picture to words 4

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erotica, office sex, oral sex, picture to words

*** this is what I like to call “picture to words”. I find an erotic image on the net and it inspires me to write an erotica piece ***

 

Even though he worked from home, Sharon’s husband was always working. He locked himself away in his office and she was often left to her own devices. She didn’t mind on most days, but found it ridiculous on the weekends. She often wondered if Clark was married to her, or his job.

On this particular Sunday, Sharon had had enough. Sunday was a day for rest and relaxation and quite frankly, Clark was neglecting her! So much so, that she has had to take matters into her own hands one too many times for her liking. As she lazily ran her fingers over her wet slit, Sharon decided it was time to get Clark’s attention. She straightened her floral print dress, left her panties on the floor, and walked into the kitchen. It was still early enough in the day, and Clark most likely had finished his first cup of coffee, so she went ahead and poured him another.

She walked down the hall to his office door and gave it a gentle tap before she opened the door and entered. Clark was busy typing away at his computer and perusing one of the many reports on his desk. Sharon walked over and placed the fresh cup of coffee down. Her husband did not move from his work. She cleared her throat. Still, his typing echoed in the room.

“Clark,” she begged his attention.

“Oh! Hmmm… what?” Clark responded absentmindedly.

“I brought you some more coffee,” she continued.

“Oh. Right, right. Just set it over there,” his eyes never moved from the screen.

Sharon sighed deeply. “Clark?”

“Yes, dear?” He flipped through a few pages of a report, tapping his pen on the table.

“I brought you something else,” she replied while lifting the hem of her dress so far up, her perfectly smooth pussy became exposed to his viewing. She could see its reflection in the glass desk top.

Just when she thought she might have to put her fist down on the table, Clark managed to put his reports aside on the desk and turn to look at her. “And what is thaaaa?” He was unable to finish his sentence as he saw what was in front of him.

“Do I have your attention now, Clark?”

He slowly nodded his head in agreement, mesmerized by the glint of the ring he gave her when they first started dating all those years ago and how it stood out agasint the luscious triangle of skin between her thighs.

“Good,” she said, as she made her way around the desk and to her husband. Clark rolled his chair away from the desk and Sharon lifted her dress and allowed her naked buttocks to sit on the glass. She spread her legs wide, resting a foot on each arm of the chair. Clark had a nice view of her plump lips, glistening with need. “You’ve been neglecting me, Clark.”

“Yes, yes I have,” he admitted as he felt his erection begin to grow.

“Fix it,” Sharon demanded. Clark felt his arousal burn, never having seen this side of his wife before.

Clark slipped down on his knees before Sharon’s spread thighs. She kept her feet on the chair, spreading her legs wider and giving him full access. His hands were at her hips immediately, digging into the soft flesh, as he pulled her into him. His mouth covered her pussy. She felt the warmth of his tongue as it danced circles around her clit and lapped hungrily at her slit. Her moans came quickly. She didn’t hold back her lust for him, not this time. Her hand went to his head and she grabbed a fistful of his hair as she pressed him even harder against her. Her hips began to grind into his face.

“Oh, Clark!” She gasped. He slid two fingers inside her and began stroking her gspot. “Oh, don’t stop!” She begged.

He wasn’t going to stop. Nothing was going to stop him from making his wife come right there on his desk. He continued to devour her as his fingers thrust inside her. Her moans began to climb and her muscles began to clench. He knew she was close. He wanted her to come for him. He wanted to feel her spasm around his fingers. He thrust even harder into her and a new sensation over came Sharon that pushed her right over the edge.

Suddenly, a guttural scream ripped from her body, as it began to tremble. Clark felt her muscles spasm hard around his fingers, but to his surprise, a small flow of liquid began running down his fingers and tongue. He lapped this up, enjoying the taste of her orgasm. It coated his chin as well.

Sharon’s thighs were still trembling as she let her legs drop and Clark sat back in his chair in front of her. He scooted closer to her and she leaned into him, kissing him deeply and tasting her on his lips.

“Wow, that was amazing,” she purred. “I don’t think I ever felt anything like that before.”

“No,” Clark smiled as he wiped his chin. “I don’t think you have either and I can’t wait to make you feel that again.”

Sharon smiled and leaned in to kiss her husband again. She let her hand wander down and felt his erection through the fabric of his trousers. “Shall we see about making you feel good now?” She cooed.

There was no getting around it, that glass desk top was smeared with their lust and Clark had some lovely memories to relive on Monday morning as he cleaned things up and put things back in order for the new work week.

© Secret Desires

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fours

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dominance, finger fuck, submission

***Listen to this story being read here***

A piano bench, elaborately upholstered in the softest velour, in the center of the empty room. Lit by spot light from above, I am the show. Light captures the curves and dips of my back with each breath I take. On all fours, I catch your movements out of the corner of my eyes. I dare not look up. My vision focused on the burgundy fabric, occasionally looking at your finely shined boots as they pass by. Your step is as heavy as your hand on my hip.

Your fingertips trail up my spine causing an eruption of goosebumps along my skin. Your hand presses into my hip and I arch my back even more. I feel your palm slide down to my ass and I inhale softly. A loud smack bounces off the walls and I feel the heat welt up. Instantly, moisture begins to gather between my thighs.

“Spread.” Your voice deep and confident.

My knees spread apart to the edges of the bench.

“Down.”

I clasp my hands below me, folding my elbows into the fabric and laying my face over my hands. My back arches, pushing my face into the bench and my ass into the air. The air breaks into a whipping sound. The stings come sharp. I groan softly. Your persistence with the cane works my flesh. I hate the cane. You know this. It’s sharp and painful and I can barely take what you give me, but you know how much I love it. As much as I hate your cane, I can’t stand but love it. For every sting you give me, a collection of arousal gathers within my folds. The sting I crave as much as I hate.

The last blow comes hard and I nearly fall over, vocalizing my distaste, tears collecting in my eyes. You walk to the front of the bench, my eyes on your boots. I startle as the cane taps me on the chin, commanding my eyes to rise and meet yours. You simply smile, allowing the cane to fall to the floor, my eyes doing the same.

Your boots resonate as you walk behind me. Your hand trailing from my shoulder blades, down the curve of my back, over the roundness of my buttocks, until your fingers lay to rest on my heated welts. I whimper softly. Each touch ignites the fire beneath my flesh.

