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BRATTY BOMBSHELL BREE IS ON THE PROWL FOR SOME MANMEAT!

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Well by now – I know you are tired of surfing the net…looking for the perfect little naugty playmate.

*winks*

Well no need to look any further BIG GUY. Cause here I am! =)

This kinky kitten is on the hunt for a piece of MANMEAT!

MEOW

Certainly you don’t want the same old boring stuff. Let’s kick it up a notch!

Do something WILD and NASTY!

I love all types of fantasies

Plus I’m dying to slide my fingers into my pretty lil panties and tickle my CUNT while we PLAY!

Sounds like a BLAST doesn’t it….

then you MOST DEFINITELY need to spend some time with me

I’ll be your kinky little dirty secret and MORE!

So now that the time has come for you to give into your that temptation what are you going to do?

Don’t just sit there staring at my pics- pick up the phone, unzip your fly grab some lube and

dial my number – let me drive you crazy with my sweeet voice and DEVIATE SEXUAL mind!

Don’t worry if you’ve never done it before.

I promise to be gentle..that is if you want me to (giggles).

SO CUM BANG BRATTY BREE

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CALLING ALL HOT RODS!

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For all you MOTORHEADS

that like it FAST and EASY ….

Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to

TUNE ME UP!

So get your engines REVVED UP

be ready to

SHIFT YOUR GEARS and let’s go for a HOT and FUCKING STEAMY RIDE

Brooklyn

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LOTS OF LUBE OIL SPECIALS SO GIVE ME A RING AND FIND OUT MORE!

The Pacific Northwest is luscious. It’s spacious, green, vibrant, thriving, and alive. I’ve been there many times in my dreams. The heat and energy makes me want to take my clothes off! It’s muggy and wet, and not just between my legs! I want some perfect man to come along and cool me off…..

Or, make me hotter!

I like to imagine being outside with you along the coast making love when we are together on the phone.

I love the great, open outdoors and all of the naughty things we can do in private, just thinking about it makes my pussy tingle.

My panties are starting to get damp, what are you going to do about it? It’s been too long. Call and take me away.

Always lusty,

Lindsay

A day in the life:

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Tuesday. That must mean Mr. Thompson up first, 9:30. Mr. Brown at 11:00. New client at 1:30, Mr. Fisher. Hmm, problem there, Fisher lives across town and 4:00 client lives in the next town over. Mr. Sanders at 4:00. Tight scheduling. Mr. & Mrs. Watkins at 7:00.

Bigger day than usual.

9:30, Thompson. Maternity bra unclasped, starting with the left breast today. He suckles and soon I’m breastfeeding a 45 year-old man. He’s a good boy really, a healthy, happy baby. He’s fussy though, must have all the milk available. Such an appetite!

10:05, left breast depleted, switch to right.

“Something tastes different today,” says my baby. Ah, his first words. I’m so proud.

“My diet has been a little different over the past week. Does it still taste good?”

“Very yummy, mummy!” What a cute little boy, suckle away, you need all the strength you can get. Growing boys need mother’s milk, to grow up big and strong.

10:32. Right breast depleted, time for mother to get going.

“Same time next week?”

“No, I have to go out of town for couple of weeks, so it’ll be a while,” says he.

“Well, I’ll have plenty saved up for you then, so maybe you’ll need more time.” I love my little baby.

11:00, Brown, walking distance from Thompson’s, rather awkward, ass is really stuffed, and have to drink lots of water. Have about two litres from sports bottles. Brown is already sitting at his desk, head down in shame.

Really, getting detention again! How students learn anything these days when they spend all their time rough housing and getting into trouble. It makes me so angry, I need to enforce discipline. Time to break out the trusty old cane.

“Brown, front and centre! You’ve been very naughty haven’t you, young man?

“Yes ma’am.”

“You need discipline don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Really, a fifty year old schoolboy, getting into fights. You should be setting an example for the younger students!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t start it, it was-,”

“No excuses Mr. Brown. You need to be punished.”

“No please, ma’am, please. I’ll do anything!”

