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Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. As you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek , 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…

The next day, a Sunday, was spent in a frenzy of preparation. I made several trips to the school. Things were coming to a head, and I could find neither a way, nor the will, to stop them. Much of my time was spent in a fog, doing things automatically while tantalizing images of the girl with whom I’d become so enamored flitted across my mind in ever-more graphic detail. By seven o’clock, with the clear winter evening closing in, I was too aroused to think straight. I took ten minutes and masturbated furiously to relieve some of the tension. Such was the state of my arousal that the first tickling of my finger around my dark, trimmed pussy made me wet. I flicked my clitoris hard with a finger and felt the approach of an orgasm in my belly. Pausing, I slipped my hand between my legs, inside of my plain, flowered panties, tracing out my cuntlips and pivoting my hips as the sensations flooded me. I lay back on my bed, placed the soles of my feet together and stretched my pussy wide with my first and third fingers, slowly slipping the second up and down in slow lazy strokes.

Behind my closed eyelids my submissive college roommate, Tennis ball Turner, did a dance at my command for hundreds of appreciative watchers and then, bending over the edge of the raised dais on which she danced, offered them her ass for punishment and their satisfaction as she stared deep into my eyes while my pet slut Susan knelt in chains between my legs, licking me. The flash of lightning woke me from the near-sleep trance I was in as I climaxed wonderfully. But in spite of having blown my cork, I was still furious, and horny. And worst of all I couldn’t do anything about it. Tennis ball was a bittersweet memory, and although Susan was all too live, I was her teacher. She was off limits. And yet I had invested considerable effort in my efforts to find an exemption or a loophole in the school rules, and in preparing for this Sunday evening I had turned up one fascinating fact about the regulations governing teacher-student relations. But, I wondered to myself, was one fact enough? I remained tense, and in the car on the way to school I grew angrier: Who the hell did Susan Castle think I was? Not just plagiarizing from another student but from me, her teacher! Well I was going to put a stop to this nonsense once and for all!

And I couldn’t get the image of her soft, wet lips and big, liquid eyes out of my mind.

The school was almost dark when I arrived. My headlights’ splash picked her out, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette beneath the yellow sodium light, near the school doors, which gave the parking lot what passed for illumination. Pulling into the space beside Susan I cut the engine with a vicious twist of the key and sat there for a moment, getting my temper under control. Susan’s hair had undergone another of its frequent color changes tonight it was blonde, with her single streak of blue now dyed black. I felt an odd shock of recognition that I couldn’t quite place. She wore a white man’s shirt and a green-and-white school grad jacket over black stirrup pants and flat black shoes. Through the open jacket the shirt was soaked from an earlier rain and her nipples were hard, outlined behind a black bra in cotton now made almost transparent. But she didn’t seem to notice, and I frantically pretended not to, although as she approached the car window and leaned in only a blind man could have missed the display.

“I’m here,” she announced listlessly “I got your message. Whaddaya want?”

The tone of her voice made clear that she knew I’d found out about her plagiarism. I got out of the car, the opening door forcing her to back up against the wall. I leaned in close, plucking the cigarette from her lips and throwing it to the ground.

“Put that out,” I told her strictly, pointing to the butt as I climbed the stairs, my long raincoat sweeping behind me, and keyed the main door open “and come with me.” She hesitated, then squashed the smoldering ember with the toe of her shoe. She followed, trailing me at a distance. I didn’t dare look around I had to assume she’d obey. Using my key to open the great double doors of the school, I experienced the brief feeling of a spider inviting prey into her web. Inside I led the way to my cramped little office at the rear of the history classroom with its atmosphere of chalk dust and jasmine, where I had earlier set a few things up for this evening. Susan paused at the doorway of the class, like a deer catching the hunter’s scent. She seemed to realize that once she crossed the threshold, she was in my territory. I knew it too. And I also knew that that was why I must not touch her under any circumstances. Of course she couldn’t guess exactly what was in my mind.

“Is this, you know, official?” she asked.

“Let’s just say this may be your last chance to avoid things becoming official, shall we?” I replied “Wait here, Susan. In three minutes, knock, and wait for permission to enter.”

I turned on my heel and went into my office, closing the door. Inside I gulped air as my chest constricted. This was so difficult! When I read things like The Story of O, and the famous Beauty books, I’d never dreamed about how hard the dominants in those stories had to work to treat their precious slaves the way they needed to be treated. How often had Sir Stephen resisted the urge to plunder O in order to work on her the painful treatments she both dreaded and needed? How many times had he softened to her cries, relented as she screamed into her gag, longed to gather her in his arms and love her tenderly? Perhaps he hadn’t maybe it was easy for him. But my pussy was on fire and all I wanted was to fling open the office door and kiss Susan deeply and lovingly. And yet . . .I still wanted her to obey my firm commands, to respond to my wishes like a well-trained bitch, and to punish her for failing in that duty. At the same time, I must not fail in my duty toward her, both as her teacher and as whatever she needed me to be to her.

As I struggled for control of myself, the knock came, timidly, at the door. It was show time. I slipped out of my raincoat and hung it on my hat stand.

“Enter” I almost-barked.

When she entered, I was leaning against the desk, facing away from her. Instead of my customary wool skirt and jacket I wore a bright red dress with sleeves, but which left my shoulders bare. The skirt was indecently tight, highlighting my ass, which was also complimented by my four-inch heels. Beneath the dress I wore no bra, and although she couldn’t see them, only the skimpiest of bikini panties. The outfit was highlighted with a pair of crimson stockings, held in place with elastic garters. When I turned around, towering over her, Susan gazed at me like she would eat me up.

“What will it take?” I asked. She had stopped, her mouth open, just inside the door, and one shapely buttock, outlined in the mellow light of my study lamp, was propped against the frame.

“What’ll what take?” she replied dazedly, her eyes fixed on the plunging neckline of my outfit.

“What will it take,” I said, deliberately taking slow strides on my clicking heels to where she stood, watching her widened eyes rove up and down me “for you to do your work? I’ve tried talking to you. I’ve given you detention. Why isn’t that enough?”

“I don’t know.” She was looking to my left, through the window into the near-dark sky.

“And now, this.” I pointed at her essay, whose pages were strewn across my desktop “You insult me not only by plagiarizing, but by stealing my own work!”

“I didn’t think you’d notice.” she said, uncomfortably but listlessly. She looked at me and then ducked her head to stare at the floor.

“Oh no?” I put a lot of sneer on it.

She stood mute, he shoulders slumped, leaning now against the window frame.

“Stand up straight!” I said tersely. She straightened a little.

“I’ve had it with you. With your careful insults, your studied insolence. You don’t think there’s a good way for me to punish you to get some work out of you?” The word “punish” rolled from my mouth like a lifesaver onto a lover’s tongue. I reached behind her and pulled the door shut, standing inches away.

“Well things are about to change.” I finished.

She flinched as the door shut, but she didn’t move. Her eyes locked with mine, her lips puckered, and her head came forward. I pulled back, ignoring the heaviness in my belly and the ripe, sharp stink of her arousal.

“Do you know what it is that you want?” I asked.

“Yes.” Her breaths were coming in rapid gasps. Beneath her shirt I could see her ribcage juddering up and down.

“Do you want to be punished?” I asked sternly “Look at me!”

Her head snapped round and again she tried to come in for a kiss.

“STOP THAT!” I yelled.

I stepped away and walked a few steps, putting the desk between us and reining in my own desire. I found myself actually getting angry, as well as aroused.

“Do you know,” I demanded “What the school board does to teachers who fraternize with students?”

For a moment there was a little gleam in her eye. Was she thinking it, as I was still half-thinking it to myself?

“And what, Miss F., would the PTA have to say about a sluttily dressed teacher parading in front of a student with definite submissive lesbian tendencies?”

Then she lowered her head.

“No,” she whispered “I’m sorry.”

“I’m a modern thinker, Susan,” I said “But that was out of line. And I can’t help thinking that in certain cases, old-fashioned punishments are called for.”

I opened the desk. Inside were a butt plug, some clothespins, and a special historical artifact. Susan moved forward, into the room, and looked over into the drawer. She looked blank. I pulled the artifact out and slapped it against the desk. At this point, Susan decided to go for broke. She straightened up, took two steps around the desk, and flowed against me in the most sincere kiss I’d ever experienced. I pushed her away, hard. She stumbled a bit and sat down heavily on the floor. She seemed about to get to her feet. A tear glittered at the corner of her eye and her mouth twisted and worked as she looked up at me.

“Stay where you are!” I hissed “How dare you? You’re a student. I’m a teacher. That is our primary relationship. Do you realize what would happen if we had more than that?”

“But nobody have to find out!” The words gushed from her “I’ve loved you since I was put in your class. I want to, to do things for you—with you.”

“Tell me what you want.” I ordered through my teeth, swinging the historical artifact—a standard 12-inch Punishment Strap Leather; Schools for the use of, from one finger.

“I want you to take control. Of me. To be my, my . . .”

She couldn’t quite seem to finish it.

“Your what?” I demanded.

“My m-m-mistress,” She’d clearly rehearsed this to herself “I want to be your slave, your toy. I want you to train me and whip me and . . .”

She had run out of words I suppose her fantasy involved me sweeping her into my arms at this point. She made as if to stand up. I shook my head almost imperceptibly. She stayed where she was, splayed in a sitting position on the wooden floor. I found myself momentarily fascinated by the glimpse of pale flesh I could see through an eye-shaped hole in the leg of her pants. Then I looked away from her, at the floor, so that I wouldn’t see her heat, her desperate need and desire. My libido was being flash-fried, but I held tight to the strap and fought it.

“Well,” I said crushingly “That’s not going to happen—not while I’m your teacher.”

“I’ll quit your class!” she said desperately, pleadingly. A tear dribbled down her cheek. Oh it hurt to watch! I almost lost my battle and took her right there. But I gathered the ragged shreds of my self-control.

“You don’t want to do that—It wouldn’t change anything,” I said—maybe she knew I was lying. I wasn’t certain. “And don’t snivel.”

“But I. . .”

“Shut. . .up.” I told her. “You know that we can’t have a relationship because eventually someone would notice. For example, if I were . . . Your Mistress, and you were my slave they would notice that I demanded that you be naked whenever you and I were alone.”

There was a brief struggle in her eyes, then sudden realization. My heart climbed into my throat as she nodded, and slowly pulled off her jacket. Off came the shirt. Staying on the floor she wiggled out of the pants. Underneath was a pair of old, comfortable white cotton panties. Part of me was surprised. I’d been half-expecting either no panties at all or a thong. As she unsnapped her bra and peeled it off I continued:

“And of course as my slave you’d be required to stay on your knees.” I swished the leather strap as I said it “and you’d be punished for every single instance of disobedience.”

She squirmed onto her knees as I watched, taking a moment to show me her dark pubic hair, puffy pussy lips peeking out from beneath. She knelt up, looking me full in the face, then lowered her hands to her sides and dropped her gaze. Her small tits, about a B cupful, jiggled briefly as she squatted onto her haunches.

“Kneel up,” I commanded “Hands behind your head.”

I could have drooled. Her nipples were high and pink, her small breasts, oddly, almost too much of a good thing. I turned and looked at her full on. And I realized what it was about her that had perhaps attracted me to her in the first place. Kneeling, with her armpits exposed and turning to gooseflesh, her nipples out, mouth open and tongue protruding lustily, she looked the spitting image of my sweet college roomy and slave girl, Tennis ball Turner. My mouth was dry. I walked around the nude, kneeling subbie. I wished I could touch her.

“Now get on all fours.” I brandished the strap.

“But I. . .”

“Am I your Mistress or am I not?” I shouted “Obey me slut, or I’ll toss your clothes into the hall and you after them! You keep that mouth of yours shut until I ask you a question. When I give you an order the only syllables I expect to hear from your mouth are ‘Yes Mistress” is that understood?”

A long pause.

“Yes. Yes Mistress.” Meekly. Her eyes cast down. I had her. My mind reeled and my cunt gushed.

