She is even more excited. She has never seen her husband fuck another woman. She has never been fucked by another man. She has never been with a woman. As she kisses the woman deeply, the woman starts moaning in her mouth, she's coming, she is coming all over her man's cock. This drives her over the brink again and she squeezes the cock inside her as she's watches her husband make the other woman come.
Now she wants some control.
"Unlock these chains." she says. The man pulls his cock out of her and immediately un-bounds her wrists.
She touches the woman's breasts, squeezing them roughly, like she likes it.
"You like that? You like my man's dick in your pussy?" she whispers to the woman.
"You want him to come on these pretty tits of your's?" she says.
The woman can only moan as my man's cock rams into her.
"Come on her tits." she demands of him.
He is ready, he's been ready to come since they walked in the front door of the club. He shoves into her a few times, then pulls out and shoots all over her chest. She immediately starts licking it up. She loves the taste of his come. He pulls her head over and shoves it into her mouth, she sucks hungrily until he is limp. She isn't through, the woman and man are lying side by side now, kissing hungrily. She moves up and kisses them both with her man's come in her mouth. She's hungry now and moves down to the woman's slick shaved pussy, swollen from the fucking she's just had.
"I'm going to taste you now." she says, darting her tongue out and licking the clit. She'd fantasized about this, never dreaming it would come true. Pussy tastes so good. She'd tasted herself on her husband's lips but never had she actually eaten any. She takes her tongue and licks from one end to the other, then decides she wants this woman to come on her face. She is going to make her scream. She takes the clit and pulls it into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily.
She feels hands on her ass that is stuck up in the air, as she sticks her tongue inside the wet pussy she suddenly is taken from behind. The woman's husband hasn't come yet, he's going to get his too. It's alright with her, his cock feels goods. She decides to make this woman come as she does. She fucks her with her tongue, using her fingers to play with her ass. Slowly sticking one finger in she takes her clit in her mouth and sucks gently. The woman moans loudly. It feels good to her.
Yes, she thinks, I'm going to make her come, while being fucked from behind. His cock feels so good ramming her from behind. She stops sucking and the woman protests, "No don't stop, I'm going to come." She looks at her husband and nods, he leans over and takes the woman's nipple in his mouth sucking hard, like she likes it.
The woman lifts her pussy up off the bed putting it right into her face. She starts licking again, hard, and taking the clit in her mouth sucking quickly. All this time she's being fucked hard and deep.
"I'm going to make her come for you both." she tells the men.
She looks back at the husband fucking her. "You come in her mouth while I make her come." she tells him. He simply nods.
She enjoys this control and sets back to task, licking the swollen pussy. Her man is sucking on the woman's tits. Everyone has their place and everyone is moaning. The noises coming from this room are almost like animal noises. They are sure to be heard by everyone in the club. No one cares, it all feels to good. She darts her tongue into the woman's pussy and feels her contract. She was about to make her come, and that fat cock in her pussy was going to make her come too. She is having a hard time, moaning and licking that pussy too. It tastes so good. She's about to come and she wants the woman to come too.
"Come for me." she demands and takes the clit back in her mouth and starts sucking hard. Quick little sucks, while slipping her fingers inside her pussy and fucking it. Suddenly she feels a gush of wetness on her face, she doesn't stop but she is about to come too, he is fucking her so good. Moaning and pushing her face into that pussy she let's go, she starts to buck that cock inside her, squeezing it as she comes all over him. Wetness everywhere, this woman gushes just like her and that makes her even hotter. She laps up the juices and reaches back to take the man's balls into her hand.
"Give it to her." she's very demanding, she's taken control. He pumps her deep a few more times then groaning he pulls out and shoves his cock into his woman's mouth, she can't take it all he's so big and come starts dripping down her face. He pulls his limp cock out and falls to the bed beside his wife. The come is dripping out of her mouth. She licks her pussy one last time and licks her way up the woman's body, kissing her deeply tasting the come, swallowing some. She loves the taste of come. She kisses the woman some more then looks over at her husband who has sat up beside the woman on the bed. He's rubbing the woman's tits and smiling.
"Well, did your fantasy come true?" he asks her.
She just smiles and nods. "Happy Anniversary." she says.
The End.
Artist Girl
Artist Girl thought to herself, "This is the night I'm going to get ravaged". She put on her stockings, black boots, and corset under her slinky black dress. Her butt was protruding behind her and ready to be squeezed. She walked down the street away from her dorm and toward the apartments where the nude model lived. She first met him in figure drawing class. Then they had met again at a cafe, and it wasn't long before she found herself no longer a virgin, and to her surprise, loving sex more than she thought. She found out she had a sensual and slutty side. She smiled to herself at the thought. She also smiled at the thought of caressing the lean, muscular body of the nude model, who also happened to be an Asian guy. She had never been with an Asian guy before. She was excited by the thought of being the girl who got to have sex with the model. The fist time she saw Asian Guy's penis she noticed it wasn't circumcised, but that didn't bother her. She actually kind of liked it. She had never seen a penis up close before, so she didn't know what to expect anyway.
