MILF HAREM: AN EXPLICIT EROTIC STORY BUNDLE

by EVA QUEEN

  I had to smile. It was fun and I wanted more! “Do you like my legs?” I asked him directly. Again, he blushed because he felt caught. “Touch them if you like,” I encouraged him. With a devotional gaze, he ran his hand delicately over my stocked thighs, his gaze still firmly fixed on my feet. “You like feet?” I asked him and reaped a shy nod.

  I pondered for a moment, looked around, and saw that we were completely alone in the corner of the café. “I would like you to kiss my feet. Would you do that for me now?” Shocked, he looked around, but he didn’t dare. I had to face him a little more demanding. “Come on, go ahead. No one sees you. If you do that, then you may meet me again!”

  That must have been the right tone and the right promise because he got down on his knees and kissed the back of my foot carefully and very tenderly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his warm, moist lips running over my stockinged skin. Yes, it even made me horny. I could feel my heart pounding like bass drums. Again, I felt the unmistakable sign of moisture in my panties.

  Following an impulse, I leaned forward, reached into his hair, and directed his head where I wanted it to go. “That’s nice what you’re doing. My whole body is tingling. Are you ready to spoil me even more? No! Don’t say anything! If you’re ready for that, then just kiss my shoes now!”

  Eagerly he kissed himself downwards and kissed the soft leather of my shoes. All the way to the tip, which he took lightly between his lips and sucked on them a little. Oh, how horny that was!! I suddenly realized that I wanted this man. I wanted even more of his tenderness, of the fervor with which he tried to spoil me. I opened my thighs slightly and allowed him to see my panties. This devotional look convinced me, and I was sure I was doing the right thing.

  In short, we quickly became a couple. He was so considerate and attentive. Again, and again, he surprised me with small gifts and kindness. I found out that he had inherited a lot of money and could live his life completely independently. He had a fantastically sensitive tongue, which he learned to use quickly. I enjoyed the fact that I could just sit down on the couch, and without any further request he got down on his knees in front of me to pamper me from my feet to the pit of my womanhood. I soon loved getting my daily orgasms whenever I felt like it.

  The only thing that didn’t fit was his erect member. It was normal size, but he was hardly able to get it hard. If I needed a real fuck, he wasn’t the right partner for me. At first, it had been frustrating, but I got used to it, yes, I started to enjoy this situation. That’s because he would earnestly strive to use his tongue offering all the tributes he could in my burning rosebuds. He always put my preferences first, and that wasn’t an exception. It seemed to be enough for him to give me a blasting relief and then satisfy himself. Most of the time I would put my stockinged feet on his face or have my toes sucked while he masturbated. I also noticed that he became mentally submissive when I twisted, squeezed, and pulled his nipples with my thumbs and index fingers. The hornier he became, the harder I could grasp.

  Not half a year passed, and he asked me to marry him. He had booked a very romantic hotel for us, and we sat on the terrace on a warm summer evening with a good glass of wine. When he knelt before me, I was confused at first because I had not asked for his special services. When he raised his hand to his speech, I realized what this was all leading to. No sooner did I hear his exact words than I concentrated on being able to have the right answer ready when the crucial question would come.

  I almost didn’t hear them. I looked deep into his blue eyes, smiled at him and said: “I would very much like to marry you, my darling! But before I say “yes”, I would like us to set some rules for our future life. I would like us to make a contract for this. Is that ok with you? You can then decide if you still want to marry me!” A little disappointed but hopeful he agreed. I asked for a few days to draw up the contract, and then we were to meet in his apartment.

  After consulting with a lawyer friend of mine, I drew up the contract that would change our lives, but at the same time seal them. I worked in a concentrated way, and Andrew was surprised when I contacted him on the third day, and told him that I would come to him in the evening to present my proposal (I had formulated it that way because I wanted to give him the feeling that he could help decide).

