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I surrender to you….
Here I am for you, to do with as you please.
Are you my strong dominating man who will bring me to my knees? Not just telling me you’re in charge but showing me as well. I’m in the mood for some discipline. How far are you willing to go today and how severe will you take it? I’ll be your ultimate pain slut and you can live out all your controlling fantasies with me. You can make me the obedient sex slave you have always wanted. I’m ready to submit.
I love pleasing military men! There’s nothing more sexy than having a bunch of men in their uniforms circled around me jacking off to my amazing body! I want to just kneel down and taste all of their cocks and have them spray their juicy thick loads all over my face. The more cum the better. I want one of their cocks in every one of my holes, filling me up with all of their pent up frustration. I feel like it’s repayment for the service they give to our country… I’m just doing my part, right? Thank you for your service boys! Now cum fuck me senseless!
It’s snowing out and I got a flat tire on the side of my country road yesterday. This is the absolute worst place to get a flat! No houses as far as the eye can see and a dead cell in my passenger seat. And to make things absolutely worse, I’ve never changed a flat in my life! I was sitting in my car, not knowing what to do for probably an hour when I saw a truck in my rear view. I climbed out quickly and flagged them down. Two men pull up and I explained my flat tire and my inability to speak car language at all. I see them look at the tire and then eye me up and down. They look at each other and smirk. They obviously find me attractive in my tight ripped blue jeans and tight black hoodie with my blonde hair cascading down my back. I popped the trunk and leaned far over so that they could get a good look at my ass – figured ‘hey, it’s the least I can do to repay them’. I turned around slowly and could tell that they liked what they saw – their cocks were hard in their jeans and they were struggling to hide it. I gave them a slow smile… walked past and slowly let my hands graze past both of their hard packages and then thanked them for helping me. They got to work but I could see it was difficult for them to get down and start working, I giggled and got back into my car and waited for them to finish. A few minutes later I was good to go, I got out to help them put everything back in my trunk and that’s when things changed. All of the sudden my head was held down in the trunk while the other guy started pulling down my tight jeans and exposed my tiny pink thong. OMG!!! I started screaming but there was nobody around for miles. “You didn’t think we were going to change your tire for free, did you?” I felt a hard cock start rubbing against my pussy and start pushing slowly in, in and out, in and out, until he fully slammed it in. I struggled, I kicked, I tried everything in my ability but was being strongly held down by the other guy. “Omg she feels sooo good and tight!!! Pull her out and make her suck your cock while I bury my cock deep in her wet cunt!!” I felt my hair being pulled and I was dragged out of the trunk and pushed down on all fours. The gravel bit into my knees and palms and all of the sudden a cock appeared at my lips. My hair was pulled so hard I started to scream again and my throat was filled with a hard cock. I couldn’t help it, the feeling of having a hard cock in my pussy and a hard cock in my mouth was turning me on. I swear it was involuntary but I started sucking that gorgeous hard cock for all I was worth, I started bucking on the hard cock in my pussy like I was at a rodeo. Both of them came at about the same time, filling both of my holes and I sucked it all down as if it were the best tasting meal I’d had in a long time. They got up then I got up, we all looked at each other, smiled, I thanked them for their help and we got back in our cars and drove off. Best tire change ever!