“We cannot touch each other, Susan.” I said. “This little episode would be in total violation of the rules of the school district. Those rules specifically forbid any kind of sexual contact between student and teacher. You have no idea what a chance I’m taking even doing this. I will not have it said of me that I coerced a student into an inappropriate relationship, so you will obey me voluntarily or leave, as you wish.”

“But Mistress I . . .”

“However, discipline between teacher and pupil is quite another thing.” I paused to let the meaning sink in, “The regulations for student discipline allow for” I smacked my lips “corporeal punishments. You may be surprised to learn that those particular rules were never rescinded in this district.”

I strutted slowly around behind her. She followed me with her eyes, craning her neck to see me over her shoulder. I swished the strap meaningfully.”

Standing behind her, I paused again, letting the short strap graze her ass.

“Please” she nearly whispered.

“This instance of plagiarism has convinced me that you need stronger discipline. So I am about to use the official punishment strap to correct you. This is an instance of a teacher disciplining a naughty girl, nothing more. You will count each stroke. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistr-Ow!”

At the first sounds of “Mistress” I let fly on her ass with the strap.

“Did I not just explain that this is a teacher disciplining a student?” I hissed “I will not be your Mistress while I am touching you in any way! That little outburst just cost you an extra five.”

SMACK!

“One, Mist Mizz Flock.”

“Call me Miss F.” I said, smiling sweetly.

After about fifteen good swats, tears started appearing in her eyes again. I told her to stop, but secretly I found myself loving her easy propensity to crying. One day I would drink her tears from a crystal bottle while she writhed under my hand, tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. I made her kneel up again.

“Now let’s set the ground rules here:” I announced “First and foremost, I am your teacher. I will not touch you for as long as you’re in this school—but I will never touch you if you fail another course.”

Her mouth got ready to protest. I gave her a look.

“You will be treated as my slave at my convenience, at my home. I will not touch you, and you will not cum unless you have my permission. In fact, you will not play with yourself outside of my presence. You may date, but you will not allow a boy to do more than kiss you. If you choose to let anyone else touch you, our relationship will become simply teacher-and-student again.”

She was breathing heavily now, looking up from her position, squatting on the floor, her ass slightly pink from her spanking. I could smell her wetness, and I longed to touch her pussy, taste her pouting mouth, and have her lick me. But I forced desire aside.

“If and when you successfully graduate this spring we will re-evaluate our relationship. Only then, with your total consent and submission, will I engage in any physical, much less sexual, contact with you. Is that understood?”

This time the pause was even longer. Then: “Yes, Mistress”.

“Come to the desk on your knees, and get out the butt plug.”

I had to show it to her—she’d never seen one before. I instructed her to lubricate it with the packet of Astro glide I’d prepared:

“Get it good and wet, girl. Guess where it’s going? Now squat facing away from me.”

Her ass was open to my view as she squatted, looking over her shoulder at me. She looked rude and slutty as she shuffled to get stable; her asshole, pink and willing, almost seeming to wink at me.

“Kiss it. Lick it. Now put it in.”

Slowly, hesitantly, she kissed and licked the silicone surface, then rubbed it with the lube, hunched over and began to slowly insert the tip of the plug into her ass.

“I’m preparing you,” I said sweetly “because when it’s time for you to get fucked I’m going to start with your ass, and I’m going to use the biggest dildo I can find, so you’re going to need plenty of stretch.”

She was grunting through clenched teeth, but she was determined, and eventually the taper of the plug slipped snugly into her anus. I let her get used to the feeling for a few minutes, letting her wait and not addressing her.

“Does that feel good to you, you slut?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes, my Mistress.” she replied, with wonder in her eyes.

“Good. Now, slave, tell Mistress what you dream of her doing to you.”

I was leaning against my desk. As she watched over her shoulder from the corner I hoisted my skirt up and moved my panties aside. I began to finger myself. Susan launched into a fantasy so outrageous that I’d never have conceived it on my own, involving the daily conditions of her servitude to me, and of who would be allowed to do what to her. Meanwhile, at my order, her fingers probed her wet folds and pinched her own nipples cruelly. Wordlessly I tossed the clothespins into the corner. She made a little whining noise as she clamped them on her nipples, and I had to order her to slip the ones on her labia. Then I told her to clip one on her clitoris. She’d never heard of the clitoris that is, she knew the word but wasn’t certain what it really meant. I explained it to her, playing with my own, slipping the hood back so that she could see it, standing only inches from her flickering tongue and with my insides aching for orgasm. Inside me, muscles were tensing, clenching, and a small sun was building in my belly. As she put the last clothespin on, her face changed as the pain hit her, and I started to cum.

“Oh, my slave, my beauty, you little bitch!” I gasped. She was crying now “I’m so glad you can obey me” then I lost the power of speech as the shockwaves washed over me.

Only a minute or so later she gasped and asked for permission to cum. I told her she could cum after she removed the clothespins, and I watched more tears, this time tears of passion as well as pain, spring down her cheeks. I was rearranging my skirt when she cried out loudly and climaxed. I didn’t let up on her I wanted to cuddle her, hold her tight. But I couldn’t, so I made her kneel up with her chin on the desk.

“You’ll wear that butt plug whenever we’re alone together. I’ll get bigger ones. You know, Susan, I’m really going to be very cruel to you. Even once I’m able to touch you I’ll probably only fuck your ass. You might remain a virgin for a very long time.”

“I don’t care Miss. . .Mistress. I’m so yours.”

My pussy was wet again. I let her watch while I masturbated a second time, but told her she wasn’t allowed to touch herself. I held my sticky fingers under her nose, let her sniff my scent.

“One day, slave, you’ll taste this with your tongue. But first you have to pass your courses. Did you bring your book bag?”

“Yes Miss F.” she stood up.

“I didn’t tell you to get off the floor, slut. You’re my slave, and until I release you you’ll be mine in private. So when I asked if you brought your book bag, the correct response was ‘Yes Mistress’”.

“Yes, Mistress. I-I brought my book bag.” She knelt again. I had her crawl to the corner, her buttocks wiggling invitingly, and fetch the bag, carrying it by the strap in her mouth.

“Good. Get out your history books. You are going to write your essay now.”

She pouted.

“If you disobey me in future, a little display like that will cost you two dozen painful swats with the strap. But if you’re going to disobey right now, just get out!”

She lowered her eyes, and I was physically struck by her beauty. Then she got out her books, opened them, and under my watchful gaze, began to write. I stood and watched the kneeling, naked girl in triumph. It had taken a while, but I’d pulled it off. I knew that under my eye, she would apply herself. And if she applied herself, she’d graduate. And then but I pushed that thought out of my mind.

Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. as you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek , 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. it is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…

It was her birthday. As I had been out of town for some weeks, we had been apart and were both keenly anticipating our reunion. I was to make her a birthday dinner and, of course, had many plans for our re-acquaintance that night. I arrived at her new house with two bags of groceries. She threw open the door and hugged me passionately before I could even set down the sacks. I laughed at the sight and sound of her joy; as always, her feelings touching me deeply.

“I missed You so much Master. It is wonderful to see You again.” She showered my face and neck with kisses as she spoke. I took her face in my hands, and looked into her eyes. “And I you, my jewel.” I kissed her deeply and held her tight. The purple silk dress she wore slid deliciously over her figure as I squeezed and I found myself hardening against her. After a long time, but not long enough, I broke away. “I should start cooking or we will never eat.” I carried the bags into the kitchen and she followed, her high heels clicking on the oak flooring. The following hour was spent cooking, talking, touching when we passed, and drinking a delightful Chardonnay. By the time the food was prepared, we were blushing from the wine, warm from our close proximity, and tingling with anticipation. Moving to the dining room, I found it beautifully prepared. A charmingly simple table with candles, two flowers, and crisp linen napkins on the bare table spoke of thought and style. The mirrored wall reflected our two bodies making it appear that there were more present, but there was only us. I set the food down and we sat; me at the head of the table, she to the side close. I leaned over and removed her cutlery. She looked quizzically at me. “You will not need these tonight.” I said. She smiled.

Taking my fork, I stabbed one of the buttered shrimp and moved it to her mouth. Looking into my eyes, she parted her lips and welcomed the food. Chewing, her eyes partly closed, “Delicious, Master”. I took a shrimp for myself and had to agree. The juicy morsel was perfectly seasoned and the sweet butter dripped fragrantly from each piece. Again, I offered a shrimp and she accepted, this time some butter escaping from her lips. Before she could respond, I leaned in and gently licked it away. She moaned softly and smiled at me. We continued eating our appetizer in this manner. Slowly, wordlessly, each of us becoming more aroused as we ate. I began to suspect she was dribbling butter deliberately so that I would lick her lips. I could see her nipples, hard, through the silk of her dress. Her thighs, slightly parted, revealed soft flesh as the short dress rode up. Some more wine between courses and, then, peppered pork tenderloin with linguini and artichoke hearts. I fed her and myself, and then we sat and were content in each other’s presence. The meal had been delicious, the atmosphere exciting, and her presence intoxicating. I was aching to proceed to the games I had planned and could only imagine her degree of arousal. As always when I was away, she had not been permitted orgasm, but we had been exploring all kinds of different methods of arousal and denial. I was sure, even after our food, that she was very hungry indeed.

“Your dessert will have to wait until later jewel. Mine, however, I will have now,” I said and ordered her to stand. “As beautiful as you are in it, I would like you to remove your dress.” It slid from her body, revealing, as I had suspected, her naked form. Smooth, silken, soft and enticing, she stood before me. I took her hand and led her into the sitting room, standing her beneath the arch. Hands behind her back, feet apart, she waited smiling, as I retrieved our ‘bag of tricks’ from the bedroom. Sliding the padded leather cuffs over her wrists and ankles, she sighed, inhaling the leather’s musk. “I have needed this Master.”

Spreading her arms and legs wide and securing them to the arch I replied, “Now you have a choice to make, my jewel. I trust that you are aroused just now, and I understand that it is your birthday.” I walked around her, admiring her body pulled taut and presented to me by the bonds.

“So, if you want to cum as I play with you tied like this, then you have my permission. However, you will only be allowed to cum once, although I will continue to use you for the rest of the night. If you can resist the urge to orgasm, then, my precious jewel, you will have my permission to climax as often as you wish tonight . And I promise, you will cum often indeed before the dawn.”

She rolled her hips slightly and moaned. “Master, I want nothing more than to orgasm right now, and if You gave permission I would, with not a touch. But, I am Yours, and Your gift of a night of un-denied pleasure is more exciting than I thought possible. Therefore, I will choose to withhold my orgasm until You untie me. I only hope I have the strength.”

I had hoped that she would elect to wait. I smiled, glad that she had and happy that I knew my jewel so well. I slid the padded blindfold over her eyes enhancing her other senses. I picked up a comb, designed for premed hair, and ran it over my palm, feeling its scratch. Starting at her shoulder, I ran the comb in a long, straight line down over her buttock to the ankle straps of her shoes. Surprised, she gasped and arched her back away from the comb. I repeated the stroke further towards the center of her back. She arched again, but not so violently, expecting it now. Slowly, I dragged the comb down her back, her buttocks, and her legs from one side to the other and back again. With each stroke she arched away less and eventually began groaning and arching toward the comb. I moved further around her stretched body, scratching the comb over her sides and further, until I was standing facing her. She was breathing heavily, lips parted, head to one side.

“How does this feel, jewel?”

“Oh Sir, I’ve never felt that before. It’s like every nerve is firing and soooo sensitive to any stimulation at the same time. It’s driving me crazy I love it!”

“I am glad you like it, jewel. I shall continue then.”

I continue to run the comb down over her body collar bone to foot. Scratching the skin lightly, over her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. I ensured that I covered her inner thighs, but studiously avoided her moans. By now every nerve in her skin was screaming for attention and her hips were rolling around subconsciously. She moaned quietly to herself whether I was touching her or not. I put down the comb. Earlier I had placed some raspberry flavored oil on a candle warmer, and now I reached for the bowl.

“It’s time for my dessert now, jewel but presentation is everything, so I must prepare.”

“Oooh yes Master, please touch me. My skin is on fire. Please?”