“No, no. You need discipline. Pants down, bend over the desk!” Insolent little boy, trying to weasel out of punishment. I’ll give him the caning of his life.

WHACK! Whimpering, a little boy trying to act like a man. Well, a man needs to know pain and discipline to get through life. WHACK! Right across the buttocks. Red lines, signs that he’s learning something. WHACK, WHACK. WHACK!

He cries like the boy that he really is.

“If you want to be a man, you’ve got learn rules and discipline. If this is the only way to help you, I must punish you!” More whacks, and he begs me, please stop. But I can’t. It’s for his own good! Begging is the last refuge for hopeless little boys. He must be a man!

I whack him silly, his little bottom, once so pale, is now burning with crimson fire of shame and guilt. Yes, he shall learn from this, surely.

“Very well, Mr. Brown. Have you learned you lesson?”

“Yes ma’am,” between sobs.

“Detention is over.”

11:45, leaving Brown. In transit to Mr. Fisher. Drinking more water while riding bus across town. Another two litres, bladder really, really hurts. Need to pee, but must hold it in. Ass is uncomfortable because of bladder pressure.

1:30, Fisher residence. Balding little man in glasses and a turtleneck. Well, he just want’s acts not roles.

“Where’s your toilet?” I really need to go now.

“This way, let me get my camera.” That’s right, he wants footage. Most people don’t, it could be discovered by their relatives and expose their secret desires and stuff.

“Okay, face away, and squat over the toilet.” He leaves the seat up. Camera rolling, you’re a star girl! “Wait a minute, first fill this glass, then the rest for the flush.”

Whatever you say baldy. It’s a pretty small glass, and filling it only causes more suffering, since I have to hold back the rest. My bladder is killing me, and my ass is getting really uncomfortable. I fill the glass, then he turns the camera on himself, and drinks my pee.

“How is it?”

“Not quite as delicious as I’d been led to believe. Oh well, ready?” I nod. “Go!”

And boy do I go. It’s such a relief to be rid of all this liquid. It takes a couple of minutes to get it all out. He comes over and pats me dry with toilet paper.

“Wonderful, just exquisite.” Another satisfied customer! That’s always something to be proud of.

“So, same time next week?”

“Actually, I think just this once was good enough for me. Plus I have the tape. You’ve given me a treasured memory. Thank you so much.”

Well, I aim to please, as they say.

1:47, leaving Fisher. Catching bus to neighbouring town, have to make it to Mr. Sanders. Ass feels a little better now, but a long bus ride just leaves me itching and anxious.

4:00, Sanders.

“Hello again, well, let’s see what you’ve got for me this week!” He’s so excited, I hope I can live up to his expectations. It’s really hard to come up with a weekly surprise for Mr. Sanders, but his life is so dull, I just have to help out.

“Do you have some lubricant? I think I’ll need it.” He has some, you know it’s not the kind of stuff you can carry around with you all day. He grabs his camera. His surprises are the gift the keeps on giving, when he tapes them that is.

I apply a rather generous amount of lube to my anus, and do my best to get some up into my rectum. I’m kneeling on the couch for this, but it could get a little messy. Oh well, another surprise for him then.

I push mightily. Strain, strain, push, huff. It’s quite an ordeal getting something out of your ass that’s been up there all day long.

“Wow, you’re so amazing!” He loves these gifts. Shame his appointment isn’t later, then he could use today’s surprise with tonight’s dinner.

I push and strain. And eventually, a nice long and thick cucumber emerges from my anus. Let me tell you, it’s like getting over constipation. That first time you get something truly enormous out of your butt, you feel so much better for it.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you!” He shouts with glee at the rectal cucumber.

CuCUMber, get it? Nobody likes that joke.

“I’m gonna eat this right now. Time for a salad!” Well, that’s the best thanks I can get. My ass is good enough to eat out of.

4:45, that cucumber sure took a while to come out. But the bus ride home is much more relaxing for it’s absence. And the rest of my day is relaxing too.