  For this special evening, special clothing was necessary. I decided to wear Woolford’s Stay Hip, my short black leather miniskirt, and a softly falling top. For my feet, I had chosen fancy sandals, which showed off my red painted toenails. Knowing that he would be turned on just by the sight of them, I already had my excitements gushing up and down my spine shivering me. I tied my hair into a strict braid, packed the previously purchased utensils, and the prepared contract in triplicate. This evening was to become unforgettable for him and would bind him to me forever but on my terms.

  Andrew opened the door for me and looked at me with that admiring look that I liked so much about him. We sat down in the corner of the couch and chatted about the last days. He became more and more nervous, couldn’t take his eyes off my provocatively positioned feet. When I had the feeling that I had let him fidget long enough, I took a deep breath, looked him in the eyes, and said, “I would like you to undress now and then kneel before me. I hope you have removed your body hair the way I wanted you to. I want to check that first.”

  While he hurried to get rid of his clothes, I put a copy of the contract on the table. As he kneeled before me, I grabbed his nipples without hesitation, twisted and twirled them skillfully so that, as I knew, he quickly started moaning. Again, I looked deep into his eyes.

  “Do you love me with all your heart?” I inquired sternly.

  “Yes!” Was his stammering reply.

  “Are you ready to place yourself in my hands? You know that I like to call the shots!” I pressed further.

  “Yes!” He replied with trembling lips.

  I slipped a little forward so that my skirt pushed up, and he had a clear view of my clean-shaven pussy. I stuck a finger inside and held this under his nose. He inhaled the sweet smell and licked the flavorsome taste of my juice and closed his eyes.

  “Do you think you’re ready to bow to my will and grant me every wish?” I was leaving no stones unturned to check if he was ready to submit to me.

  “Yes,” He stammered again.

  I knew he had no chance. His horniness and natural submissiveness, encouraged by working on his nipples, made him ready for almost any confession.

  “If you are aware and sure of this, you may now turn around and read the contract. But stay on your knees, I want to continue to feel you and have you at my feet!” I pressed his head once more on my shoe so that he could kiss the tips of my feet and then released him so that he could turn around.

  “On all fours!” I instructed him briefly. I sat down on his back, rubbed my bare pussy against his spine, and reached around him with both hands, breathed light kisses into his neck, and twirled his nipple again. His wheezing told me that he found it difficult to concentrate on the paper in front of his eyes at all. I had him right where I wanted him.

  He began to read. This was -- in extracts -- the content:

  1. You shall honor me and be my will always.

  2. You put all your needs and wishes after mine.

  3. You will give me total control over your finances.

  4. I control your life and what you do.

  5. I will live my life as I want without any objections on your part.

  There were a few more points, but these were the decisive ones. In the end, I had written the following sentence:

  “I love you with all my heart and commit myself to do you no serious harm. I will always stay with you and take care of you, love you, and make sure that you are well -- according to the circumstances mentioned above.”

  I saw that he had finished reading, and I increased my efforts to keep him excited. I reached back with one hand and stimulated his butt hole. I had noticed before that he liked it very much, but it wa
s only that evening that I started to touch it. His horny groaning betrayed me of the effect. Slowly I pushed a finger in, overcame the resistance of his sphincter, and asked if he was ready to sign the contract.

  Andrew could not help himself. I had him in my hand. My control over him was absolute and irresistible. He raised his hand, took the ready pen, and signed while I fucked him in the ass with the middle finger of my left hand and twisted his nipples with my right hand. Somehow, I even managed to rub my shoe against his cock, and the moment he signed, he exploded to orgasmic bliss with a loud moan and splashed his sperm on the soft carpet.

  Until our wedding, which took place a short time later, I refined our game of attraction and suppression. After the extravagant celebration, we went to the wedding room. There I allowed him to fuck me again. He was allowed to take me in every conceivable position, which he also tried. To be honest, it didn’t give me very much, and I was a little disappointed when he orgasmed after about half an hour and then immediately nodded off to sleep. I made a mental note, and after some effort, I also fell into a deep sleep.