Picking up the soft, fan-shaped art brush I had brought with me, I walked around my writhing sub. Coating the 3/4 inch brush in oil, I admired the sight before me, and chose my starting place. Unable to see me, jewel keenly listened for my footsteps, trying to determine where I was, and when/if I was going to touch her. I moved to her side. Dipped and dabbed the brush, then placed it beneath her right arm and ran it down her side. jewel grunted from the warmth, the feathery softness of the bristles, and the slippery oil. I continued painting the oil replenishing the brush as I went around onto her lower back. Then down between her buttocks, onto her inner thigh, spiraling around her leg towards her foot, stopping at the strap of her shoe. I stood and recommenced painting at the top of her buttocks, up and over her hip. The warm oil added a sheen to her skin. Around and down, I trailed the brush along that sensitive line between abdomen and pelvis, straight towards her center. She arched towards me head thrown back, pelvis thrust forward, panting. When I reached her moans proper, I stopped, recharged my brush, and continued painting around the gentle swell of her belly and in towards her navel. Again, I replenished my brush and proceeded northward. Around her breast, spiraling inwards to the areola, and then the nipple thoroughly coating the latter in the fragrant oil. On the other breast, I started on the nipple and spiraled outward around the breast and then up the middle of her chest, her neck, and onto her lips painting her lips delicately with the oil.

“Just a taste, my pet, of what I will be savoring.” I put down the bowl and brush, and walked around her, “Are you regretting your decision to hold back for later, my jewel? You know you can orgasm whenever you want, but that will be all for tonight and perhaps for a long time.” Standing close, in front of her, “But if you wait, my pet aaaaah you will cum and cum and cum but you must wait and it is sooo hard, isn’t it? You must want to release soo badly by now.”

Through ragged breaths, and nodding her blindfold head, she grunted her answer, “Nnng, sssssso v-v-very hard M-Master. B-b-but I’ll wait, Sir, please.”

Smiling, I moved to the side where I had commenced the oiling. Bending my head, I held my lips over her oiled skin for a moment, and then began to lick. Softly, lovingly, I tasted her skin, the oil, and her excitement at my touch. Down, over her buttocks, her thighs. She, pushing towards me, as far as her bonds allowed moaning, “Oh Sir,” over and over as the leather restraints creaked. Slowly, I licked the oil from her hip, her belly . I tasted her navel, smelling her arousal, and then up around her breast to the nipple. Her moans becoming more strident as I centered on the nub and then disappointment as I left it briefly for the other. Sucking the second nipple, and then licking upwards her neck, her jaw-line, and finally to her lips. Cleaning her mouth of the oil, brushing my lips along hers, I could feel her restraining herself from kissing me without permission. I broke contact and stood close but not touching savoring my jewel’s submission, savoring our arousal, savoring the night.

Stepping back, I reassured her, “Almost time to untie you, my pet.” From our bag of toys I removed the nipple clamps with which my pet and I had first played. They were stronger than the others in our collection and quite painful. jewel could wear them only briefly, but when she did they increased her arousal dramatically without actually making her orgasm. I approached the bound woman and stood very close again. Her breathing had calmed somewhat, but her body glowed with intense arousal. Gently, I rubbed the cold metal against the tips of both nipples. She gasped with surprise and stimulation aware that I was touching her with clamps, but unsure which ones. I opened the jaws, and slowly allowed them to close on both nipples simultaneously. As the pressure increased, jewel could tell which clamps I had selected, and she moaned in that delightful pleasure/pain tone. I released the clamps and, as gravity claimed them, jewel grunted as they pulled on her swollen nubs. I reached up and placed the key to her bonds in her hand. Stepping backwards I removed my shirt and pants and sat on the dining chair in front of her.

“My jewel, I am naked, sitting before you. you have the key; you may unbuckle yourself, remove your blindfold, and come to me. However, should you drop the key or be unable to free yourself, I will assume you do not wish to accept my birthday gift, and I will resume playing with your body.”

I watched as she manipulated the key. Although dexterously done, the clamps, her arousal, and her haste caused her some difficulty. Eventually she freed one hand, and I watched as she unbuckled her other hand and ankles. Each movement caused the clamps to swing and pull on her distended nipples, eliciting moans. Once free she stood upright and slowly removed her blindfold. Her eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my cock purple and swollen with desire for her. Finally she met my gaze and moved to stand in front of me, legs slightly parted. Her breathing was deep, her eyes hooded, lips moist.

“Master, I am untied. May I have Your permission to orgasm?”

“My jewel, I would love for you to orgasm. But I would like you to do it on my cock.”

She breathed deeply, flinching slightly at the clamps’ movement.

“Then may I sit on Your cock please, Master?”

“Of course, my jewel. It is so hard and so swollen just for you.”

She moaned a little at that, and straddled my legs. “Thank You, Sir.” Her hands on my shoulders, she slowly lowered herself. My cock head nudged against her swollen pussy lips, and then I was inside her. So hot and tight and wet, the sensation almost making me orgasm. She, taking a sudden deep breath in and releasing it in gasps as she held still, not daring to move without permission.

“Master, please may I give You my orgasm?”

I reached for the clamps and slowly released the pressure. “Yes, my jewel, you may cum for me.” As the blood returned to the tortured nubs, her head fell back and, without moving, she orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clamped down and spasmed around me, fluttering against my manhood. She cried out unintelligibly, and then began to move her hips. Small movements, but enough to carry her through to another climax. Moaning, crying out my name, gasping, she came again. She slowed and stopped.

“Master that was wonderful, thank You. But You did not cum, mmm Lord. Please may I pleasure You?”

“Oh you will, jewel we have barely begun.”

She smiled. We stood, I led her to the bedroom, and she climbed onto the edge of the bed on hands and knees. Standing behind her, I cupped her swollen pussy with one hand and gently caressed her. With the other hand I took the anal bead wand from the bedside table. As I lubricated it in her juices, jewel moaned at the firm stimulation. I held the wand at the entrance to her ass and slowly increased the pressure. As she felt this, she moved back against me, trying for penetration. I held her back and continued slowly pushing. Finally, the first bead popped through her asshole and she groaned with satisfaction. I continued the pressure and she moaned in anticipation, remembering the progressively increasing size of the beads. My other hand was still softly stroking her pussy mound – barely touching. One by one the beads popped into her rectum and jewel’s moans rose in pitch as she was filled. When only the wand handle remained protruding I let go of it, allowing her some time to feel the beads inside her and to yearn for their movement. I hadn’t thought it possible, but her pussy was growing wetter and her sighs of pleasure became louder. My free hand softly rubbed the bead wand, transmitting the slightest vibration onto her sensitized anus. I flicked it and she gasped, rolling her hips toward the hand on her pussy. Again I flicked, over and over, each time keeping my hand barely touching her thrusting pussy mound. By now she was moaning and pleading for more stimulation.

“Don’t hold out now. Remember, jewel, you may come whenever you wish.”

“Oh, but Master, I am not I am so close I need just a little more, please?”

With that I grasped the wand and began to pull it out. As each bead broached her anal ring, I would allow it to slip back inside slightly before finally extracting it. As each bead left her rectum, jewel would cry out, and my hand on her pussy could feel the spasms as her vagina contracted in orgasm. Even when all the beads were removed, she continued to cry out intermittently as the aftershocks rippled through her, causing more, smaller orgasms. Finally she was done and she collapsed sideways on the bed, looking at me past half-closed lids. “Thank You, Master, oh thank You.”

“You are welcome, jewel. Would you like your dessert now?”

“Yes please, Master, I would.”

“It will take a small period of time to prepare, so whilst I do that I would like you over here.”

I indicated the kneeling apparatus I had built. She had been on it once before, and when she realized to what I was going to attach her, she smiled and growled with arousal. Gingerly she lowered herself onto the vibrator attached atop the vertical pole. I had built this device to my sub’s specific measurements, so, when I separated her knees slightly and secured them to the forward cross bar she was deeply, deeply penetrated and quite unable to move up or down. I arranged the clitoral stimulator exactly on top of her pink nubbin. Quickly I strapped her ankles to the rear cross bar, buckled her wrists behind her back, and then secured the cuffs to the main bar of the apparatus beneath her crotch. She was helpless, penetrated, full, and immobile. I gazed at her in adoration. She gazed at me in pleasure and submission until I replaced the blindfold. “I will return.”

I rapidly assembled a plate bearing strawberries, whilst dark chocolate melted in a small bowl. I returned to the bedroom. My jewel was breathing heavily and very slightly rocking her hips backwards and forwards about the only movement my apparatus afforded her and one that normally I would punish. Tonight, however, I was in a generous mood, and happy to see her stimulate herself. I pulled a chair close in front of her and sat. She could smell the chocolate and the fresh tang of the strawberries. She licked her lips. I dipped a strawberry in the chocolate, gathered the drips on the fruit, and held the concoction an inch from her lips. Again she licked her lips, “please Sir, may I have Your dessert it smells delicious.”

Smiling, I touched her lips with the fruit; she opened and devoured the sweet food.

“Mmmmm, gorgeous.” she said. “May I have some more, Sir?” Again I fed her, until the bowl was empty.

“All gone, my pet,” I said. She smiled.

“Master, may I finish my dessert by tasting Your cum? Please? It would be the perfect ending to the perfect meal.”

My sub is a fellatio expert and the thought of her expert ministrations excited me immensely. Wordlessly, I leaned over and turned on the vibrator. Her head fell backwards and her back arched. “Yesssssssss!” she hissed. I stood in front of her, my cock rock hard and purple as it had been most of the night. The head brushed her lips, and she opened her mouth and kissed my manhood. Slowly she engulfed me her warmth and wetness arousing me still further. She withdrew, and licked me from base to tip, moaning as she did so.

“Can you taste yourself on my cock, jewel?” I asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her words.

“Oh yes, Master and we taste sooo good. Oooooh Sir, I am so close to cumming again…” As she moaned in orgasm she took my cock deep into her throat and massaged me with her muscles. Humming and moaning and groaning, the vibrations transmitted to my cock drove me higher and higher. My hands stroked her hair and, as my hips started to buck fucking her mouth, I lightly held her head. By now she was groaning and twitching continuously as orgasm after orgasm hit her. With her movement on the vibrator so restricted by her bonds, she was totally at the mercy of the device. She had told me before that such electrical apparatus gave her the willies due to their incessant, merciless nature; but I suspected that it also secretly excited her.

My excitement was reaching its peak. Her expert mouth, the stimulating memories of the evening, and the sight of my sub writhing in pleasure all served to push me over the edge. I groaned and my cock spasmed, spurting deep into jewel’s mouth. Again and again I filled her with my seed, and again and again she swallowed. As my orgasm subsided, she, still twitching and moaning, withdrew slightly and licked my softening cock clean. I sat back down on the chair and looked at my beautiful sub. Wisps of hair had escaped their bonds and framed her face. The blindfold hid her eyes, but she looked where she felt I was. Her lips were moist, slightly parted and puffy from taking my cock. Her breasts were red and swollen, the nipples crinkled hard. The breath sighed in and out as she continued to orgasm over and over. Her stomach muscles fluttered, her pussy lips clenching the vibrator. In her helpless, debauched condition; in a state of pleasure and over-satiety; and in a mental zone of total subservience, she had never looked so desirable. I was proud, honored and amazed that this wonderful woman had gifted me with her submission and allowed me to become her Master.

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She couldn’t believe what she was doing. She had only been playing online when she found the erotic literature website. She felt pathetic at first reading kinky stories from who knows what hairy old man and told herself she was just having fun role playing the young woman who likes to be a little slut. But as the weeks went by, and she became slowly addicted to the kinky games, she realized that she was getting online what she had been missing in real life. After reading a few stories to get her body trembling and wet, she would go outside for a walk and think that she was still in this strange cyber world where faceless men and women were jumping out of their skin in horniness. A man would look at her on a busy street and all she could think about was him making her get on her knees. But the reality of his face, his strangeness, his live flesh and the fear of the moment made her turn her eyes away. She remembered the first time she read his stories. It was like someone else was seeing the vulgar, animalistic urges she felt in her head but felt too perverted to let out or were never brought out by the brainless orangutans that usually wanted to fuck her. She had always loved it when men told her what to do, when they wanted her to be a slut. But men could never understand that there had to be that deep connection of sensibilities, that understanding of how things are, without all that cheap romanticism, before she got on her knees.