7:00, Watkins residence. They just want someone to watch, and to operate a camera. They didn’t trust a guy, and didn’t want to ask a friend. So I get the job. And I can’t complain. It’s easy, pays well, and I like doing it.

I’m very helpful that way.

9:15, man can those guys last! Always fun to watch. Better than TV, better than a movie. I love my job. Anyway, my day is over. Time to go home and take a long bath.

Hidden Submission

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These days’ men seem to be conflicted by which role they should play. Are you the dominant, alpha male who cares about nothing except success and sex? Are you the middle of the road guy who doesn’t get too far from what is PC? For myself, I like it when men have the ability to allow their hidden urges to come out and escape the confines of their every day routine. Think of me as a safe, embarrassment-free way to express your desires. Do you have the urge to just let go, let someone else make the decisions for a while? Don’t worry, I’m here for you. You don’t have to play the big, strong, stoic man with me babe. I know that deep down you really want to let go of your bravado once in a while and totally give in to me. I know just how to take care of my subordinate men, and show you just how much you will enjoy the experience! It’s time to give me a call, I will bring your yearning to submit to fruition.

Yours,

Ashlee

Dog Training, Part 1[scratching the itch]

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The following is an except from my puppy’s diary… hope you enjoy!!!
I didn’t think my ball gag would ever become comfortable and tried to catch my breath through my nose. Here, along with my butt-plug, was something else I had to gnaw on, something to keep my mind on. My Mistress provided me something for my front, as well as my rear. It made swallowing and drooling involuntary and came with straps that bit into the sides of my mouth in admonition, as an indelicate reminder more disturbing then the leggings and tail, but still no match for my groin’s itchiness. The itchiness was a beast, an abomination that kept me twitching and on the brink of doubling over.

I was beyond controlling myself for very long and would begin squirming without even realizing it. It was the bite of dog whip and yank of leash that kept bringing me back in line. My Mistress held both leashes tight and so short I was practically lifted into the air. My face and body were dripping in sweat, tears, and saliva that ended up on the floor along with my cock’s slaver. I could feel the moisture cascading down my face and body in sheets. I could feel it run in ticklish rivers, down my arms and thighs, over hills and into crevices. The constantly changing currents of warm and cold, along with my organ being eaten alive, were helping to drive me out of my mind. But my Mistress didn’t care about my misery and pulled the leashes even tighter. She’d made it clear she had every intention of keeping me as miserable as she could until I learned my place. Even now my Mistress was simply waiting for me to compose myself, which was impossible under the circumstances, but she not only understood this, she counted on it.

On top of all this, my head was now strapped into a leather contraption I’d just become aware of. I wished to keep it out of my mind, but it was so confining and had become so irritating, it was unimaginable and compelling beyond measure. My head was literally bound into a leather grating that was very tight and extremely unpleasant. There was a strap girding my forehead and there must have been at least five belts crossing my head in all, maybe as many as seven. There was a triangle of small leather straps through which my nose protruded and one that connected under my chin without interfering with my mouth. The binding ran in every which direction and pressed in from all directions. My Mistress had cinched my head tight and I felt as if my head were about to explode and I almost wished it would.

SNAP! The whip caught my buttocks again and I jumped. My mind took off and then crashed back to earth while my Mistress used the leashes to hold me in position. I no longer knew what I was doing, nor cared what was happening to me and let the leash’s dictate my posture as best they could. The itching, leashes, and dog whip were my only reference points and between their arrivals and departures I began rubbing my thighs together anew. I’d almost forgotten where I was and really didn’t care, because I was in the grips of a single desire, a craving so powerful it dominated every brain cell I had, closing my mind to anything else. I needed to catch my organ with my thighs at all costs; I needed to scratch the itch. I needed to do this so badly I was ready to do anything at all. But the dog whip came to remind me yet again.