  I woke up because he had snuggled up against me in his sleep in the morning. His hugs were so soft and tender. I loved him and felt very comfortable as he lay behind me like a spoon. My thoughts roamed the previous day again and ended up at the unsatisfactory end of the night. I put my hand between my legs and became horny instantly. Carefully I released myself from his embrace and turned him on his back.

  I squatted over him and rubbed my clitoris. Yes, the liquid flowed immediately. I lowered my lap and came to sit on his face with my face positioned toward his torso. I rubbed my clitoris against his nose back and forth; slowly he finally started to wake up. As he recognized what was happening, I felt his tongue begin to circle my clitoris, just the way I love it. Now all I had to do was put all my weight on his face, and I could reach the climax myself. Stimulating, I kneaded his nipples and watched his cock get hard. When he wanted to touch himself, I pushed his hand aside. No! Now only I wanted my satisfaction. He would have to wait.

  “Mmmm! That’s my good boy. Nice and slow! Don’t rush, we have all day long. And you’ll be spending much of this weekend with your face between my thighs. Does that make you happy, sweetie?” I gasped as I felt his tongue offering me oral tributes.

  “I knew it would. You’re such an angel. You love bringing me to climax with your tongue. Feeling me quiver and quake on with your lips,” I breathed heavily as I reached my orgasmic zenith.

  “It must make you so proud to accomplish that, especially, when considering your pitiful excuse of a penis. It’s so tiny and squirts so easily, it could never satisfy a woman. You’re so lucky to have found me. I don’t care about your little Winnie. I only care about your tongue,” I asserted as goosebumps coursed all over my naked body.

  The thought that I wanted to control his ejaculation and hormonal balance in the future made me incredibly horny, and I had a headache that was going on in my mind. I orgasmed very intensely, shivering my body and spasming the inner walls of my pussy which caused a real gush of juice that he eagerly sucked up. He always said that it was the best drink in the world for him. Very well, should he have enough of it? As my orgasm slowly subsided, I felt the unrestrained pounding of my bladder, which reminded me that I usually have to go to the bathroom first thing in the morning. I know that it smells very intense in the morning because it is flushed through the kidneys for a long time. But I didn’t want to feel sorry for him. I was determined to absolutely subdue him, so I peed in his still greedily slurping mouth.

  He wanted to flinch, but I sat on him so firmly that he could not move. A little more twirling of the nipples and he started to swallow. I saw his body resisting, even choking a little, but I was relentless and peed out. I let the last drops be licked off with relish, only then I said my first words, “Good morning, my beloved husband. You have done well. You may thank me for giving you so much to drink so early. Lick my butt hole!”

  With these words, I slipped a little forward, so that he could now spoil my rear side with his tongue. I was curious, but not surprised when he obediently followed my instructions. I let him have a few minutes and kept him from touching himself. In return, I rubbed his shaft from time to time and even bent over to spoil him a little with my mouth. Whenever I felt that he was about to come, I stopped touching him and waited until he calmed down again.

  When I had had enough, I again enclosed his shaft with my lips and sucked on it with relish. It didn’t take much effort, and his warm sperm shot deep into my mouth. I sucked him down to the last drop and climbed down from him. One quick turn and I lay on his belly, his face close to mine. I grabbed his jaws, pressed so that his mouth opened slightly, and gave him a passionate French kiss, letting his juice run deep into his throat. Again, he could not withdraw, and I pressed my lips on him until I felt him swallow.

  I detached myself from his lips, looked deep into his devoted eyes, slapped him lightly, and confirmed that he had to get used to such a thing now that he was mine and had to do whatever I wanted.

  We had to return home the very next day to our familiar surroundings. In the meantime, I had moved into his penthouse apartment. It consisted of several rooms, three bathrooms, a large living room with an attached terrace that could not be seen from outside. When we arrived, I had him fetch the small package that I had prepared in advance on the bed. I took it and placed it meaningfully on the table.

