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The {Unforgettable} Date! A MUST READ!!!

I had been seeing this guy for about two weeks. I met him at a little cafe where I had lunch with friends. He was new in town and he had always seemed almost too good to be true, so attractive, intelligent, such a gentleman. He had promised to take me someplace special tonight and told me to dress really sexy for him. I thought, “Yes! this is going to be the night!”.

He picked me up at my place. I felt and looked beautiful; a vision, short black dress clinging to every curve, shoulder length blonde hair, and low vamp high heels that showed toe cleavage.  I said, “I dressed just for you and I’m wearing really sexy lingerie underneath.” He said, “You’re perfect!”

We got in his car and began driving to the dark side of town, a part of the city where anything and everything forbidden happens. I asked nervously “Where are we going?”  He said that he just had to pick something up for work.

He stopped at the most shady apartment building imaginable and asked me to come in with him because he didn’t want to leave me alone. I followed him up the stairs and was shown into the most dingy place I had ever seen. It smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. There were five guys sitting around in their soiled T-shirts watching porn.

I turned to my date with tears welling up in my eyes and stammered, “What’s going on?”  My date said, “Sweetie, you’re going to be the entertainment for the evening.”  He pushed me over to the guy in the middle…the biggest one.  He told me, “Strip for us, you little slut…It better be sexy.”

My fingers shook as I unzipped my dress…it fell slowly and I stepped out of it. The big guy, the one in the middle of the couch, drew me toward him and while the others held me he ripped off my bra and panties leaving me with just my stockings and heels.  He unzipped his pants and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. He told me to suck him off.  After I swallowed that first load they dragged me into a room with a dirty mattress and, then, well they made me do things that night I had never done before…gang banged, double and triple-fucked…circle jerked.  I had no choice…I only did as I was told, but the really strange thing was that after the initial shock, I began to get so damned hot that I came over and over again.

My date was the last one to really have at me that night and then suddenly… everyone was gone.  I collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and woke up in an empty room, my head swimming.  I found my things and called a cab.

Of course, I never saw him again or anyone else from that night of nights.  After a while, it began to feel as if I had dreamed the whole thing.

A barter for my dream vacation

It all started years ago, I was working my way through College and had very little spare money. I wanted to go on vacation, and really did not have the resources to do so. 

I got a brainstorm and I decided I would try to barter everything I needed for the trip. The project began by me going to my girlfriend’s Dad. His name was Mr. Clinton, and he owned a lucrative Travel Agency. I knew that he and his family always got lavish free trips. I sauntered into his office one day, on the guise of looking for Katie – his daughter. It was late, and Mr. Clinton was about to close shop for the day, He seemed very happy when I entered his office, I edged my way around his desk, I sat on the edge of his his chair, and I crossed my long shapely legs, exposing my bare pussy, that was peeking out under my little Sundress.

I knew I was on my way to Hawaii by the deep flush that appeared in Mr. Clinton’s cheeks. Without saying a word, he got up from his chair, went over to the door pulling it shut, and locked it. I could feel things starting to heat up, but just before he put his arms around me to kiss me, I asked him… I said, “Mr. Clinton?” Yes, he replied… “would it be possible for you to get me one of those free trips to Hawaii, like the ones you are always going on?” A smile beamed across his face, and he said “why certainly, Hailey” anything for you.

Mr. Clinton undid my dress, and his pants almost at the same time. His huge, hard 9″ cock standing at attention only made my pussy wetter. Not to mention that Mr. Clinton was a hottie! Lowering his mouth to my steamy hot cunt, he licked and licked me till I about to climax, just at that point, he pushed me back on his desk, and slid his now totally hard cock into my wet pussy, and fucked me senseless. I screamed out as I came, only to have him pull his dick out of me, and put it into my mouth.

I must say Mr. Clinton fucked my mouth furiously until he shot a huge load of cum down my throat, I drank every drop, with a big smile on my face, because I knew I was headed towards my long deserved vacation.

Occasionally I still fuck Mr. Clinton, Mostly because he is so cute and has such a nice hard cock, But the truth is, I really do it for fun, and my pussy is always satisfied, sometimes I even get a free trip! 

