lie. Girls need to retain their pubic hair. Kita at least has some on the top.

My hand deftly caresses her soft vulva. My middle finger curls into her vagina. Kita throws her head back and moans. I keep looking through the little window of the salon to see if anyone has come in. It’s been dead, so I’m praying no one comes in.

“Oh… Your fingers feel so good in me, Charles.”

It’s weird to hear my former favorite client emit these words.

Right now she’s my favorite Number One client.

Fuck Delaney.

Kita is BACK.

“Kiss me.”

I dig into Kita’s little mouth with my lips and tongue. It is the most passionate moment of the year. I can’t believe I’m ripping into this 21-year-old girl.

I rip off her tights. I look at the window and no one is in the salon.

I need to devour her.

She flops back onto the square like a rag doll. I pull her tights off and she spreads her delicious legs. She’s beautifully tan and her caramel thighs are firm and supple. Her pussy has a brush of hair on the top. But her plump labia are shaved. I push her thighs open wider and her vagina opens to me. Kita has a short hood over her clitoris and a pair of little labia minora that open to me as well. I gently roll her prepuce back with my thumb and lick her erect clitoris with my tongue.

I flick her stiff clit and suck and lick her delicious, salty slit.

I can’t believe this is happening!!!!

Kita gasps and squeals as I deliver her orgasm after orgasm, swabbing out her hot cunt with my mouth. Kita actually is a squirter and I accept her juice and lap it up.

I’m rock hard and want to fuck her right now but I have to be careful.

I can’t believe this is happening!!!!!!

I hear the door downstairs open and I pull my mouth way from Kita’s sweet, sopping little pussy with a wet smack.

I limp to the counter, grab a towel and wipe off my face.

I send the client to a sun bed. They have no idea what’s going on in the gym.

I return to Kita.

“Oh my god. That was amazing. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

I kiss Kita deeply and run my hand along her firm tanned thigh. I find the moist junction between her legs and caress her juicy slit again.

“I like when you touch me like that, Charles.”

I kiss her again. Her lips are sticky.

“Look… I’m confused, Charles.”

“Don’t be. You’re just living your life.”

“No. I really like Steve and I’m not over my ex but I can’t stop doing stuff with you.”

“You’re fine.”

“I should go.”

Sadly, in this moment I realized I may have groomed this confused girl into sex with me and left her to figure out real world relationships.

 

Things could always be worse.

 

Am I worse?

 

 

A Unique Gift – Chapter 8

It had been a week since Jack had received the magical collar from his grandfather and so far he had only used it on his teacher Miss Jameson. He had been waiting to see if there were any consequences to his actions but it seemed he was in the clear. He had seen her most days at college and noticed that while she was still a bitch she seemed kinder towards him than she had before.

He noticed she would look at him in class when she thought he was looking and would quickly look away when he looked towards her. He had been checking out her ass as she was bent over one day, enjoying remembering it naked, when he swore he had seen the outline of the base of the butt plug she had taken sitting between her cheeks and pressing out the material of her pants. She had stood back up too quickly for him to be sure but he wondered if she had now taken to wearing it to work. As he sat in her class trying to suppress the erection he was now sporting thanks to his imagination he thought about tomorrow.

It was Friday, which would make tomorrow Saturday, and he had invited Abby to his house in the morning. She was his only female friend and his best friend. She was pretty and had a good body but thanks to her small breasts and weird personality she was as much an outcast as Jack was which was why they were such good friends. Despite her qwirkyness as she liked to call it, she had some how ended up in a relationship with a rather normal guy.

Jack had decided to tell her about the collar. Not only because it was killing him not being able to talk to anyone about it but because he wanted her help on ideas of how to use it. So he got home, went to sleep early and waited for Abby to arrive the next morning which she did exactly on time. It was one of her quirks, always arriving on time and if she was ever early she would wait outside until the exact minute she had agreed to be somewhere, even though Jack would have been happy to let her in earlier.

“Morning,” she chirped cheerfully as she entered his house.

“Morning, want some coffee?” Jack asked redundantly. Abby rarely went without some form of caffeinated drink in her hand.

“Of course,” she replied. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. She took a sip before staring at Jack. “So why the urgent meeting so early in the morning?”