I’m frustrated. It’s early morning and I’m on the bus to work and I’m late. In fact, it appears the whole city is on this same damn bus, it’s packed. There’s no place to move, barely enough room to breathe in here. 6 more stops to go. The bus stops and more people cram on board, this is ridiculous. I feel myself getting more frustrated. The bus starts to move and I feel a warm body press against my ass and back. Big hands grab my small waste. I go to swat them off but I can’t move. I feel the hands start to slide lower and start slowly caressing my firm ass. I try to wiggle away, try to tell the stranger to fuck off, but it’s so loud and packed my voice isn’t heard. His hands start to pull up my short skirt, slide up my smooth thighs and find my thong. I start to panic but feel my pussy getting wet. “This is not happening!!!” He pushes my thong aside and his fingers slip through my soft, freshly shaven, pussy folds and find how wet I am. He leans against my ear and I hear him whisper how amazing I feel… I try to close my legs but they’re refusing to move, my body hasn’t felt pleasure in such a long time… I moan as I feel his fingers start to fuck my soaking wet pussy. 3 more stops until I get off. I feel him unzip his pants. Feel his big hard cock slap against my ass as he pulls it out. I quickly look around – nobody is looking, nobody notices, nobody cares that I’m about to be fucked and I don’t even know who it is! I feel the tip of his cock push against my pussy. My ass arches back against my will, inviting him to take all of me, to make me cum. 2 more stops until I get off. He slams himself into me, repeatedly. He whispers what a good little slut I am. That he’s been watching me on this bus for months, not noticing him and that he couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed my pussy. It was his now. Nobody else’s. I agreed as I let him slam into me, over and over again. Fucking my pussy into sweet submission. “Omg yeah baby, your pussy feels so fucking good, omg baby, I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum, I’m going to cum in you tomorrow as well, and the next day…. Your pussy is mine now, do you understand?!!!” He spills his thick white load into me with a “Sweet Jesus”. I cum all over his big thick dick. We stand there for a moment. The bus stops to let people off. All of the sudden he’s gone. My skirt falls down and I’m left soaking wet with cum running down my legs. I don’t even try to dry it off. I let it run down. I want to smell it and feel him on me all day. I’m already looking forward to tomorrows bus ride.
I’m waking up and I feel amazing. I’m in a fog and I feel warmth between my legs. Licking and licking, I feel the tension building, “Ohmygawwdyesssyess…don’t stop please, don’t stop!!.” I scream in my head.
I’m grinding my dripping wet pussy all over. Wait… I realize I don’t know who is between my legs. Panic sets in and I wake up. I go to sit up but am being held down. What am I being held down by? My hands are tied above my head. Oh my god this feels so good! This can’t feel good! I go to say stop but realize something has been shoved into my mouth, my panties?! I can smell myself.
The tension is right there, I’m so close, I’m going to cum. I can’t cum for whoever this is but it’s not letting up. OMG I’m so so close! Right when I’m about to tumble over the edge it stops, “NOOO!!!” I scream in my head. The figure stands up and I feel the head of a very hard cock start to push into my throbbing wet pussy. I try to make out who it is but it’s so dark, I can’t see. Then all of the sudden he is in to the hilt and I moan so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear.
“SHHHHH, you’ll wake your mother…” – he says.
The voice is so familiar but I can’t stop thinking about how amazing his large cock feels inside of me. Slamming into me, over and over and over again…
“Oh god baby you feel so fucking good! I’ve wanted to fuck your gorgeous body for so long, I just couldn’t keep myself away any longer.” He’s breathing hard, grunting as he slams into me, he’s getting close to cumming, we are both so close to cumming, almost there, and right when we both fall over the edge of orgasm, I realize who it is….
If you want to know who woke me up, call me.
I go to the gym every day with the sole purpose of seeing you and teasing you. I know you’re watching me while I’m on the stair master. With every step my ass gets harder, tighter, bigger! I can see you in the mirrors, watching the sweat roll down my back and watching my ass move up and down. You adjust yourself and you look around, I see the realization that we are alone in the gym dawn in your eyes. Your head snaps back to me, are you thinking about what you could do to me right now? What you’d like to do to my ass? Would you like to bend me over the bench press, spread my cheeks wide open and shove your hard dick into me? Nobody would hear my screams of pleasure and pain as you forcefully shove all the frustrations of your monotonous daily life repeatedly into me. Do you want to push me against the mirrors? Nobody would see your hand wrap around my throat as you tell me what a hot fucking slut I am, shoving your cock deep into my dripping wet pussy and filling me with your thick hot cum. Our eyes lock in the mirrors in front of us, I smirk and I roll my yoga pants down a little bit more so that you can see my tramp stamp and the fact that I’m not wearing any panties… it’s your move, what do you want to do?!