“I can smell you.”

Abruptly, your hand slaps my cunt, cupping it. You hold yourself there, letting me feel your palm against my cunt lips and your fingers laying over my clit as you gently rock. I purr. I can hear the wetness as you slowly move my lips back and forth inside your palm. I feel your middle finger slide along my slit, lingering, teasing the entrance of my sex. I inhale sharply, awaiting my desire to explode. Your finger slides within me, slick with my sex and I groan into you.

Slowly, your finger fucks me, gentle, soothing thrusts, before sliding your finger out and running it down my slit, circling my clit ever so briefly. I feel two fingers now, sliding back up, slick with my sex, slowly pushed into me and my muscles hesitate slightly, before allowing the new thickness to enter. My back arches and my buttocks presses into you. Your fingers work faster now, fucking me with purpose. The room echoes with the sounds of my lust and my moans of desire. Over and over I feel your fingers molest me in the most precious way. Your other hand gently resting on my hip, gripping me in place while you fuck my beautiful body. My body that is your instrument.

Leaning over my body, your fingers fucking me, your hand prying my buttocks apart, I am lost in you. I want more of you. I want all of you. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I want to feel my cunt open to your thickness as you enter me for the first time. Hunger. Desire. Pain. My thoughts go to one place and one place only.

I want you to sear my insides with your seed. I want to feel you explode inside me. Paint my walls with your DNA.

… and I come.

–

xo pour Laurent

scent of noelle

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erotica, masturbation, noelle

Follow Noelle’s journey:

Precious Noelle

As James’ fingers apply the gentlest of pressure against her neck, Noelle’s heart pounds in her chest. She feels her cunt lips swell and throb, as moisture gathers between them. She aches for James’ touch between her thighs. His hands slide away from her neck, as one fingertip presses into the bottom of her chin, lifting her up and off her knees. She’s face to face with her owner, but before she can even blush, James kisses her soft lips. Noelle breathes into him, releasing herself. She begins to wobble and James takes hold of her wrists, pulling her into him.

His lips graze her earlobe. Goosebumps race across her skin. “You’re wet down there aren’t you, my little lamb?” he whispers.

Noelle bites her lip and nods.

“Do you see the sign for the water closet behind me?”

She nods.

“Go to it. Once there, remove your panties. I want you to fuck my cunt, but place your panties on your fingers. I want them smeared in your arousal. Do not put them back on. Bring them to me. Do you understand?”

She nods. He pushes her away and taps her on the ass as she leaves.

Noelle’s heart pounds and her blood runs hot. She can feel her face heating up. She enters the restroom, finds a stall and locks herself in privacy. She trembles with anticipation as she slides her panties off. Her nostrils are met with the scent of her arousal. It takes everything inside her not to fuck herself quickly to orgasm. She places her panties on her fingers, pressing the fabric that had been kissing her most intimate parts, back in place. Only this time, Noelle begins pushing the fabric inside her.

She grunts. It’s both uncomfortable and arousing. The dry fabric is harsh against her inner folds, but her passion to do her owner’s bidding overwhelms her. She fucks the fabric inside her. Her body responds and a flood of juices wash over her panties. She places a foot on the toilet, allowing her to spread herself wider. She plunges her fingers deeper, shoving more fabric inside. She’s lost in the act. Thoughts of James consumes her mind. Her pussy lips swell. Her clit throbs. A moan escapes her lips and she quickly clasps her free hand over her mouth. She bites down on her palm, her breath labored through her nostrils. Noelle’s hips thrust aggressively into her fingers. Lust takes over. The pleasure begins to heat her. She feels it approaching quickly. “Give into it,” she thinks.

“NO!” she vocalizes. Her knees buckle as both hands steady herself against the stall. Her panties dangle from her cunt. Panting, Noelle grabs her panties, sliding them from the tight grasp of her cunt. She balls them into her fist. She straightens herself up and leaves the stall, making her way back to James.

James smiles at her as Noelle makes her way back to the table by the window. She holds out her balled up fist, the fabric peeking between her fingers. She opens her fist just before James’ hand is able to cover the treasure inside. Anyone looking their way would have seen it. Happy, James takes his gift.

“I can smell you from here,” he comments. “You smell like a slut.”

Noelle smiles, very pleased with herself, as she sits down.

“You are going to make me very happy, my little lamb,” James continues. ” I can not wait to spend more time with you in private.” James stands and Noelle can clearly see the slight bulge in his pants. She licks her lips subconsciously.

“I must bid you adieu,” he kisses her on the cheek. “I will call you. Very very soon.”

“Thank you James,” Noelle answers. James leans in, kissing her forehead. He knows just how deep her thank you runs.

As James rides the train home that afternoon, he wears a smile on his face. A piece of fabric, balled tightly in his fist, occasionally lingers by his nose. Noelle’s scent is strong. He can’t wait to have her.

strictly business

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erotica, oral

Dinner was just like any other. Except for the part about it being in a brand new apartment, in a brand new country. My husband, having been recently promoted to a new job, running a European factory, has been making the effort to get to know his employees. This particular evening, he invited one of his salesmen over for dinner.

He made his phenomenal beef bourguignon, served with a most delicious red wine for our special guest. Our guest looks like a younger, handsomer Eric Ripert. Whether or not he is just as wonderful of a cook, is unknown. However, being french, I am willing to bet he is a great cook. My mind wanders. How many women were treated to one of his meals before going to his bed? How many awoke to a savory breakfast? One things for sure, I will never forget his name, as it happens to also be, Eric.

Eric spoke english with a thick french accent, like honey on the tongue, and when he spoke french he made me weak in the knees. The men, lost in discussion of finances and projects, barely notice, when I leave the table. I collect the plates and my heart skips a beat as Eric’s hand touches my wrist. His voice slices into me, like a knife through butter, as he thanks me.

“You’re welcome,” I whisper.

In the kitchen, I wash and place the dinner dishes on the drying rack. I can hear the men talking in the background, occasionally laughing. Once finished, I approach the table, my hands still damp. “Aperitif? Coffee?” I ask.

“Aperitif, please, my love,” my husband replies. “I think you can prepare dessert as well.” I nod in agreement and make my way back into the kitchen as the men smile at each other.

