So now today, as I see her move the last of her meager belongings to the truck and prepares to move on to a whole different venue – far north of here – and into a different art program there is a simple smile that comes from her to me. Then she went inside one last time and brought the painting she'd made after the night of her criticism rework. It's an oil – she just likes that medium – but much more abstract than her other stuff. Dark reds serve as a background for what are shaded people locked in coitus. Legs akimbo, backs arched (although vertical). There is passion here. Real passion. The polish is coming to her talent. Maybe she will find other expansions of her soul as she progresses. Regardless, I now have a wonderful small piece of art from someone that made for a delectable evening.
The End.
Belle's Submission
As I enter the hotel room I don't see you at first, you're stood so close to the door. You reach behind me and push it closed. Startled I turn and see it's you, my master. You would never lower yourself to showing you are pleased to see me, and I'm embarrassed at my own telltale smile at the sight of you again. You take my hand and lead me to the bed and lay me down upon it. You crawl up beside me, pressing your body close to me, just enough that I can feel how hard you are already, but I know better than to react. Your hand moves to my hair and grasps a handful, pulling my head back sharply, exposing my neck and causing me to utter a whimper.
"Baby, you know how I feel about noise, you will be quiet until I tell you that you may speak. Am I understood?" you whisper gently in my ear, with only the slightest hint of menace.
I nod and you pull my hair hard, "Good, because if you don't do as you're told you will be punished ."
There are few things I like less than my masters punishments.
I nod again and you smile, seeing the panic in my eyes at the thought I might displease yo.
Releasing my hair you lean over me and give me the sweetest, slowest kiss, your tongue flicking inside my mouth. Your hand runs down the side of my face, you take my chin, tilting it upwards just to make sure that I'm submitting every step of the way. As if I ever had any doubt who was in control.
I feel your tongue lap, almost imperceptibly, at my earlobe and you whisper the words I've been waiting for, "Now then beautiful, let's get started."
You pull me to my feet and release the zip at the back of my dress. Then raising my arms over my head you lift if off, revealing my underwear, exactly what you told me to wear. I was careful not to make any mistakes for you. I'm stood exposed in black satin underbust corset, cinched in tight at the waist, panties and suspender belt with old style seamed stockings and my beautiful black satin heels. I realise the room is cold, and I know you've done that on purpose, I remember you saying how hard it makes my nipples. As I think this I glance down and notice them stiffening.
You stand holding my hands over my head like a ballerina and turn me, taking in the sight before you from every angle. I can tell you like what you see, your eyes are flashing with the urge to take me now. But you'd never let that happen, it's all about the control here.
"Mmm baby, you look good."
You turn me to face away from you and run your hands over my body and back up to my breasts, pausing to pinch each nipple hard, forcing me to bite my lip to avoid making a sound. A taste of things to come. Then holding my hip in one hand and placing the other in the small of my back you bend me forwards, so that I'm stood with my ass in the air and my breasts hanging unsupported, my arms out in front of me on the bed. I feel you move away as you speak again,
"Do not move, I have something for you"
I hear a drawer opening behind me, you take something out and return to the bed. You undo the clasps at the rear my stockings, exposing the tops of my thighs. And gently push up either side of my panties so that my ass is on show. I know what's coming next. My nipples harden further and I can feel my clit start to throb with anticipation. Reaching round me you show me your present. A leather paddle with a wide base, a new one I've never seen before. You bend over me, your face level with my ear,
"Now I'm going to use this on your beautiful behind and you're going to like it aren't you?"
I start to turn my head to respond, only to feel a hard, sharp slap across the back of my thighs. My hips buck forward with the pain and I almost cry out, but manage to hold it and only elicit a tiny squeak.
You grab my hips roughly and pull me back in to position, taking my neck in the other hand and squeezing slightly so my breathing begins to come in rasps. You utter a vicious whisper,
"I told you not to move, if you can't behave you know what happens. And don't think I
didn't hear that silly little noise you made then."
