"I'm going to give you everything you want, you stupid bitch."
He pulled his dick out of her mouth and began spraying come all over her face, what seemed like gallons of it. The first spurt hit her left cheek, then he aimed for her mouth. His hot, oozing white come dripped down her chin and puddled on her high, firm tits. She was licking her lips and smearing his jizz into her mouth with her fingers.
"You drink every last drop of that, Sarah. Get all that hot Johnston into your mouth and let me see it."
She scraped up the last of his come with her fingers and opened her mouth to show him where it pooled, hot and white and almost steaming, on her tongue.
"Swallow it."
Sarah Palin closed her lips and swallowed obediently, giving little humming noises of approval. She licked the head of his meaty cock as it still dangled in front of her face, and after all, what else was she there for?
"I'm not done with you yet, ma'am," Levi said. He wanted to see what she could do with that tight runner's ass. And then maybe later, if Tank wasn't busy...
The End.
Palm Reading
It all started with a fortune cookie. I had gotten Chinese takeaways for dinner, and with it came a fortune cookie. After finishing my sweet and sour pork, I opened the cookie to read the message. Of course, I had been expecting something generic, but I was in for quite a surprise. The message inside the fortune cookie read:
You will hurt your foot.
***
So that's how I found myself standing in front of the fortune teller's house (or Jasmine the Seer, as she called herself in the ad in the local paper). For the past week I simply couldn't take my mind off the mysterious fortune cookie I had received. I was constantly imagining pains in my foot when I thought about the fortune cookie. Whilst I normally scoffed at such notions as fortune-telling, my friend Liz had suggested that I go and see a self-proclaimed psychic. Since it couldn't hurt, I had agreed. I phoned the number given in the ad in the paper, and arranged an appointment with a young woman over the phone.
I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened, and there was a beautiful young woman standing before me. She wore a sinister yet formfitting black cloak. Her hair was long and dark, her lips were full, and she had soft blue eyes. But what really caught my attention was her tits. They were truly enormous. Her cloak did little to hide their mountainous beauty, as valleys of deep cleavage were exposed. This wasn't what I expected a fortune teller to look like.
"Do come in," she said. I had been staring. She gave a dazzling smile. "I'm Jasmine the Seer, and you must be Steven." She didn't look Persian. Peterborough was more likely.
"Follow me to the Room of Enlightenment," she said, and turned on her heel. Only then did I realise how truly short her cloak was. It only came to a few inches below her bum, and as she walked, her cloak rode up, and I prayed for a glimpse of her asscheeks. Although cloaks were usually very baggy garments worn by monks and the like, hers was tightly stretched around her arse. And what an arse it was. They were two round globes of perfection, clearly not constrained by any panty. I watched the sway of her cheeks as I followed her, mesmerised.
We sat down in her living room. There was a crystal ball on her coffee table.
"So what is it that you want to know, darling?" she asked me sweetly.
I gulped. There was something about her that made me nervous. It was her tits, definitely.
"Oh, you know, er, just my future. What the stars hold for me and so on."
"And do you have faith in the powers of divination and the spirits to lead you into the future?"
"Oh definitely. The spirits are like, top, you know? Yeah, I'm way into that kind of stuff."
It occurred to me that I sounded like a complete twit. Thoughts along those lines frequently occur to me when I'm talking to attractive women who I will never be able to sleep with. Although they are generally phrased more like "Oh fuck, Steven, you're really cocking this up, you stupid twat." But I try not to talk like that in regular conversations.
"Give me your palm," she instructed. I did as she told me.
She studied it intently for a minute or two. All this time I was gazing with rapt attention at her bosom. She wasn't wearing a bra either. They didn't show any sign of sagging. I watched as her breasts heaved along with her breathing.
"This is very strange," she said finally. "Unless I'm very much mistaken..."
"Is it anything to do with my foot?" I asked. She looked at me as if I was mad.
"No, not your foot," she said. "Here, drink some tea."
The tea was cold, so I gulped it down quickly. I handed her the empty cup. Jasmine inspected the leaves in the cup.