I remove two sifters from the cabinet and as I search for the bottle of cognac, I am startled by two hands at my hips. Immediately the scent of cologne invades my nostrils and I know it is not my husband. I hold my breath as lips graze my ear lobe. “Your husband tells me, that though your lips are familiar with french, they have not yet been touched by french.”

“No, sir,” I blush, barely able to get the words out.

I feel his body press against mine. I moan softly as his erection presses against my ass. He trails his hands up my legs, pulling my skirt over my waist. His hand migrates to my panties, his fingers pressing against my mons through the thin fabric. I groan and feel his lips press against my ear. “You didn’t think I meant the lips on your pretty little face did you, cherie?”

“Yes, Eric, ” I stutter. “I did.”

“Tsk. Tsk.” He mutters. He places one hand on my hip and one on my chin, easily turning my body to face his. Normally, an encounter such as this would have made me quite uncomfortable, but I knew my husband played a part in this. Earlier in the week, he made it a point to bring up the Frenchman in conversation. He was quite deliberate in his description of Eric’s reputation for being an extremely charming ladies’ man. My eyes float across the kitchen and sure enough, there was my husband, watching, with a smile on his face. He lifts his wine glass in a toast and takes a generous sip. I can’t help but smile.

Eric’s hands grab my ass and I’m suddenly off balance. I grab his shoulders as he lifts me off of the floor and places me on the counter. He lowers himself to the floor, running his hand up my right leg. His hands find my garter and slowly unhook the straps. With slow and deliberate movement, he moves to the other leg, unhooking each strap there. His hands grab hold of my panties and give them a gentle tug. I lift myself off of the counter, helping him slide the thin fabric over my ass and off my feet. Satisfied, he takes my left foot in his hand, kissing my ankle through the stockings. He trails his tongue, past my ankle, along my calf, past my knee, onto my inner thigh, grazing the lace top of my thigh highs and finally onto the delicate skin of my thigh. I gasp at the feel of his hot, wet tongue on my cool skin. My legs naturally spread, inviting him farther. I lean back, my head against the cabinet.

Eric’s tongue finds my freshly waxed lips equally  inviting and he takes one long lick along my labia. I groan loudly and I hear him chuckle. He laps at my labia continuously. Occasionally, he nibbles gently on my intimate folds, sucking on my hardening clit. I feel him press two fingers into me and I moan. My hands immediately grab a fistful of his hair. Like the chef, this Eric also gels his hair, but this Eric was working his magic on my body and I didn’t care that my hands were being covered in gel.

His fingers work gently within me, slowly curling upward, stimulating my g spot. I gasp in approval. Eric presses his tongue harder into my clit as his fingers work in and out of me. I raise my feet and kick off my heels. They fall to the floor, in a boisterous tumble, but Eric never flinches. I place my heels on the counter, pressing the back of my head against the cabinet, my hips begin rocking. My fingers grip Eric’s hair tighter and I pull him into my pussy. He laps loudly at my cunt, suckling on my bud. His fingers thrust aggressively inside me. I yelp in ache. Eric hisses in response.

My moans grow louder, more urgent. I can feel the pleasure welling up inside of me.

“Come on cherie,” His french accent entering my ears and traveling straight to my pulsing clit. “Give me your orgasm.” I swear to fucking god he could make me come with just his voice.

I moan loudly, pressing myself even harder into his face. The back of my head aches. His fingers thrust even faster. “Yes, yes,” Oh god his voice! “Yes, let go. Give it to me.”

I feel the first wave of my orgasm hit as his mouth finds my clit. His tongue keeps it’s steady rhythm as his fingers fuck me aggressively. Each thrust is hard and deliberate. My moans break into a scream and I slam my head into the cabinet as I throw my head back and howl. My muscles contract hard around his fingers and stops his thrusts briefly. My fingers ache with how tight they hold onto him and I can only imagine how much his scalp much hurt.

Slowly my body grows soft. My voice hoarse and mouth dry. My fingers pry themselves open. Panting, I let my feet drop off of the counter and my legs tremble. Eric rises and holds me tight against his body. His voice breaks the silence, “Now, my cherie, you have felt the touch of the french.” I could have melted right then, perhaps even orgasmed once more had I not been so tired. I blushed, biting my lower lip.

“I have seen that look before,” my husband comments, as he makes his way towards us. “I believe my wife has not yet had her fill of the french.”

“Then we shall make sure she does!” Eric winks at my husband before picking me up into his arms. Following my husband, Eric carries me into the bedroom. I may just have my fill of the french tonight!

assist

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anal, erotica, fingering

*** A little thank you to Hubman for inspiring this little piece of erotica***

His naked body lay across my bed. I watch every muscle contract and constrict as my eyes trail from his freshly licked lips, over his bouncing adam’s apple and to his chest. I watch the muscles of his chest tighten and release under the sun’s rays. The crevice of his collar bone appears and disappears with each movement. My eyes run down his muscular arm. I watch it jerk as moans escape his lips. His hand possesses the greatest treasure of all.

Within the tender grip of his fingers lies his engorged erection. Hungrily, his hand thrusts continually over his cock. His groans grow louder. The sunlight captures the glimmer of precum collecting at the head and I am mesmerized by the scene before me. I feel the heat within my own body as a gentle throb erupts between my thighs. My own lust begins to hunger. I just want to watch. I want to watch him stroke his own cock to it’s glorious orgasm. I want to watch his hand move up and down, slow at first, speeding up to a rhythm, until finally he erupts, a cascade of ejaculate running down to his fingers.

As I watch his balls bounce and constrict, my eyes catch a glimpse of the bottle of lube. I hunger to play my part in his pleasure. A generous amount of lube is applied to my finger. I cup his balls and he groans. My wet finger moves to his anus and I begin circling it around it’s puckered hole. More groans. I push the tip of my finger against his hole. He grips his cock hard, moaning loudly, thrusting his hips.

“You want me to finger fuck your ass?” I whisper. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” his words come out broken.”Finger fuck my ass.” He groans.

I slide my finger within him. His ass tightens around me. Slowly I work my finger back and forth within his anus. I hit his prostate and he nearly screams in pleasure. His grip tightens on his cock and he strokes himself harder and faster. I fuck his ass, thrusting deep against his prostate with each stroke of his cock. I match his rhythm and send him soaring into sexual bliss. With each stroke of his cock, I hit his prostate. His moans escalate until he’s almost screaming. My eyes transfix to his cock. Watching his hand. I yearn to see him cum. I moan with him. My finger deep in his ass.