It started off when Andrew, my friend picked out a pair of shoes for me that I really liked. He was always sweet and thoughtful. Most people thought he was gay. I thought so to, but he never made comments about guys or anything like that. He knew how to dress and his hair was spiked with highlights. He would be pretty had he been a girl.
We went to his apartment when we left the Mall, because his was always neat and clean. I had panties on my floor where I hadn’t done laundry for a week. Besides, he made a great Margarita.
He bashed me for going without a pedicure, and brought out one of those foot soaker-massage buckets and put my feet in it. The other reason I like being friends with Andrew is that he does nails and hair great. He didn’t do it for a living. He works in a bank, but he is awesome.
Andrew put some soaking stuff in the water that smelt like I was in a spa. After my feet had soaked for a while he scrubbed my heels, the balls of my feet, and the outsides of your pinkie toes. I felt a little embarrassed seeing dead skin come off my feet, but Andrew didn’t seem to mind that at all. I liked the way he held and touched my feet. He took care of my cuticles and then he started rubbing a lot of moisturizing cream into my feet.
I didn’t realize it until I felt it move that my foot was on his cock. I pretended not to notice and he didn’t say anything about it. I picked up a magazine from the coffee table and held it up to my face.
I was so curious. I mean I thought the guy was gay. I moved my foot a little at a time, so I could get a better sense of it. I bit my lip, because it felt like it was huge. I pushed my toes up into his crotch and found his balls. I don’t think that I realized what I was doing. I rubbed over his hard cock with the bottom of my foot, and he put the bottom of my other foot to his lips.
I put down the magazine. Andrew was moaning and grinding his cock against my foot. I could feel a twinge in my pussy. I realized then that Andrew was not gay. Well, not all the way gay anyhow. He started sucking on my toes and opening his pants.
He pulled his cock up out of his pants and I could have fainted. I tried to think how he could have kept a cock that size hidden. I pushed it up against his stomach and it was longer than my foot. It was circumcised and had thick veins. I had never been fucked with a cock as big as that.
He switched my feet putting moisturizer on the other one. My foot slid up and down the underside of his cock easier. I felt like a slut, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was getting hornier by the second. Then pre-cum oozed from the tip of his dick.
He put my other foot down on his lap, and I started stroking his cock with both my feet. He didn’t look at me, but I watched the expression on his face, while he fucked his cock between my feet. I could imagine what his big cock would have felt like inside of me.
He grunted and started coming. I jumped, but I kept my feet on his cock. It was a lot of cum. His cum squirted out on my legs and some got on my crotch, which was interesting because that was the last place I expected his cum to go.
I rubbed his spilled cum all over his cock with my feet. He leaned back in the chair he had sat in front me and moaned. Seeing the pleasure he was getting from the foot-fuck, I wanted to get fucked myself.
Andrew’s cock softened only a little before it got really hard again. He pushed his pants down and off, and then pulled off his shirt. It was like I was seeing him for the first time. His skinny body was heavily toned, like a skinny body builder. It was definitely sexy. I mean, really hot.
He looked down at my feet and began thrusting his big cock between them again. He still didn’t look up at me. He spread his legs wide and I saw that he had shaved all the hair from between his legs. He rubbed the tops of my feet, and that time, when he began to cum, breathing like he was having a spasm.
I let out a little yelp when his cum shot so far that it hit me in the face. Not just on drop, but several thick streams. I didn’t realize how much he came until I looked down at myself. I had cum on my face, neck, breast, crotch, and both my legs and feet.
He looked at me and started laughing. I was drenched in cum and I started laugh too. I licked some cum from my cheek without thinking and he started laughing harder. It took us a while to calm down.