  “I would like to enjoy this evening with you. Please pick out of my closet the things you like most about me. I want to be beautiful and desirable for you.” In reply, he said unnecessarily that I was desirable anyway, no matter what my clothes. Nevertheless, he liked to leave and came back with the outfit he had met me in. I changed quickly and asked him to undress completely in the meantime. When I entered the room again, Andrew sat on the couch and looked at me expectantly. I stood up in front of him with my hands on my hips.

  “Now that everything has been sealed, I would like to clarify and clarify our relationship to each other. On your knees before me. My shoes are a little dusty, clean them with your tongue!” He did it without contradiction. “You know that you are the ideal man for me. The only thing that bothers me is that you never really get your thing stiff, and you can’t satisfy me with it. I will remedy that. Get up!” I reached back and opened the package. Inside was a penis cage that I had ordered from a special adult online store.

  “Put your hands on your back and close your eyes,” I ordered. Then I tampered with his member and put the cage on him. He was allowed to open his eyes and just barely see how I locked the metal lock.

  “What are you doing?” he asked me in horror.

  “I will make sure that in the future you get rid of your hormones only according to my will,” With these words, I resumed my popular method of nipple twisting. Immediately a horny moaning came off his lips, his eyes half-closed.

  Thus, my preparations were completed. I had him in my hand...

  Story 4: Wicked Relations

  I didn’t want to go on vacation with my mother, but I was nineteen and the next couple of weeks were holidays at my college. Moreover, it was a paid week at sea, so I did her the favor. My little brother was thirteen, and I was supposed to look after him somewhat, at the campground.

  My family went to the same place every year, my brother Tom knew his way around there, but my mother was very anxious, especially after my father left us last year.

  In August, there were only families at Lake Bolsena and of course, there were some familiar faces among them. Nearby we also found the caravan of family Saunders from Chemnitz. It was an elderly retired couple who spent almost half the year on vacation. At the moment, their grandson Manfred was visiting whom I called Freddie. Manfred was my age and had his motorcycle, with which we both made quite an impression on the girls.

  On the third day, he wanted to go to Rome by motorcycle, but unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to accompany him. I was furious with my mother
because I expected that something would “go” with the girls in Rome.

  In the evening I drank down my frustration and didn’t go back to the tents until around 1.00 AM when the light was still on in the caravan from the Saunders’s. I heard heavy breathing from Mr. Saunders and the moaning of a woman. “Horny, the old man is still doing his wife!” I thought to myself. Well, maybe the grandmother was already old, but she still had a good figure. Not that she had been slim; no, rather well proportioned.

  Mr. Saunders grunted loudly, and the caravan rocked along evenly, I found it more funny than cool in my drunken state. Then I heard the woman’s voice asking him to fuck her harder. I immediately recognized that this voice was that of my mother.

  I felt as if I had suddenly become sober again, I was so distraught.

  As I took a few steps backward, I tripped over a ring of the tent fixture and fell.

  “Who is there?” it came from the awning. It was Mrs. Saunders who had fallen asleep on the couch there. I must have woken her. “It’s me, Stefan!” I pulled up the zip of the tent and went inside. Mrs. Saunders was lying on her deck chair covered with blankets, and on the small camping table were 3 empty wine bottles. “Good evening! Sorry to disturb you,” I tried to distract Mrs. Saunders so that she didn’t hear what was going on in the caravan.

  “No problem, I must have dozed off a bit. Your mother was here, and we all had a bit too much alcohol. Would you like to go for another walk with me? It would certainly do me good now, but alone in the dark...” She proposed. To distract her from the bad surprise in the caravan, I immediately agreed.

  We strolled down to the beach, and when Mrs. Saunders almost tripped over a root, she hooked on my arm. Just as we reached the beach, she said that her husband was probably keen on my mother. I was speechless that the woman said such a thing about her husband, but she just went on. “We have a very open marriage, and when we’re on vacation, we let people do as they please anyway,” She sighed.