Now, suddenly she was on her way to meeting a total stranger she had met online. They had chatted a little, but he didn’t want to play cyber world games with her. He told her that he thought it was ridiculous that people live their fantasies out on a computer. He said that the computer was just a means back to life, a way of seeing was is possible, like in art and novels, so you can return to life and participate in it fully. She thought at first that he was full of shit, just talking to convince her, but as time went by and the online world never got past its vicarious fantasies, she started to wonder if maybe he was right. He asked her to call him and she did. They talked for a few minutes, intimately and nervously, almost reckless. He told her he wanted her to come and see him, that he liked that she wasn’t afraid to be herself, that she loved to be desired. She laughed. He told her he loved that she liked to be told what to do, that she wasn’t afraid of being a dirty slut. This made her stomach drop. She was afraid but she was incredibly turned on when he said it. She protested that she didn’t know what he looked like. He assured her that he was attractive, telling her that she would have to be content with 5’10, 175, blue eyes, until she saw him. She was still unsure and told him she would have to think about it. After she got off the phone with him, she was so horny and realized how tired she was of not being able to let out her physical urges beyond the online playroom. She called him back. “I’ll come.”

She was wearing exactly what he had asked her to. A thin white skirt, a tiny black g-string, a t-shirt, no bra and shoes with short heels. She got out of the taxi in the East Village in New York. He lived on a tree-lined street filled with young people walking up and down. She climbed the stairs to his apartment. She rang the buzzer and he let her in. He opened the door and stood in front of her. His physical presence made her stomach drop. It was such a strange thrill and fear to meet someone who you’ve only talked to, but who turns you on. She was definitely attracted to him. He had sexy eyes, slightly unshaven, wore jeans, a t-shirt and smart-looking glasses.

“Hi.”

“I see you wore what I asked you to.”

“Yes.”

She had always been turned on by a man telling her what to do but hated all those people that turned it into a master and slave game, like it was dungeons and dragons. She wanted to be told what to do by a real person, with a real name.

“Come in.”

She walked in, setting down her bag and taking a seat on his couch. They talked for a while about her trip, the neighborhood, their lives, etc., while he eyed her up and down.

“You really turn me on in person,” he said. She laughed.

“I know this must be awkward for you, but could you get up and put your hands against that wall.”

She couldn’t believe how he just jumped into it, but she loved it. She got up and put her hands against the wall.

“Spread your legs.”

She laughed. Then she spread her legs. She felt so exposed, wearing this outfit for a stranger who was now staring at her.

“You really turn me on.”

“So do you,” she said. She turned her head around and looked at him. “Tell me more.”

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. I’ll show you the neighborhood.

“Ok.”

“First, though, pull your skirt down a little so I can see your panties.”

She pulled them down so anyone could clearly see her g-string descending beneath her skirt and between her cheeks.

“Do you have a tighter shirt?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Put it on. Make sure I can see your nipples.”

She took a shirt out of her bag. She nervously started to take off the shirt she was wearing.

“Not yet. Change in my bedroom. I don’t want to see you exposed yet.”

She went to the bedroom and changed into a tight white t-shirt that hugged her breasts.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m going to lead you around the neighborhood and let everyone look at you. I want you to feel exposed, feel like an exposed slut.”

“Ok.”

They went out and he led her by the arm. It was hot out and humid. They walked down the street and men looked her up and down, starring at her breasts and her little panties showing. Construction workers yelled crude things at her and all the young men eyed her, knowing what she wanted. He led her by the arm like she was his to do whatever he wanted with and she loved it. They stopped in a cafe.

“Let’s go to the bathroom.” He led her to the bathroom in the back. She went in and he followed her.

“While you’re here you need to always make sure that you suck my cock when I want it sucked.”

“How am I supposed to know?” she asked.

“Ask me or when I look at you a certain way.” He looked sharply into her eyes.

“Ok.”

“Now get down on your knees.”

She kneeled on the hard floor and looked up at him. She unzipped his pants and reached through the fly of his boxers to find his cock. She grasp it in her hand and pulled it out. It was a nice size, soft and smooth. She rolled her lips over the head of his cock, getting it nice and wet. She did it again. Then again. He grabbed a hold of her head. She couldn’t believe how horny she was, sucking a stranger’s cock in a bathroom. She coated his cock with saliva and pushed it deeper into her mouth. She took it about halfway in and pulled it out. She did this over and over, stroking his cock with her hand.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock deep inside her mouth until she gagged.

“Open.”

She opened again and he did the same thing.

“Open. Open,” he said over and over pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. The gagging was making her salivate profusely, dripping all over her face and onto the floor.

“It really turns me on to see you getting your face fucked.”

His dirty talk made her feel afraid and kinky. She slowly relaxed her throat muscles enough to where she only gagged a little. He clinched his butt and pushed his cock in and out of her little mouth.

“You are my slut to do with what I want.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You like sucking cock?”

“Yes, I love it.”

He pushed it in and out, in and out. She devoured it, feeling out of control, kinky. She sucked his balls and licked him all over. He grabbed a hold of her and pulled her up. “That’s enough for now.”

Her panties were soaked and he had hardly touched her.

“Let’s go.”

They went back outside. It was raining. A summer thunderstorm. They looked at the rain coming down hard.

“What should we do?” she asked.

“Let’s go.” He led her by the arm into the rain. In only a few seconds her clothes were drenched. She might as well have been topless because anyone could see her cold nipples and the color of her skin. As they walked down the street, they ran into a friend of his. He introduced her to him. The two guys talked a bit.

“You live close by don’t you?” he asked his friend.

“Yes, right there.”

“Do you think we can come in and dry off? The friend looked at her, her naked body exposed to him. She felt so embarrassed and turned on and slutty all at once.

“Sure. Come on.”

They went to his friend’s apartment. They were drenched.

He whispered in her ear on the way up. “Take off your clothes when we get inside. Ask him if he can put them in the dryer.”

This made her nervous. But when they got inside, she did as he asked.

“Do you mind if I take these off to dry them,” she asked his friend.

He looked at her and smiled, not sure what to think. “Sure, let me get you something to wear.”

His friend went to get something for her to wear but he looked at her and shook his head.

“No, that’s okay,” she said. His friend turned back around as she pulled her shirt off her wet breasts. Then she pulled her skirt off. She handed her clothes to him who handed it to his friend.

“Wow,” his friend said. She stood there in just her black g-string as both men looked at her.

“She likes to show herself off,” he said looking at her. He kissed her, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth in a very perverted way. He fondled her wet breasts and grabbed her ass.

“Hey, you want me to leave you two alone,” his friend asked laughing.

He whispered to her, “Go kiss him. Then suck his cock.”

This sent shivers through her body. She walked over to his friend who was pretty cute himself. She put her lips to his and slid her tongue into his mouth. He looked up and the two of them smiled at each other.

“She’s kind of a slut,” he said. “She does what I tell her to do,” he said.

She was so turned on kissing this guy she never met. He grabbed her ass and pushed his cock against her. She loved the attention. He came up behind her and fondled her ass. Both of them grabbed her ass, taking turns kissing her, pulling her panties tight up her ass. He suddenly slapped her on the ass. “I told you to suck his cock.” She felt totally embarrassed, getting spanked and talked to that way in front of someone she had just met.

“This girl needs to be spanked,” his friend said. She looked up at his friend.

“Bend over the end of the couch by the window,” he told her. She nervously walked over to the couch and laid her body across the end of the coach and waited for them. His friend came over and pulled the curtains open. She looked out the window and there were several people on the fire escape of another building. They looked at her. She froze in fear and embarrassment, but stayed still. He came over and rubbed her ass, then slapped it with the palm of his hand. She winced in pleasure.

“Look at those guys out the window while we spank you.”

She turned her head to the guys on the fire escape who were pointing at her and talking. She felt another hand slap her other ass cheek. It was his friend. They were standing on each side of her, each taking turns turning her cheeks red. She looked at the guys out the window as she was spanked over and over. She felt like she was theirs to have. He reached around and kissed her, sticking his tongue deep inside her mouth.

“Look at them.” She looked at them as she was kissed and her breasts fondled. “Don’t worry. I just want you to feel that you’re mine and that I know what you like.”

She kissed him and grabbed onto his cock. She pulled down his zipper, pulled it out and devoured it in her mouth. His friend was pushing himself against her ass. She heard his pants fall to the ground and then felt his cock slide across her ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum. He pulled her soaked panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her lips. She kept sucking hard. He bent down to stick his tongue in her mouth and then slid his cock back in. She felt his friend’s cock enter her pussy, opening up her tight vagina.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’re meant to be fucked,” his friend said. She couldn’t believe how much these guys were turning her on. She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth.

“You can have me whenever you want,” she said, thinking how incredible this encounter was turning out. His friend had started to really pound his cock into her, slapping his legs against her ass. He had his fingers all over her clit and she was squirming in orgasm.

“Suck it you little slut,” he said grabbing her by the hair. Oh my God, she thought. He knows exactly what I want. Their hands were all over her, fondling her breasts and nipples and ass. They dripped their saliva all over her and just fucked her beyond words. They were both moaning, about to come. They turned her over and sat her up. They each stroked their cocks a few more times and they both slipped they heads of their cocks into her little mouth. He plunged his fingers into her pussy to replace his friend’s cock, then suddenly cum spurted out all over her lips and tongue and down her throat and across her face. She was covered in their cum, still getting fingers thrust in and out of her as she contorted her body in orgasm. She swallowed as much cum as she could. They took their fingers, wiped up the rest of it on her face and stuck it into her mouth. She swallowed that too. He kissed her. Then his friend kissed her. He fell on the couch satisfied while she rubbed his soft cock.

“You are incredible,” he said. She laughed and licked his cock some more. His friend got up and started to get dressed.

“Let’s go eat some dinner so you’ll have enough energy for tonight,” he said.

Her pussy was tired, but she would let him fuck her again at that very second if he wanted to, she thought. “Ok.”

She put her wet clothes back on. They said bye to his friend, who kissed her again. “You are a wonderful and nasty little slut,” he said. She laughed and they left. Her body felt loose walking down the street and she was not as conscious that she was dressed like such a whore. They stopped to get some food and went back to his apartment.

“I want you to eat in your panties,” he said to her matter-of-factly.

She looked at him. “You turn me on so badly,” she said. She took off her clothes and sat in the chair opposite him in her g-string and ate. They were famished and devoured the food. After she put the last bite of food in she looked up at him.

“Pull your panties off.”

She stood up and pulled them down. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock.

“I want to fuck you a little before we go out.” He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. She straddled her legs around him. He held his stiff cock straight up and she sat down on it. Her pussy was still wet and she started to ride him up and down. She squeezed her pussy tight around his cock and he winced in pleasure. She fucked him for only a few minutes, then he lifted her off.

“That’s enough.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t you get dressed. We’re going out to a fancy bar uptown.”

“What should I wear?”

“There are some clothes in my bedroom.”

She went into his bedroom and found a box with clothes in it: a black garter belt, tan stockings, a light colored dress and a camouflage g-string. She liked his tastes. She undressed and put them on. The dress ended right where the stockings started, causing the slightest bend to reveal the flesh of her legs. The dress was pretty see-through as well.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed her and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth. “How do you like being my little slut?”

“I love it. You can have me whenever you want.”

They went out, got a taxi and rode uptown to a swanky bar. Before they went in they stopped outside.

“Go in by yourself. There are a lot of older men at the bar normally- around 40. Find a group of them and sit next to them. Play the little slut looking for attention. Okay?”

“What should I do with them?”

“Take them to the bathroom. Suck all of their cocks. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Then meet me at the bar. Don’t take too long. We have to meet someone later.”

He grabbed her, fondling her ass under her dress and kissing her. She was horny again. “Go.”

She went in and walked around until she found three men in suits sitting together at the bar. She sat next to them and they immediately took notice of her. They quickly bought her a drink. He sat across from her so she could see him. He motioned for her to spread her legs a little and she did. Then men were salivating to get at her. She reached over and whispered to one of the guys.