 

The Bitch and My Bitch

Last weekends hi jinx were very fullfilling for me. When asked for a re-cap as an assignment, My subbie-slave  responded with this… I found it so eloquent, I thought I should share:

We did not come together and I would have thought it was totally spontaneous except for the predatory way you were looking at my through the evening. And the totally sophisticated way that you were asking me to refresh your drink all night. I suppose I should have gotten the hint in the way you captured my eyes and drank the whole glass of water in one long intense pass. Time and time again. From close and from across the room.

Sometime into the evening, when the party is in full swing you come up behind me and run your fingers into my hair. Clench a fist. Whisper in my ear. “Do you wish to submit my pet?” “Yes Mistress. Please Mistress.”

In your hands are my waterproof cuffs and a spreader bar. Other items I cannot see. You take me into the bathroom. Leaving the door open. You take all the items from my pants pockets and throw them into the back of the drawer. Drag me into the shower.

Very soon I find myself in wrists cuffed to the chains, ankles cuffed to the spreader bar. My pants down around my knees. My t-shirt in shreds giving you access to my naked skin. The water is flowing, hot then cold then hot. You use it as a tool. My cock and balls bound up, stretched, hard, throbbing drooling. Clips on my nipples and other places on my skin.

You are spanking me. Hanging from the chains. My wet skin and your swinging hand making loud resounding sounds in the small enclosed space. It is nasty sexy and scary. Taking your time but definetely building, building. Taking what you need. Hurting me.

All the time it is obvious it is a party. Some people try to watch, but it is awkward and intimate. Besides, it is a bathroom and people need to use it.

You leave the shower door partially open. I cannot see out, but you can and you can see who it is and what they are doing reflected in the sink mirror. You are torturing my body with your hands and my mind with your words. Taunting, teasing.

Some people entering the bathroom are not as free as others. They close and lock the door despite the fact that you are obviously doing a very intense scene in the shower. You chat with some, show me off to some. My wet naked body. My inflamed spanked ass. The obvious lust in my eyes.

Then some one catches your eye and your fancy. A Domme, or a sub, someone sexy to both of us. I may not know her, or them if they came in together the way women do.

You stop them before they do their business and offer my use to them. They accept. I think I may pass out from lust and embarrassment, hanging on the chains.

They step into the shower and join the scene. Teasing my bound cock. Twisting my nipple clamps.

You lower the clips on my wrist cuffs and force me to my knees. My arms up and hanging from the chains. Wet, stripped naked. Wild hair. Totally willing. Your hand finds the nipple clamp. Your words find my ear.

Kneeling in the steamy stall surrounded by aroused hungry female essence. I am at worship. Prepared for anything. anything.

She is standing before me, leaning back against the tile. I am too ashamed to look into her eyes. Your fist in my hair forces me. Your words slide wetly into my ear sensous and all knowing, cutting through the last of my barriers. “look into her eyes.” “you want it don’t you?” “Yes Mistress.” “Open your mouth.”

Your fist tightens in threat. I can feel my welted flushed ass against the wet rough fabric of my jeans and I believe that your threat is genuine. Your fingers twist my nipple

I open my mouth. You slide a finger in exploring. Like you own me. “Stick out your tongue.” I comply. I am shaking in your hands. Quivering with the intensity of where you are taking my mind and my body. Pain has been building in my body, the water is splashing all around me, your words are taking me deeper and deeper and what you are offering me it the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate gift. A place of fantasy desire and worship.

Her legs open and she straddles me, leaning back against the tile wall, tilting her pelvis up to open and expose herself to me. Like a temple. Like a primal watering hole. A place of profound mystery.

Your hands steady me. Her fingers open her lips. Exposing all. They are swollen with lust, wet with desire. There is an incredible extended moment. A life time of anticipation for me.

And the first trickle emerges. It runs across her fingers and breaks free, dropping hotly onto my thighs. My body jerks in response and you tighten your grip.

Another stronger stream and she guides it. Flooding my throbbing bound cock. Spurts. Hot and intense. Bathing my cock. Forcing me to see how obvious it is to all of you that I am incredibly turned on by the humiliating place I find myself. My face burns with embarrassment. I cannot hide my arousal.

Your hands force me closer. Into the stream. It splashes across my belly, across my chest. My breathing is labored. My neck. My shoulders.