I feel his anus clench, his balls constrict and his cock hardens. Screaming, his body begins it’s trembling, orgasmic dance and I watch every movement, pressing into him, letting him ride the pleasure. The first streak of cum hits him on the shoulder, the second his chest, the third his stomach, until finally the rest begins spilling out and over his fingers.

I smile and slowly pull my finger out from his anus. He gasps and smiles and releases a chuckle. He’s so beautiful when he comes.

i know a man

Tags

erotica, using me

I know a man. I met him ages ago, but how can one truly know another across the miles and only through written word? Doesn’t matter. I know this man and he knows me.

We exchanged words of filth. We made each other hunger and throb. I could make him cum with my words and he’d make me throb uncontrollably until I’d have to make myself cum.

At first, I was his pet. His little, sweet pet. Made to sit at his feet and pleasure him as he worked or relaxed. He always saw through me. He always knew what I really was. I was a filthy little bitch in heat. He’d have to control me from touching myself too much. Or from touching him at the most inappropriate of times. He’d have to keep me from embarrassing him with my inability to stop from pleasuring myself as he sat in the coffee house. Scolding me for being a bitch in heat.

One day, he truly treated me like the bitch I was.

Then there was silence and he and I drifted apart. Always the occasional hello. Always the occasional how are you, but I still knew this man.

Then one day, he appeared out of no where, angry and hungry. He used me. Pushed me against the wall of the back alley, spreading my legs and ramming into me. His thrusts were hard and merciless. He fucked my cunt, he fucked my ass and turned me around and came all over my face. He sent me on my way. Letting everyone see the mess he made of me.

I became his whore and I loved it.

Days turn into weeks and still no word from him until one day… today… he appears. Casual chat turns sexual as he tells me he’s been lazily stroking his cock. Wondering if he should do something about it. I tell him how much I love watching a man stroking his own cock. He teases me of stories of his past. Of the lust of two women over his cock and his cum. Of his denial to them.. his cruel denial, making them cry for it.

I feel the ache and the throbbing begin between my thighs.

I tell him how we have an interesting relationship, he and I. We can go for weeks without talking and yet he can appear online and I am instantly throbbing for him. He’s the only person that I know of that can use me. That can truly use me and I am happy for it and need nothing in return. I am his whore. It’s what I have become. His whore. Even saying it makes me happy.

He makes me remove my pants and shirt. Standing in my panties he makes me run my hands along my body, caressing my face like he would, making me wonder if he’ll have me slap myself. He allows me to trail my hand down to my throat, gripping it as he would. Imagining and feeling his power over it. My other hand is told to run down inside my panties, allowing a finger to slide between my folds. Imagining him pressed behind me, his cock swelling between my buttocks. I push a finger into my wetness. Fucking myself, making my finger slick as he wished. I shove that finger into my ass. He speaks filth to me. Tells me how he is going to fuck me till I break. He thrusts so hard into my ass that I can feel it up my spine. He wants to split me with his lust.

He fills me with his words of filth and wishes me a good night. When will I hear from him again? I have no idea.

I know a man…. and I am his whore.

picture to word 2

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daddy, dominance, erotica, finger fuck, office fuck, princess, submission

***This is what I call “picture to word”. I find an image on the net that stimulates me to write a piece of erotica. This particular piece is D/s related, where the woman refers to her dominant as “Daddy”. This piece is of 2 consenting adults. If you don’t like Daddy play, move along***

It’s after hours, when I get a text from Daddy to meet him at work. The office is closed and the employees have all gone home. I am wearing a low cut dress with my cute little boots and no panties, of course. The building is quiet as I make my way to the production line. Other than all the workers being gone for the day, everything looks normal, except for one table in particular. One table is abnormally cleaner than the rest. Completely clear of all tools without a speck of dust and a towel taped in place.

“Just for you, princess,” Daddy’s voice startles me and I freeze in place. His hands move to my back and I feel the fabric loosen as he unzips me. My dress falls to a puddle on the floor, covering my boots. “Good girl. No panties, just as Daddy likes it.”

He pushes me forward, hand around the back of my neck, as I nearly trip over the dress. He stops me near the clean table and moves in front of me. I smile and my cunt gets instantly wet at the sight of him. “What are you smiling at princess?”

“You, Daddy,” I softly speak.

“Why, princess? Tell Daddy what you are thinking about.”

“I like it when you are in your suit.”

“Why is that princess? Tell me… tell me exactly what it is you like about this.”

I blush and manage to tell him, “It makes me wet seeing Daddy dressed in his work suit while I stand here naked in my heels.”

“Ah, but princess, you aren’t completely naked,” Daddy reaches out and pulls my tits out of my bra, pinching my nipples hard, making me moan deeply. The straps of my bra fall loosely over my shoulders. “I love your tits.” He moves behind me, taking a wrist with him. I obediently move my other behind my back. I hear him rustle in his suit and feel a wrap being worked around my wrists, binding them. Daddy pushes me forward, causing me to lean forward over the table.

He takes a fist full of my hair and presses my body into the table. My breasts flatten against the towel. Daddy pulls my hair back, causing my head to rise, as I feel his fingers on my wet cunt. His fingers run along my slit. My wetness increases and my clit begins to throb. I roll my hips into the table, hoping to increase the pleasure. “Such a bitch in heat, aren’t you, my little princess,” Daddy growls. I groan in agreement. His fingers keep massaging my cunt lips, dipping within their folds and reaching to my clit.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you princess?” he jerks my head back for emphasis.

“Yes, Daddy,” I beg.

His fingers slide inside of me and he begins fucking my pussy. I gasp and moan in appreciation. I buck my hips into him, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. He pulls his hand out and spanks me hard.

“Thank your Daddy, you wanton whore!,” Daddy orders.

“Yes, Daddy, thank you Daddy. Please Daddy. Fuck me, ” I plea.

His fingers rub my cunt, teasing my gaping hole. I whine quietly. “I should fuck your ass for that, princess.” His finger moves to my ass and rims it gently. He changes direction and slams two fingers into my cunt, fucking me brutally, lifting my hips with each thrust.

“Thank. You. Daddy,” each word emphasized by a thrust.