Jack looked at her before answering. She had brown hair with matching brown eyes and intense stare that most people found unnerving but Jack found endearing. Her make up was done flawlessly as always, her eyeliner in perfect wing tips. Jack knew she always did her make up to cover up the few acne scars she had which she hated although, unless she pointed them out, most people wouldn’t be able to see them.

She had on her black denim jacket which was like a second skin, she always had it on. Usually with matching black jeans which today was no exception. Her style seemed a mix of goth meets librarian meets hipster. Jack always thought she could be one of the popular girls if she dressed the part but she wasn’t interested. It was part of why he was best friends with her, she was genuine to a fault. He took a deep breath before telling her why had invited her over.

“I got a gift from my grandfather, a collar,” he started.

“A collar? That’s a weird gift from a family member,” Abby interrupted with a chuckle.

“It’s not just any collar, it’s magical. It makes anyone who wears it my slave for twelve hours,” Jack continued. Abby looked at him before bursting out laughing.

“Good one, what’s next a pair of slippers that let me fly?” She asked sarcastically.

“I’m serious. Here look at it,” he said handing her the collar. She took it and turned it over in her hands.

“Looks like a normal old collar to me, I have loads of similar ones at home,” Abby replied dismissively.

“I swear to you I’m telling the truth,” Jack pressed on.

“How does it work?” Abby asked humouring him.

“I pressed my thumb to the pendant and it bound it to me, then anyone who wears it after that automatically becomes my slave,” he explained.

“What like this?” Abby asked as she pressed her thumb to the pendant. Just as before when Jack had done it the pendant glowed blue and the light wrapped around Abby’s thumb.

“Wait-” Jack began but it was too late.

“Oh wow, neat trick,” Abby exclaimed looking for a light or something hidden in the collar.

“It’s not a trick, it’s now bound to you,” Jack explained.

“What so anyone that wears this now becomes my slave?” Abby asked.

“Yes but only if they put it in willingly and only for twelve hours,” Jack reminded her.

“Put it on then,” Abby grinned holding out the collar.

“Why would I do that?” Jack asked.

“To prove it works. I still don’t believe you so put it in and prove it,” Abby grinned.

“Why do I have to wear it? Why can’t you, that’d prove it too,” Jack argued.

“Because I know you and if I put it on you’d probably just make me some sex slave for twelve hours,” Abby teased. Jack rolled his eyes in dismissal although considering how he had treated Miss Jameson she wasn’t far wrong. Not that he would do that to Abby though, even if he had always had a crush on her she was in a relationship and he respected that.

“Not happening,” Jack replied shaking his head.

“Make you a deal, if you wear it and it works, you’ll be my slave for today but in exchange I’ll wear it tomorrow for you,” Abby offered. Jack paused at that proposal, it would be fun to have Abby under his control for the day and he wasn’t too worried about what Abby would make him do.

“Alright deal, I’ll put it on now and you come back tomorrow and then it’s your turn,” he smiled taking the collar from her. He had been wondering all week how Miss Jameson has felt under the control of the collar and was curious about experiencing it himself, not from any desire to be controlled but just to see what it was like and he couldn’t think of anyone else he would trust to be in control other than Abby.

 

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Another Life – Chapter 8

I sat down on the couch, and had her sit across my lap. I could kiss her lips, or nibble at her breasts, all the while caressing her legs with my right hand, stroking her thighs and gradually working my way further up.

Sam sat there happily as I stroked her labia with my fingertips. She didn’t flinch when I slipped a fingertip in her pussy. She was wet enough that I could slide my finger in and out, until I had inserted it all the way.

I teased and fingered her, inserted a second digit, and finger-fucked her. When I gently circled her clit, Sam gasped and clutched at me. She groaned and shuddered.

– “Mmmm …” she moaned.

– “You liked that?”

– “Mmm-hmm …”

– “Well, let’s see what else we can get up to.”

I picked her up – she wasn’t very heavy – and carried her to my bedroom. But I stopped at the doorway.

“Remember: you can say ‘no’.”

She didn’t. I laid her gently on my bed, and removed my shirt.