SNAP! Its devastating bite caught my right buttocks and inside thigh. It was a slap in the face, a flash of reality that came out of the sky as a lightening bolt and hit with as much force. My Mistress kept me in line and standing obediently even though my head was spinning and tumbling in chaotic disturbances I would do anything to quell. My Mistress yanked the leashes and I lifted my head, knowing what it was she expected of me. I looked up in search of her and my tails tip, but couldn’t locate either. She yanked on my balls to lift my ass and tail higher. Since I couldn’t see very well through my tears, I relied on my Mistress for guidance.

“Come on, I’m waiting,” she said in a suddenly more pleasant voice. She yanked on my balls again and I strained to get my ass even higher. I felt the tails tip brush my forehead and tilted my head to send my nose in pursuit. I missed it again and thought I heard my Mistress giggle. I felt very much like a falling-down drunk trying to touch her nose while seeing double and reeling from Bourbon.

“Would you like me to make the itch go away fluffy,” my Mistress asked me. I shook my head yes and attempted to bark. I figured she would understand my gurgles and sprays. I felt the tails tip bounce around on my face, tickling my forehead cheeks and chin, but I had the hardest time making it meet the tip of my nose.

“Okay. First you must stand properly,” she said, and I may have wondered what it was she thought I was attempting to do, but I was only a puppy. “I promise to make all the itch go away once we get to my car,” she went on. So I followed her instructions and went on fighting the need to scratch while trying to connect nose and tail. Anything, I would do anything at this point to be rid of the itchiness; anything at all.

“Come on now, get that nose and tail together little boy and it’s off to the car and bye bye itch,” she said almost softly. She yanked on the leashes a bit and let me have another snap of the dog whip. The barbed tip caught either cheek or inside thigh, yet always spared my testicles, and for that I was thankful.

Snap!

“Get in position and I’ll make the itch go away. Come on, let’s go take care of that terrible itch right now,” she said again. The screams caused by the itching were drowning out the voice of my Mistress, and the itch was threatening to take me down again. Still I struggled to follow orders because I wanted my Mistress to make the itch go away more than anything else in the world. So I fought against overwhelming odds to keep from scratching myself as my body turned into one big itch and terrorized me to death.

Snap! Another bite brought me back in line long enough to take the short trip to the back door. As we headed down the hallway she continued to yell commands, keeping the leashes short. She almost lifted me several times but I didn’t care because the itchiness was killing me. Whenever I got to a point of failing to the itch, another snap curtailed that moment’s reflection and I crawled on to the yanks.

I think my Mistress may have gotten her biggest surprise upon reaching the back door. It was then that I jumped a little ahead. Suddenly and to her surprise I jumped up and put my front paws on the knob, pretending to turn an object I couldn’t even grip. It was her promise to relieve me of the itch when I got to her car that spurred me into this burst of action. ‘Yes, she had been right once more’, I thought to myself as her hand came to my rescue. The door opened and I went back and down with it. Yes, she’d been right again… she already had me crawling out my door and into the world entirely naked.

“Come along fluffy,” my Mistress said pulling me along beside her and out of my apartment.

***Names have been changed to protect the NOT so INNOCENT!!

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Father Moss is different from all of the other priests in the school, He isn’t stuffy and completely righteous. He is rather worldly if you ask me, and trust me I know.

Being sent to a catholic boarding school was not the best thing in the world. Being eighteen in a catholic boarding school is hell. Mind you I have never been catholic, oh sure I go to a catholic school, my parents are catholic and well I’m not. I have tried everything short of fucking a priest to get myself kicked out and surprise I am still here.

Father moss is a young man not even old enough to be my father and very handsome. Hispanic and fairly short, he was still taller then my five foot five frame. Always wore slacks and a white dress shirt in class. When he looked at you in class, he taught religious history, his eyes were piercing and dark. I always found a reason to get in trouble in that class…

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“Miss Anderson, you are late…. Again.” Father Moss’ voice never rose when he was angered. it lowered. I nearly purred every time he got mad at me.

“I’m sorry Father,” I purred and slid into my seat in the front row, “I’ll try harder to be on time tomorrow,” I put a slight emphasis on harder. I watched him scowl and resume his lecture.