“That’s better princess,” Daddy smiles and slows his thrusts, fucking me slow and steady and so deliciously. I begin to ache. I ache for his cock. “You want it don’t you?” Daddy asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answer.

“Princess you have made Daddy’s cock very hard and Daddy has made you very wet.”

I feel him move behind me. My torso goes limp as I relax into the table. I widen my stance and brace myself. Daddy moves away and I see him take his coat off. He rolls his dress shirt sleeves up and loosens his tie. My legs immediately tense as  I feel Daddy stand behind me, brushing his fingers against my cunt as he reaches for his zipper. Daddy pulls his cock out and runs it along my slit. I moan in desperation. I feel his cock head press against my cunt, spreading my wetness all over himself. Slowly, his cock presses into me, inch by inch it sinks within my folds, envelopes within my walls. Daddy’s hands move to my hips and I feel his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes himself to the hilt within me.

One hand moves to my hair and grips it tightly as the other hand pins my hips to the table. I get lost in the sensations and sounds of Daddy fucking me in steadying pace. My mind spins out of control as I slip into deep submissive pleasure.

“Thank you Daddy…..”

the feast

Tags

dominance, food, group sex, submission, whore

*** This post was the result of a task I had completed for my Master Sylvanus***

A small crowd of masculine voices gathers in the living room. The sounds of laughter and drinks being poured echoes off the walls. The small group of friends that have gathered are anxiously awaiting the feast. Anyone who has ever come over and dined with Sylvanus knows he prepares a very delicious meal. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that it was strictly labeled, a cocktail hour. With the word hour used loosely.

“So where’s that lovely wife of yours?” one of the men asks.

“I’m glad you asked,” my husband says with a smile as he lifts and removes the curtain he had put up earlier to separate the dining room from the living room. There is a collective gasp among the guests and a sudden outbreak of applause.

“It seems the Master has outdone himself again!” One of the guests comment while slapping my husband on the back.

Before them lay a feast for the eyes. On top of the newly finished wood table is an assortment of celery and carrot sticks, several sliced and unsliced cucumbers and a wide assortment of other delectable snacks. It is all a very lovely display, but the centerpiece is what crowns the evening.

On the table, with apple in my mouth and completely naked, I am on my hands and knees for our wonderful guests. I can feel the saliva begin to collect around my lips and down the side of my chin. My back is slightly arched to allow my ass to push out, displaying the lovely steel plug.

One by one each guest gathers around the table and partakes in the feast. Some pick at the snacks around my body as I stay perfectly still, others take advantage of me. I feel the coldness of carrot sticks slipping within my folds, gathering my wetness, before they find their way to the lips of my admirer. Some men enjoy my juices as a dipping sauce, others decide to skip the formalities altogether and plunge their fingers right inside me before smelling my nectar and licking their own fingers. Hands run along my spine, my breasts, my cunt. I shiver and moan, muffled by the apple within my mouth.

“Get into the position.” I hear my Master say. I lower my shoulders to the table, raising my ass high and exposing my cunt. Master runs a hand up my side and to my ass. He spanks me several times while his guests chuckle and watch in awe.

“Tonight, my slut is a feast for all,” Master declares. He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the table. My feet dangle off, my toes barely able to touch the floor. “If you will kind sirs?” Two men on either side pick up the restraints from the floor. They each cuff my wrists and tighten the ropes. My arms are spread wide and now bound to the table, I feel the wetness flooding my cunt. Master moves in behind me and presses his fingers against me. My legs open wide and he slides two fingers within me. “Such a wanton whore you are. You want to be fucked tonight don’t you?”

I groan through the apple and hear a zipper. I feel Master press his cock into me and I grunt as he thrusts himself inside. My hipbone pounds into the table as he pounds into me. I yelp from the pain and yet I don’t want him to stop. I know I will have bruises tomorrow. Master withdraws and closes my legs. “Keep them together whore,” he taunts me. My hips grind against the table. I want to be fucked so badly. The lustful ringing in my ears keeps me from hearing my Master tell all the gentlemen to fully partake in the feast.

Suddenly, my legs are spread open and another cock is thrust within me. I hear him groan and feel the fabric of his slacks as he sweeps against the backside of my legs. My restraints go taut as I fight against the pleasure and the pain. My clit throbs like it has never throbbed before. Below me, a puddle of my saliva gathers from around the apple gag. I look at the other men and feel my pulse vibrate through my body. All of them, everyone of them, has their zippers down and their cocks out. There’s nothing sexier than watching a fully clothed man take his cock out and stroke it in anticipation. There’s nothing hotter than seeing there is no time for the removal of clothes, just the lust to fuck.

The first gentleman pulls out and leaves me aching, but not long after, another takes his place. This one pounds me hard and grabs hold of my plug. He rips it out of my ass, mid fuck. Another man approaches me, removes my apple and tells me to suck on a cucumber. He forces it down my throat, causing me to gag and thick saliva coats the phallic vegetable. The man fucking me groans as my muscles tighten with each gag in my mouth. He withdraws from my aching body.

The man with the cucumber moves behind me, taking the cucumber with him. He slides his cock into me and slowly pushes the vegetable into my ass. He holds his cock in place as he begins fucking my ass with the cucumber. My mouth vacant of a gag, I moan loudly. “Oh god yes.” Now the man moves in unison, fucking my cunt and ass at the same time. I hear him groan, “Oh fuck she’s tight.” My moans turn into screams. “You like that don’t you whore?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ispeak with each thrust.

“You like that I’m fucking you right here on this table? The very table that your husband prepares meals for you? The very table that you have entertained many guests with?”

“Yes,” I sputter.

“Of course you little pig whore. Of course you love this.”

The apple is shoved back into my mouth. All I can do is scream behind my gag. Each man takes me his own way. I am drunk from the night, not knowing who fucked me or when. My hips ache and I am thankful the table is beneath me. My body melts into the wood.

It seems like hours have passed before the men stop.

“It seems your whore has had enough.” I hear one say to my husband.

“It appears she has, ” he agrees. “But she has done well for the night. I hope you all enjoyed your feast.”

The men all agree it had been a most wonderful evening. I’m barely conscious when I hear the last one leave.

“Poor little slut,” my husband coos. He picks my limp lower half up and scoots me so my full body is on the table. He releases my wrists from their bondage and I curl up instantly. He places a chain on my collar. A pillow and blanket are giving to me as my Master clears the mess up off the table. “Sleep well pet, for I shall want some breakfast in the morning.”