My cheeks flush, I am ashamed of myself, I can't even stay still for you. But still the throbbing sensation in my clit persists, even your wrath turns me on.
As quickly as your anger rises it subsides, your hand loosens its grip on my neck and you lower it to my ass and thighs. Gently you stroke me, soothing the red mark you've created. You reach between my legs and slowly run your index finger over the fabric covering my pussy. You pinch my swollen lips through the fabric and I'm sure I hear you moan slightly. Even the tiniest touch from you makes my knees go weak, I long for you to pull my panties to one side and run your fingers over my clit, slipping them inside me to feel how wet you make me, how happy being your sub makes me.
But I know that won't happen yet, you're teasing. As quickly as you're there you're gone again. You lean over me once more and whisper,
"On the plus side baby you're very wet, I can feel it through your panties. Soaking, in fact, it's a good thing I don't mind otherwise you'd be punished for that too. Now be good for your master and you'll get what you want. But, I think we'll give you a little help staying quiet, as clearly you need it."
You cross the room again and I hear you remove something else from the drawer and return to me. Your hand appears in front of my face again, this time holding a ball gag. My heart sinks, I hate the ball gag, but I know it's my punishment for being disobedient and I know it pleases you to see me wearing it.
You place the ball in my mouth and fasten the strap at the rear. I want to struggle, get out of it somehow, but I'm not stupid enough to try that, you wouldn't stand for it.
"No more noises, no more movements. You do as you are told and be a good little girl for me"
I look down, the shame rising again.
I feel you step away again, a swift rush of air moves close to my thigh and I realise you've raised the paddle, before I can complete that thought you've swept it back down and connected it with the base of my ass cheek.
It's a hard blow, the stinging sensation catapults over my ass and through my whole body, I bite down hard on the gag and tears form in my eyes. The pain is all consuming for a moment and then subsides, leaving me warm and sore.
I can tell you are smiling, I was good and didn't make a sound. I feel that swift rush of air again...
The End.
In Praise of Big Black Women
Laura had big brown GG hanging tits, round full and firm, even though she was 54. I'm 55 and pale and slim and staring at her tits.
Flawless big boobs. Big dark nipples that point to the floor. They rest on her round belly when she's topless and sitting down, on a chair, or my cock. Having had no kids helps her boobs stay full.
She was on top of me on her bed, on all fours, her big dark tits swinging like a pendulum, in and out of the range of my tongue. We were both laughing and having fun as she teased me.
I love big boobs, they're very sexy and beautiful to me. And I like to fuck them.
For some crazy reason when I was younger, I kept dating slim, small titted white women. But their sex appeal wore off quick. With small tits, they looked like boys. My dick didn't find that sexy. So I'd fuck'em from behind and watch their curvy asses.
A few big titted white women liked me and we had sex. I felt guilty having a sex with a voluptuous woman on my cock.
Like I wasn't meant to enjoy what I really wanted!
Why did going after what I really wanted take so long? Hell if I know!
So I went after chocolate women with big boobs and big butts. And they always come with a round belly. And now I think "she's soft and perfect". Like Laura.
I like it when a voluptuous woman smiles big, accepts herself and enjoys eating and sex. Don't pretend to be on a diet. There's a reason you're a little thick. You eat a lot, accept it. But you're not a big pig either.
Lose some weight for health if you need to, and do some physical activity besides sucking my cock. Like Laura's mouth was doing right now.
Bobbing her brown face with graying hair and big red, red lips up and down slowly on my hard white 7" cock. She stroked my cock with her red gloved hand. Her pink tongue would emerge and flick my white cock too.
Laura was wearing red satin gloves jerking me and bright red lipstick on her big puffy lips. She was fun and turned me on.
With red gloves, red lips, and black fish net stockings on (no garter!), she looked like Laura, but somehow fresh and new.