I kissed her ankle, and then kissed and licked my way up her leg, caressing her with my fingers as I went. One good thing about my relationship with Anne: she had agreed to oral sex long before she would consent to ‘go all the way’. That meant that I’d gotten a lot of practice going down on her.

Sam was now the beneficiary of that expertise. I’m not claiming to be some kind of master pussy eater, but I knew enough to take my time, to use my fingers as well, and to avoid being too aggressive or too direct with her clit – unless she seemed to want that.

She just lay back, and let me do my thing. Sam spread her legs a little wider, and whimpered a bit when I teased her, delaying going anywhere her clit. When I finally did, she came hard, gasping and squeezing my head with her thighs.

I crawled up the bed beside her, still wearing my pants. I took her in my arms, and kissed her. Sam didn’t shy away from tasting herself on my lips.

– “Can I …? Do you want me to …?” She moved her hand past my waist.

– “I’d love it.”

Sam helped me undo my pants, and pulled them off my legs. She did the same for my underwear. Then, without any hesitation, she went down on me.

She took hold of my erection, licked the head a few times, and then took me in her mouth. She could only fit in a few inches, but she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. I didn’t need much more than that.

– “I’m gonna -” I warned her.

Sam increased her speed, and I erupted in her mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed it all. When she had finished, she sat back on her heels, and looked at me, smiling slightly.

– “Was that good?” she asked.

– “Surprisingly good.” I said. That was true. Sam’s willingness to please me – her eagerness – was turning me on.

I pulled her up, to lie next to me. I kissed her, and held her. It was only a few minutes before my cock started to swell again. Sam could feel it pressing against her leg. She glanced down, and then looked up, into my eyes.

– “Are we going to …?”

– “We most certainly are.” I said. “As long as you want to. Remember -”

– “I can say no whenever I want.” she said, with a laugh. For a moment there, I thought she was going to giggle.

I rolled on a condom, and gave Sam’s pussy a couple of licks, for luck – and to make sure that she was wet enough. She wasn’t a very big girl, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

She lay back, and spread her legs, holding them apart with her hands. I was surprised – Sam was nowhere near as shy as I had expected her to be.

I entered her in the missionary position. The moment the head of my cock pushed inside her, I happened to glance up, at Sam’s face. She was smiling, and her eyes were extra bright. I don’t know why, but it felt like we were connecting, somehow – and not just physically.

She was tight – very tight – but my first orgasm, thankfully, had taken the edge off, so I could afford to be patient, and go slow. It took seven or eight partial strokes before I felt my dick slide all the way inside her. Sam sighed.

I was gentle with her. She looked really good, lying back, her pert little breasts sitting up proudly on her chest, eyes closed … She somehow sensed that I was looking at her: her eyes snapped open, and she smiled.

– “Hi.” she said.

– “Feel okay?” I asked.

– “I feel great.”

– “I’m not hurting you?”

– “No. Not at all.” She pumped her hips at me, taking me just a little bit deeper. With that encouragement, I began to slide into her a little more forcefully. Sam showed no sign of discomfort, so I started to thrust a bit harder.

Fucking Sam was so much better than it had been with Anne. I don’t know why. But I could feel the sap rising, and gave her a few more deep lunges before I groaned and filled the condom with my seed.

We lay tangled together for a while, until I could tell that my weight was too much for her. I shifted over, and lay beside her.

I didn’t dare fall asleep, though. I had Sam take a shower, and get dressed, before I walked her home. I wanted to get her back early enough that her parents wouldn’t be too worried about where she’d been – or what she’d been up to.

Sam kissed me before we got to her house. On the front porch, she squeezed my hand, and then skipped inside.

As I walked home alone, a curious thought struck me. She hadn’t said a single word on the way home. Not one.

 

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Paulette – Check Before You Dive

STOP. This post is NSFW!

This story took place many, many years ago.

Friend took me as her date to her company Christmas party. We were both students at the time and knew each other from there as well as mutual friends. The party was a blast, we were drinking and dancing all night. End of the party comes and we are gonna grab a cab. She says “I’m not ready to go home yet, let’s go hang out at your place for a bit so I can sober up.”

