by Sofia Connor
Angela had blindfolded Christine early on and, under my tender ministrations, she was soon trying to struggle violently and making a proper rumpus. "Well, 'big boy', she was happy to extend your torment to fifty minutes; we'll give her, what? Say a round hour?" The rumpus metamorphosed into hysteria. "We'll start off with five minutes and then offer her the opportunity to exchange time for perversion." Angela gagged her. As I now knew, as one who had been on the receiving end of a comprehensive teasing, at this stage being gagged and blindfolded is truly terrible, any hope of influencing what happens is gone: but, worse still, you really do not trust those bastards not to run over time and as, for you, subjective time is almost stationary, your anxieties are fuelled with a nervous tension that verges upon the paranoid.
"Five minutes up. If I you agree to me assisting Adrian we will knock fifteen minutes off your time, nod if you wish this." A very firm and emphatic yes. For the next five minutes I worked on Christine's fanny whilst Angela concentrated upon her nipples. The way Christine was slurping out lubricant told us both that Angela's contribution was not turning her off in the slightest. "Let's change ends," I don't know what Angela was doing but Christine was beginning to struggle with frenetic energy. Then I had an inspiration. I swapped my attentions from her nipples to her ear lobes. Christine's manic struggling increase ten-fold, until one ear suddenly and unexpectedly dribbled wax onto my tongue. Let me tell you, ear wax tastes vile, it is disgusting, it is an abomination. I went to find out what Angela was up to.
Angela was concentrating on Christine's clit, or more precisely the area around it. If Christine relaxed, she went in closer with the occasional direct swipe of her tongue over that sensitive little button, when Christine tensed up Angela licked further out, deploying both an increase in firmness and an increase in tempo. Moreover, she had a single finger inserted in Christine's fanny almost up to the knuckle. As best as I could tell she was rotating this really gently. "let's swap, 'big boy'."
We swapped and swapped about, approximately every three minutes, until Christine had endured precisely twenty nine minutes of our ministrations. "Now listen carefully," Angela commanded. "It's your turn to decide. We can stop now and Adrian will shaft you stupid, as only he knows how to, but at the same time you will have to kiss me with serious passion. This will continue until Adrian and I cannot wring another climax out of your over-sensitised flesh. Then I get to sit in the chair, you kneel on all fours before me, you lick my slit and Adrian takes his pleasure in your bum. Nod if you agree.
Christine nodded her assent, frantically. As I pierced her hot damp sex, repetitively, Christine orgasmed regularly until I became really worried about my ability to hold myself back continuing. I had to shaft her pathetically slowly which, of course, made her ability to climax last all the longer. When Christine's responses finally began to diminish Angela broke off that long passionate kiss and attacked her nipples instead, allowing us to wring a last couple of orgasms out of her before she slumped, languid as a rag doll. We untied her and even before we could massage her arms and legs she shoved Angela into the chair, grabbed the stool – thatched with pink fluffy stuff –from in front of her dressing table, placed it before Angela and bent over it, rump stuck up high in the air. She commenced sucking Angela's slick slit with a gusto that appeared unbridled, almost manic. I took up my allotted position behind her, smeared her anus with Vaseline, which lived on the dressing table, and eased into her very slowly; Christine did not even seem to notice me invading her. Her 'spit-roast' was extraordinarily short lived; she was right, her rear was significantly more constricted than her pussy; the sensation was far more intense, I was desperately randy anyway and I came almost immediately. Anal sex is curious; unless you really want to hurt your partner you have to go gently so your climax is, instantaneously, less intense but then it lasts so much longer and you've to be very careful not to thrust hard, reflexly. An interesting variant but, despite Christine's opinions, I'd rather have done her doggy any day: a compromise would have to be negotiated. Satisfying Angela took rather longer, so I went to assist.
The End.
Working through Lunch
"Are you sure?" I say, looking into big eyes. Not just any eyes. They belong to the hottest women in our office.