“I have to be honest. Sometimes I love older men and you guys are really turning me on.”

“Oh yeah,” he responded.

“Why don’t you take me to the men’s room and treat me like a dirty girl that’s been bad.”

The guy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He repeated it to his friends. They impulsively grabbed her by the arm and took her to the bathroom. When they entered the bathroom, he was standing there washing his hands. “I didn’t know this was the ladies room,” he said. She was a little tipsy from the drinks. “It’s not. I’ve been a bad girl.”

The men all laughed in disbelief. She looked at him. “Sir, would you mind locking the door and making sure no one came in.”

“She’s with us,” one of the men said.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch the door.”

The men didn’t care at this point that there was someone else there. She got on her knees and unzipped each man’s pants and pulled out each of their cocks. She devoured one, sucking it off with a loud slurp, then repeating with the other two. She sucked at all of them, trying to get them in and out of her mouth.

The men fondled her. “Suck it little girl.” She moaned in pleasure.

“I want you to all come on me.”

She sucked them hard, trying to get them to come right away. He was watching her the whole time, making sure she sucked well. It didn’t take long until they were all moaning. One of them came in her mouth and she swallowed. She turned to the next guy, who came in her mouth again and she swallowed again. And she repeated it a third time. Her mouth was coated in cum. He motioned for her to go and she stood up and walked out. She said bye to the men who still had their cocks out. He took her back outside.

“I just wanted to get your mouth warmed up. Did you like that?”

“I felt cheap.”

He reached under her dressed between her legs, feeling her panties. “How come your panties are wet then?”

“It still turned me on. I felt like your whore.”

He kissed her.

“Let’s go. I have a friend we have to meet.”

They got in a taxi and went back downtown. They stopped in front of an apartment. “It’s a small party.”

They got out and climbed the stairs. The knocked, the door opened and they went in. There was about 15 people there. He found his friend and he introduced her to him. He was attractive, black, smooth skin and a nice body. They all talked for a while and drank. They smoked a joint and drank some more. She was getting pretty drunk and loving it. Everyone was dancing, and she was going from one man to the next. He told her to rub herself against all of them, but she wasn’t allowed to kiss them. She was making all the men horny and she was soaked. There were so many men there she was wondering what he wanted her to do. He called her over. “I just wanted to get you nice and horny. Let’s go.”

She couldn’t believe he just wanted to go. “But don’t you want me to suck off one of these guys?”

“Would you like that?”

She couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Yes, I’d love it and I know you would.”

“What do you think of my friend?”

“I’d like his delicious black cock up me.”

“You are learning well what I like. You really are a slut.”

She laughed. He grabbed her and motioned his friend to the bedroom and he followed. They closed the door.

“She wants your black cock straight up her ass,” he said.

She looked up at him in surprise. His friend laughed and pulled his cock out of his pants. “You mean this,” he said shaking his long, thick black prick at her.

“You don’t get any kisses until you bend over. You’ll get fucked up the ass first. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

She did as he said, fear and pleasure making her pussy and stomach tingle. They lifted her dress over her ass and pulled her panties to the side. His friend spread her cheeks and immediately slid his tongue into her ass. She moaned in pleasure. He slid the tip of it in and out, letting saliva fall all over her ass. He slipped a finger in, sliding it in and out and turning it around. She protested to be careful and he slapped her on the ass. He put his hand between her legs and fingered her, playing with her pussy. She relaxed a bit as he slid another finger in. He put a finger in her mouth and she sucked it. She was really getting horny and the image of this cute black man fucking her ass made her wild. He slid another finger in while he got his cock wet. He removed his fingers and kneeled behind her. He pushed the head of his black prick to her ass and eased it slowly in. She let it slide in. He pulled it out and slid it in again. He pulled out his cock and put it in front of her face. She inhaled it. He pushed it deeper into her ass, keeping her pussy nice and excited. He let some saliva drop into her ass. Inch by inch, he slide his black cock all the way into her tight ass. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and got up under her. He pussy was soaked and he slid his cock right in. The moment she felt it enter her and felt two cocks in her, she was out of her mind. She wished she could see herself getting fucked by him and his friend. They slid their cocks in and out in rhythm, filling her up. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and she sucked them readily.

“You want a cock in your mouth?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slid his fingers in and out. “You have to wait until tomorrow you little slut.”

She moaned. He eased his cock deep in her pussy and left it there while his friend started to pound her little ass. They fucked her like mad for the next 20 minutes, just in and out like animals. He pulled out of her pussy and stood behind her. His friend pulled out of her ass so he could put his cock up it. He slid it in. She couldn’t believe how horny this guy made her and how much she loved being a slut for him and for herself. His friend was playing with her pussy and she began to writhe in orgasm.

“We’re both going to come in your ass.”

She moaned at his nasty words. She felt him pounding her harder, then pull out. He spread her cheeks wide and came in her ass, letting in drip down. His friend, who was masturbating, soon added to it, filling up her sore, wet ass with cum. She moaned through one more orgasm and collapsed. He rolled her over and kissed her and his friend did the same.

“She’s wonderful,” his friend said. “Let me know if you need me to fuck her anymore while she’s here.”

“Come by for breakfast tomorrow. But I only let her suck cock in the morning.”

“Sounds nice. See you then.” He got dressed and left.

“You are a nasty slut. I love it.” She smiled.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

They got in a taxi and went back to his apartment. They took off their clothes and climbed in bed. He lodged his cock between her cheeks and fell asleep. Her body tingled. She had never felt better. He whispered to her, “Make sure when I wake up tomorrow my cock is in your mouth.”

“Mmmmm.”

He kissed her goodnight.

Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. As you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek , 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…

Carla enjoyed taking her time in the brief walk to the punishment room. She particularly relished the click clack of her high heels echoing off the corridor walls, and the attention of the prison guards never failed to accentuate her feminine charms. Carla had now been involved with this program for the last three months. Her psychological studies had been used to good effect, and she had presented the Governor with a plan designed to bring the toughest and unmanageable prisoners into line. What she actually did was a secret to all but herself, but the authorities had to admit that after ‘treatment sessions’ with her, even the most difficult of the male prisoners seemed subdued. Carla knew today would be no different. She had received the call yesterday from the Governor, and had spent a refreshing lunch hour in his office being briefed on ‘Paul’, the prisoner she was due to see. The Governor was a man in his mid forties, public school educated and utterly charming. In her presence he squirmed and flustered, trying hard to hide the obvious effects that her long and nylon clad legs had on him.

Carla enjoyed this of course and played the game to the full. She imagined how he would have been at his public school. Starved of female company, it had left him a quivering wreck in the presence of a vamp such as Carla. On her last visit he had dropped his pen whilst serving her tea. As he bent to pick it up, Carla had chosen the moment to stretch out her legs just inches from him. She knew his discomfort, and relished the fact that he was seen to mop his brow with a handkerchief as she was leaving the room. He stuttered and stammered through his briefing with her, and couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time. Carla learned that Paul, the prisoner was three years through a five-year stretch. He was known to be aggressive at times, but his roguish charm and rugged good looks had not left him short of girlfriends. To Paul they were playthings, and although they invariably fell in love with him, he discarded them once they showed any signs of being clingy. To Carla he was going to be the best challenge yet; a man whose spirit hadn’t yet been broken and it was going to be she who did it. As she approached the room, the guard opened the door for her. She passed through with a smile, and stopped to take in the scene. The room was warm well lit. It was the size of an average lounge, sound proofed, ventilated but with no outside windows. In the centre of the room was a large padded figure X, on its back. This was used to restrain the prisoners.

A remote control allowed the operator to raise or lower the X. Consequently it could be raised to table height or lowered to floor level. At present it was raised about one foot off the floor. Bound by his ankle and wrists to the X was Paul. He was stretched, naked, except for a courtesy thong which had been tied around his groin. Carla simply smiled and slowly walked all the way around him. She said nothing, and the intention was to intimidate her victim. His nakedness intensified by her strict and close fitting business suit, high heels and sheer seamed stockings. She recalled her first visit to the room. Her ‘patient’ at that time had been a bank manager convicted of fraud. His arrogance had annoyed the prison authorities who believed he needed teaching a lesson. His ego wasn’t matched by his physique that was rather puny. Naked and on his back Carla’s presence had silenced him immediately. As she danced her fingers along his legs he had cracked immediately, utterly humiliated by this vampish woman, he had begged for release, offered to be her slave: anything. It was not within the protocol to release prisoners without a guard present, but Carla knew a broken spirit when she met one. She had released him from his bonds, and enjoyed the remaining thirty minutes as he humiliated himself as her slave.

As she lay back in the soft leather chair provided, he had worshipped kissed and licked Carla’s legs and feet as though he was one possessed. Although she found him physically repulsive, there was no denying what he could do with his tongue! Determined not to let him see, she had in fact orgasm twice during the session. When she had tired of him, she placed her stocking clad foot in the centre of his chest and pushed him away. He had immediately curled up on the floor, and served as a comfortable footrest for the remainder of the session. Would Paul be different she wondered? His body certainly was! She knew that he was about 29, and had spent some time as a fire fighter. After his imprisonment he kept fit by working out everyday. He was evenly tanned, and his six pack rippled as he strained against his bonds to follow her around the room. Eventually Carla sat down by his waist facing him. She had noticed him looking at her legs, and ensured that they remained in full view. She placed her fingers on the inside of his thigh and began talking to him in her deep and husky voice,

‘So, you’ve been a naughty boy have you?’ she asked rhetorically, whilst increasing the pressure with her hands. Paul said nothing but struggled visibly against his restraints. He was used to controlling and dominating women, not the other way round, and even though he could feel himself becoming aroused, in these circumstances he would see it a as a sign of weakness. Carla noticed the growing bulge beneath his thong. ‘Well, well what have we here?’ she asked trailing her fingers across his growing manhood, and undoing the bow that kept the thong on. For once in his life Paul was lost for words. Something deep inside of him reminded him of childhood. Guilty feelings that he had looking up his Aunties skirts or sneaking looks down the blouses of girls at his school raced through his mind

‘Shall we get rid of this?’ He heard her soft voice suggest, as he felt the thong being pulled away.

‘My what a BIG BOY, and such a good boy I expect’ Carla’s fingers closed around his now bulging and throbbing shaft. It felt so hot and hard in her cool hands. He was by her reckoning a genuinely big boy, and it was fun to play and tease with such a monster. She stopped briefly to take a sip of wine from a nearby glass. She smiled to herself as his cock continued to twitch in the absence of her touch.

‘What am I to do with you?’ she asked softly ‘The Governor says that you have been a very naughty boy, and my job is to make sure that you behave yourself’ she crossed her legs with a swish of nylon that brought a soft moan from his lips. Carla smiled, a cruel sensuous sadistic smile, as she slowly traced her long tapered and freshly painted red nails up the underside of his shaft. She was an expert at her craft, and as her fingers reached his glans, she gently took him between her thumb and second finger. She gently rolled his foreskin forward and back over the glans, and judging when the moment was right, toyed with the tip with her forefinger. Paul, like all the men that had gone before him simply couldn’t stand it. Within seconds she had him moaning and gasping. She skillfully played his body like a musical instrument, taking him to the limit, promising release, hearing him beg, only to release her soft hold, and instead snake her fingers seductively around her wine glass to take a refreshing sip of Chardonnay. Using her hands and alluring voice she brought him to the brink three times, only to frustrate him at the last minute, holding him firm until the moment had passed, thwarting any attempt at satisfaction from him. Each time she would make him hard again, and each time he seemed marginally bigger than the last.

‘Well, are you learning your lesson?’ ‘Good boys always get a reward, but naughty boys don’t. I wonder which you are?’ she asked gently fixing his gaze with her smoldering eyes. She listened carefully for the response, knowing the paradox that she had put this strong and powerful man in. It came from his lips in a forced and reluctant whisper

‘A good boy’ almost too soft for her to hear.

‘I don’t think Carla heard you’ she replied forcing him into further humiliation by making him repeat himself louder.

‘Oh God, please I’m a good boy, please, Oh God please’ he begged.

‘Now that’s much better’ replied Carla stroking his forehead, ‘and now you can call me madam’ she expected him to resist, but hid her surprise when he immediately responded with ‘yes madam, anything you say madam, I promise I’ll be good’.