I thought sure. When I was a student I lived in my parents’ basement. It was like having a pad of my own except the folks were upstairs. I had tons of privacy. It was pretty awesome. We get back to my place and quietly stumble through the door. We both use the restroom. She goes first. I take a leak, clean myself up a bit because we were working up a good sweat from all the dancing. I come out of the restroom and she’s sitting in my room. I hang up my jacket and take off my tie as she’s thanking me for coming with her, she had a great time, but she’s not tired yet.

Then she hits me like a ton of bricks, full on tongue, her hands are all over me. I was a little shocked at the level of aggression. We had been friends for a long time, she was cute, had a beautiful face and an amazing set of breasts, but I never thought she was interested. We make out for a while. The clothes start coming off. She’s unbuttoning my shirt and awkwardly forcing it off my body. I think she’d never tried to undress a guy before. She takes off my belt and pants like their on fire. I laughed at the difference. Pants and belt difficulty level 0. Shit difficulty, level 50. I found it all rather fun and sexy. She kissed me and touched me all over as she took off every piece of my clothing. She started stroking my cock,  and tried to put a finger up my ass. Which I’m not a fan of so that had to be redirected. (That neighborhood is off limits)

Taking off her dress was far less difficult than her undressing me. I tried to be really sexy about it. Kissing, touching and biting as I went. She shivered and said, “Oh, fuck yeah” a couple times. Her breasts were as good as I thought they would be. Perky to being almost angry yet quite large. I kissed her passionately, licked and bit her nipples as I rubbed her freshly shaved pussy.

My usual MO, even to this day, is to have her come at least once before sex. Not only are the ladies happier, they get more aggressive, they feel better inside afterwards, etc. It was a good tactic. Make them happy and you’ll both be happier. I keep kissing her as I touch her. She’s starts to buck and shake a bit. I tell her we need to be quiet. My folks are upstairs and though I have full academic freedom, mom frowns upon this sort of activity. She grabs a pillow and puts it over her face. I suck and bite her nipples as I rub her pussy to orgasm. She didn’t exactly squirt but I felt a rush of more warm fluid cover my hand. I think “fuck yeah.”

Then she say, “please, please, go down on me. I want it so bad!” I’m happy to oblige. If I have her all riled up this much already, we are going to fuck each other’s brains out until noon. I start working my way down her body. Kissing, licking, sucking, caressing and biting as I go. I’m gonna make her come so hard her eyes are gonna roll back in her head. I take a minute to do the same with her legs. She’s quivering with anticipation. I can feel it in her body. I’m getting more excited. I go in for the kill. I head in, face first ready to tongue and finger her to ecstasy. It’s kind of hard to describe what happened next but it hit me.

It was as if I was licking fermented old meat soaked in battery acid. I hadn’t noticed it before but there was a distinctly unpleasant odor as well. The smell was bad but the feeling on my tongue made me actually gag. It was shocked at first and then thought, this can’t be, so I tried again. Same thing but stronger. I almost puke in my mouth. I pull away. I’m freaked out. It’s so nasty and I can still taste it.

She looked up, confused but kinda pissed, “what? You don’t like going down on girls?” My mind is scrambling. “Lola said you are amazing at this, you fuck like a beast and have a great cock. Am I not good enough?” She’s getting more mad. How can I settle this quickly, because I am NOT going back down there but I don’t want some chick who’s pissed I didn’t give it to her making a scene for my puritanical mother to wake up to.

And when the fuck did Lola run her mouth about our hook up? She wanted me to be her last summer first sexual encounter in secret, at her fucking request, while she and her best friend were on a break and apparently now she’s told everyone. How the fuck do I get out of this??? “Shhhhh. Listen. Someone is awake upstairs. We may have woken someone up. Shhhhhhhhh” I stalled for time. Then it happened. My younger sister came home. We hear doors opening, footsteps. I say, “shit” and crawl in bed next to her and cover ourselves in the blankets. I can tell she’s confused, angry, upset, frustrated. I was thinking THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! She says, “this fucking sucks” and I said “I know.” I was the only one who caught the verbal irony of my response. She grabs a hold of my cock and says, “don’t think we are done yet” and strokes me. My response is only “shhhhhhh.” I end up stalling for enough time that I tell her I’m too tired. This doesn’t go over well.