He turns the lights off and I am left in the darkness. I am already drifting off into slumber before his last step at the top of the stairs to our bedroom.

the date

Tags

dominance, submission

He had actually won the contest weeks ago, but he insisted on doing things right. We had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other not only as man and woman, but as dominant and submissive. I held my breath as I sent him a photo of my face. Would he like it? Would he still be attracted to me? Lucky for me, he definitely was still interested. More so now, than before, and he was exactly as I had imagined. Defined, masculine features, softened by the look of his lips and the colors of his eyes.

The last few weeks were filled with intensity. Daily messages turned into daily phone calls. His voice was deep and pronounced and made me tingle all over. Every time a new email arrived in my inbox, I smiled. When my IM blinked with a new message from him, my heart skipped a beat. Above all else, the webcam sessions leading up to our official date pushed me over the edge of anticipation. I could not wait to see him.

Under Masters permission and guidance, this new man became my Sir. He treated me kindly and affectionately as a new pet. When discipline was needed, his requests were followed out by Master, with the promise that it would be made up for once we met. My heart opened up to Sir and I welcomed him into our lives. The anticipation of meeting me made me both nervous and excited.

So as the day to meet him has rapidly approached, I find myself in a mixture of emotions. Dressed in a simple sundress and heels, I await for Sir to arrive. Anxiously, I wait as passenger after passenger arrives in the baggage claim area. I’m biting my lower lip and wringing my cold hands. My tummy making flips as I feel light headed from what very little I ate this morning. Master dropped me off to meet Sir at the terminal, since Sir had some immediate plans upon his early morning arrival. I was curious as to what his plans will be, but my thoughts are interrupted as my eyes glimpse at the pair of shoes that have stopped before me. Slowly my eyes travel up the legs, over the belt, along the buttons of a dress shirt and along the lines of chin, nose and until finally meeting eyes. His eyes. The eyes I have seen many times through a computer screen, are finally alive and right in front of me. I blush as I take in the smell of him. His hand reaches over and cups my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes as he leans down and pecks my cheek ever so softly. I giggle and smile and he returns the smile, chuckling softly as well.

He presses his hand into the back of my neck and wraps his fingers around. I hold my breath as he pushes me forward to the baggage carousel. In silence we wait together as the parade of luggage passes us. He let’s go only to collect his bag. With bag in one hand and laptop slung over his shoulder, he guides me outdoors where he waves down a cab. I’m pushed into the vehicle and as the door closes, Sir exchanges a few words with the driver before taking his seat beside me.

Traffic is heavy as the cab begins to make its way through the city. Sir’s fingers trace the back of my neck and goosebumps erupt all over my scalp. I purr softly. Remembering that I am to show Sir a pleasant time just as much as he is taking me on a date, my hand wanders to his leg. My fingers run along his inner thigh and I hear him inhale sharply. I catch a glimpse of the cab driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror and I pause. Sir’s hand tightens around the back of my neck and I resume my caresses.

Slowly, my hand moves up and down his inner thigh. I let it slide to his crotch and am greeted by the warmth of his growing erection. My heart skips a beat as it is the first time I can feel his cock. My hand presses into his crotch and contours around the shape of his cock. I moan softly as my fingers flex and relax around the hardness. My palm strokes his cock from the outside of his pants and my eyes focus on the apparent bulge.

Sir leans in and his hot breath brushes my ear, “You want to see it don’t you?” Shyly I nod my head and whisper, “Yes, Sir. I very much do.”

“Close your eyes.” He orders. I do as I am told and I feel his hand on mine. I hear him unbuckle and a movement of fabric follows. He takes my hand and guides it down his stomach and into his pants. I am met by the heat of his cock before he wraps my fingers around the erection. I moan loudly as I feel his cock for the first time. The shaft is velvety soft to the touch but remains hard when grasped. It’s thick within my hand and my fingers trace its head. Precum oozes from its tip and I get even more excited. I want to look so badly but know I may not. He removes my hand from his heat and I feel his breath on my neck as he teases me, “Soon pet, you will know exactly what that cock looks like in front of you. Open your eyes.”

His pants are closed and belt buckled before I can even get a glimpse. His hand creeps down to my knee and I relax back into the seat. He runs his hand up my thigh and taps me hard. Immediately my legs part. His hand moves between my thighs and slaps them harder. My legs open even wider and he smiles. His hand runs up my thigh and to my cunt. His fingers are greeted by my wetness as I have gone without panties per his orders. He plays with my lips and circles my clit. My eyes roll back into my head and my hips rock gently. I ache to feel him inside me and I moan louder than I should.

“Not yet,” he whispers. “You will be violated soon enough.” His hand withdraws as I feel the cab come to a stop. We get out and head into the store we have parked in front of. Inside, I am greeted by walls and walls of dresses. Together we view each one, taking our time, as he guides me along with his hand around my neck. I do not speak. I merely accompany him as we look at each dress. He comes across one to his liking. He selects my size and pushes me towards the fitting rooms. I remove the sundress I currently have and let it fall to the floor. I put on the one Sir has handed me. It is red in color and quite form-fitting. It is classy enough to be worn out, but has a touch of fetish to it. The back of the dress laces up much like a corset. I exit the dressing room to allow Sir to help me.

His hands are hot as they touch my chilled skin. I feel him tighten the laces one by one and I feel a flood of moisture between my thighs. I cringe thinking of making this new dress wet with my sex. As Sir finishes his handy work, he turns me around to face the mirror. He smiles as he looks at me and leans over to whisper in my ear, “Don’t worry about getting the dress wet with your sex, slut. I am buying it, along with those shoes over there. Size 6 correct?” I nod in approval as he slowly unties the laces. I slip back into the dressing room to put on my sundress as he collects the shoes from the sales associate.

We are greeted by the sun as we step back outside after making our purchases. His hand still on my neck, he guides me to the pet store. “We need to find you a more proper collar. I can not keep holding onto you like this for the rest of the day and into the night. There will be times I will need both my hands.”

We stop in front of the dog collar aisle. He selects a simple, black leather collar to compliment the red dress he bought moments before. He directs me to turn as he slips the collar around my neck and adjusts the buckle. A little old lady stops to look at us before slowly leaving the aisle. I blush instantly. He unbuckles it and guides me to the front of the store. I wait patiently as he makes his purchase and asks the cashier for tokens for the dog i.d. printing machine.