Your fist in my hair guides my head twisting and turning you place me in the flow. Across my chin, my cheek. Teasing me. She stops and holds it.

“Stick out your tongue my pet.” I do. It shakes like the rest of me. “Open your mouth.” I do and we all can hear my ragged breath.

You force my head between her legs. My arms stretch with the effort. My tongue tip barely touches the spread lips of her sex. Instinctively I search out the source of her flow. and her clit above. Licking to please. She says to stop. She cannot go if she is being turned on.

I can feel your breath in my ear, your fist in my hair, your fingers on my cock and balls, your eyes watching the experience on my face.

“Hold perfectly still no matter what.” I cannot reply, my mouth open wide tongue extended in such a nasty way. I hold still in your grip quivering .

We can all feel the intensity of her trying to relax against my tongue tip. My hot breath washing waves across her naked open sex.

As the anticipation grows, you begin to hurt me. Knowing I am at the peak of my arousal you begin to take what you ultimately need. Aroused as I am I can take alot. You are impressed and pleased. Watching my struggle to maintain composure.

Tears flowing down my cheeks. Trying to hold still and make you proud and you twist and torture my flesh. If I move I lose my gift. You know how desperately I want it. I will give you anything in this moment and you take it unflinchingly.

Fearlessly.

I can sense your flight, your pleasure, your pride in me before this woman.

and the gift is mine.

Her flow begins washing hotly across my tongue tip. In that small tiny place of contact worlds of sensation come to a climax.

It splashes, overwhelming me. Across my tongue, into my mouth, across my face, washing away my tears.

Your hand finds my cock with caresses then in that moment. It takes nothing to bring me to climax.

I come, bucking and writhing at the ends of the chains. Holding my face against her, licking again to share my pleasure and gratitude.

I pass out.
When I come to, she is gone and you are standing before me. Splashing me with the water massager. “Don’t go too far my pet. It is my turn now and I want you to swallow.”

My cock rises again desperately and my eyes shine with the desire to please. On my knees I lean forward again to give you whatever you wish.

Whatever you wish Mistress.

anything.

The Laundry Room

He lived a couple of apartments down from me. I used to try to run into him in the hallways and one night, I ran into him in the laundry room.

I was washing my work outfits, which basically meant loads of lingerie. I had dumped my bag out on the folding table and was sorting them out by color when he came in with a load of his own clothes. ‘Jackpot,’ I thought, as I started to slowly paw through my underthings, holding up first a green lace thong, then a red mesh one.

‘Oh, hi, how are you?’ I gushed when I saw him looking at my panties. ‘You live in 189, right?’ He nodded, and mumbled a hello, then began to sort his own clothing into the machines. I kept an eye on him out of the corner of my eye, and was pleased to notice he was still staring at my panties.

‘So, M_,’ I said, catching him in a full blown stare. ‘Which ones do YOU think look better?’ I finished, holding up the red and green pairs of panties. He sort of stammered a minute, looking down. When he looked up, I saw the grin on his face. ‘I don’t rightly know,’ he drawled, ‘why don’t you try them on and let me judge then?’

I stood there a second, rather surprised by this turn of events. However, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I smiled and lifted my skirt. The pair I currently had on were jewel blue silk panties, and I let him stare at them for a moment before I slowly slid them off my hips, down my thighs, and finally to the floor. I looked at him, still holding my skirt up, flashing him a nice clear look at my shaven muff. His grin got bigger, and (I noticed with satisfaction) so did his dick.

I turned around and grabbed the red pair of panties. This time I pointed my ass at him as I lifted my skirt, slooowly bent over, and stepped daintily into the fragile mesh panties. I pulled them up my calves, over my knees and made a show of situating the thong back properly. Then I turned around and posed, showing off the peekaboo-pussy effect of the stretchy material. ‘Panties number one!’ I announced.

‘Very nice, very nice,’ he said, and pretended to golf clap. I slid the red panties down over my hips, but this time I sat down on the bench next to the table to remove them completely, being sure to flash a little pink his way as I stepped out of them. Then I slid the green pair up my legs and sat back with my skirt around my waist and the panties around my thighs.

