Her breasts and body have become fuller since she gave up smoking a year ago and she loves it. I think it’s fucking great that having bigger tits have gave her so much added confidence. I know that she loves men looking at them. Even when I am sitting with her she pushes them out. She is not frightened to give someone an eyeful. Sometimes I even get the impression she would love to start massaging them no matter where we are. I love seeing her like that. A woman feeling sexy and happy about herself. I’m the one who gets to suck those big nipples of hers and she has every reason to be proud of them. Mmmmm just thinking about us on her leather sofa the last time. Her juicy wet cunt lowered on to my cock and her luscious tits being sucked and licked by my tongue and lips. Oh my what a hot sexy bitch she is…
I am so fucking horny thinking about her. I ‘m going to have to go and masturbate. It doesn’t compare with the real thing …but will have to do for now…I wonder if she will masturbate this evening too? Do you think she will mind me pulling the cock of myself thinking about her? I certainly don’t mind her rubbing her clit with dirty thoughts in her head. I hope she gets herself real juicy. …I’m definatley going to have to get her a big dildo to make sure she doesn’t crave too much for the real thing while I am not there. Fuck that is exciting too. Watching her work a big wank stick between those lips. I hope she never changes.
The End.
Mistress Maris
When I got to Maris’s apartment, my heart was racing. I rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, the door slowly opened. There she was, a smiling vision of beauty in shorts and a T-shirt. “Hey, come on in!” she said. We sat on her couch and talked about old times for a while, and I remembered why she was so fun to be with. After a moment of silence, she smiled and said “Why don’t you go ahead and take your clothes off for me.” My heart jumped up into my throat. I had never been spoken to so directly by a woman, and I instantly responded, “Yes, Ma’am.” It felt like a dream, and I stood up and slowly undressed in front of this beautiful woman as she sat smiling on the couch.
My face turned three shades of red as she gazed at my body. “Fold your clothes and put them on the chair,” she directed. I silently obeyed. Now she knew I was hers, to play with as a toy. “Come over here,” she said. Naked and shivering, I walked over to where she sat on the couch, and she squeezed my swollen cock and said, “You’re getting excited already, aren’t you, baby?” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said. She used my cock as a handle and turned me around, “Bend over,” she commanded. I bent over, and she slapped my ass so hard I yelped like a puppy. Maris laughed. She was so gorgeous. I could see the amusement growing in her sparkling eyes. She ordered me to spread my legs, and she grabbed my balls, pulling them back between my legs. My ass was pointing toward the ceiling and open for her next punishment. She ordered me to stay in this compromising position.
She walked over to a drawer and pulled something out. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her smearing some lube on a large butt-plug. She walked behind me and spread my ass cheeks with one hand as she nuzzled the large toy against my hot anus. I let out a low moan as she slowly penetrated my ass. I was so embarrassed, but I was also very excited. I felt like I was being raped, and I wanted to cry out. The butt-plug was as hard as a rock, and my throbbing butt-hole tightened around it as she slowly pushed it further up my ass. “Ooohhh!” I cried out in a loud, moaning sob, “Please, Miss Maris! It hurts!” “You can take it, baby. Just breathe deep and relax,” she said soothingly. “Yes Ma’am,” I softly cried, as she continued to gently press the huge plug deeper into my tight ass.
I jumped when I felt the rim of the butt-plug pass my tight sphincter muscle and lodge in my butt. “Now, you be a good boy and hold that butt-plug in for me!” she laughed. I was almost in tears from the pain and humiliation, but I loved every minute of it. Never had a woman taken such total control and used me for her amusement this way. I could feel Maris laughing silently as she stepped away and stared at me, bent over with my ass stuffed full.