“If you aren’t gonna fuck me then maybe I should go home.” “Did you want me to call you a cab?” My response may have been too fast.

“If you want why don’t we sleep here for a few more hours and then I can drive you to your car?” It was parked back at the hotel where the party was.

“Fuck. Whatever.”

I zip out of bed and mouthwash, brush my teeth, mouthwash again and quickly clean up. My mouth feels reborn. For the next 4 hours we laid there, I tried to sleep. She kept rolling over trying to see if she could get me going again, but I was “sleeping.” I would like to thank the Academy for honoring my performance. The only thing that would cooperate was my dick. He didn’t care how stinky and foul-tasting her pussy was, he would become a mighty oak when she would touch him. I had to roll over and adjust positions repeatedly. Stupid penis.

In the morning I drove her to her car. Longest 10 minute drive ever. She stopped being friends with me after that. Friends would ask what happened. She told everyone I was an asshole. I told everyone that it just didn’t work out. Took a lot of heat for a while. 5 months later, mutual friend Clint comes to me, and says that he fooled around with her but he had a question for me. “Did you fool around with her too.”

“A little.”

“Did you notice she had a really nasty pussy?”

“Yes, that’s why I didn’t fuck her.

Then I told him the story.

We both agreed it was like a horrible oral land mine that may have kept us off cunnilingus permanently. What if other girls were this bad? How the fuck would you know? Should I even bother trying? It was pretty scarring for our early 20’s selves. We decided that the finger test would be protocol from then on. To this day I still feel kind of bad. I’ve had others that weren’t good but never one as bad as hers where after 1 lick I almost puked in my mouth. I think someone should have told her but how do you tell someone that?

Also, on a side note, hygiene is very important if you want someone to blow you or eat you out. I’m not sure if that was her problem or an overbearing Icelandic fermented shark natural musk but hygiene is important. If it smells bad there’s something wrong with you. See your doctor.

 

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Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 7

The days crawled by. I saw just about everybody on the list in September, individually or in small groups. But it proved impossible to find an occasion when all 11 of us were free.

Finally, Thanksgiving weekend loomed. Leo and I both skipped off that Friday. We packed our overnight bags and the costumes in the backseat, along with some food supplies Teresa had asked us to pick up.

Then we went shopping for the booze. Everybody had given us their requests. We got six cases of beer (two-fours, in Canadian slang), and three cases of wine. I wasn’t sure that we had enough wine. Then we added a case of liquor. Most of it was rum, or flavoured rum, but there was also vodka, tequila, scotch, and even a bottle of peppermint schnapps (Leo was on a schnapps kick).

– “Schnapps?” I asked him. “For pirates?”

– “It won’t go to waste.” he said. “Just imagine that we’re sailing past some German island.”

As you can probably guess, geography and history weren’t Leo’s strong suits.

– “You psyched?” he asked me.

– “Just a little.” I admitted.

While he was rearranging things in the backseat, I saw that Leo had packed a box of 12 condoms in his overnight bag.

– “Somebody’s optimistic.” I commented.

– “Hey – Be Prepared. That’s my motto.”

– “You have about 100 mottos, Leo.” I said.

– “You can never have enough mottos.” he replied.

– “That’s 101.”

I didn’t kid him too much about the condoms. After all, I had packed a dozen of my own. I was hoping for an epic weekend, too.

 

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A Unique Gift – Chapter 5

His stomach growled and he realized he was starving.

“Make me some dinner,” he ordered. Alice nodded and stood up, her legs shaking slightly as she made her way to the kitchen. Jack grabbed his clothes and went upstairs to take a shower. He took a leisurely shower, relaxing in the water before he washed and dried. He grabbed some fresh clothes and made his way downstairs downstairs. He found Alice stood by the table, a plate of food was on the table waiting for him.

“I hope this is to your liking master, I used what I could find in the fridge and cupboards,” Alice said with her head bowed.

“None for yourself?” Jack asked as he looked at the food. It was chicken in some kind of sauce, green beans and potatoes.

“You did give me permission to prepare some for myself so I shall wait until I am home,” Alice replied. Jack enjoyed how subservient she was but didn’t want her collapsing from not eating. Especially when he had a busy night planned.

