by Sofia Connor
That chair of mine is a special custom made job, especially strong and wide for this kind of use. I can have 4 girls on my lap in that chair and it wouldn't even creak.
Aruna's tight cunt finally got used to my girth and she started enjoying my strokes. She began to move her hips in time with my strokes, thus helping me impale her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I opened her ass cheeks wide and rubbed my fingers in her ass crack. That made her squirm on my lap and it felt so good around my cock.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her close to me. I sucked her neck, biting just below her jaw line, and whispered in her ear "Who's my bitch, Aruna?"
"I am your bitch, sir" was her instant reply, "I am your whore, please fuck me!"
Keeping her in my grip and without letting my cock slip out of her wet, dripping cunt, I stood up and laid her down on the glass top of my desk. She wrapped her legs around my waist helped me fuck her as I started to pound her in and out with long, powerful thrusts of my throbbing monster!
Katrina stepped behind her and held her shoulder as her body was slipping on the glass surface. From Aruna's right, Amisha stepped in and held her other shoulder. In this position, her pussy had to bear the force of my strokes and Aruna's screams began to get louder and longer!
Soon, she said, "I want to cum! Please, may I cum, Sir?"
Hmmm, she already knew my protocol. It was like she was made to be my whore!
I grabbed her tits and kneaded them hard as I continued to pound her wet, hot cunt, "Who's personal whore, Aruna?" I asked gently.
That seemed to excite her even more, her tits were throbbing, her pussy was pulsating around my cock and she jerked her hips even harder as I asked her that indecent, obscene question.
"Aaah, I am your personal whore, sir...aaah" she said between screams.
I slapped her ass, "You may cum, whore!"
She let out a long scream as her body exploded in mind-blowing orgasm! I continued pounding her relentlessly while her body convulsed on the desk under me, leaving sweaty streaks on the glass as she thrashed around uncontrollably under my hard use!
I could feel my own explosion close. I slammed her cunt harder, my balls slapping her ass while I held her under me, helpless and totally vulnerable as my cock ripped her apart and stuffed her full of my man meat.
Then it was time for me to fill her with my cum. I grabbed her hair and dug my teeth in her soft neck. With a powerful explosion, my cock erupted deep in her cunt and shot my load into her! She moaned as she felt my searing hot lava marking womb.
I was still pounding her cunt as my cockhead sprayed my hot, potent seed inside her. Then she jerked her ass up and came again! I grabbed both her tits and kneaded them hard crushing the soft mounds in my strong fingers! She thrashed her head from side to side as the pain mixed with pleasure and intensified her orgasm.
Finally, as her convulsions died and my cock also emptied my full load into her cunt, I tugged her hair, pulling her face up towards me and kissed her soft, warm lips. She responded with full enthusiasm and submission. After fucking her mouth with my tongue for a while, I pulled back and lifted her up.
Guiding her down to her knees on the floor, I simply placed my cumsoaked cock on her lips. She took it into her mouth and licked mine and her cum from it while her lips moved back and forth around the thick, meaty, hot shaft.
She pushed her mouth deeper on it, until my cockhead entered her throat. Then she looked up into my eyes and smiled happily.
After she diligently cleaned my cock with her hot, eager mouth I told her to get up.
"Go clean yourself up and come back naked." I ordered.
"Yes, my Master!" she replied like a good bitch and followed Preity to the bathroom.
I love my job!
The End.
My Husband's Lover
My name is Laurel Mortimer and I am a 27 year old wife to my much older husband, Roger Mortimer. Roger is 54 years old and was my former French professor. About 8 years ago, when I was 19 I went abroad to Paris as part of a summer class with Roger and a group of students. During this trip, I began an affair, with Roger, who was currently married, and we fell in love. Roger soon left his wife and we were married the next year. I dropped out of college and Roger has been supporting me ever since.