I still was curious about Andrew’s sexual orientation. Was he gay, bi, straight, or what? I asked him. He said that he was straight in a way. That he was into women’s pretty feet. He said that he could fuck my feet all day long. He said that he didn’t care if people called him gay. He said that the girls closest to him all had pretty feet. He said that I was the only one of our friends that he had foot-fucked.
I had put my feet back against his cock and balls while we were talking and his cock got hard again. I had never seen a guy get hard again so soon after cumming before. I asked him what if a girl wanted him to fuck her. He said that he would if he could play with her feet while he did it.
Hmmmmm. Maybe he’s just a PEDI-file…LOL!
Oh, god…I can’t believe I woke up feeling this way! I can’t believe I’ve suffered this incessant need ALL day! I tried everything this morning to ease this need in my panties. Rubbing, stroking, scratching–I took a shower and rubbed the soapy, slippery scrubby between my thighs for what felt like half an hour, trying to relieve this burning need. Trying to scratch this desperate itch deep inside!
How many different settings did I try on the shower massager? Geez…I don’t know; spray, slow pulse, then fast and hard, and back again, all trying to get some sort of deep, intense relief. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
All I did was take the edge off for a little while, leveled the top, but within ten minutes of drying off, it was there again, mocking me, taunting me, climbing right back up to an unsurmountable peak.
Because of it, I debated, dress slacks for today, or nylons and a skirt? I chose the skirt, in the hopes that the lighter material covering my crotch would air out the dampness, maybe even dry up the need…but I wasn’t that lucky. I squirmed in my car, shifting gears, changing lanes. I squirmed in my office chair, reading emails, typing reports.
I bit my lip through a meeting, then hurried off–no, I *escaped* to the ladies’ room, as soon as it was through, and I did things with my fingers in there that shouldn’t be done in an office bathroom stall. I touched myself over and over, each time I visited the loo, prodding and poking and seeking a finger-based relief, but it still wasn’t enough. It was hard to stifle my moans and present a polished, professional façade, and I was hungry for something that my lunch of chicken salad and a soda simply could not satisfy.
I know my co-workers looked at me askance a few times through the; they knew there was something going on with me, something I was trying to hide. But not one of them had a clue as to the throbbing itch I desperately needed to satisfy.
About an hour before the end of work, I knew I was defeated. There was no way I could focus, not with IT, between my legs, ruling supreme over body and mind. It was all I could do to pretend to work; the client I spoke with on the phone no doubt thought I was insane, breathing a little too heavily, pausing between replies as I gnawed on my lip, holding back the urge to shove my hand up under my skirt and go at it for all I was worth. With only ten minutes to go, I nearly did just that, then Thompson came in and wanted to go over the Hong-Wu file for some last minute changes, and I had to pretend my hand wasn’t already up at the top of my thighs, trying to dig a convenient hole through my pantyhose.
Do you think you have what it takes to scratch my itch?
Call me! I quiver with anticipation….
As a little girl I loved to play dressup, and not much has changed! Every Halloween I get all dressed up, and this year is no exception…..went out and got this sweet little getup at the fetish store….hows that for a naughty nurse? Anyone for medical play today? Or how about just a routine checkup? Maybe youre a dirty boy in need of a sponge-bath? Or a REALLY dirty boy who needs an enema!
Call me today and I will honor Halloween special!
Trick…or treat! the choice is yours, Candyman!
Sleeping.
Your face, if it could be so, is even more beautiful, more handsome now.
I continue into the room, careful to be silent. I set my things down, and shrug out of my light jacket, letting it fall soundlessly across the back of the chair.
Unzipping the dress I’m wearing, slowly, ever mindful of not waking you, I let it slide down, til it pools at my feet. Stepping out of it, now wearing only my bra and panties, I kneel beside the bed.