“Share this with me,” Jack offered. Alice’s face lit up. Jack had never seen her smile like that before.

“Really master?” She asked. Jack nodded and she smiled wider. “You are too kind master.”

They sat down to eat. It was a large meal and enough to share. While Jack could have probably eaten it all himself he didn’t want to be to full to enjoy the evening. Once they were done Alice dutifully washed the dishes as Jack went and settled into the living room. Once she was done she followed him and asked if there was anything else he wanted.

“Go upstairs, second door on the left is my sisters room. In her bedside drawer there is a vibrator, get it and bring it here,” Jack ordered. He knew it was there from when he accidentally discovered it looking for his tablet computer he had let his sister borrow and she had never returned. He waited patiently until Alice returned.

I want you to sit there and use that on yourself until I tell you to stop but under no circumstances are you allowed to have an orgasm,” he commanded. Alice nodded dutifully and sat down on the floor in front of him. She slowly teased her entrance with the toy, covering it in her juices before switching it on. It buzzed in her hand and she pressed it gently against her clit, gasping as it made contact. Jack watched with glee, his cock hardening as she sat and played with herself.

He watched her as she thrust the toy deep in and out of her cunt. She had been going for almost thirty minutes and was breathing hard as moans came in ragged breaths. She was now laid on the floor, one hand plunging the toy in and out while the other massaged and groped her breasts in turn. She looked at Jack pleadingly, she had been on the edge of orgasm for almost ten minutes and it was driving her mad but she wouldn’t disobey his commands.

Her body began to shudder as she started to lose control and she slowed down despite her desperate urge to keep going and push herself over the edge. Jack could see the desperation in her eyes as he stood up and walked out of the room. He returned a minute later with bottle of lube he had. He undressed and gently stroked his hard cock as he stood over Alice.

“Keep the toy inside you and get on your knees,” he ordered. Alice obeyed, holding the toy deep inside her as it buzzed away and she got on her knees. Jack bent her over so she was all fours, well three as one was holding the toy in place. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some across his cock before putting some on his fingers. Alice gasped as she felt him press the cold liquid against her asshole. She had never done anal before but if this was what master wanted so did she.

She shuddered as the toy worked inside her, keeping her on the edge. Jack grabbed his cock and stroked the lubricant along its length. Satisfied he pressed the tip against Alices waiting asshole. The lube was slick and allowed the tip to easily slide in despite her tightness. She groaned as he felt her begin to enter her backside. He kept pushing, slowly and carefully as he sunk inch after inch into her. She shuddered as his hips pressed against her ass cheeks, feeling all eight inches of him inside her.

“Fuck yourself with the toy while I fuck you but remember, don’t orgasm unless I say so,” Jack told her as he began to slowly thrust in and out. Her ass felt amazing and gripped his cock tightly as he began to pound in and out. Alice worked the toy in and out of her cunt as streams of her fluid ran down her legs. She desperately wanted to orgasm but Jacks commands made it impossible for her to go over the edge. She was in agonizing bliss as she stayed on the edge.

Jack reached down and grabbed her large breasts. He had been wanting to touch them since the moment he saw them. They were soft but firm and he squeezed them as he played with her hard nipples with his fingertips. Alice’s entire body was buzzing with pleasure, each nerve ending felt like it was being teased. Jack picked up his pace and pushed down on Mias back, forcing her to rest her head and shoulder on the floor as he pounded her ass.

“Please can I cum yet Master?” Alice asked.

“Tell me what you want,” Jack replied panting hard from exertion.

“I want to cum, I want to cum while you fuck my ass, please master,” Alice moaned.

Jack felt his orgasm approaching as Alice looked back at him, pleading with her eyes. He nodded his head and almost instantly her body began to shake.

“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck… Thank… You master… Ooooooooo fuck…” Alice screamed as her whole body trembled. Her legs spasmed uncontrollable and Jack had her hold her hips to keep her from collapsing. He lowered her down so he was laying on top of her as he continued to slam into her while she trembled beneath him. The vibrator buzzed noisily on the floor, it had slipped from her cunt but she didn’t care. The feeling of him filling her ass over and over pushed her from one orgasm to the next. Her eyes rolled back and her mind went blank as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Jack couldn’t hold back anymore and groaned as he emptied his load inside her. He continued to thrust until every drop was emptied before pulling out and rolling onto the floor besides her. He lay there panting hard and looked over at Alice. She was murmuring happily as her body shivered in aftershocks of pleasure. Jack wondered if he had pushed it too much but she looked at him and grinned as she finally started to relax.