She was at Asian Guy's door before she knew it. She anxiously knocked on the door. When he opened the door, she felt a tingle between her legs. They small talked for a bit, but they both knew what was going to happen. Asian Guy poured her a glass of red wine. As he poured the wine all she could think about was the surprise she had for him under her dress. She could feel her stockings press into her soft thighs and her thong gently pressing into the crack of her butt. When he turned around to give her the glass he noticed how round her butt looked.
As excited as she was, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. This was her first year at art school. It was her first year away from her high school sweetheart. They had promised to save themselves for each other. The farthest they went was some nervous fondling in the dark. Her high school sweetheart had no idea that it was already too late for them. As soon as Asian Guy began to caress her thigh she forgot how guilty she felt. She could feel the warmth under her panties as he pressed his hand in between her legs. They were standing in the middle of the living room and kissing, their tongues sliding in and out of each others' mouths, his hand gently rubbing her crotch. She held onto his muscular arms. His other hand slid around to her back side, resting on top of her butt cheek. He could feel his hand sinking into her soft butt. He could tell that she was wearing a thong. She stood there feeling her whole body melting. She thought he was so strong and could not think straight when he touched her. He began to reach up for one of her breasts. He squeezed her breast through her black dress.
Soon she felt cool air on her exposed ass. Her dress had been lifted up, and her pale and round ass cheeks were being squeezed. Asian Guy was kneading her tit in one hand, her butt in the other. Artist Girl's hand moved down and landed on his crotch. She felt a stiff boner in the palm of her hand. She squeezed it as they both moaned. He grabbed her ass harder and shoved his tongue further into her mouth. They were both panting like dogs as he grabbed her thong and peeled it out of her ass. The hand that was squeezing her breast reached down and lifted up her dress from the front. Asian Guy's fingers were rubbing her pussy from the front and back.
She squeezed harder on the bulge under his pants. He knelt down in front of her, and she gasped as he leaned forward and began flicking his tongue between her legs.
She looked down and all she could see was the top of his head under her dress. She reached down and held on to his head as she screamed, "Oh my god!". He had both hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. He shoved his tongue up and down her pussy. She let him keep licking her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled him back to his feet and decided she would return the favor. She dropped to her knees and undid his pants. His underwear was straining against his boner. She tugged his underwear down, and his hard cock popped out. She was staring right into his dickhead. He looked down and noticed how pretty she looked, and felt lucky she chose him to suck off. She opened her mouth. All he could do was hold his breath as he felt her warm mouth wrap around his cock. She slid her mouth up and down his cock. He was just the right size for her to put almost the whole thing in her mouth before she had to pull it back out again. She could tell he had taken a shower before she had arrived, and that made her enjoy sucking his cock even more. She moved her head up and down and felt every inch of his cock in her mouth. He stood there gazing down at her and petting the top of her head. To Artist Girl, Asian Guy had a huge cock. She didn't want to stop sucking it, and he didn't want her to. His balls felt heavy between his legs.
He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up and turned her around. She felt him push her towards the couch. He leaned against her from behind and put his weight on top of her. Her knees were on the floor and her chest was pressed into the seat cushions. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. He wrapped his arm under her stomach and held on as he shoved his cock inside her wet pussy. She felt her body sink into the couch. She squealed when he shoved his cock forcefully inside her. He felt relieved now that he was fucking her. His brown Asian ass flexed and pumped her from behind. She could hear herself moan and squeal as he held onto her hips and fucked her. She could feel his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She felt like she could let him fuck her like that forever. She held on tight to the seat cushions. He could feel every muscle in his body flexing. He looked down and saw nothing but a huge white ass and his brown cock moving back and forth. He listened to her moan and thought she sounded like an animal. Artist Girl could feel herself getting close to having an orgasm. Asian Guy kept pumping his cock into her from behind, and it was too much for her to take. As she was drowning in pleasure, she suddenly felt a pleasant vibration on her clit. Then she remembered that her high school sweetheart was going to call her. She felt guilty again. She slowed down a bit, but realized she enjoyed Asian Guy's cock way too much. She let the phone vibrate on her crotch as Asian Guy pumped his cock into her. She thought, "Oh god oh god I'm going to cum". She began to have an intense orgasm. The phone stopped vibrating for a few seconds as she came. Then it began to vibrate again, which only made her moan some more. Asian Guy slapped her round butt, oblivious to her makeshift vibrator. He continued fucking her as she melted into the couch.
Artist Girl felt her whole body shake as Asian Guy continued to fuck her. She had never felt anything like that before. Asian Guy couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his cock from her pussy, grabbed her ass and told her he needed to cum. He held her down as he gripped his cock and furiously jerked it over her pale, pink ass. He groaned in ecstasy as he shot thick streams of cum over her ass cheeks. She giggled as he dribbled the last drops of his semen onto her back. She was stuck in the cushions of the couch. He laughed and fell down beside her. Artist Girl felt a single vibration on her clit. She knew there was a voice mail from her high school sweetheart waiting for her. She began to feel sad, because she knew it was over between them.
The End.