I stirred in my seat, my skirt, was an older one that, was a few inches too short and it exposed a little more thigh than any self respecting girl should show. I wanted out of this hell hole of a school and Father Moss was my ticket out.

class was boring, as always and I fidgeted nervously as the lesson progressed. “Miss Anderson this is the last time I am going to ask you to sit still. Stay after at the end of class.” Father Moss eyed me again, but I smiled at him thinking nothing of the reprimand.

“Yes Father Moss,” I replied meekly, and turned to my work.

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I watched the class file out as the bell rang I stayed seated at my desk watching Father Moss as he watched the class leave. I sat still as stone wondering if I should slip out of the class room while I still could. I stood and picked up my books and took a step towards the door, “Miss Anderson? I would like to see you in my office.” I look into Father Moss’ eyes and feel my cheeks flush. Maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, I tell myself as I try to pull the hem of my skirt down. “Miss Anderson that won’t work, you can’t make your skirt longer by pulling on it. Now come to my office,”

The massive oak door was the dread of every student, what lay beyond it was a nightmare, or so I had heard. He stands beside the door as I walk in an take a seat in the high backed chair that is in front of his desk. I hear the door shut and the bolt click, I swallow hard and feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“Now Miss Anderson, you have an extensive record, and it seems to me you are trying to get expelled,” He sits down behind the nearly bare oak desk and laces his fingers together, his eyebrows arch and he looks at me, “Now why is that? You are leaving in a few months are you not?

“No father I am not, my parents have arranged for me to continue on for another year as a teaching assistant,” I silently chide myself for wearing this skirt.

“I see, well seeing as you have disobeyed you have to be punished.” Father Moss’ tone raises slightly and I look into his eyes.

“What kind of punishment, Father?” I ask biting my lip seductively.

“Well be a good girl and come over here and find out,” He raises a single eyebrow, “You have nothing else planned on your schedule for the evening do you?” I shake my head and stand. he gives me a slight and cruel smile.

I walk over to him and look him in the eyes. He turns his chair so he is facing me, “Come here,” I step forward and stand a foot away from him. I can feel him looking me up and down focusing on my too short skirt and my patent leather shoes.

He pulls my arms and guides me over his knees, “I think I have a suitable punishment for you, Miss Anderson,” I feel him raising my skirt, and the cold air of his office against my bare ass. “I believe I have a suitable punishment indeed, especially for naughty girls who wear nothing underneath their uniforms.” He murmurs.

“Father?” I try to raise my head but his hand is holding me head down and I am completely helpless in this position.

“Ouch!” His hand lands a blow against my bare ass cheek and I bit my lip.

“No, no crying out,” he raises his hand and smacks the other cheek now, “Now be a good girl and keep quiet,”

“Yes Father,” I murmur as he spanks me. I can feel him getting hard and struggle with myself to keep still even as I feel myself getting wet.

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“Mmmmmmmm,” I moan as he spanks me. The pain has been replaced with a tingling pleasure between my thighs and my ass is warmed by the blows.

“My my enjoying this are we?” Father Moss spanks harder. “Such a trashy little girl.”

“Uh-huh,” I moan and press my self against his legs, “Aaaahhhh,” Another blow.

The spanking stops and I feel his hand resting on my back. his other hand is still holding my head down. “Now let’s just see,” I feel a finger slip into my soaked cunt and I push against his finger. “My my still wanting to be punished?”

“Yes Father Moss. Punish me I have been so bad,” I push against him as he slips another finger inside me and begins to thrust his fingers in and out.

“I intend to punish you,” Father Moss continues to finger me until my cunt clamps onto his fingers. “Come for me, little one, come for me,” he murmurs.

“AH! Father I’m Coming! Ahhhhhmmmmmmmmm!” The orgasm rips through me and I push myself as hard as I can against his fingers……..to be continued…u fucking perv!;)

Once upon a time, in Las Vegas………….

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Dave had a business trip planned for Las Vegas and I was able to rearrange my schedule this time to go along. He surprised me by reserving rooms at a really nice hotel. It felt good to get away from it all. Plus, it had been awhile since we had the chance to get a little naughty away from home.