 

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Murder Mystery Weekend – Chapter 6

I met the three of them downtown. We exchanged hugs and greetings.

– “Ee,” I said, “it’s really nice of you to host us all for the long weekend.”

– “Are you kidding?” she replied. “You guys are doing me a favour. I can’t close the cottage by myself. As for the murder mystery, Teresa is doing all of the work.”

– “It’s going to be so much fun!” enthused Claire. Was she looking at me when she said that?

– “Epic.” said Leo. “C’mon, wingman – let’s get this show on the road.”

It was fun. Leo found his costume quickly, because he knew exactly what he wanted: Jack Sparrow. I tried to talk him out of it, but for once, Leo was right. He looked like Johnny Depp’s shorter and uglier brother, but he did bear a bit of a resemblance to Keith Richards. He also insisted on every accessory he could find, stuck in his belt, tucked into his sash, or somehow dangling from his coat. He looked like some kind of pirate Christmas tree.

The overall effect was quite comical, but the more I looked at it, the more I began to think that it might work. The girls laughed, of course. But then Eliza said: “You look great!”. Leo turned to me with a look of pure triumph, and preened like a peacock.

With his gear stowed away, we could then turn to a more enjoyable pastime: watching the two girls try on costumes. Eliza didn’t think she could pull off a pirate, and they didn’t have much in her size anyway. But then she had an idea.

– “What if I went as a tavern wench? A tempting trollop, or something like that?”

– “A tempting trollop?” I echoed. “Did you just say that?”

– “Shut up Colin. You know what I meant.” She punched my arm playfully.

Eliza tried on a couple of costumes, each of which featured low-cut tops. I’m not ashamed to say that Leo and I both stood up to get a better view.

She found a pair of high-heeled leather boots, and a brightly-patterned skirt, with a fluffy petticoat. Then she uncovered a broad leather belt, and a supple leather vest. It was probably a couple of sizes too big for her, but she needed room for her oversize chest, and the belt held it all together. The piece de resistance, though, was the frilly white shirt. It left her shoulders bare, and revealed a considerable expanse of her bosom.

Leo and I were too afraid to say anything. She looked … scorching hot. Did I mention that costumes were an aphrodisiac? If this had really been the 17th century, I would have wanted to take her into a back room, bend her over, flip up her skirts, and fuck her from behind like a madman. Forget the 17th century – I wanted to do that now. I glanced at Leo. From the look on his face, he was having similar thoughts.

Claire saved us. “Oh, Ee – that’s it. That one.” Her neighing laugh broke the spell. The girls went for a closer look in a mirror.

“Ho-ly shit.” whispered Leo.

– “Amen, brother.” I whispered back.

Luckily for me, Eliza kept her provocative costume on while Claire continued to go in and out of the change room. Lucky, because Leo’s attention was occupied while his sister put on a show. And what a show. The little minx kept trying on more and more revealing combinations.

Claire found a scarlet head scarf, and a huge pair of hoop earrings. She really liked a dark red skirt with black trim, and liked it even better when she pulled up one side and tucked it into her little belt. This revealed one leg to the knee, but the other leg was uncovered to mid-thigh. If you’re old enough to remember Cyd Charisse, you can imagine what Claire looked like.

She added a little black bustier with laces that looked like crossed bones, attached to skull-shaped buttons. She found another shirt like Eliza’s, with short, puffy sleeves, that left her shoulders and upper chest bare. She wasn’t showing much cleavage, but the little bustier lifted her boobs and thrust them forward. That’s when I noticed the magic of the shirt she wore. It did nothing to hide her breasts. Instead, it simply accentuated their shape.

Claire looked incredible. Just looking at her made me think of sex. I would have to rethink my costume, if I was going to have an erection most of the weekend.

– “Jesus, Claire!” said her brother. “How much skin you gonna show?”