Paul was aware of her moving, and heard the soft sound of nylon rasping against leather as she slipped off one of her shoes.

‘You like my legs don’t you?’ she asked as she draped her stocking clad foot across his hungry mouth. He responded by kissing and licking her finely sculpted arch with relish. He was coming along nicely and it was all very predictable. Sensing that he was now putty in her hands, Carla again began playing his huge manhood. Within seconds it was hot, hard and seemed ready to burst. Gently letting him go, she reminded him of how good he had been with his mouth,

‘Do you like my red lips?’ she asked seductively, ‘I have a little test; it’s called the lipstick test would you like to know what it is?’

Paul groaned knowing his torment was about to be prolonged. Carla gracefully changed her position and raised the table on which he was bound with the automatic switch. As it reached a height just above her waist it stopped. She leaned forward resting both elbows on the table, and so doing braced her legs back, thrusting her neat little ass into the air, and dipping her back. She knew that Paul could see, and particularly enjoyed the effect that this stance always had on men. Her fingers toyed with him, and her mouth just inches from the tip. With a smile she held him firmly by the base, and gently slid her lips over his pulsating and throbbing manhood. She got about one third down before ‘coming up for air’ Carla was fascinated. Paul was simply huge! Her bright red lipstick mark was now clearly visible around the tanned skin of his cock. His veins pulsed and throbbed. With her free hand she began tickling his balls before addressing him again.

‘Well, you big boy, you must have passed the test with flying colors, was that nice?’

By now Paul was beyond words. His whole being was focused on the desperate itching sensation in his penis. He unconsciously heaved and thrust against her hand, desperate for relief. Carla knew what he was doing and just toyed with him, much as an angler would with a fish on line.

‘Not just yet’ not just yet’ she reassured smoothly, her tone a compete paradox to the merciless torture she was administrating. As she began slowly stroking him once more, he almost sobbed with frustration; the words ‘please, please, oh madam please’ forced unconsciously from his lips. With a refined touch of cruelty, Carla produced a long white goose feather. This was played in front of Paul’s face. He could guess what was coming next. His pleas were frantic.

‘Oh God madam, please I’ll do anything I’ll be good, please give me relief’ The feather was slowly lowered to his balls, and brushed slowly and methodically across them.

‘I’m terribly ticklish’ offered Carla as if in conversation,’ wouldn’t you like to tickle me too?’

By now Paul was nearly hysterical, Carla knew that the time had arrived for the moment of complete control. After one minute of tickle torture she dropped the feather, and gently took hold of him. Her stroke was gentle but firm and methodical. This time she didn’t vary her stroke, and after about thirty seconds felt his body begin the build up to orgasm. When Paul came, it was so powerful that Carla thought he would tear free from his bonds. It was as though he had exploded as jets of thick white come shot into the air, accompanied by load gasps and groans. As he began to calm down Carla noticed that a ‘string of pearls’ had draped across her stocking knee. The contrast of her dark nylons and the glistening moisture acted as an aphrodisiac for her, and she felt hungry for more. Milking the last from him, she stepped back to wipe her hands on the towel provided. Paul’s pulsating body looked enticing and exciting. Carla took a sip of wine, and for the second time in her career broke the rules. Biting her lip with excitement, and feeling the pounding in her chest, she hit the ‘release button’ instantly freeing Paul from his bonds. He sat up instantly, still gasping from his ordeal, but taking all of Carla in through his hungry eyes. She stepped back, momentarily frightened by the animal presence of this powerful man. He stood up, towering over her by at least a foot. With out a word, Paul was on her in seconds. Unbuttoning her suit jacket and hurriedly removing it before tearing at her blouse. His mouth engulfed hers in a flurry of hot kisses.

Within seconds Carla had been reduced to her underwear, stockings and high heels. Paul scooped her in his arms with little effort, and sat her on the edge of the table. He stood facing her, holding her hair firmly in his hands. Carla noticed that his erection was already strong and firm. Paul wanted her, but hesitated fearing it was a trick. Carla sensed this, ‘just fuck me oh God fuck me’ she pleaded. He pulled her silk panties to one side before lifting her up, and impaling her on his full erection. Carla gasped and caught her breath at the feel of his length sliding home. He laid her back, and tossed her legs over his shoulders as if she were a doll. His hands and mouth covered her nylon clad legs with kisses, and he began piston like strokes in and out of her wet and hungry body. Carla cried out for more as Paul increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. He was a skilled and expert lover, who managed to combine pain and pleasure.

Carla thought she had experienced it all, but this man took her to new heights. He leaned forward to kiss her mouth, and within seconds she was shrieking, biting and screaming for the very relief that only a short time ago had been within her power to dispense. Paul withdrew slowly them rammed home vigorously. His power and rhythm increased. Carla felt a small white light explode somewhere at the back of her head. For the next 60 seconds, she had no idea where she was nor could she have cared. Her orgasm was almost too intense to be pleasurable. Long after Paul had withdrawn, her tired and exhausted body continued to feel the afterglow, and she could still feel him inside. When they had both recovered, they embraced caringly. Paul was re strapped onto the table, and Carla adjusted her clothing to look as normal as possible. Paul had helped to straighten her stocking seams, and she had noticed the beginning of a ladder near the ankle of her left foot.

‘Naughty boy, I’ll have to punish you’ she mocked gently playing with him. To her surprise he responded by beginning to harden! ‘Now now you’ll just have to wait’ she retorted.

She checked that everything was perfect, and walked to the door to summon the guard. As she walked along the corridor to the Governors office, she knew that all eyes would be on her. She loved it. One month later she was back in the Governors office, a new referral to be ‘treated’ The warden sat in a chair consciously trying not to look at the patterned stocking top that was just visible under the skirt.

‘I really don’t know what it is that you do with them’ he stated inquisitively. ‘Paul has been a model prisoner since your treatment, I understand that he even wishes to visit you at home to complete your gardening and DIY. We weren’t sure of this at first, but if we threaten to withdraw the privilege, it seems he will do anything for us, most strange’

Carla smiled, and offered him he empty cup, even though the tray was only inches from her chair. He was out of the chair in seconds brushing his fingers against her hand as he took the cup from her. ‘Work to do I suppose’ he asked as she made her way to the door. I really don’t understand what you get from this Madam’ he spoke softly,

‘A woman like you, surrounded by all of these men, I’m sure you could find more enjoyable ways of spending your time’

She smiled back and turned to walk along the corridor. The room was well lit, darkened and ventilated. Ahead strapped firmly to the table, was Michael. His body looked taught and firm. Carla smiled and began her walk.

Hi guys, I am Saranya and this is my first story to ISS. Please bear with me if I make mistakes. Now Let’s go to our story. This happened about a month ago. We had new neighbors to us in our flats in Chennai and a woman and her daughter about my age of 19 came to our next house. She has a sexy body and she had no father as he had run away with another woman. She was furious to talk to boys and she was only friends to me. Her mother and my mom became friends just like us and they usually went shopping together and we went out together.

Once, my mom and her mom went to a see a ailing friend of my moms and so they phoned that as her husband had died and she had no one to take care of they are going to stay at the hospital for that day fully and be back the next afternoon. So I locked my home and went to hers and we played games in the computer and we cooked and watched T.V. and she said that I can wear her dress as she was the same size as of me. She asked me take bath with her and was shocked to hear that and she said she had longed for sex and hated boys and so she was a lesbian and said how she would think of me and masturbate herself with her fingers.

Then we removed our clothes and we were nude and both of us saw each other fully for the first time. We Went to take bath and she started to touch my boobs and I also did it for the first time and felt her big boobs in my hand warm. She moaned and I took her boobs in my mouth and began sucking. She moaned happily and she fingered my wet pussy. She took a razor and shaved her pussy and mine and then told to finger her pussy while she sucked my big boobs. Then we went to dry ourselves and then we were nude and then I heard the doorbell ringing and I wrapped myself with a robe and went outside and saw my boyfriend Karthik out there and she at once asked me and I filled him in. I took her to Priya’s (my friend who was my neighbor) house and she quickly scolded me for bringing a boy to her house. But Karthik said that all boys and men are not alike and said that he will not leave me as he was my fiancée.

Then he left that he would come the next day and kissed me. This left Priya in a fit but we resumed our session. The next day she was happy to see Karthik and let him in. She was staring at his hard dick which was 8 inches and asked my permission to fuck him. I was shocked but agreed. She fucked him in a room and then he fucked me. Then he left she said that she liked him and said she wanted to marry him. We talked everything to my parents and her mom and I must say that he is a lucky guy that our parents agreed that we both can marry him and his parents were reluctant but later agreed. Then after marriage we both sucked his cock and fucked me while I licked Priya’s pussy and then he fucked her and she licked me. Then we both came and he deposited all of cum inside her and inside me. We had fucked all night and then after some we both were pregnant and till now we both are pregnant as it is only one month old and we both continue to fuck Karthik and we even have lesbian sex with each other. I hope you liked my story and I will be back with another one very soon. You can mail me at [email protected].

Hello ISS Readers, I’m Vikram from Bangalore. I’m 25 years old, 5.11″ tall, bit fat and have a cock of 8 inches. I’m also true fan of ISS. Today I want to tell you my real story which happened about 10 months back. I’m working as software engineer here in Bangalore from past few years, but never had except reading these stories and seeing some blue films. I also have a hobby of chatting over the net, once while chatting I came across a lady and she became my chat friend. We used to chat regularly and it went on for some days. Her name is Nisha and she was 36 years old a mother of two kids. Her husband was a retired army officer. Till many we never had any bad intentions, we used to chat normally as friends we had never exchanged our numbers also. It all started a few days later. It was my birthday that day and my parents had gone to our native place leaving me behind as I had to go to office. I was alone in home for the whole week as this happens often to me. That day while chatting I told her that it was my birthday and I was alone in home. She then immediately asked me for a dinner that night. I too agreed told her a fix a place. She told the place. I told her I had never seen you and how can I recognize you. So she gave me her number and told me to come to the hotel exactly at 8PM and call her and she will come and meet me.

I went home that day, took bath, dressed nicely and went to the hotel which she told me. It was about 25mins drive from my house. I stood in front of the hotel and gave her a call. A lady came to me introduced her self as Nisha. I was stunned to see her. She was fair, beautiful with short hairs and damn sexy to look. She was wearing a red colored T-Shirt and blue jeans. She greeted me for my birthday and we went inside the hotel for dinner. We finished the dinner and started for home. All the time while having dinner I could see her cleavage whenever she used to bend for something and at that time all sorts of intentions started in my mind and I started to get the hard on in my pants. After dinner we started for home and I asked her whether I should drop her. She agreed and came with me. She sat behind me on my bike and her boobs were pressed to my back and while moving I used to get nice rubbings from them, which made my intentions stronger and get good hard on. We reached her home, and I told bye and started home. She immediately stopped me and compelled me to visit her house. So I too accepted the invitation and went in. It was an apartment with two bedrooms. It was clean and beautiful. She switched on the TV and we sat started talking. Nobody was in home, it was only we two. She started to tell about her husband and family. As he was diabetic and also got wounded in army he was not able to satisfy her. Now my intentions became strong. She told she never had sex for last ten years and she badly needs it. And requested me for that. I too became very happy and accepted the invitation. She got up took me to her bedroom and hugged me tightly.

I too hugged her tightly and we started kissing each other on lips for about 30 mins. I was caressing her back and pressing her ass. She too reciprocated those things. She started to unbutton my shirt and removed it. Then she removed my pants. It too removed her T-shirt. She was wearing a black bra which was holding her boobs very tightly and had created a nice cleavage. I kissed on the cleavage and on her boobs. Pressed them over the bra and massaged her naked back. Then she removed her jeans and now she was only in her bikini. She was wearing black panty which quite transparent and I could see her wet hairy pussy. It turned me on. She removed my undie and mad me fully naked. She took my hot-hard cock and started to massage it gently which I was also enjoying. We were hugging and rolling over each other and doing all sorts of romances, which turning both of us on and on. Then I slowly remover her bra and suddenly her boobs jumped out. Her nipples were erect and I started to kiss them and lick and suck them.