Dave took care of his business Friday which included a round of golf at a really nice club just outside of town. It’s amazing what they can do with the desert. We had Saturday free to do anything that we wanted.

After a wonderful day of sight-seeing, dinner, and a show, Dave and I headed off to the hotel bar. This was no tacky hotel lounge. It was a nice bar with several small areas, developing a cozy, quaint atmosphere.

After a few drinks and some slow dancing, I was really beginning to relax and feel warm all over. I was feeling really flirty and was teasing Dave by pressing my body against his crotch while dancing and rubbing his leg under the table.

I had just wrapped my tongue around the straw in my drink when my eyes saw two couples walk in. As it turned out, they were the friends that Dave had played golf with the day before. They were with their wives, a gorgeous blonde and brunette a few years younger than me.

They were from the area and had decided to go out and have some fun in the city. Dave invited them to join us at our table. Since both the guys were young and handsome and the two girls were rather stunning, I was happy Dave made the invitation.

We all had fun dancing and drinking and showing off just a little. All three of us girls were getting pretty tipsy and carefree. Pretty soon the teasing and flirting led the conversation to a sexual one and that’s when I found out the two wives were attracted to both sexes.

To be honest, I even found myself checking them out as much as I did the guys. They were hot to say the least. Their bodies were smooth and tight, with flawless, tanned skin. I could feel their eyes on me as well. It’s an odd feeling knowing that another woman is looking at you in a sexual way. Whenever we would move around in our seats, our legs, or thighs would touch and it would send a tingle through me.

Well, it started getting late, so Dave and I sadly excused ourselves. The fact that we were both incredibly horny sure helped us make our decision to leave. There was no hiding Dave’s arousal as he stepped out from the table. The girls both giggled and wished me good luck. They both stood up to hug me and the blonde whispered, “I hope it’s really good,” in my ear.

Dave teased me on the way to the suite about checking out the wives. I couldn’t deny it. He pressed me against the wall of the elevator and pushed my dress up my hips until I felt the cold wall against my panties. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly.

He leaned in and kissed my neck, sliding up to my ear and asked if he should go back and invite them up. I was so turned on that I could have told him to do it, but I was too nervous. I got out of it by telling him that I needed him inside me right now. Besides, they would still be around later and wouldn’t it be naughty if we decided to join them again in the bar after we had sex?

By the time we go to our room door, I was so worked up. I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like with one of those wives. Dave seemed to sense my thoughts and teased me about being a naughty girl. So naughty, that he thought we should get a little kinky. He blindfolded me and tied me spread eagled to the bed naked.

I made no complaints as he always takes care of my needs when I’m tied up. Besides, I was so horny by now that I would have let him do practically anything to me.

After going down on me and bringing me to a bed-shaking orgasm, he mounted me and slammed into me for all he’s worth.

After my second time cumming, he blasts his load inside of me and it feels so good. His seed was so hot, and I could feel it pulsing from his cock.

Instead of untying me right away, he placed a pillow under my butt and says he just wants to admire my body, and maybe take a few pictures. Again, I was so into the sexual feeling of it all I didn’t care what he did to me.

As I lay there drowsily relaxing in the afterglow, there’s suddenly a knock at the door. Now here I am, still blindfolded, tied spread eagled and naked, with our juices oozing out of me and Dave asks me if he should answer it.

Before I have a chance to speak, he says it’s our friends from the bar and he invites them in! Now I’m speechless so what else can I do but lay there on complete display for our new friends.

I hear them all come into the room and gather around the bed, knowing that they are staring at me. Dave informs me that they had planned all of this the day before while playing golf.

Then, one of the girls makes a comment about how sexy I look and that she too likes to be tied up from time to time. I can feel all of their eyes on me when the other wife says she thinks I’m lovely and asks Dave If she could have dessert.

I didn’t know what she meant until I felt her warm and talented tongue between my legs. I can hear belts and pants being undone. The sounds of pants hitting the floor are combined with the silky sound of dresses doing the same.