As I laid on her feminine silky bed she straddled me and with a red gloved hand inserted my 7" stiff white cock into her bald brown pussy. Very....s...l...o...w....l....y, ooohhh yeahhhhh!
Laura begins going up and down on my pole, her pendulous tits hanging down in my face, her round belly almost obstructing the view of my cock going in and out of her moistening cunt. I caught a glimpse of the pinkness inside her pussy.
My mouth and tounge were chasing her very dark erect nipples as she picked up speed bouncing on my cock. Big brown tits and dark chocolate nipples, swinging back and forth, were filling my vision. And very soon, my mouth.
As AARP members, people don't think we like to have sex any more. Hell, I've never had so much great sex so often in my life since Laura and I got together 3 years ago. She tells she's never had so much great sex either.
And neither of us take Viagra. Deep love and deep desire for each other really works. Sometimes a little wine or beer helps! She had a glass of wine and me--2 dark beers.
Laura was bouncing fast and furious on my hard dick now. My hands were firmly gripping her big tits and I was furiously licking and sucking them. Now I had one nipple in my mouth flicking it with my tongue then lightly biting it.
My hands pushed her boobs together so the 2 nipples were next to each other and I put them both in my mouth and licked hard between the two. She was moaning.
In a few minutes, I roll us over so I'm on top of her. Her fish net brown ankles over my white shoulders,. A pillow under her big brown ass, and I grab on to her thick upper arms.
Pinning her to the bed like this, I pound my cock deep and hard into her wet cunt again and again and again. I love watching that. She can't move in this position. I'm pounding and dominating her pussy and her. We both love it.
Fucking her like this I also get to look into her beautiful black eyes. But mostly I like watching her big brown tits with dark nipples and big brown belly jiggle in time to my deep powerful fuck thrusts. I never thought watching a woman's belly jiggle as I fuck her would turn me on. But it does!
I smell her sex now. She's starting to cum. UUUoooohhhhh!, she moans.
Almost cumming, my cock is at its max length and strength.
I moisten 2 fingers on my left hand with pussy juice that is flowing down to her asshole. Then put them on her asshole. Light pressure at first, then building, she yields her ass open and my fingers slide in easily. She moans.
I fuck her some more and move my fingers in her ass in time with my cock. I apply pressure on my cock with my fingers thru her ass wall. I almost cum again with this double penetration. I love it.
Pulling out my cock, I grab some nearby sex lube with my right hand and squeeze some onto my hard cock. Tossing the lube aside my right hand strokes my cock spreading the lube.
Removing my fingers from her ass, I put my lubed cock right on the opening. Pausing I look at my white hard cock on her very black asshole, and press firmly in.
OOOOhhh! she says. I fuck Laura's ass lightly for a bit. We look into each others eyes.
Roll over baby, I say.
She does, on all four, my cock still in her ass.
Looking at her strong brown shoulders and curvy butt turns me on. She relaxes and I push my cock all the way in. Hard.
Her ass inside feels muscular and moist, her pussy is soft and moist.
Now I begin slow hard thrusts in her ass, building in speed and intensity until I'm ramming her ass hard. The slapping sound of our bodies is the loudest sound in the room.
My hands had been on her hips slamming her ass onto my cock as I push forward. I smell the ass sex and fuck harder.
Her tiger like stretch-marked ass wiggles to my pumping motion.
Pausing, I lay on her back and my left hand reaches around and grabs one of her big GG boobs as my right hand strokes her clit. I begin ass fucking her from this position again, rapidly.
She yelps a little, moans deep and moves her whole body in some sex filled way. Laura's cumming again. I'm about to.
Aaarrrggghhhh! I buck hard and shoot my load deep, deep in Laura's ass. I love fucking Laura in the ass. Hell, I love fucking her in the pussy, tits and mouth!
My sweaty body on her sweaty body, both breathing heavy. My wilting cock slips out of her wet asshole. We both laugh a little.