She went to her drawer and pulled out a hairbrush. “Just relax, baby,” she reassured me, as she patted my upturned bottom with her open hand. “I’m not going to hurt you -- too much.” She smiled and gently swatted my ass with the hairbrush. She started out slowly, alternating cheeks and building up force as she warmed my ass with many dozen uncounted, quick strokes of the hairbrush. Occasionally, she would smack my ass hard and laugh when I jumped. She spread my ass cheeks and tapped firmly on the base of the protruding butt-plug with the handle of the hairbrush, which sent jolting shockwaves up my butt and through my body, reminding me of the humiliating position I was in.
When my ass was sufficiently reddened, she went to her closet and returned with a braided leather belt. “I want you to cry for me,” she stated. “So many guys have made me cry in the past, and now I want you to take their punishment and cry for me. Stick your ass out.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I quietly replied. She began to whip my tender ass repeatedly with her belt. It was never-ending, and after a few minutes, I was moaning long and loud, “Please! Please, Miss Maris!” Over and over she whipped my butt. My ass must have been as red as an apple. “I don’t see any tears,” she said as she continued to beat me mercilessly. “Stick your butt up!” she snapped loudly as she grabbed my balls and jerked them back between my legs.
I don’t know why it was so hard for me to start crying, but after I started, I couldn’t stop. Instantly, tears were flowing like rivers from my eyes. I was sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. Maris continued to whip me for a few more minutes while I cried like a baby. Then she dropped the belt and wrapped her arms around me, “Stand up. It’s OK, baby, it’s all over. You were a good boy for me.” I could barely breathe, I was crying so hard, but I felt free for the first time in my life. I had never realized how much I needed a woman to break me physically and emotionally. She had broken me, and now she owned me. We kissed.
We went into her bedroom and she told me to undress her. She laid back on the bed and asked “What do you want?”
“I want to please you,” I replied.
“Good boy,” she said.
“May I lick your pussy, Miss Maris?” I asked.
“Yes, you may,” she said.
I could feel the hard, heavy butt-plug lodged in my throbbing ass, and I was still crying a little from my punishment, but the only thing I could think of was sucking her beautiful pussy. Maris must have been really turned on by whipping me, because her pussy was sopping wet. I stuck my tongue into her hole as she grabbed my head and pulled my face into her soft mound. I loved the taste of her. Her juices flowed over my tongue and I tried to swallow every drop.
After I ate her pussy for a little while, she said, “I want you to fuck me.” My cock was as hard as steel. I gently pushed my head passed her soft opening and plunged my rod deep into her hole. She moaned, “Yes! Fuck me hard!” After only a few minutes, I felt the urge building. I didn’t want to climax before she did, but I soon gave up the fight. The butt-plug in my ass made it impossible for me to hold out any longer. I came hard as I thrust into her pussy for the last time, depositing my load.
“I’m not done, baby,” she said. “Did I tell you to come?”
“No, Ma’am,” I replied shamefully. I knew I was in big trouble now.
“Lie down on your back,” she said. “You will clean up your mess with your mouth, and then we’ll try again. I want you to swallow every drop of your own cum. Hopefully, this will teach you not to come before I am satisfied.”
I was horrified. I had never even tasted my own cum, let alone swallowed it. As I lay on my back, Maris positioned herself over my face. I opened my mouth and she sat on my face. My nose was pressed against her hot, wet asshole. I felt my own cum slide out of her hot hole and into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed what seemed like a gallon of my own cum mixed with her hot pussy juice as I sniffed her pink butt-hole. I was her dog, and she knew it.
She reached under my ass and
pulled the huge butt-plug out of my ass. She fucked my ass with the plug and massaged my limp cock back to life, as she ground her asshole into my nose. “Stick your tongue in my ass,” she commanded. I eagerly complied. I stuck my tongue as far up her ass as I could. I wanted to taste her inside. I wanted to swallow her essence. She stuck the plug back in my ass. Then she sat back, spread her ass cheeks and pressed down hard on my tongue. “Eat my ass, baby,” she moaned as she rubbed her clit. The taste of a woman’s ass always makes my cock hard, and it didn’t take long.