I thrust my hips in the air and slid them quickly up my backside, knowing he was getting a hell of a show. Then I stood and turned slowly around so he could see the gorgeous green lace against my pale skin.

‘Okay, cowboy,’ I purred at him. ‘Which ones?’

He pretended to think, and that’s when I noticed he had his cock in his hand and was gently jacking it while watching my show. I watched, feeling myself wetting the new panties.

‘I like the green lace ones,’ he said, sounding a little hoarse… then his cock started to leak precum. Keeping my skirt high over my hips, I walked over to him and kissed him. I felt his mouth open under mine, and his tongue enter me, and I sucked him further into my mouth. I pressed myself against him, kissing him deeply and hungrily, and felt his hand rhythmically massaging himself between us, against my belly.

I stood up on my tiptoes as high as I could and felt his hand moving now against my lace-clad pussy. I gently moved myself against his hand and his penis, feeling his heat through the panties, kissing him deeply still, his other hand buried in my hair as he kissed me back equally as hard. I lifted my leg and rested my thigh on his hip, humping him while he jacked off, and finally I felt him moan into my mouth and the wetness of his cum leaking through the panties he’d chosen for me, wetting me.

I slid off him, and slid the panties we’d both wet off my body. I kissed him again, this time gently, as I wiped him clean with them, and then dropped them into his basket.

Then I gathered my things up and walked out of the laundry room, knowing he knew I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt and hoping to hear from him again… very soon.

Let me take care of you tonight! xoxo

Let me take care of you. Allow yourself to leave it all behind, if only for a few minutes. I provide a caring spirit, erotic voice, intelligent (and sometimes hilarious!) conversation, creative role-plays, erotic story telling and the kind of intimacy you’ve previously experienced only in your wildest dreams! You see, even though we may be chatting for the first time, I come from your world. I have a professional background and a graduate degree. I am deliciously curvy, yet firm and athletic; I am all-natural, and have the drive and sexual energy of the horniest coed! I believe in having (and giving) it all yet keeping it real. I am a passionate woman, not just a cookie cutter “experience”. I love to love and I adore pleasure, if only for pleasure’s sake. When I share that feeling with a like-minded individual, it’s absolutely magical!
Let’s explore one other and see where we can take each other. On a scale of 1-10 my kinkiest is about a 20!
 
Can’t wait to pamper you!
Daphne

The beauty of your beast~

I almost cant believe my eyes. You stand before me, and I try to take it all in. The length. The girth. Every beautiful vein of this statuesque monster standing at full attention for me.

I take you into my small soft hands, caressing you. i lift the smooth rounded head to my lips. My tougue glides across the tip, savoring the small salty drop that has formed there.. Slowly I take you into my mouth as my eyes look past you to my husband sitting int the chair in the corner of the room, his own cock in his hand, stroking slowly.

Your cock fills my mouth, stretches my lips. I can feel the head hitting the back of my throat and it makes me gag. My husband loves this, he increases his rythym, his speed.

As do I.

I love the thickness of you….the smell of you, and I ache to have you inside of me.

But not until you are near insanity. I put my hans on your ass, driving your cock further, faster into my hungry mouth. I feel your balls rising, no longer beating against my chin , and i know… you are ready.

I move back onto the bed, allowing your cock to slip from my lips. I lay down and spread my legs wide.

You move onto me…one fluid movement , and you are inside me. Pleasure rushes thru me, as you lick at my nipples, making them hard as your assault n my pussy causes it to swell… I am nearing climax, as you can tell.

My husband is moaning in the corner, begging you to make me cum. You grab me under my hips, and raise me up, the angle causeing your cock to hit my G spot and before long, I explode, my pussy convulsing around your cock in orgasmic spasms. You throw your head back and errupt inside me, my pussy overflowing with your cum. Drained, you climb back from the bed, and my husband, engulfed with wanting, crawls submissively between my legs, and slurps your load from me as he cums in his own hand…my pleasure, his satisfaction. I glance over at you standing by the foot of the bed, your cock, still hard, beckons to me….

…yes, this beauty needs your beast…one more time….

Jersey’s Bukkake Party

Jersey loves dick!I started off the evening by laying down a large tarp on the floor.  I knew what was coming and I sure as hell did not want my carpet stained.  My ex-boyfriend (yeah I still fuck him… my bad) watched me appreciatively, drinking in my near naked body.  We had a little fun of our own before our guests were due to arrive.