Whew, that was great, I say, as I roll off her and lay on my back. From her all fours position she collapses on top of my sweaty chest with a wet slapping sound.
I love it when you cum in my ass, she whispers.
I love doin' it babe.
The End.
Caught off Guard ... By the Guard
Susan considered the young man's proposal. She had no intention of accepting, but, her already purring libido snarled like a big cat. His offer had shocked her; his audacity had been breathtaking, especially considering his youth; Susan could feel the pulse of interest between her thighs. However adventurous she believed herself to be, her suburban chains held fast.
Besides, she had other business.
"I'm sure you're sincere," she demurred, smiling despite the traitorous clenching of her sex. "But a party with you and your three friends ...? In your barracks ...? I'm flattered you find me attractive enough to ask, but no, I don't think so."
The young man grinned at her and swigged from the can in his fist. He shrugged: "No harm in asking, eh?" He gave a bold wink and stood. Then, swaying with the jerking motion of the train, he rejoined his friends further along the carriage.
Susan settled back into the seat and indulged in a little fantasy reel as the train clattered rudely onwards through the warm, summer twilight towards Hampshire.
What if she had agreed? Four fit young men ... simultaneously? Susan shifted and wriggled while the warmth inside her knickers spread; she felt an insidious trickle and pressed a hand against her body. She could feel the heat even through her underwear and light, cotton dress.
"Filthy cow," she muttered, still cupping her mound.
Susan's admiring quartet alighted at an anonymous station; the train jolted and continued on its way. Like a meerkat, Susan stretched to check the carriage. She was alone.
Her hand slithered back to the place between her legs, Susan moaned with arousal and grew reckless as her enflamed ardour burned hotter and, without thinking, she lifted the hem of the dress, sliding her hand under the elastic of her damp panties. Her fingers against her smooth mons, Susan pressed again, but this time allowed herself the illicit pleasure of sliding her middle finger between the sticky folds of her labia. The fingertip slipped across her clitoris and she gasped.
Susan slid her knickers down her legs after another paranoid inspection confirmed she was indeed alone in the carriage. She stepped out of the garment and pushed the damp scrap into her bag.
Slumped back in her seat Susan rubbed herself urgently while images of the four squaddies, naked and hard, sprang to
mind.
"Oh, god!" she cried imagining their erections waving in front of her face. Those men in my mouth ... Taking them in turn between my legs ... Susan thrust three fingers inside herself as her desperation heightened; her other, busy hand rubbed at her hard clit.
She was close ... so close ...
Susan sensed his presence -- a shadow beyond her closed eyelids. Her eyes opened.
A man dressed in uniformed livery of the railway company stared at her boggle-eyed. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
Susan stared at him. "Oh!" she blurted as she clamped her thighs shut and fumbled at her dress.
The man cleared his throat and looked away from Susan. "Ticket please, miss," he mumbled.
"Oh my, god," Susan blurted. "I'm sorry ... So sorry. I ..." Her already flushed face grew redder.
"Ticket, miss," the man insisted.
Susan, red-faced but with her decorum restored, rummaged through her bag. She searched under and around her discarded panties but came out empty-handed.
"There's a penalty, miss," the man said.
"I don't have any money on me," Susan replied with a tremor in her voice. She replied in the negative to the guard's suggestion of identification and her address so a fine could be issued retrospectively.
"Nothing?" he asked finally. "Then I'll have to hand you to the BTP...The Transport Police," he clarified to Susan's mystified expression. "We can get off at the next station," he added.
"That's my stop! Surely we can do this another way ... Without the police I mean."
The man grinned. "Well ... considering what you were up to ..."
He let the suggestion hang in the air.
Another indecent proposal!
"You mean ...?" Susan's pussy growled in anticipation. She considered the second offer of the night. "I could pay the fine in kind?"
The man smirked and shrugged.
The pair walked along the station concourse. Twilight had become full dark.
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