Roger and I used to have amazing sex. We would fuck every chance we got: at home, at the college, at parties, it didn't matter. He would mount me on almost any surface. We were trying to get pregnant, Roger desperately wanted a baby, and in his mid-forties he was motivated to have children immediately. Unfortunately, we couldn't conceive. After countless fertility appointments, it was determined that I would never bear children. At this point Roger lost interest in me sexually and our relationship has turned into that of roommates.
I was still very attracted to Roger. Now, at 54 he still had a full head of hair, but the hair had turned silver. I loved it. Soft silver locks outlined his temples and glistened in the sun. He has daring green eyes, serious eyes that made me feel safe and protected. He kept in good shape and his body was lean. His penis especially attracted me. It was very large, about 9 inches long when erect and was always eager for attention.
When Roger stopped having sex with me, and believe me I tried to get him interested, I immediately suspected he was having an affair. This was easy for me to believe since I had been his other woman before. His need for sex in the beginning of the relationship also supported my suspicion. How could a man so sex crazed not have a sexual outlet?
I decided to do some investigating to find out whether or not Roger was cheating on me. In an effort to stay fit, Roger would play tennis after class with some of the other foreign language professors. I, did not care for the sport, and attended zumba class instead while Roger played. I wondered if Roger was really playing tennis or if his exercise was coming with pleasure.
One Tuesday afternoon, around 4pm, I decided to stay home instead of going to my usual zumba class. I was convinced if Roger was having an affair, he would bring his mistress to our house, especially since he had brought me here when his wife lived here. I hid upstairs in the office next to our bedroom to see if I would catch my husband in the act.
Around 4:15pm, I heard voices, one of them Roger's and one of them was another voice, but I couldn't identify the voice. I waited in anticipation as a pair of feet climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom.
"Oh baby, I am so glad you are here. I am so horny and I need you baby," Roger moaned.
"That feels so good baby, you really know how to suck cock," Roger continued to moan.
Clearly my husband was receiving oral sex from some slut and I was going to catch them in the act. As I creeped down the hallway and gently pushed open the door I saw Roger, naked standing in the middle of the room, while his lover eagerly sucked his massive dick.
Roger's eyes were shut and his face was in a state of immense pleasure. He did not hear me and neither did the oral sex performer. As focused my attention on Roger's lover, I became immediately disturbed. My husband of almost seven years had his penis in the mouth of a man.
Upon this realization, I screamed and got the attention of both Roger and his gentleman caller. Roger opened his eyes, looked at me, and immediately started to apologize.
"Laurel, I am so sorry, I did not want you to find out like this," exclaimed Roger.
"Explain what? Explain the fact that my husband is cheating on me with a man? Why would you do this to me Roger?," I cried as my body trembled.
"I am sorry ma'am, I did not know that you were still married." chimed in Roger's lover.
"Still married? Are you leaving me Roger?," I yelled.
"No Laurel, I just did not elaborate to Timothy my situation," explained Roger, "I just got so turned on by Timothy and started an affair."
I focused my gaze on Timothy. Timothy was very young, probably 19, no doubt a student of my husband's. He was blonde with piercing blue eyes and a six pack stomach. He stood there stark naked
and I looked a his penis. His wasn't as long as Roger's, but it was still very impressive. It was 7 inches long and very thick. As I stared at Timothy's cock, I started to feel a wetness in my panties. I too, was falling victim to Timothy's sexuality. I decided that if my husband gets to play with him, then so do I.
I walked over to Timothy, took his dick in my hand and began to stroke it. He felt good in my hand and I wanted more, I wanted to taste him. I got on my knees in front of Timothy and licked his cock. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, fully lubricating his member. As I proceeded with pleasuring Timothy, Roger was playing with himself. Sensing that it was okay for me to continue, I put Timothy's cock in my mouth.
I bobbed back and forth on his cock in order to make Timothy moan. I put my hands around his butt in order to pull myself closer to him. He gagged me with his dick and I kept bobbing up and down. I then pulled him closer so that his dick was down my throat. Timothy then began humping my face furiously as he continued to moan.