Now this ex is from a while ago, not my last ex who was a prude lil bastard.  This ex is a kinky mother fucker with a big cock.  Sure he was a douche bag, but he is a good lay, so you can’t blame me for giving him a call now and then, can you?  Maybe I’m just a cold hearted bitch for dumping his ass… anyways I digress.

So he has always loved being watched and loved- group activities shall we say.  If it involved orgies, swinging, 3-somes, 4-somes, 5-somes, he was so there.  But there was something he’d never tried- a bukkake party.  Well, I am usually up for anything twice, so I said why the fuck not.

The tarp was on the ground, the lights in the room turned down a bit for more of atmosphere, and there I was, wearing nothing but a little black g-string.  Our guests started arriving and as they entered the room, I could feel them staring at me.  I loved the way they looked at my body as if I was a piece of meat and they were starving.  When the 6th guy arrived, it was time to started.

The others watched as I gave my ex a mind blowing blow job.  They were so fucking arroused by it, they all whipped their cocks out and started stroking- hard! I started rubbing my clit quickly watching them all, knowing what was going to happen.  My ex was first, he came all over my face and in my mouth.  God I love the taste of cum, its sooooo addicting.  His hot stickiness was on my mouth, my chin, and my cheeks and I could not wait for more!!  One of his friends was next.  He shot load right on my face too.  I could feel practically my entire face just covered in gooey cum!  I was licking my lips and furiously rubbing my clit, as I begged for more.  The 3rd came all over my firm breasts, which felt soooo good!  The 4th went back to my face and then to my breasts, god he had a LOT of cum!  The last two guys had me lay down and both shot cum all over my breasts and stomach at the same time.  Oh my god!!  I was fucking covered in hot sticky baby juice!  My ex told me to rub it all around me and I gladly did.  I am not sure I ever came so hard in my life!!!

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The Island…

I stared down the aisle. I could hardly take a step, let alone make it to the altar. And then I saw him, and I knew I had to take the first step. But not because I liked him, my best friend on the other hand was in love with him. So I caught the one tear that fell from my cheek and made my way down the aisle. I stood at the front of the church and smiled like I meant it.

I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t happy. My smile was fake when I did all my duties as maid of honor-dancing with the best man [a pompous prick named Mac], catching the bouquet, and making sure the limo was on time. I faked being happy when I was literally dying inside. My last single friend was single no more.

Some girls spent their entire lives being with one boyfriend after another, some spent their lives with that one special guy, and then some girls, like me, spent their whole entire lives single. And I truly had. When you are about to turn 26 and you have never been in a relationship ever, well you pretty much accept that it is never going to happen. I was fiercely independent and extremely picky, which wasn’t really the recipe for a relationship. I refused to settle, to compromise. And I didn’t. Each year more friends had begun to settle down until finally, today, the last one was married.

Being chronically single, my friends just always thought of me as the single girl. Earlier on, they had tried and tried to set me up with guys but it always failed. So they gave up and accepted that I would always be the wheel-3rd, 5th, 7th, even 9th-it didn’t matter. Besides my love life, everything else was great. I’d finished school, and my career was well on its way. I had a plan. When my career stopped distracting me, I would travel. Not perfect, but it was something. Despite however much I had accepted being forever single, this wedding was still crushing my heart.

The bride and groom had left, but the party was still going strong. I was enjoying champagne straight out of the bottle in the garden outside.

“We aren’t trying to get drunk, are we?”

“Fuck off Mac.” So I had forgotten Mac. He was single too, but hardly a friend.

“Well someone is a little feisty tonight.”

“I’m really not in the mood, okay?”

“Marriage is overrated.” I knew that in his own sick way, he was trying to cheer me up. I think he was trying to convince himself really. After all 34 is getting pretty old, for even a guy. He had already taken the bottle of champagne from me. His hands were all over me. His lips already to the spot on my neck that always, always seemed to make me melt.

“Not tonight Mac, not tonight.” I pushed him away.