"We only have half an hour; I want you to fuck me." You reply with Passion and lust shooting out of your eyes.
"That's all I need to know." We head to the store cupboard. I reply. I grab a handful of your hair and
Pull the long hair back. The snarling beast inside each of us is Set free.
You grab my hair on the back of my head, pulling me back. "Fucking kiss me you bastard". You press your lips on mine; shove your tongue inside my mouth, darting around mine. I smell your scent, so intoxicating; it makes my hard cock twitch in my shorts.
We start working on each other's Clothes. You rip my shirt off, I unbutton your blouse; tear your bra down from your breasts. I Cup my hands around your beautiful firm breasts, twisting your hard nipples.
You have a nipple ring. God I want you. You buried your face in my neck; I growl as you bite down hard then start licking and kissing your way down to my chest. You can't resist biting hard on my nipple, before licking and kissing your way down my chest and stomach.
You go down on your knees; struggle to work the buckle of my belt free then lower the zipper. You yank my trousers and boxers down to my knees, my hard cock springing free.
A wet drop is already welling up from the tip; I feel your amazing tongue lapping it up.
I growl out with pleasure and roughly grasp your head, taking handfuls of hair in my fingers.
"Uuhhh, yes. Suck me!"
You wrap your hand around my shaft and squeeze rhythmically. Running your tongue up my cock, softly, then again, more firmly.
I gaze into your innocent blue eyes looking up at me. A knowing, sultry, smile curves your lips as you take my cock in your mouth in one wet stroke.
"Oh God... So fucking good" I moan, my head falling back to rest against the wall.
I feel you taking my shaft into your mouth, over and over, sucking and licking and swirling. A soft humming moan escapes your throat.
My hand still in your hair, I push your head forward, feel your nose press on my stomach, your tongue lapping away at my balls. I hold your head tightly and start fucking your mouth.
Pulling out till my head is on your lips, and then drive your face back across the length of my shaft until my balls slap your chin. Tears well up in your eyes as your throat spasms on my cock every deep thrust. Streams of saliva are covering my cock, running down your chin and down my balls.
"Fuck, we have to hurry." I pull out of your mouth, a relieving look on your face.
"Fucker," you say as I grab your arm, pulling you up on your feet.
"You got that right." I spin you against the wall, sliding my hands under your silky black skirt. I pull your black panties down, lifting your skirt up, before pressing you against the wall.
Gripping your hips I lift you up while you wrap your legs around my waist. Our tongues are playing a chasing game, twirling around each other mid-air between our mouths.
You drop your hand in search of my shaft.
"C'mon" you groan, your hand gripping my cock, pressing it on your slit. I drop you down, my cock sliding in you all the way up to my balls.
"Oooooh yeah, that's good Phil", you say, closing your eyes. You drape your arms over my shoulders as I begin to pump my cock in and out of your wet pussy.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder, dammit!" I start fucking you furiously; slamming your body against the wall. Your pussy is pulsating on my throbbing cock. You start moaning and screaming.
"Shut up, H. Take this cock like the innocent little slut you are and be quiet." You nod and bite your lips trying not to scream, your nails dig into my back. Your heels pressing into my ass as I pound you against the wall.
Pulling you off the wall then slamming you back up against it, over and over as I pump my cock e
ven faster than before.
Your head in my neck, muffling the moans that escape your breath, trying desperately to obey my order. My hands are on your ass cheeks, spreading them, holding your body against the wall, fucking you harder up against it. Pinning you against the wall, your whole body starts trembling as you draw nearer and nearer to your orgasm.
"Oh...yeah....fuck me...just like that," you moan in my ear, biting hard on my earlobe.
I feel your cunt grip my cock, pulsing around it, knowing you are close to your peak. It's spurring me on to fuck you with all I've got, sweat dripping down my forehead. Your mouth pressed hard in my neck, preventing you from screaming loud as your orgasm shatters through your core. Your body tenses as waves of pleasure wash over you.