At this point, I became distracted as Roger yelled as he ejaculated on the floor. Seeing Roger get off triggered Timothy's orgasm. I sucked hard as Timothy shot his load down my wanting throat. As I withdrew Timothy's post orgasm dick from my mouth Roger embraced me. He then kissed me passionately and Timothy's cum was in my mouth and Roger's.
"I think I'm going to have to go now," Timothy hurriedly said. He was still in shock over the events of the afternoon and left without a word.
"I hope he comes back," I said to Roger, "I'm not finished.
Roger assured me, "Don't worry, he'll be coming back if he wants to pass French class."
The End.
Getting Closer
The wind lashed the hair around her face and the rain soaked through her clothes to her skin. Her name was Leah; she was an average 18 year old girl who had just finished studying from university and was now on her way home. At the time it seemed to be an ok plan to walk home as it was only a 30min walk from the university and when she set out after saying goodbye to all her colleagues and tutors it night air was warm and gentle with a nice chilly breeze. Thankfully it was summer time and so it was the time of "light nights" where the nights were almost as light as the day and so everyone would be safe to walk the streets compared to in the winter and Leah wanted to do just so.
It wouldn't be fair to call Leah ugly or even unattractive; she was in fact, the definition of the word 'Beautiful'. She was the type of girl who walked through the halls oblivious to all the stares at her, she was the type of girl to walk into a class and you have to stop your conversation with your best friends just to watch her sensually move to her chair. And the best thing about her beauty was... she did even know it.
To give a picture about what she looked like... imagine a model of your wildest dreams and then times it by 10, she was 5"9 tall with golden sun blonde hair that looked as if it belonged to god himself. Her eyes were blue and her frame was slim, she was not what you might think of skinny but she was the perfect picture, not skinny, not overweight but the perfect proportion in all the right places.
Because it was the last class of the semester she had just finished she was not dressed as all the other girls was in the town ready to go and hit the clubs, instead she was wearing a sensible white t-shirt with a matching white bra underneath with denim jeans and white Nike trainers.
Because the rain had not started when she had left she was not wearing a coat or any other protective clothing to keep away the chill or the rain and she was beginning to feel the effects. Within twenty minutes of walking the downpour of relentless rain her body from head to toe was soaked with her once white shirt now clinging to her slender body and as see-through as if she was wearing nothing. Her white lace bra was not so hidden anymore but was on full display to all of the males who came out and were brave enough to face the storm.
she was now only a couple of streets away from her house and just had to pass through one more alley before she could get changed in to something more warm and settle in for the night with a cup of coca. Just as she began to turn into the alley she noticed in the corner of her eye that there was a group of teenage boys checking her out. Normally she would not be bothered about such an inconvenience but given the storm and how she looked she began to hurry her pace to get home. Almost immediately the group of four males began to follow her down the alley, thinking of some way to protect herself from the group she reached inside to her right jean pocket and grabbed her blue colored ball point pen, with one click at the end the pen sprung downwards ready to be used; having a pen to use against four attackers may not have been the best weapon to have but given all she was carrying she would not go without a fight.
She was but a few steps down the alley from the safety of the street when she noticed that the gang of lads were now rapidly coming towards her, what scared her above all was the menacing look in their eyes as if she was not threat. She held on the pen in her pocket more tightly.
"Hey beautiful want any company." One of the voices called out from behind.
She decided to ignore the remark and carried on walking. She was but halfway through the alley when she stopped dead in her tracks, one of the men behind her had placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Get off me!" she yelled at the top of her voice while at the same time swinging round to meet her attacker and lifting the pen out to stab him wherever she stuck.
Her hit failed to strike anything as when her pen flew out of the pocket and aimed towards the mans' neck her wrist was caught by another of the group and her only defense was forced out of her grasp. Now she was doomed. No protection. No escape. No help. The men circled the prey as a lion would when hunting.