"There's no doubt about it. The two of us are going to make love."
I leapt two inches in the air. "Sorry, I thought for a moment there that you said, erm, that we should, er..."
"Make love, yes."
I was completely flustered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the beauty in front of me who apparently had already decided that we were to fornicate made speech rather difficult.
Jasmine sighed. "Your palm and tealeaves quite clearly show that we have to fornicate. I can understand that you may be morally opposed to this, but I have to warn you that trying to defy fate or the will of the spirits will only lead to great woe in both of our lives."
I was in no mood to refuse this buxom woman. Particularly when she stood up and took off her cloak, revealing her full naked beauty to me.
Her tits were nothing short of perfect. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, and it was almost a pity that her luscious thighs had to be overshadowed by her other prominent curves.
Up to that point I had been firmly rooted to my seat. I quickly jumped up and tried to tear my clothes off all at once, which is no easy task. Jasmine giggled.
"Allow me."
She took my shirt off, and then eased me back into my seat. She slowly lowered herself down to her knees. She held my gaze as she unzipped my jeans.
Her hot mouth planted kisses all over my cock. I was in pure bliss as I allowed her to wrap her lips around my cock, which was quickly growing fully erect. I grabbed a tit and gave it a good mauling. Jasmine got to work, making love to my dick with her mouth. I tweaked her nipple. She seemed intent on getting all of me into her mouth. I was in wondrous ecstasy as she gave me a proper deepthroat.
She released my cock from the heaven it had been in with a plop.
"Oh, Jasmine," I moaned.
"You can call me Jenna, darling," she said.
Although I had been disappointed when Jenna stopped blowing me, my disappointment turned to delight as she mounted me. Jenna guided my cock to her pussy. I let out an involuntary gasp as I penetrated her sex. Jenna bounced rhythmically as she impaled herself on my dong. Her tits were jiggling wondrously, even smacking me in the face. I grabbed a hold of her peachy ass and thrusted my cock deep into her pussy. I felt myself nearing the point of orgasm just as Jenna entered the ecstasy of her own orgasm. I shot wave after wave of cum deep into her pussy.
I stayed inside her as my cock slowly went limp. We lay panting in each other's arms. My head was resting on her tits. We just lay like that for a few minutes. I gave her left nipple a light bite. She giggled (if she kept this up I may end up falling for this mad woman) and got up. She read my palm again.
"It's still the same," she said. I gave her a quizzical look. "It means we'll have to carry on committing these sins of the flesh.
"You mean that we still need to do some fucking?" I asked incredulously.
"I know that this is extremely inconvenient Steven, but it is of the utmost importance that we make love regularly, preferably whenever possible. Right now would be a good time."
"I'm not too sure I'll be up for it again, Jenna, what with the orgasm I've just had."
She pondered this for a moment. "How about if you do me up the arse?"
"Now you're talking, babe."
Jenna got down on her knees again and spa
t on my cock and gave it a quick sucking. "There, that should do it."
Jenna got down on her hands and knees. She stuck her bum up in the air. Now whilst I have touched on her bottom before, I should make it clear that words can't describe those two amazing globes. I needed no second invitation to position myself behind her.
I spread her cheeks apart to stick my semi-erect cock in. "Oww," Jenna moaned. I kept on foraging, going ever deeper into her arse, with my cock stiffening along the way. Jenna breathed heavily, clearly in some pain.
"You OK?" I felt compelled to ask.
"Fuck me, Steven!" she yelled.
I was only too happy to oblige. I went slowly at first, and then gradually picked up the pace. Seeing her two asscheeks wrapped tightly around my cock was an amazing sight to behold, but even that didn't have anything on the sensational feeling I had of buggering this sex goddess. Since I had cum only recently, I was holding out a lot longer this time. She moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I stuffed my cock deep into her arse. My balls slapped against her ass rhythmically. We kept on going like this for almost ten minutes. Eventually I just couldn't hold out any more, and I came inside her arse. Despite the fact that I had come recently, I still shot a large load of cum into her arse.