She struck a pose, with one hand on her hip. “I didn’t hear you complain about Ee’s costume.” she said.

Eliza and I moved a bit further away, to let the siblings have one of their traditional arguments.

– “Is this too revealing? What do you think, Colin?” Eliza asked me, indicating her costume.

– “Ee, you look fantastic.” I answered. “Very, very sexy. A tempting trollop indeed.”

– “What about you? What are you going to get?”

– “Already did.” I told her. “It’s at home.”

– “Aww.” she said. “You get to see ours, but we don’t get to see yours?”

– “You will.”

If Eliza and Claire were going to look like this, I could only imagine what the four other women would be wearing. I was going to be rock hard the whole weekend.

 

A Unique Gift – Chapter 4

They arrived back at his house and Jack could barely get they key in the lock. He was nervous but excited at the same time.

“Strip for me,” he commanded once they were inside. The house was set back from the road so they didn’t have to worry about passers by seeing his teacher inside. “Everything but the collar.”

Immediately Alice began stripping off her clothes. Jacks heart jumped and he relaxed. He had half expected her to punch him in the face and was glad to see that the collar really did seem to be working. He watched as she removed her jacket, quickly followed by her blouse. Her large breasts strained against her bra and Jacks cock twitched in his pants as he took in her body. She had toned abs, showing she must work out, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. She wasn’t undressing sexily, more like she was about to get a shower but Jack didn’t care. Her large breasts hung from her chest, seemingly defying gravity with their perkiness. Jack stared at them with his mouth hanging open. He had seen plenty of breasts, a few in real life and a lot on the internet but none had seemed as perfect as hers.

Alice continued to undress, she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband and wiggling her hips, she pulled them down along with her panties in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them and looked at Jack expectantly. He was too busy staring at her long shapely legs up to her smooth shaved pussy to notice.

“Do you find my body pleasing?” Alice asked breaking him from his staring.

“It’s amazing,” Jack muttered back before coming to his senses. He couldn’t believe he had Miss Jameson stood naked in his house. His cock was desperate for release, tenting his pants. Alice stood there waiting to be told what to do, seemingly uncaring she was naked in a students house.

“Pose for me, as sexy as you can, the sexier they are the more turned on you’ll get,” Jack told her. Alice smiled and began to work through a series of poses, holding each one until Jack told her to show him the next one. The poses got sexier as she went on until eventually she was on her knees, facing away from Jack with her ass in the air. He could see how wet she was as it ran down the inside of her thigh. It was too much for Jack and he told her to stay there as he stripped of his pants and underwear. Kneeling behind her he wasted no time as he roughly pushed his cock into her pussy.

He groaned as he buried it to the hilt and Alice moaned appreciatively. Jack kept himself there, enjoying the snug warmth of her cunt wrapped around his cock as he massaged her ass. Alice slowly worked her hips up and down, desperate for him to fuck her.

“You love being filled with my cock don’t you, tell me how much you love it,” he ordered.

“I do, it feels so good in my needy cunt, I never want you to take it out,” she moaned. It seemed if Jack phrased something as a command instead of a question it made it true.

“You want me to fuck you, you’re desperate for me to fill you with my seed, just thinking about it is enough to make you cum,” Jack continued. He had spent over a year hating this woman and was enjoying making her his needy fuck toy.

“I do… Oh fuck… I want to feel it inside me… Please fill me with your cum,” Alice pleaded and she trembled as she had a small orgasm. Jack grinned to himself and began to thrust into her. He went slow and steady at first which was still enough to make Alice moan lewdly with each stroke. He felt his orgasm approaching quickly, he was so turned on he knew he wouldn’t last long so he picked up the pace, roughly slamming into his teacher as she rocked back and forth meeting hit thrusts and pushing him deep into her as she moaned profusely.

“Fuck my needy cunt, fill me master, please,” she begged. Jack grabbed her hips and slammed as deep into her as he could as his cock twitched and began to spray its load inside her. She cried out loudly, her whole body shuddering as she felt his hot fluids flood her insides. She trembled and whimpered, her pussy clamping down on his cock and milking every drop it could. Once his orgasm subsided Jack spanked her ass hard making her squeal before pulling out of her.

 

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