My dick was metal now and she wanted it inside of her. She climbed on top of me and slipped my thick rod into her cunt. She rotated her beautiful, round hips and repeatedly ground her sensitive clit into the top edge of my cock. Soon she was coming. She exploded violently and collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me. “That was fun,” she said. I agreed as I rolled over and pulled the giant butt-plug out of my sore ass.
The End.
Amy's Affair
As Amy lay staring at the stark ceiling, she pondered how she ended up here. Her mind searched for the lost hours in which she had lost all concepts of time, reason, and propriety. A sound startled her and she looked to her left. There lay a man. A beautiful man, he was tall and handsome. Seth's features were chiseled and deep. His eyes were dark and warm, and engulfed every inch of her. As she was drowning in the deep wells from which he looked upon her, suddenly the events of the evening rushed forth. In an instant she relived the ecstasy of this forbidden encounter.
They had started with coffee. It was innocent meeting. After all they had 7 years to catch up with. They had been friends in college, but their lives had pulled them in different directions. She was married with 2 children and he was an entrepreneur who was doing quite well for himself. They smiled and flirted with each other. This had come so naturally, they had always had quite a bit of chemistry, but circumstances had never allowed them to explore the heat they had felt between them.
Amy loved how Seth remembered her. Seth had always fantasized about Amy and she knew it. She wondered if he still thought of her the same way as she thought of him. She was eager to tell him about all the crazy things that had happened after she had lost touch with him. He had always been a great listener and did not disappoint her this time. He countered her flirtatious banter with a sharp wit that had left her wanting him even more. She told him of her adventures as an exotic dancer. This peaked his interest, and he prodded her for more stories from her wilder youth. A wicked smiled crossed her face and she told him she would have to give him a lap dance some time. He chortled a bit, and Seth mentally made plans to take her up on this offer.
They stayed at the coffee shop for hours recounting the years to each other. Time was cruel and had caught up with her. She told him she had to go and meet some family for dinner, but that she would call him before she left town the next day.
A few hours later, dinner was done and she picked up her cell phone. Her heart raced as she dialed the number. She felt like a silly little school girl as she considered hanging up before it rang. Her heart stopped beating as soon as she heard his deep velvety voice on the other end. Amy thanked him for the coffee date and told Seth she would call the next time she was in town. He asked her if she had some time to get a drink before she had to go back to the hotel. She was flushed by his invitation, but accepted without hesitation. They planned to meet at a small bar a few blocks from his house.
She looked in the vanity mirror of her car and thought she really wished she had time to put on some make-up, but that she didn't want to be late to meet him. She brushed a fresh coat of lipstick across her full lips and ran her fingers through her long auburn hair before pulling it up and securing it with a clip. This would have to do she thought.
She arrived at the bar a few minutes later and Seth was waiting in the parking lot to meet her. She took his arm as he placed his strong hand on the small of her back and led her in and to a quiet little table toward the back. They each had a couple of drinks and chatted. The air was as sexually charged as the conversation. She licked her lips and bit on the end of her manicured nail as she thought about how good he would taste. Amy could already feel her self becoming tipsy and thoughts of ravaging Seth had filled her mind. As if Seth was reading her mind he suddenly rose and offered her his hand. She knew what he was going to say. She had already agreed with out even hearing him ask.
She followed him to his beautiful home. He was doing quite well for himself she thought as she scanned the layout of his house and grounds. He opened the door and she followed him in to the elaborately decorated home. There was framed art and antique furnishing in every room. He led her to a lovely sitting room. There was a large window with a view to the forest outside, and a fire place that lay empty. There were at least a dozen candles strategically placed around the already softly lit room. The couch and two overstuffed chairs were covered in soft brown suede and complimented the world traveler theme of this room. A large framed map was the focal point on the butter cream painted wall. Yes, she thought, he has done quite well for himself. "So, what about that lap dance?" Seth asked unabashedly. Amy blushed.