I want to fuck you more, pulling my wet cock from your pussy; I pull your ass cheeks apart again, dip my fingers deep in your pussy and rub it over your quivering asshole.
"What are you doing" you say still panting.
"I'm going to fuck your ass H" I reply.
"Oh my god – I've only done it once before with my husband and his dick is much thinner than yours" you reply with an air of panic in your voice.
I tell you relax and firmly push my thumb in your asshole. I feel your ring start to relax and I start thumb fucking your ass with one hand and stroking my cock as hard as it's ever been lubricated by your pussy juices and cum.
I ease the tip of my cock into your hole and firmly push. You resist for a split second then relax and my cock starts to slowly enter your tight hole. I keep pushing until most of my cock is inside you. I give you a few seconds and pull out slowly before hammering my cock in hard.
You scream with painful pleasure as I pound your tight ass hole. I feel your hand go between your legs and grab my balls – squeezing them hard.
"Fuck this is amazing" I say as I feel my cum rising.
"I'm cumming" I say as I continue to push – you look back into my eyes – innocence lost – full of lust.
"Cum on my face you bastard" you say to me.
I slip my dick from your ass, spin you round, and push you to your knees - just in time to open your mouth and receive my load all over your face – in your eyes and hair.
As my squirting stopped, you grab my cock and milk the last of the cum from the tip and then, looking me in the eyes, slip my still hard cock in your mouth and clean our cum from it.
Catching our breath, we lay against the wall together, kissing. You pull your lips from mine and smile
"I'd love for you to fuck me like that every lunch." you say.
We help each other to straighten out our clothes and hair, before sneaking out one by one. In the lift you pinch my arm.
"My knickers!" You sqeal. I look down at your skirt as you lift it, your juices drip down your leg. We both realise your wet panties are still lying on the floor in the cupboard.
"Nice, a souvenir for someone." I say with a grin.
The End.
Lethe
Ah, the Friday afternoons. The stress of the entire week was still a little, squirmy pressure inside me. It was slowly calming down; thoughts about the coming hour and the evening were greater and more intense. Fantasy's clouded my mind and made me forget about reality, just leaving place for dreams about satisfaction. My mind was busy making plans, plans for great pleasure. Everything was in place now. My roommate was away; house for myself. New candles; beautiful lightning and enjoyable fragrance. Whine; perfect for a pink shade over the lustful mist.
More ideas came over me while I was seated in the crowded bus driving me home. I was staring out of the window. I did not see the landscape, the houses were escaping my focus, beautiful boys and girls got equal attention. Only when crossing the bridge, looking out over the mass of water that was my city's lake, I noticed a little of the beauty surrounding me. The sparkles reflecting the sunlight distracted me of my impure deliberations.
I stared, the few moments the bus traversed the bridge into the blueness. For those moments a strong sensation of floating overcame me. Warm water surrounding me, and numbing most of the exterior impressions it was amplifying my sinful thoughts. The pressure inside me that had been bugging me was overcompensated by the pressure of the water and the waves rocking me back and-
My line of sight with the water was abruptly gone.
I gasped, for the feeling that overpowered me felt so... real. My eyes scanned the environment but only found the grayness of the city. Panic welled up, I had to see the luster in the water again.
"Maybe a shower would be nice."
The voice struck me, like someone next to me said it. Luckily no one seemed to care a single fuck about my persona.
Yeah, a shower would be perfect. Yearning to relive that feeling I moved my thighs tight together. I was shocked by the wetness I felt. A pleasant shock it was; teasing myself made my hunger grow. Hunger for relief, that what would made the climax the more satisfying.
I walked numb from the bus stop to the front door, mainly focusing on the moist crawling down my legs, little, sweet drops. In front of my door I stopped to take a breath. The reflection of me was a blushing girl, panting and very pretty.
I like my body, it is very soft and slender, nice, perky c-cup, full round bottom. I could look at myself for ages, boys could too. But they did not get my attention.