Carefully, slowly, I pull back the light blanket and sheet covering you, watching your face, gauging the expression. Hoping you stay sleeping long enough for what I would like to experience. Pleased that you are naked beneath, I smile as I see exactly what I wanted to: Your cock; soft, hooded within the silken foreskin, lies between your thighs, nestled in the surrounding, golden pubic hair. It’s not often that I see it this way, so I just look a while, partly loathe to disturb your slumber, but mostly because I find it fascinating, arousing, this way. I love to think of ways to explore, to experience you, and this is still so new to me. I stifle a nervous chuckle, knowing the exact expression I would encounter were you awake: A fond, amused smile, your eyes bright and sharp with desire even so.
I can see the bulbous shape of your cockhead within its sheath. I change the angle of my view, trying to see inside the opening at the tip, realizing how much I want to push the tip of my tongue within that cloak of soft flesh to taste, to coax it out to play. I find myself swallowing, aware now that I am salivating. I lean over you, hovering close, my lips mere millimeters from the shrouded tip, parted, a barest hint of warm breath might be all that you feel.
My eyes flick to your face, reading no sign of wakefulness, yet. Smiling to myself, secretively, I inhale through my nose, catching your scent. An inward, unheard growl of hungry desire is felt throughout my being. My upper teeth scrape at my lower lip, catching it softly there as I nuzzle the tenderest flesh of you, not touching, merely taking the heat from your outer covering, my breath, my own warmth the only contact, just yet, and caressing every bit of you with it, from the root where it disappears amidst the tangle of hairs, out over the tip, and beneath to your balls.
Barely, I contain the urge to go at you with all the enthusiasm now rising, clamoring within me. No, now is a time for patience, a time to savor this. My eyes drink you in, my lips absorb the heat of you, my nostrils bring your scent to my soul, my ears attuned to your unique breath patterns. I deny my sense of taste, just now, though I run my tongue over the surfaces of my mouth in anticipation. My fingers long to stroke you, my lips to kiss the silk-robed cock I crave so.
I lift my head for a time, content to watch your face, your chest rising and falling evenly, your head turned to one side, snoring quietly. Smiling, again, finding myself quelling a desire to move right up and kiss you awake, I look at your hands. One lying alongside your hip, the other tucked up beneath the pillow under your head. I love your hands.
I’ve always had a “thing” about arms and hands. Something about them implies the veined strength of manhood normally kept clothed. My panties are dampening, clinging to my pussy. Cupping myself much as you do, absorbing the heat, there, then bringing that palm to my face, fingers splayed over nose and below my eyes, inhaling my scent.
I hold that hand then below your nose and mouth, letting you draw in that same scent, hoping to sweeten your dreams just before I wake you.
I also know I’d better move to the enjoy my explorations before you waken, knowing how swiftly your cock fills and forsakes its covering. I kneel again, beside you, hovering over you, my mouth again open, my tongue waiting just behind parted lips.
My lips surround the tapered tip, my tongue slips into the opening. I suckle so gently at the folded flesh, my tongue alive with the intense taste found inside and around the tip of your cock. I stifle a heated moan, my eyes lidded, watching you as you rouse, my senses now completely awash with you.
Even now your cock fills, stiffening, thickening, the space inside growing smaller, my tongue greedily, hastily probing every part of it, then flicking foreward and back swiftly at the bit of connective tissue just beneath the head as it pushes forth to meet me. I taste your precum as it drizzles out, the moans of pleasure mingled with happy gasps of breath taken through my nostrils, so intent my mouth upon devouring you as to forego breathing.
I let my hand encircle the shaft at its base, with soft, downward stroking motions, smiling around you as I feel the smoothness of your recently shaven shaft, knowing why you did this. So aroused by that thought, as in everything you do for me, with me…to me.
Opening my eyes, knowing you’ve wakened, I find your gaze, the expression there somewhere between euphoria and spontaneous combustion. I hold that gaze, letting the meeting of our eyes flare with intensity unmatched, feeling its heat throughout eternity, knowing there is no more suited mate for my passions.