I was pressing one and sucking the other and used to change often to other boobs. Her melons were filling my mouth and she used rub them all over my chest and make me horny. She went down and started rubbing her melons on my hard cock and started give me a boob fuck. She holded her melon sized boobs tightly and inserted my cock into her cleavage and started jerk. It was erotic experience. This went on for 10 mins and cummed on her boobs. She cleaned it and cock went down. I enjoyed that boob fuck. After that she took my soft cock in her mouth and started suck it like an ice-candy. This made me again hotter and my cock started to rise and became hard again. She asked whether I’m enjoying it or not. I told yes I am really enjoying it I need it for ever. She told me to lick her pussy. I told ok and she turned her pussy towards me. I removed her panty and I could her love hole fully wet and red hot. It was hiding between her hairy forest. I first inserted my finger and she started to moan softly. Then I gave a nice finger fuck to her which made her to get organism. She was sucking my cock and making it hard and hard. She told me to insert my tongue and taste her cunt. I first hesitatingly went near it, and smelt it. It was musky and made me horny and slowly licked it. The taste and smell of her cunt drive me crazy. I liked it and started to insert my tongue deeper and deeper and also bite her cunt lips also. She also became horny and fastened sucking my cock hard and hard.

We were in 69 position and enjoyed a lot. Then after this she came up and our lips met for 10 mins and we were caressing each other body. She then asked me to insert my hard rod into her hole and fuck. So I climbed on her and she widened her legs so that I could get good access to her cunt. First it tried to push my rod into her hole but it didn’t go it slipped as it was too wet. She then took my cock in hand guided it to her hole and pushed it in. It slid in completely filling the hole. The feel was very great. It was hot inside and loved it. Then slowly I started to jerk, she started to moan aaaaaaahhhhhhh. Then I increased the speed and she too moaned loudly. It continued. I was really fucking her hard. As her cunt was wet there were sounds all around. The bed was giving a rhythmic music as I was pumping her. She too was shouting with joy and pain and lifting her waist and receiving each and shoots as deep as possible. I fuck like this for 35 mins I reached the climax. I asked her whether I should take out my cock as I am Cumming. She told me to cumm inside her. As my hot fluid ran down my cock I slept exhausted on her and she too was tired. Her pussy was full of my cum. We rested for a while and we went for a wash in bathroom. She then washed my cock and her pussy also.

Then came back to bed and she took my cock again in her mouth and started sucking it again. I too started to lick her cunt in 69 pose. We my cock was hard and this time she sat on me and inserted my cock in to her cunt started to pump. She was hold my chest for support and started to pump harder and harder. Her boobs were jumping and I was holding them pressing them. She slept on me and pump. Her boobs were rubbing my chest and I too enjoyed it. Then told me to do it in a doggy style. I went behind and she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt. I pushed it in at once. I slid in and I started to fuck from back like a mad dog does on road. She was shouting with pleasure and pain. I came inside after 50 mins of fuck this time. My cum started to come out from her pussy and it flowing down on her thighs.

The whole night we tried all possible positions and we had organism for 5 times that night. We hardly slept that night. By morning 4AM we both were tired and rested in each other’s arms on bed. I don’t know when she got up and went, at 7AM in morning she got me a glass of milk and she awakened me. She seemed so fresh and happy. She had taken bath already and was wearing a nighty. She said good morning with a glass of milk. We shared and drank the milk and I pulled her on to the bad again. And pressed her boob. She was wearing nothing underneath her nighty. She asked me how the birthday gift was. I told it was nice and really unforgettable gift. She also thanked me for the pleasure as she didn’t have for past 10 years. I asked her for more and she promised that till she is in Bangalore she will give me pleasure whenever required. Then we went for bath and had a standing fuck. And after that she prepared breakfast for me. I had to go to office, so I finished my breakfast and went for job. This is my life’s best moment. Loosing my virginity was my birthday gift. After this for three months we enjoyed nicely and enjoyed pleasure of life time. Her husband then got transferred and she had to leave Bangalore. But even today we talk over the phone. Any comments please write to “[email protected]”.

Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. as you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek, 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. it is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…

Amy Carter was the new English teacher at Piedmont High. She was very young and very attractive. She was the hottest teacher in school. All of the guys would drool after her. Rumors swirled around the school that she was screwing every guy there from the principal to all of the football team. Eve though those rumors were untrue, Amy loved the attention. Valentine’s Day started an eventful experience for Ms. Carter. Amy walked into her room that morning, and saw two dozen roses sitting on her desk. There were no cards indicating who they were from. The roses looked and smelled wonderful. She asked around all day, but no one knew about the mystery roses.

Amy thought and thought all weekend, “Who sent me those roses?”

Monday morning, she walked into her room, and a giant white teddy bear, with a red stomach and nose was sitting on her desk. Once again, there was no indication to who it was from. Once again, no one knew who sent it. This went on all week. Every morning, flowers, candy, expensive perfumes, and such would all be waiting on her in her room. Friday, there was a heart shaped box of chocolates on her desk. She spent the whole weekend devouring them. When she finished them, there was an envelope in the bottom of the box. She opened them, there were several pictures in them. The first picture was fuzzy to make out, but it looked like a woman’s pussy! She looked at the next one, it was a little bit more clear, it was woman’s pussy! Was her secret admirer a woman? The next picture was of a pair of legs, the next was of the upper body. “Who ever this person was, she has big breasts,” Amy noted. The next few pictures were of the hair and face. It wasn’t until the last picture, that she knew who this person was. She was lying on her back nude, using a vibrator on herself. It was Harley, The girl in her Senior English Lit. class! She was in shock! At the same time she was something else, but she was to shock to admit it to herself. She didn’t know why, but she kept looking through all the pictures several times. She stopped when she felt “dirty.”

Amy took a shower and wet to bed. That night she dreamed of Harley. She woke up the next morning like she hadn’t slept at all, she felt like shit. She went to school. There were the roses, three dozen this time. These had cards from Harley expressing her love for her teacher. All through her first class, Amy tried not to make eye contact with Harley. She wasn’t a lesbian, and even if she was, she couldn’t carry on an affair with her student. The day as restless, but Amy was glad it was over at two o’clock. She was sitting at her desk reading a magazine. She heard a knock on the door. She told them to come in. It was Harley.

“Hi Ms. Carter.”

“Hi. What can I do for you?”

Amy noticed how Harley was dressed. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a see through blouse, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“It’s not what you can do for me, it’s what I can do for you.”

“Harley I-”

“You look so tense, let me help you.”

Harley walked behind her teacher and began to give her a massage on her shoulders. Amy melted. The massage felt so good. Harley had a very good touch. Amy woke up when she felt her kissing her neck.

“Harley stop. We can’t-”

“Can’t what? I can’t make you feel good again? I can’t worship your body?”

Harley’s hands traveled down Amy’s blouse. She rubbed her breasts. Amy was melting even more. Harley spun her around in her chair.

“You want me to strip for you Amy?”

Harley took off her blouse, freeing her breasts. Amy couldn’t take her eyes of her big fat nipples. Harley rubbed herself asking:

“I bet you want to wrap your lips around these, don’t you?”

Amy couldn’t explain it, but she did want to suck those tits. Amy was swaying her hips when she lifted her skirt to indicate that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was shaven and wet.

“You will in due time.”

Harley got on her knees, and stuck her hands under Amy’s skirt, and removed her panties. She stuck her head under her skirt, and began to eat out her pussy. Harley was going to town on her teacher’s pussy. Amy was enjoying the tongue lashing her pussy was getting. She was moaning louder and louder, on the brink of an orgasm, when she heard the intercom, it was the Principal.

“Ms. Carter? Your two thirty parent teacher meeting is here.”

“Oh! What? Uh okay.”

Amy had forgotten all about the meeting she was going to have with Roger Stewart’s parents. She was caught in a trap. Harley motioned that she would get under her desk. She took their clothes with her. The parents came in the room, and Amy tried to have an intelligent conversation with them about their son’s grade. It was tough because Harley didn’t have enough of her pussy the first time. She started eating her pussy again. Harley stifled her moans as best she could. When she couldn’t, she would claim she was feeling sick. If only that boy’s parents would have known that Amy came twice while she was talking with her. Just as soon as they left, Harley got out of her hiding place fully clothed, or as clothed as she was when she first came in. She kissed her teacher on the lips. Amy tasted her cum on her student’s lips. Harley walked out of the classroom, and left her teacher in a sexual mess. Amy collected herself, and tried to find her panties. She couldn’t. She left for her apartment. She got to her apartment, and was shocked to find her door was unlocked. She opened the door and nearly fainted when she saw Harley sitting on her couch in her panties that she couldn’t find in her room.

“How did you get in here?”

“I told your landlord that you were tutoring me.”

“We have to talk.”

“No! We have to fuck!”

Harley walked to her teacher and laid a kiss on her that would have melted her elastic in her panties, if she was wearing them. Harley took off the panties.

“Amy, let me help you get nude.”

Harley unbuttoned and removed Amy’s blouse. Then she freed her titties from her prison like bra. She helped her out of her skirt, panty hose, and high heels. Harley let her tongue travel up and down Amy’s legs. Harley got back on her feet, an kissed her again on the lips. The kiss was long and hard. Harley let her lips, mouth and tongue travel down to her breasts. She worshipped them for the longest. But she had to stop, she wanted to taste her prize again. She rammed her tongue deep into Amy’s pussy. She quickly found her large clit and licked, sucked, and pulled on it. Amy was so sexually excited that she began squirting cum all over Harley. Then without much warning, cum was exploding out of her pussy like the “lava bombs” in the movie Volcano. When Amy calmed down, she wanted to give Harley the same pleasure. The girls kissed again. Amy hoped that Harley’s pussy tasted as good as her does did. Amy sucked on Harley’s big fat nipples. Harley was encouraging her lover to go for the gold and eat her pussy. Amy did, and her inexperienced tongue went crazy on her pussy. Harley noticed that Amy’s licks were a bit different than most, but she was still taking her to the big O. When Harley came, she covered Amy’s entire face with cum. Some had even dripped down on her breasts. Amy was like a hungry wolf. Harley had to beg her to stop, or she might not ever cum again. Amy had brought her student to at least eight orgasms in a row! When Amy came back down from her high, she reached into her book bag and pulled out a strap on dildo. She lubed it up with her own cum and put it on. She lay down beside her.

“Amy? I want you. I know I might have sort of freaked you out, but ever since the first day I saw you, I needed you. I needed to fuck you. But if you want to quit, we will, and I promise I’ll keep this between us.”

Amy grabbed Harley, and kissed her.

“No one has ever treated me the way you have this last week or so. Fuck me Harley.”

Amy spread her legs as Harley positioned herself and her eight inch cock over her new lover. She slowly inserted it in her pussy, and Amy moaned loudly.

“Oh, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No keep going. Fuck me!!!”

Harley inserted her dick deep into Amy until she swallowed it all up. She slowly and sensuously began fucking her. Amy rode her slowly, but within minutes, they were one big sexual fuck festival. Amy came just as many times as she made Harley, and she was begging for mercy. Harley stopped and pulled her dildo out of her. She took it off, and handed it to Amy. Amy licked her cum off of the dildo while Harley worshipped her body. The girls shared a bath together. and found out a little more about each other.

“So was that your first time Har?”

“Believe it or not, yes it was. I guess I was so good because of all the practice I got fantasizing about you.” What about you?”

“I was with one guy during college, but you were the first woman I have ever been with, and you were the best.”

“So what are we going to do about us? I know we took a risk at school today, but I’m pretty sure we can’t do that every day.”

“Well, we may occasionally take a risk, just for the excitement of it, but let’s just do this: During school, we will be teacher and student, but after school I’m yours however you want, and your mine however I want. Okay?”

“Okay.! Amy, I love you!”

“I love you too.”

The two shared a kiss and enjoyed their bath. Just as was promised, Amy and Harley lead a teacher and student existence during school hours. But after hours, it was anything goes! Harley graduated from high school and move in with Amy soon after. She went to college real close so she could stay with Amy. To this day, five years later, the sex is still good, and the two are just as in love. In a couple of years, Harley hopes to be a coworker with her lover. And they are living happily ever after.