I extracted my now limp dick from her arse. My cum was leaking from her bottom, slowly dribbling down her thighs. Jenna turned around and licked my cock clean, unperturbed by the fact that it had just been in her arse.
"That was absolutely great," I said. "I may find myself coming around to this idea of having sex at every opportunity."
"I think that as long as we get together about twice a week for a fuck we should be okay," she said, making no effort to cover her naked beauty. I promised to call her so that we could arrange future dates.
I dressed and made my way towards the door. She accompanied me without any clothes on.
Jenna gave me a quick kiss on the lips whilst I reached up to grope a tit. If I hadn't just come twice I would have easily just fucked her again right there and then. I gave her bottom a departing squeeze as I left, reflecting on just what I lucky bastard I was.
The End.
A Sight To Behold
In an unfamiliar room Craig stumbles through the dark and steps on a toy. Reaching out for balance he falls onto the bed. His head spinning with drunkenness he reaches down and massages the pain out of his foot. He had gone out with his friends Taylor and Melissa. Having had a few too many they offered to let him stay the night and sleep in their son's playroom. Cluttered with toys and enveloped with darkness, Craig found it difficult to travel the unfamiliar territory without incident. His recent journey aside, he felt the alcohol's full effect and positioned himself into the bed. He reminisced about the nights events.
Celebrating Taylor's birthday, Craig, Taylor, and his wife Melissa went to dinner. The food and wine seemed to keep coming. Begging for even more trouble the friends made a trip to the local casino. Rather they taking chances with the tables or machines, they opted to hover around the bar and continue the good times. A number of times throughout the night Craig felt a bit of out of place. The alcohol had affected Taylor in Melissa in a predictable way and as the night grew longer the distance between them grew shorter. Soon, Melissa was snuggled into his shoulder and whispering into his ear. Rubbing her bare legs he traced a finger tip from her shins up to the bottom of her noticeably short skirt. She giggles with anticipation but stops as she looks up and sees Craig's stare.
Always voyeuristic Craig had never found a real-world situation in which to indulge his fetish. He carried this secret desire in the hopes of one day looking in the right window, finding an open couple, or just stumbling into a situation that he could watch. He'd seen the voyeur videos online and even purchased some hidden cam videos from the local adult superstore but he knew it wouldn't be the same as seeing it in person. His head swimming with drunkenness, Craig chooses his final position, closes his eyes, and falls into sleep.
Two hours later, Craig awakens. A bit more sober, he struggles to remember where he is and why he is there. Moments pass and he remembers.
"Taylor and Melissa's house," he thinks to himself. "Jesus my head hurts."
Gathering his thoughts Craig turns his body and moves to the edge of the bed.
"I need some water," he thinks to himself.
As he starts to get up, he suddenly stops. He hears a noise: an unmistakable noise. It's Melissa and she's moaning. His interest piqued, Craig carefully navigates a path through the room to the door. He stops and listens.
"Yeah," he hears. "Fucking eat it. Lick my pussy--come on!"
Craig's eyes widen in surprise. He feels his cock harden and continues to listen.
"Oh that's it. Get that tongue in there. Come on Tay! Eat me!"
Craig decides to try to get better position. Gently and slowly he turns to knob to the door. He pushes it outward and steps forward to move into the hall. Then it happens. His foot lands on a toy car. Stabbing pains course through his leg and he lurches forward on one foot. Losing his balance entirely he falls to the floor pushing the door open so far it bounces off the wall and makes an awful racket. Still on the floor in both pain and embarrassment, Craig hears Taylor's bedroom door open and he blushes. Standing over him in a robe is Taylor.
"Dude," he said. "What the fuck happened? You alright?"
Embarrassed, Craig replies.
"Uh, yeah. I was going to the bathroom and stepped on a toy."
"You sure you weren't listening to me eating pussy?" Taylor asks. "It's okay dude. I'd be listening if you were doing it."