Climbing onto the bed, I kneel between your thighs, my hands now at either side of your hips on the bed to support the weight of my upper body, and crouch down, my mouth the only contact on you, holding your shaft erect as I mouthfuck you. My lips tight around you, they slip past the crown with a pop, making me think of how your cock sinks into my tight ass ring, how that grip, that clenching is felt throughout me, and the filling pressure behind, the way your heat slides along my inner walls, the way your thrusts bring that pressure to repeated crescendos. How hard I cum when you fuck my ass.
I lift a hand again to encircle the shaft, letting you see, sweeping my hair aside with the other hand so you can watch as I lick at your cock like an ice cream, but with infinitely more pleasure. I kiss the head, then, my lips round, working apart and then closed, suckling softly then pushing it from my mouth, imitating the way my mouth works when we kiss. Slurping gently, with more enthusiasm, letting my lips ride down your shaft, loosely at first, then tightening, maintaining suction, alternating it, my moans vibrating the shaft, the breath from my nostrils blowing on the wet skin of your fucktool.
I can’t help but push my free hand into my panties, my middle finger delving instantly into the needy opening, coated now with my slick juices. The pressure, the friction of my hand over my clit force me beyond the edge. I cum around my finger, my lips now paused around your shaft, my cries of ecstasy muffled by its presence in my mouth. Every muscle in my body heaves with pleasure. I withdraw my hand, and show you my slick fingers, drawing them beneath your nose, but not letting you have but just a taste, loving the groan that elicits, the subsequent tightening of your shaft in my mouth.
My hand now moves down beneath your balls, I spread my knees to push your thighs apart. My slick fingers push over your tight sphincter, coating you with my wetness, driven wild by thoughts of you doing this to me, knowing how good this is, knowing your response will inflame me further, even on the heels of orgasm. My fingertip rests there, where the opening will be as you relax to me, a slight wiggling urging it so, my eyes watch your expression as I increase the pressure, the combination of lubrication and pressure, the sensations of near release relaxing the grip of your ass.
Your cock spreads, lifting, the increase in size and girth noticeable, also the reaction as I push my finger further in and curve it gently, wiggling it within your opening, being tender and yet knowing these smallest of motions translate hugely there. My eyes watch you with the sheer satisfaction and wild heat of a jungle cat at a bloodfeast.
Your grunts of pleasure build fires in me, that quickly devour my self control. I let my finger push into you to the second knuckle. Curving that finger forward, stroking, thrusting, twisting slowly inside you. The first spurt of your cum floods my mouth and I swallow reflexively, then back my lips from your cock to let your cream fly in ropes over my face, my mouth open to catch the spray, arching my back to catch some along the tops of my breasts.
Bending my head to place my mouth over your cock again, sealing around the crown, I drink the rest, my eyes never leaving yours. I let my finger work out of you in thrusts, each one a little shallower than the last, in sync with your convulsing muscles, listening still to the strangled gasps and groans of your orgasm, knowing then that I can’t possibly rest until I cum again, and knowing exactly what I want in that regard.
I lift my lips from you, my face still covered with your cum, whispering, “Ohhh, baby….that was goooood…so good. Thank you for cumming for me so I could drink it, so I could wear it…I love to fuck you while I suck your cock….love to watch you cum. You are beautiful….to me….Mmm.” I lick at my lips, reaching as much of your cum as I can, trailing my fingertip through it and letting my tonguetip clean it much as it does your cock.
I moan wantonly and then crawl up your body to kneel over your shoulders, spreading my thighs to display the sodden panties to you, to tease your senses, hoping….whispering to you, “I want you to eat my pussy, lover….fuck me with your tongue, suck my clit….kiss my hole….god, baby….just saying it….so….horny…..” My hips slide up, forward and back over your mouth and nose. Your expression, your response exactly as I hoped….