I watch him as he slowly works the machine and asks it to type “mina” followed by his own cell number. The machine cranks out his request and he slides the collar and i.d. into the same bag as my dress. We make our way back to the cab where he directs the driver to take me to my home.

I am sent to my closet as Sir and Master talk. I make myself comfortable on the big dog bed and take a short nap as I hear the two men in the distance talking. It isn’t until Sir has left to return to his hotel that Master comes and takes me out.

I spend the rest of the day in anticipation. There will be a car coming from the hotel to pick both Master and myself for this evening’s date. As the clock draws closer to time, my stomach begins doing flips. Master helps me into my new red dress commenting on Sir’s wonderful taste. The black heels look stunning and also have a touch of fetish to them. Again, I am to go without panties and no bra is needed. I apply my makeup with much care and arrange my hair elegantly upon my head. Master himself looks stunning in a nice suit accented in red.

We hear the honk of a car horn and make our way to our ride. Together, Master and I ride to the hotel, holding hands and smiling at each other. He squeezes my hand when he sees the look of nervousness glaze over my eyes. It calms me quickly. We arrive to the hotel and take the elevator up to Sir’s room. Master knocks on the door and Sir opens it with a smile. The two men greet each other affectionately before Sir turns to kiss me lightly on the cheek. We enter the room and I am told to kneel. On my knees, Sir approaches me and I hear the light jingle of a dog tag. Sir slips the collar around my neck and the cold tag shocks me for a second before heating up quickly to my skin. Once buckled in place, Sir lifts me up to my feet. “Tonight mina, your Master has given me the honor of having you as my possession. When it is all done, I will take my collar back and hope that one day I will be able to place it around your neck again.” I became sad for a moment at the thought of the night being over.

With his hand on my back, Sir guides me to the door. “Please Sylvanus, help yourself to whatever you wish while in my suite tonight.” Sir winks at Master and they share a smile that hides a secret I will probably never know.

The dinner is fantastic. It’s a beautiful restaurant with wonderful food and dim lighting. Sir and I spend much time talking about life, love, dominance and submission. He reminds me of my manners when they fail me and compliments me on my good behavior. I blush every time he tells me I am a “good girl.” My head is swimming in both happiness and alcohol. After completing a delicious dessert, Sir stands up and announces, “I am going to the restroom, mina. However, when I am finished, I am not coming back to the table. You must wait here exactly 10 minutes. Once your 10 minutes are over, you are to go to the woman in the lobby and ask her to help you find your Sir. She will need a very important piece of information and that information is around your neck.” He taps the dog tag before kissing my cheek and leaving me on my own.

Each minute ticks away faster than I’d like it to. I am not looking forward to having to show someone my i.d. tag and asking them to dial the number. As the minute hits its mark, I slowly get up from the table and make my way to the woman in the lobby. My voice trembles as I ask her, “Can you please help me find my Sir?”

Puzzled, she answers, “I can try.”

“Can you please call this number?” I point to the dog tag.

She leans in closely as she grabs the tag and makes out the number. Her fingers dance along the number pad on the lobby phone and I hear it ring. She let’s go of the tag as a male voice answers the phone. “Hello, I’m trying to…well… there is a woman here who goes by the name of mina… and she… she says she is looking for her Sir?” The woman stutters into the phone. They exchange a few words before she hangs up the phone and beckons the bellman over. “Please take this woman over to suite 1220.”

I follow the bellman into the elevator and we take the familiar trip to Sir’s suite. When the doors open a woman walks into the elevator before we step out. She looks a little less put together and her perfume smells strong. We smile at each other as we pass. The bellman knocks on the door and Sir answers. “Thank you.” He tells the bellman. The bellman nods and walks away quickly. Sir takes my hand and pulls me into his suite. I am immediately greeted with the smell of a familiar perfume. Suddenly, I understand the secret smiles and know that this woman was specifically asked to reapply her perfume before leaving the room so that I would take notice. My Master has been enjoying himself as well tonight it seems.

I spot him in the corner of the suite, sipping his wine and smiling.

“Come mina,” Sir beckons me. I approach him slowly and his hands direct me to turn around. He unlaces my dress and let’s it slip to the floor. “Turn around my beautiful mina.”

I turn to look at him and his eyes dance all over my body. “Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head.” I take the stance and feel his hands on my breasts. My nipples are hard and they send electric currents to my cunt every time he touches them. I moan and gasp as his lips cover my nipples. His tongue swirls around the hard buds. My clit throbs between my thighs.

His hand moves down to my thighs and he pushes his fingers between my folds. I moan loudly. “Such a wet slut you are,” he comments. His fingers tease my folds and circle my clit and I feel as if I am about to burst, until he finally dips his finger inside me and I nearly collapse from the pleasure of it. I groan like an animal.

“On your knees since you can’t seem to stand.”

I sink to my knees and keep my hands behind my head. Sir begins removing his clothes, first he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his shoulders, next his shoes and socks. Finally, his hand moves to his belt and he pulls it out swiftly from the loops. I hold my breath at the sounds of it and he places it on the bed. He loosens his slacks and let’s them fall. His erection stands proud behind his briefs. I want to see it so badly. He grabs me by my wrists and pulls me into his bulge. I can smell him and feel him against my lips. I salivate hungrily to have him. He pushes me back to my knees and let’s his briefs fall to the floor before stepping out and towards me.

His cock is beautiful. It is thick and perfect and bounces slightly with each step. The head glistens with precum. Sir stands in front of me. “Open your mouth mina.” I open my mouth wide. With one hand at the back of my head and the other holding onto his cock, he thrusts himself into my mouth. I moan and my cunt twitches. A flood of wetness renews itself. He fucks my mouth with his beautiful cock and groans loudly. “Such a wonderful mouth you have mina. Does your cunt feel just as good?” I can’t answer him, but realize it is not a question to be answered.

“Get up and bend over the bed. Place your hands in front of you. Keep those heels on and your legs spread.”