A Loney and Lusty Housewife
Elaine cursed as the dirty water in her sink festered instead of going down the plughole as it was meant to do. It had been over an hour since she had last checked and the greasy slime trail of the original water level around the sink was less than half an inch above where it was now. She would have to get a plumber in.
As she thumbed through the yellow pages she reminded herself, not for the first time, that she ought to get to grips with using computers and the internet. Sometimes, she felt like crying out of the sheer frustration of loneliness. Hank was at work all day and when he came home in the evening he was ratty and not much fun to be with. Being trapped in the suburbs, without a driver's license was decidedly not fun. All around her house was other houses that looked just the same as hers; stretching on for mile after mile there weren't even any shops within walking distance, making her feel even more trapped in a whitewashed world.
She was surprised at how quickly the plumber arrived and how quickly he sorted the problem out. And she was even more surprised when she offered him a drink after he had put his tools away. As he glugged his lemonade she couldn't help noticing the long, dark hairs on his powerful forearms amd his amazingly deep blue eyes as he watched her watching him. There was an animal presence about this man that his girlishly long eyelashes did somehow not detract from; if anything those amazing eyelashes just showed off his beautiful eyes and his rugged, tanned looks. He looked just like a plumber would look in a porn film, she thought.
As this thought entered her head she let out an involuntary little giggle.
'What's so funny' he asked? he smiled but his voice was rough. This was no actor; this was a blue collared working man down to his boots and though he might have perfected his smile as a charm offensive his voice was straight from the other side of the rail tracks.
'Nothing...' she replied but even as she said it she could see him sprouting the cheesy dialogue required to get him stripped off and humping away. Another giggle escaped her lips.
'You're doing it again.' he said. 'Am I drinking the lemonade wrong?'
She realized that she would have to come clean at the risk of offending him because if she didn't tell him what was amusing her he would be offended anyway.
'I was just thinking how you looked like one of those actors...you know, the plumber who shows up and...' her voiced trailed away.
He put his empty glass down and took a long hard look at the deliciously cool blonde with the legs up to her armpits and the perkiest tits he had seen in a long time and the pretty face and just-so haircut. She was way out of his league and yet...and yet, she had just thrown him a line like that!
'I should be so lucky to be in a movie like with someone like you.' he said as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
'I bet you get women practically throwing themselves at you.' Elaine replied.
'I wish.' he chuckled. 'The only person I get throwing themsef at me is the gay guy that lives next door to me.'
She paused. She could feel the flush of excitement creeping over her. Her secret fantasy had always been to see two men getting it on together; more precisely she would have loved to see her useless fart of a husband being dominated by a man. How she would have loved to see him being drilled deep by a man, a real man with ball bags full of potent spunk. How she longed for a baby but Hank's lazy sperm was making that almost an impossibility. Without even realizing it she brushed a red nail over her left nipple and Marco, the plumber, noticed it. Those long, red nails looked somehow incongruous with her demure, suburban look. Suddenly the air seemed fevered with expectations. What did she want from him? He thought he knew -- his little head was cock sure about it as it started stretching his foreskin -- but he couldn't be certain. His mouth felt dry and once his slumbering monster awoke there seemed no stopping it; he was aware of it laying heavy across his thigh and of her gaze dropping down from his eyes to the blue workpants that he wore.
'So tell me about this poor guy.' She purred. 'I bet you tease him like crazy.'
He wasn't sure how to respond. He watched her for a clue and all too soon it came. Those perfectly manicured nails raked over her left nipple again.
'I keep him sweet' Marco replied and as he did so he br
iefly passed this right thumb over the girth of his fat hog. Her eyes widened and she felt alarmed. This was so unlike her; she felt out of control and drawn to the danger that this man represented and desperate to get to the truth of his relationship with his next door neighbor.
'What does that mean "you keep him sweet"?
She cupped her left tit now and watched as the plumber briefly rubbed his cockhead through the fabric. She wasn't certain that he couldn't be gay, not when they were circling each other like vultures or hyenas, but she hoped that he wasn't entirely straight either. The idea that this gruff, masculine working man could have another, secret, tender side filled her head with lustful thoughts.
'I wish I could...' she paused, licked her lips and tried to control the insane tremble that she felt was about to consume her 'I wish I could watch you keep him sweet.'
'It doesn't happen that often.' he replied. 'I much prefer women but this guy, he fixes meals for to put in the freezer, he mows my lawn; he just makes things real easy for me and all because he wants me so bad.'
'Does he try it on?' she asked.
'All the time.' Marco replied. 'He is always after me to give him some, always trying to grab my ass, that kind of stuff.
'Oh wow!' she gasped as she teased her nipple further. 'How do you decide when to let him have some?'
She hardly recognized her own voice. It sounded throaty and yet brittle at the same time. She felt very slutty, prying into someone else's sex life like this but she could see by the tenting of his pants that her plumber was in the zone too.
'When he can't take any more.' he replied. 'I can tell when he gets real frustrated; he stops bringing me meals, he starts looking at other guys when we're out together and starts telling me what nice asses they have, that sort of thing.'
'You don't get...jealous?' she asked.
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