A few years back I had lost my virginity to Mac. I couldn’t stand him but he was always around. And even I couldn’t deny how gorgeous he was. I just figured that if I was always going to be single, I might as well lose it to a hottie that wasn’t going to take advantage of me. No one ever really caught on that anything had happened between us. So we let it happen again and again and again. In the years since, we had went home together quite a many times. However, we only really got along in the bedroom. We usually fought the whole way back to his place or mine. But if we made it to the bed in one piece, I couldn’t resist him.

“Please Mag. I don’t have it in me to fight with you tonight.” And so I didn’t. There was no point really. I would have gone with him no matter what.

“Your room or mine.” I laughed. I stood up and pulled him up too. The trouble with destination weddings was the need for massive amounts of hotel rooms.

“I couldn’t care less.” He added, kissing me hard. I was surprised. First kissing my neck, then this. We didn’t even touch each other when we were in public.

“What’s with you tonight?”

“I only know how to do one thing with you, other than fighting.” We made it to his room without being seen.

I always had left his place before the morning. Only couples woke up together. But I made an exception. It was, after all just a hotel room.

“You’re still here?” He asked surprised when he woke up.

“I am. There is just a lonely hotel bed waiting for me.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Me waking up here doesn’t mean anything.”

“Am I not allowed to tell you that you’re pretty?”

“Nope. Definitely not.”

“Well excuse me. I didn’t realize that we had rules to hooking up now.”

“I’m going now.” I said kissing his cheek. He knew better than to argue with me. And I wasn’t one to stick around.

“Goodbye Mag.”

I went to my room, took a shower, and packed up my stuff. Okay, maybe sleeping with Mac is incredibly shallow. And I know that it really doesn’t solve anything. But sometimes, well a lot of times, it just happened, and I was okay with that.

I caught my flight home. The next day I went back to work and put the wedding behind me.

….too be continued…..

When I was a teen girl…

When I was eighteen years old I got fucked for the first time. I wanted it too! My uncle Bobby caught me masturbating with a coke bottle in the barn. He pulled the coke bottle out of my pussy, and started sucking on it. Then he made me beg him to fuck me. While he was sawing his prick in and out of me he made me tell him what I wanted. When I told him cock, he asked how much. With his ten inch dick in my hot little hole I would have said or done anything. He wanted to know if I had ever fucked his brother (my father). When I told him no he said that he’d have to fix that. The thought of being hammered by Daddy’s dick made me explode in my first real cunt crunching orgasm

The Parking Lot

He slid into the booth, put his hand on my knee and kissed me hello.

He looked pleasantly surprised when he ran his hand up my thigh and discovered my nylons were actually lace stay-up stockings. As a result, his hand did not leave my upper thigh the entire evening.

We ordered drinks and engaged in the requisite small talk. Occasionally he would lean in to kiss my lips or neck. I didn’t mind – at least it was a clear signal that he was interested.

After a few hours of talking he walked me back to my car and leaned in for a final kiss. He had me pinned – my back to the car door, with one arm around my waist. Then without warning his other hand quickly slipped under my skirt and into my panties. My gasp of shock quickly turned into a moan as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and began rubbing my clit – immediately resulting in heat, wetness and my pulling him closer to me.

He began nibbling on my earlobe, whispering that he wanted to fuck me tonight- there in the parking lot- in the back seat of my car.

I hesitated. Torn between caution and desire. But I’ve never been a fan of car sex – it’s cramped and something that I associated with horny teenagers avoiding their parents, not consenting adults. Besides – I felt it was good to make him wait a bit.

That decision made in my head, I couldn’t help teasing him a little first – biting his lower lip and rubbing his crotch while I pretended to consider his proposition.

I could feel his cock straining for release, so I unzipped his pants to lightly caress it – glad for the moment that we were in a relatively isolated corner of the parking lot.

As I was about to send him on his way for the evening, he took matters into his own hands – yanking down my panties and lifting my leg over his hip. He rubbed his erect cock against my hot slippery cunt, telling me again how much he wanted me.

I moaned my submission and felt him thrust into me at that same moment. No hesitation- outside the car in a public parking lot. He slammed into me hard and fast, and we were done before anyone had the chance to come out and notice us.

He demurely kissed me goodnight, told me that it was nice meeting me and that he hoped we could do it again soon.

I agreed with the sentiment.