One of the guys steps up behind the girl that is eating me and enters her from behind. Her tongue pauses for a second and she grunts approvingly as she adjusts to his cock thrusting into her. Soon she picks up his rhythm and she begins licking me in time with his fucking her pussy. It doesn’t take him long before he shoots off inside of her.

The other wife says it’s her turn, so she begins licking my nipples and works her way down to replace the other woman at my pussy. All this is happening so fast and I’m just enjoying all the attention.

Suddenly, I feel the bed move near my head and I think Dave may be wanting some of my attention. I turn my head, expecting to take his cock into my mouth, but instead it’s the first girl. She tells me that it’s her turn and the next thing I know she is straddling my face. I’ve never even kissed another woman on the lips and now I’m about to lick her pussy. What else can you do but enjoy the moment? I love the taste of her, but soon get another taste altogether as her husband’s cum begins leaking out of her.

So here I am eating my first woman out and she has her husbands cum dripping out of her and the other woman is eating me out and now her husband is doing her from behind. All I can say is mmmm, mmmm, good.

When they both come, she swaps places with the first woman and I’m now eating out my second woman with her husbands cum dripping from her.

Wow, how much excitement can a girl take?

We are finally completely satisfied and exhausted and just all three women lay on the bed for a while with the women kissing me all over. Dave removes my blindfold and gives me a big kiss, telling me how much he loves me.

I couldn’t help but notice that all three guys are sporting huge hard-ons. These are young men in their prime and I want to taste their cocks. By this time I’m so far gone over the edge, that I’ll do anything. I tell them that if they would untie me, I would help take care of their situation.

All three sit on the edge of the bed and I get on my knees in front of the first and give him a blow job like he’s never had before. When he’s ready to explode, I let him pull out and spray me all over my face and breasts.

Then it’s the second one’s turn and I do the same for him. When it’s Dave’s turn, the other two wives take over and they both share his cock. When explosion time comes, he spurts all over their faces and breasts, too. It was so erotic to see that cock I know so well with another woman licking on it.

I wanted more cum, so I stepped over and rubbed my bare breasts against their chests and French kissed them. I loved the feel of my nipples rubbing against theirs. Soon I had mixed the cum from all three men all over my chest and face. I loved it.

Finally, exhausted and weak, we all lay back on the bed again while Dave takes a few more pictures.

We had a few drinks in the room and promised each other to get together again soon, real soon.

Pre-teens fucking on the football field

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Today was a fabulous day. I was the chaperone on a field trip at the school I teach at.

This boy and girl must have forgotten I was sitting in the seat to the left and behind them because on the way back those 2 little kiddos started making out pretty hot and heavy. It started out as a seemingly innocent kiss and within minutes his fingers were sliding in and out of her little cunnie and she was squeezing his pre-teen cock through his jeans.

I just kicked a leg up and watched them and started fingering myself under my dress. Most of the kids around them were asleep from the long days trip. Before long we pulled up to the school and most of the kids hopped in to the cars of their waiting parents. That young boy and girl that were making out so heavy headed for the football field instead though. Giggling on their way there. I decided to wait a few minutes and then followed behind them. Of course I wasn’t one bit surprised to walk up on them fucking behind the uniform/utility building. I leaned up against a pole and watched them in the moonlight while I rubbed my pussy. I came at the same time as I heard him grunt and his asscheeks tighten as he blew his hot load inside of her little cunnie.

Definitely a sight I am glad I didn’t miss. I love that school is back in session!

Tips are always accepted.

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I waitress at a local restaurant to earn a little extra cash and today a single guy who looked to be 18-19 walked in alone for breakfast. Though his tab was just $9 he left me a $30 tip. I noticed as I served him how he would stare at my tits and smile dreamily as I spoke but I had no idea this would lead to such a huge tip on such a small tab. Most nights I’d have to wait five or six tables before making that kind of cash and today I made that in one fell swoop. He was a nice kid, polite, well groomed, and well mannered and obviously very generous or very turned on or maybe both. Either way I want to thank you and I hope you cum back in so I can thank you personally for your generosity.