"Well," Craig replies pulling himself to his feet, "I actually was. Pretty hot, too."
"Listen," Taylor replies, "Melissa has always had an exhibitionist fetish so we'd actually like it if you joined us in the bedroom to watch. You down?"
His eyes wide in surprise and his cock throbbing at the thought, Craig nodded his head.
"I'd love to. I've always wanted to see."
Taylor turns and walks into his room followed closely by Craig. Instantly noticeable is Melissa. Covered only by the sheet on their bed, she smiles as they meet eyes.
"Hi there. You enjoy the show so far?" she asked.
"So far. Hoping for a bit more though," Craig replies.
"You know it," she says tossing the sheet aside.
Craig takes in the view before him. He sits in a chair in the corner and Melissa's gleaming smile draws his attention first. His sight moving down, he's drawn to her perky breasts. Taut against her tanned body, the nipples are erect thanks to the cool air. He looks down her belly to her glistening pussy. Taylor's saliva and her own moisture create a sheen unlike anything Craig has seen before. He licks his lips as he imagines what she must taste like.
"Alright," Taylor says breaking the silence. "Where were we? Ah, yes. The pussy eating."
Crawling onto the bed he spread her legs and takes a long look at her. Taylor sticks out his tongue and licks the length of her pussy. Slowly tracing from her amply moist opening he moves to her clit. Pausing to pay extra attention, he flicks it with his tongue. Craig watches Melissa squirm in pleasure. His pants grow tighter with the hardening of his cock. He considers taking it out but thinks better of it. Perhaps that's not part of the deal. Taylor continues to tongue his wife's pussy.
"Come on baby," she begs. "I'm so close. Make me cum. I wanna cum."
Taylor obliges her request and quickens his pace. He presses his tongue against Melissa's hardened clit and licks furiously. Just as she begins to cum, he pulls away leaving no obstruction to the view of her pulsing pussy. Melissa grabs the sheets and squeezes with all her might as she cums for the first of climax of the night. Craig watches in amazement as her pussy clinches against itself reaching desperately for something to fill it.
Panting, Melissa turns to Taylor.
"Your turn. Bring that cock of yours over here," She says motioning him her way.
Taylor walks to the side of the bed and dro
ps his boxers to the floor. Melissa grabs his cock in her hand and jams it into her mouth. She moves her soft lips up and down the shaft fixating her stare on Craig. He looks her in the eyes and takes in the scene. Unable to control himself any longer, he takes out his cock and strokes up and down his length.. Melissa flicks the ridges of Taylor's head with her tongue and takes him in again. Craig watches as Taylor throws his head back in ecstasy.
"Holy crap," Taylor exclaims. "That is fantastic. Come on. Suck my dick. I need you to suck it."
She takes his length over and over again all the while staring at Craig as if to offer her services to him. Taylor pulls away and draws Melissa's attention.
"Let's do this," he says.
Taylor positions Melissa on all fours on the bed and approaches her from behind. He turns to Craig.
"Should I?" he inquires. "What do you think?"
Craig smiles.
"Get in there and get some, buddy!"
Taylor agrees and presses himself against Melissa's radiantly warm pussy.
"Well," he asks, "you want this cock or what?"
"More than ever. Fuck me good. Make me cum. We do, after all, want to put on a good show," she said smiling at Craig.
Taylor grasps onto her sides for support and presses the length of his swollen cock into her. She moans in ecstasy as she feels him enter her. He strokes in and out of her pushing every bit of himself into her. Taylor pushes and pushes into her, driving as hard as he can. Craig strokes himself to the rhythm of his friends' skin slapping. He looks on as Taylor thrusts himself into his wife and she bucks against his swollen rod.
"That's it baby," Melissa offers. "Just fucking take it. Do it. Do me. Come on, fuck me hard!"
Taylor leans over and whispers in Melissa's ear. Surprised, Craig takes his hand off his cock and watches. Melissa looks in his direction and smiles big.
"Hey Craig," she says. "Why don't you bring that dick of yours over and let me suck it?"
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