"Well, there's no music." She replied trying to sound coy. He picked up a slender silver remote and the room was instantly filled with a hypnotic seductive rhythm. Her body began to move without thought. Yes, Amy had become quite uninhibited by the drinks she had earlier. She was ready to dance for him. "Sit down." She pointed to one of the overstuffed chairs. He obeyed and settled himself comfortably in the chair. She placed her self in front of him and began rolling her hips from side to side to the beat of the music. Seth had always imagined what it would be like to have the object of his college desires standing before him ready to please him. He smiled as he was really enjoying this. She giggled lightly and then was able to compose herself.
She had always loved working at the strip club. She was such a sexual creature and even though she had not moved her body like this in many years it came back so naturally. Amy knew how to turn Seth on, and a confidence that she had been lacking returned to her as it had never left. She took her hands and placed them just above her full "C" cup breasts, then slowly slid her hands down, highlighting the silhouette of her body. She pushed past her thighs and then returned her hands back to breasts, this time cupping them. She moved slowly forward without breaking Seth's eye contact. She reached him sliding her knee gently between his and pushing his leg to the side. She took another step forward and pushed his other leg to the side with her opposite knee. She was now standing right in front of him as she unbuttoned her silk blouse slowly while still rolling her hips.
She reached up and took out the clip that held her hair and then ran her hands through the silky strands as she rolled her neck forward. Her long auburn locks spilled on to him and she lowered her self to her knees. He loved seeing her in that position. How Seth wanted her to take his cock into her mouth. She bit her lip as she realized just how close she was to his cock. Her hair fell onto his legs as she worked upward in a controlled motion stopping to gently rub between his thighs with her lips. He tensed as she caressed his tight pants.
She pushed up and pressed her breasts into him. Finally standing once again she shed her shirt and stood there in her bra and short skirt. When she placed the sharp heel of her black strappy sandal onto his thigh he responded by running his hand up her calf. He could see the lace at the top of her black silk thigh high stockings. Amy knew she was driving him wild; he had always been a leg man. The silk slid underneath his fingers as Seth swelled hard under the confines of his trousers. When he reached for her thigh she playfully kicked his had away. She smiled a coy smile and shook her head and finger no.
She straddled him pushing his thighs back together with hers. She grinded her hips on him, teasing his already erect cock. He pushed his hips up at her and she felt how well endowed he was. She rolled her neck once again, this time releasing her breasts as she dropped her bra to the ground. Amy tossed her head bac
k and her hair flew past his face. The sweet smell of her coconut scented shampoo tickled his nose. He stiffened as she began caressing the soft creamy flesh that was now free. The room was cool and her nipples became hard before his eyes. She leaned into him pressing her cheek to his. His course facial hair tickled her delicate skin. She loved the way it felt and pressed even closer. She moved toward his ear still grinding her hips into him. She was getting wet and whimpered lightly as she nibbled his earlobe. He inhaled deeply as his desire was getting the better of him. She pressed her cheek to his again this time slowly guiding her lips to his. She lightly brushed his mouth with her blood red lips. She let a moan escape and bit down onto his lip.
Seth no longer could stand the temptation and reached for her. He wrapped his strong arms around her body and pulled her to him while simultaneously sucking her into his mouth. His tongue pushed into her open mouth. She met his kiss and fell into him. She had not remembered ever being kissed with this much passion and her pussy was dripping with the river running between her legs. She moaned softly again as he pressed his monument to his desire into her moist panties. He stood and lifted her in one smooth motion and swept her to the couch. He set her down and knelt between her thighs. She was already quivering at the thought of his touch. He pushed her thighs apart and touched her. Then he bent down and kissed her black silk panties before tugging them off. She was already panting and writhing with anticipation. His fingers moved into her slowly and lovingly. He gently parted her succulent folds and caressed her swollen clit. She trembled and sighed deeply begging him to come into her.
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