I lean over the bed, my fingers clenching the sheets, as I spread my legs wide. Sir’s hand slips between my folds and I sigh. “You are so fucking wet,” he remarks. He grabs his belt and it comes down hard on my backside. I yelp in protest. Again his belt lashes my flesh. This is the punishment he had promised I would receive. He must have belted me 10 times. The welts are red and hot as they rise. My eyes are filled with tears.

Sir stops his assault and his hand meets my cunt once more. His fingers begin circling my clit with much purpose. A different set of fingers enter my cunt and I moan for Sir. “I want your cunt tight for me mina,” he purrs. “I need you to come for me.” I melt into his words as his fingers work harder on my body. He groans with each thrust of his fingers and it excites me. I feel the pleasure well up inside faster than I had intended and my body breaks into an orgasm. I tremble as my muscles pulse around him and scream with the pleasure that takes me.

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles as his finger slips out of my cunt. I feel his face behind me and his hot breath tickles my cunt before his tongue laps at my lips. “I just had to have a taste of the cunt I am about to fuck. Your sex tastes and smells of heaven.”

Sir stands behind me and I hear him slip on a condom. I feel his cock press into my cunt and I moan to him, “please fuck me.” Growling, he thrusts hard and deep into me and holds in place. His chest is heaving and his fingers digging into my flesh as he gets on top of the pleasure his body is assaulted with. “Oh you are a tight slut. Your cunt feels extraordinary!”

With lips curled and teeth clenched, Sir takes my body for his own. Each thrust causes me to exhale sharply. His thickness fills me and all I can do is scream from the pleasure. Finally, after all these weeks, Sir is behind me, taking me, using me as his own. He pounds into me hard and fast. His thrusts get so intense, he begins lifting me to the tips of my toes. My lips are swollen from the brutal fucking I am getting until finally, he thrusts hard into me and curls his fingers into my hips before releasing himself within me.

Panting, he withdraws and disposes the evidence of his pleasure. He approaches the bed and scoops me into his arms and kisses me deeply and passionately. I melt into him once more, gripping him tightly with my small hands. “Now that we have that out-of-the-way, I think I’d like to spend the rest of the evening really enjoying each other.” His smile is almost boyish.

Master approaches the bed and I kiss him deeply. The rest of the night would turn out to be a wild night of physical passion as both Master and Sir indulge themselves in my service and my body. I am not left unattended as the two of them indulge me of an incredible night of pleasures. Morning comes too quickly for all of us and a flight end up being missed.

2 men

Tags

mfm, oral, threesome

Last night, I had a very hard time falling asleep. My mind kept bouncing around so many naughty thoughts. They all centered around one thing though, 2 men and me. *smiles* I’m going to let my mind (and fingers) wander and take you with me in my mind’s journey….

~

I’m a whore, yes I am. I can feel the heat between my thighs. I can feel the hunger in my mouth. You both tell me how much you are going to use me. How much you are going to satisfy your needs. I can only moan in pleasure. The ability of human speech has left me.

“Lay on the bed and hang your head off the edge.” one of you commands.

I eagerly lie down, positioning myself so my head hangs off the bed and my hair cascades towards the floor. One of you stands by my head. I can see your muscular thighs briefly, before your balls obstruct my view. My tongue lashes out and licks you, sucking one ball into my mouth. You groan in satisfaction and I feel the bed move at my feet.

The other one of you, spreads my thighs as he moves into place. I can hear the wetness between my legs and I purr, vibrating against your balls. You remove your balls from my mouth and place your cock against my lips, I eagerly lick it. I swirl my tongue around the head and run my tongue along it’s shaft. I feel him pushing and pressing and rubbing his own cock against my wet aching slit.

You slide your cock deep into my mouth, pushing yourself to the limits, making me gag. He pushes his erection into me, thrusting deep within my cunt and I moan deeply against you. You both groan in satisfaction and you begin the dance of fucking me. There’s a balance between one thrust and the next. I can’t believe how stuffed I feel. One cock at each end. All I can do is moan, muffled against your cock.

At times the pace is changed and you both thrust into me at the same time. My body feels pushed to the limits as I feel both ends being stuffed and pushed into each other.

Yes, yes I want more. Use me. Use all of me for your pleasures. I want you both to fill my mouth and cunt with your cum. I am a whore.

~

I’m on all fours, you are fucking me from behind. It’s an animalistic fuck. Your hand slaps my ass over and over. Your mouth tells me how much you are using me for your pleasure. My cunt is tight against your hard cock ramming into me continually. There is a pleasurable pain with each thrust. I pant with desire. My cunt aches even though it is being fucked.

I hear you scream your orgasm. I feel your cock pulse within me and I moan in delight as I know you are filling me up with your cum. You withdraw harshly and I feel your sex spilling out from my freshly fucked cunt. You step away and off the bed and I feel someone take your place.

He moves behind me, his hands gripping and spreading my ass. His cock plunges deep into the gaping hole you just vacated. His thrusts are just as brutal as your own. His cock just as thick. He pounds into me and all I can do is moan in pleasure. My breath escapes my body with each thrust. I see you watching, stroking your cock.

I feel his fingers dig into my flesh as he grits his teeth and howls. His cock pulses and he fills my cunt full with his seed. Panting he moves away and I his cum spills out of my cunt.

You move back into place behind me and thrust your renewed erection into my cunt. I yelp as the soreness begins to set in, but I want more, I want so much more. I watch him as he begins to slowly stroke his cock as he watches you take me once more. Having had your first orgasm, you will last longer this time and now I see the game that has started. I see the friendly competition of who will last longer while using me. You thrust hard and deep and I smile as I see his erection growing hard within his hand. I’m not sure who will last the longest tonight.

~

I’m lying on my back. My moans escaping my lips as I have two lips, each on one of my nipples, hungrily licking and sucking them. My hands on each of your heads, encouraging the two of you. My back arches and I push myself into you both. I feel two separate hands glide down my side and over my thighs.

One hand begins circling my clit with it’s finger, while the other plays with my cunt lips. With your mouths still on my breasts, one of you dips your finger inside me and I groan.

You move up and kiss my lips, while he moves down and kisses my cunt. I spread wide as his face moves between my thighs. His tongue is hot and hard. His fingers plunging in and out of my cunt are begging me to cum.

Your mouth leaves my own and you assault my neck, breasts and nipples. Your fingers join in the fun and pinch and pull at them.

I lose myself in the sensation of one mouth on my cunt and another on my breasts. Tonight, I am a lucky girl.