While I was opening the door, I was thinking it might be a good idea to finger myself, rubbing against a mirror. I can be very narcissistic at times.
"And your fingers crawling inside your slit, the shower head between your soft legs, blasting a powerful beam on your clit?"
I was flooded by that voice, Its sound came from within me, made my body tremble and sensitive. With every of the words a small gush of wetness came from under my skirt and made my head dizzy.
The sweet and lustful words, even though shrill and loud, became more calming and a serene whisper went from my mind to my lower abdomen.
"I want you naked."
"Play for me."
"I want you, beautiful."
After the words receded, instead of questioning it or being suspicious about the source, I obeyed it and moved my shaking body to the bed. I was panting heavily and my throbbing pussy felt sensitive in the open air. As my panties slipped down my legs I saw the trail of freshly secreted juice in a sensual pattern between my legs. The pattern started with the source, where the moist had been gushing out and made thick strokes over my inner thighs. Further from the source it spread like a river delta, but instead of flowing in a sea of my wetness, it was hovering just above my knees.
Like hands caressing my thighs.
The lips were swollen with blood, slightly throbbing and continuously secreting my honey. I slit a finger inside me, knowing I couldn't hold my lust for the shower. The walls tightened around my finger as I pleasured them.
I moved them quickly, wanting to get off soon, I was aching for a week to cum really good.
Something didn't want me to, though.
Those visions...
Images of my body floating in the water, being pleasured by the water. The hot beam massaging my body and the mirror hazed, except for the parts where my body was rubbed against. The transparent fingers of someone nearby, the wet kisses of that person. That woman.
I gasped air as she moved me through the water, slowly up and down, her two fingers pressed against the spongy part of my pussy, pushing waves of pleasure through my lower body. My panting was smothered in her face, a beautiful face made of water.
It did not seem weird at all, but her head was dripping her hair, I could see everything through her.
She kind of surprised me by finally pushing her tongue inside my mouth, it felt warm and soft, like a normal one. I closed my eyes and let the mysterious entity do the work. She still fingered my pussy with one hand, with the other one she supported my head from the ridge of the showers tub. Her leading my body through these wonderful experience of warmth and sex made me not notice that I did not walk myself to
the bathroom.
I can not remember when the visions became reality.
The dizziness in my head caused by the tonguing and the pleasuring of my pussy reached its top. The probing of my pussy made me weak and panting and the first waves of my orgasms started to kick in. She pushed herself against me, her breasts rocked against me in the rhythm of my spasms and she whispered again, in my ear, inside me.
"Wonderful, come for me. Share that wetness with me, I will take good care of you."
"Aawh!" was the only thing I could say with that delicious tongue outside my mouth. The screams were getting louder and louder.
I wasn't sure if I was already climaxing; it felt more intense than ever but it was still building up. The heath produced in my body was pushing against the inside of my pussy, almost a painful searing heat, ready to make me explode.
Will I be torn apart?
My screams made it sound like it, but the hot pressure inside me did not feel bad.
"AAAAah-!" I couldn't breathe.
It was too much, I exploded in such an intense orgasm my eyes were seeing black spots, growing as I squirted in my bathing water, on the blue woman's hand. My body was shaking like an epileptic, every muscle enjoyed the orgasm, everywhere intense, burning. That water could do this, make such enjoyable warmth from within my pleasure-hole.
My breath came back to me and I started to shout my sexual satisfaction. Not sure if I was screaming to hard and let to this, or if my orgasm too intense, but I fainted. The black spots covered the pretty smile above my head, while I was sinking in to the water.
Wondering if she would let me drown in the tub, even though I did not feel bad about that, the blackness overwhelmed me and the epic pleasure of my orgasm slipped away from me...
I slipped into dreams. The previous seemed so unreal, but I could feel it wasn't. This was less intense and felt just like dreaming. The wetness and sex were nothing less abundant, but it didn't arouse me or got me off as the waterling did.