"Come on boys, this is going to be fun." One of the males spoke, he was a teenage lad about the same age as Leah but his skin was as dark as the night sky and his head half covered by a bandanna. His clothing was much like the rest of his friends: Black shirt, black jeans and black shoes.
"Hey babe, how about a kiss." another one of the males stated as if it was nothing more than harmless fun, Leah turned around to meet the man looking at her and stared into his eyes. He was a white male with soaked black hair and green eyes that showed exactly what he wanted...her.
"Please just let me go, I don't want no trouble." Leah sobbed to the man she was looking at.
Compassion showed in her eyes as tears masked by the downpour ran down her smooth cheeks.
"Well, then it just ain't you fucking day is it sweetheart." The same white male spoke.
In an effortless take-down the male launched her to the floor. While she was watching his eyes his left leg slowly wrapped around her left thigh with his ankle resting on her knee joint and in one swift movement he barged his shoulder in to hers knocking her to the floor. Her back slammed with some force knocking the wind out of her in a sharp gasp. All men surrounded the woman on the floor taking their time to watch the innocent female looking back at them with fear in her eyes.
"Razz, Moose, Hand make sure this bitch knows her place." The white male exclaimed.
The two men standing at her body reached down and held her wrists to the floor placing all their weight onto her arms. As much as she struggled to break her captors bonds she was futile. They were too strong for her to get free and did not budge no matter how much her body withered underneath them. One of the men at her feet then jumped on her ankles stopping her random flailing from striking home. Now that she was completely subdued to her attackers and there was no way she was going to be a bother, the leader of the group, the white male she had been speaking to knelt on the floor staring at her see-through top and lace white bra underneath.
"No. HELP! HELP!" she screamed to no one in particular but hoping a passer-by would spot the attack and intervene. No one came.
The leader of the group stopped what he was doing and walked around to her side before planting the hardest kick he could muster directly into her ribs. She screamed in agony of the kick although no on around cared enough of her to noti
ce. Once he was satisfied she was quiet besides her unheard sobs and pleas he returned to her legs and knelt down in between her thighs. His hands ran all over her legs, her shins, her thighs before moving upwards to her waist. He grabbed the top of her jeans and yanked them downwards exposing her panties, he didn't stop there and completely ripped them off her legs despite her intense struggle to stop him.
"If you don't stop struggling I swear to god I'm going to make that last kick seem like a relief" He spat leaning over her body so he was face to face with his victim lying on her back.
To prove his power over her he grabbed a fist of her golden hair and yanked her hair upwards as if he was trying to pull her hair out of her head -- the pain was worse than she imagined as hairs were ripped out of her scalp, yet despite the pain she could not scream. It wasn't like she didn't want to but as she opened her mouth to scream no words or sounds of any type came out.
Finally he released his grasp and brushed the hairs in his hand over his top so his hands were free. He continued his work. He grabbed her panties and just as the jeans ripped them from her body and threw then in a pile on top of her jeans. Her clean, shaven, untouched pussy was exposed to the chilly air and rain. The mans' eyes, along with everyone else's stared at what she was attempting to hide with her thighs.
"Hot damn guys, I don't think this one has even had a cock before." One of the men holding her arms exclaimed while still holding down her arm, she was unsure which of the two had spoken.
"Please don't do this please." She sobbed and pleaded knowing what they all wanted to do. She hoped she could persuade them otherwise "Please no. I am a virgin and never done this before."
Obviously she had never done anything before, she was a good girl and the closest she had ever come to sex before was with her last boyfriend a few years back and that was only a blowjob. Encouraged even more by what she had said the man between her legs got even more excited and Leah noticed a bulge rapidly grow to life in his pants. She screamed no one last time but her hand was soon covered tightly by a hand from one of the men above. The man between her legs moved closer his face inches away from her unsoiled pussy. His tongue extended outwards before poking at her slit. He had no experience with what he was doing and was not doing so to get her off but because he wanted to.