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I had recently moved to Denver with my husband after he got a job as a systems manager at the new Denver airport. Matt and I had been married for just over three years and, frankly, I must say that our marriage had lost much of the luster it had at its start. Matt always was, and still is, a very decent guy and he’s a good provider. Though I do my share by teaching modern dance and ballet classes at a dance academy. I had hoped to become a professional dancer myself, but that didn’t work out. The problem was that Matt just didn’t seem to pay the kind of attention to me I needed. Sometimes I felt as though he hardly had a sense that I was even there, with him, sharing his bed, trying to have a life together. A woman needs to be appreciated. She wants her husband to acknowledge her, to talk to her, to be aware of her presence. All this my husband has been showing less and less inclination and willingness to do. And where all this was now most striking was, as one might imagine, in the sex department. I can’t say that I married Matt because he was the most sexually exciting of men, or the most ardent lover. I had enjoyed many men prior to him and many of those men were rather more sexually responsive and attractive than Matt was, even at the height of our courtship. I had always been a rather sexual, easily aroused woman, and several of my girlfriends told me I was making a mistake marrying Matt. When I had confessed to them that his sexual temperament was much more tepid than my own, they wagged their fingers at me scolding, predicting that such a difference, such an incompatibility, would lead to certain trouble in the future.

And by this point in time, three years into my marriage, I had to acknowledge that they were probably correct. One marries a man for much more than sex, of course. But sex is and should be a pivotal part of a marriage, especially in its early years. The fact that Matt wasn’t the greatest of lovers was not the issue. He was satisfactory enough, and I am a sensually imaginative enough woman that I was able to fashion a sexually satisfying relationship with Matt at first. But pretty soon his interest in sex, and in any kind of physical intimacy had waned. Even when I leaned over to give him a wifely kiss he seemed to be reluctant. And in the bedroom there began to be real tension as my needs began to exceed his own, and he and I both were clearly aware of this discrepancy. This made it awkward being with him. Luckily a horny young woman always has her fingers to help her out, so I was able to relieve much of my often overpowering sexual tension. But sex is not just about release. It is about two people, equally aroused by each other, coming together in a deeply felt physical and emotional rapport. For me, with my intensely sexual nature, the lack of physical rapport was particularly irksome. And then about a year ago things took an even sharper turn for the worse. Matt stopped fucking me altogether. Even when I tried to coax him into arousal by bringing my mouth down to his cock and trying to suck him to hardness I usually failed. Sometimes he would ejaculate limply into my mouth and then turn over and fall asleep. More often he would push me away when I even began to approach him intimately.

Just this morning I tried again. It was Sunday and I knew Matt didn’t have to rush to work. Matt had a very demanding job and at first I attributed his flagging interest in sex to the intensity of his job at the airport. This often happens to men when their workload becomes stressful or excessively demanding. But I knew that other men managed to attend to their wives, despite the demands of their jobs or professions. We had gone to sleep early and I knew he had gotten a full eight hours, something Matt is rarely able to get these days. And so I leaned over to him as he was waking and kissed him on the lips. Then I slid my hand slowly down his chest and over his stomach to his flaccid cock.

“What are you doing?” he drawled sleepily.

“I’m just touching you,” I said.

“Don’t,” he said, placing his hand on mine and removing it from his cock.

“Why, honey? You used to like it when I played with you down there right after we woke up,” I said.

“I just don’t feel like it, that’s all,” he said tensely.

“You never feel like it!” I said, pulling away harshly, unable to hide my frustration and anger.

He turned away from me.

“It’s like I’m married to a monk. What’s the matter with you anyway? You used to be turned on by me, or so you said?”

As usual when our conversation took this turn, as more and more often it did in recent months, Matt’s response was silence and avoidance. And that’s what he did now, getting up out of bed and going to the kitchen to find his precious newspaper.

I bolted out of bed after him.

“At least talk to me!” I demanded. “Tell me what the matter is? Maybe we can do something about it.”

“Listen, I’ve told you,” he said. “I just don’t feel like it today.”

“Today! Today! You never feel like it. I don’t know how long I can go on like this,” I pleaded.

“Do what you have to do,” he said dismissively.

He didn’t even care! I think that’s what irked me most of all. At twenty-four I was still a young woman, a young wife, and I didn’t feel that this kind of sexual cold shoulder from my husband was acceptable. I had tried to talk to Matt about it but that approach had failed. What was I going to do now? I had vowed that when I got married I would remain faithful to my husband. I had seen, in my family and friends, the path to infidelity lead to many troubles. But I wasn’t about to close myself up in a mental convent. I was a red-blooded American woman with a healthy libido and I wasn’t about to shut it down just because my husband had shut his down. That was my dilemma. And my burden. I tried to focus my mind on other things. I took on more classes at the dance school. I cultivated new friendships and new interests. I took some classes at the University and thought about getting an advanced degree. And I renewed my friendship with my old college roommate, who was originally from Denver, and who had moved back to her hometown after graduating from college. I had been delighted to learn she still lived here. I had seen Tina a few times since I had moved to Denver, but we both had been quite busy and finally we were going to spend a leisurely evening together. She invited me to have dinner at her place with her, and her girlfriend Marge. Now when I say her ‘girlfriend’ Marge, I have to explain what I mean. Tina and I had gone to a women’s college back East where I quickly learned that Tina was not like all the other girls I had known until then. And so when I heard she was living with a woman named Marge I immediately thought back to my first introduction to Tina back on campus eight years ago. The day I moved into my freshman dorm, Tina, assigned to be my roommate, nonchalantly informed me that she was a lesbian. I can’t say that I was shocked, or even surprised, to hear her tell me this. When you go to an all-women’s college you have to be prepared for that. My girlfriends in high school had kidded me once they found out I’d be going to this well-known women’s college that I had better practice up on my muff diving. It was just teasing in good fun. But I had always viewed myself as a very tolerant person and I was somewhat of a feminist too. So I had no problem at all with having a gay roommate.

Tina never once pressured me or insisted that I, like all women who claimed to be straight, had ‘latent’ gay sensibilities. This was the gospel I heard often from more militantly gay women on campus who had difficulty accepting that any woman was straight. They insisted that, deep down, all seemingly ‘straight’ women harbored a latent and very real homosexuality. Nor did Tina ever urge me to at least try bi sex, or anything like that. So in spite of our different sexual orientations we became really close as roommates and as friends, freely confiding in each other about all our feelings and concerns and problems. And even though Tina hung out with a primarily lesbian crowd on our all-female campus I was never excluded. In fact I was often the one straight woman hanging out with a bunch of gays. Some of them would tease me and ask me when I was going to join their ‘club,’ and I used to tease them back and vividly describe the cock of the guy who had fucked me the previous night as they turned up their noses in exaggerated disgust. But all of this was in good fun. Now Tina was living with her lover, Marge. In the few weeks I had been in Denver Tina and I had once again become very close, reigniting the trust and intimacy we had always felt with one another in college. I had met her lover Marge once when the three of us went out, but this would be the first time I’d be visiting them over at their place. We were just finishing up having dinner and had polished off a bottle of an excellent Burgundy. Tina was in a frisky mood as was I, partly as a result of all the vino we were consuming, and pretty soon Tina and I were gossiping and filling each other in on the sex lives of our old friends from college. Marge listened avidly as Tina and I offered up gossipy tidbits to each other. Marge had grown up on a ranch in Wyoming, and dropped out of high school, so the hi-jinx of New England college students were quite exotic to her.

“It’s amazing how many of them are gay, isn’t it?” I said, remarking on the girls who lived in our old dorm.

“See what I mean, Becky?” Tina said. “There must be something to it, huh? You were always so adamant about how you had chosen the straight and narrow path. Have you ever strayed from that path?”

“No I haven’t,” I said truthfully.

“Not even once? Not even just to try it and see what it was like?” Marge asked, evidently finding it hard to believe that another woman could resist at least once tasting of the forbidden fruit of Lesbos.

“Not even once,” I reaffirmed. “See, Marge,” Tina said, turning to her lover. “I told you.”

“Well,” Marge persisted. “Once in your life you should at least try it. Who knows? You might like it.”

Marge was evidently one of those who believed it was unnatural to fail to address what she felt was a natural and inevitable inclination to have a latent attraction to the same sex.

“Leave her alone, Marge, Becky’s a married woman,” Tina said, sipping from her wine glass.

“So I heard,” Marge said. “Though I understand the marital bed hasn’t been exactly thrilling as of late.”

“Marge!” Tina admonished.

“It’s okay,” I said, drinking some more wine. I had confessed to Tina that sex with my husband had taken a turn for the worse recently and I expected she would share this detail with her lover.

“Actually, didn’t you ever just think about it, just a little?” Tina asked with a sly smile, evidently emboldened by Marge’s more brazen probing.

She poured me another glass of wine.

“Sure I’ve thought about it now and then, and I used to think about it back in college too. I even told you that then,” I said. “But it just isn’t in my nature. I just happen to be straight. Just the way you two happen to be gay.”

Marge shook her head skeptically, smiling at me wryly. I knew that expression. Confirmed lesbians, I had found, find it impossible to believe that any woman could be devoid of urges, or at least curiosity, regarding girl-girl sex.

“Did you ever watch two women make it?” Marge now asked. “Did Tina ever let you stay and watch her go down on one of her girlfriends when you two were back in school? You know, Tina can be quite the sex freak, she just loves to show off her enthusiasm sometimes.”

Tina blushed, slapping her lover playfully.

“No, Tina was a bit more shy back then. And I never did watch her, or any other girl or woman have sex, for that matter,” I said.

“Well perhaps you’d like to watch us tonight?” Marge said, looking at me with a clear, determined gaze.

“Marge!” Tina said, blushing slightly.

I was speechless.

“Well, would you?” Marge persisted.

“Wait a minute, you’re actually suggesting that I watch the two of you get it on?” I said to Marge, stunned.

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting,” Marge said.

“Well what about Tina, how’d she feel about that?”

Tina lowered her eyes a little nervously, not saying anything.

“Oh Tina will love it,” Marge said boldly. “We even talked about it a little before you came over, how maybe we’d have you as an appreciative audience for a round of our lovemaking before the evening was over.”

“Marge, you’re incorrigible!” Tina said, feigning protest.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just feeling horny. Or maybe it was the frustration I was feeling about the virtually nonexistent sex life I had with my husband. But all I knew was that Marge’s suggestion that I watch her and Tina make love suddenly seemed very provocative and appealing to me.

“Sure, I’ll watch you two sluts get it on,” I said, stunned at my own audacity. “Why the hell not!”

Bringing wine glasses to our lips, the three of us laughed lustily. Marge stood up and took my hand, leading me to their bedroom, with Tina following. My heart was racing as I realized that the intimacy of my friendship with Tina was about to take a new turn. Back in college there had been more than one opportunity for me to remain in our room when Tina was about to make it with one of her many lovers. But though I had been a touch curious once or twice, discretion always won out, and I’d tip-toe out of the room when I sensed that the erotic tempo was about to pick up. Tina was always very sexual and often invited other women to her room for long, often all-night, rounds of very lively lovemaking. So I found myself tip-toeing out discreetly on quite a few occasions. Now, finally, after all these years, it appeared as though I was finally going to get to witness what I could easily have witnessed back then, but chose not to. Tina and Marge began to undress each other while I sat back in a chair and watched, a tad apprehensive about what I was about to get into with the two of them here. But the apprehension was easily outweighed by anticipation and excited curiosity

Tina reached over and unzipped Marge’s jeans, pulling them down over Marge’s smooth, muscular thighs. Then she slowly removed one sock at a time, revealing Marge’s pretty, shapely feet, all the while staring over at me while she was doing this. Tina had a rapt, aroused glint in her eyes as she eyed me while undressing her girlfriend. Marge, too, looked my way, a rather carnal, almost lewd, gleam in her eye. Her jeans now off, I could see Marge was wearing a pair of plain white cotton briefs, cut low at the waist so that much of her taut, athletic stomach was revealed. Now Marge herself unbuttoned her denim shirt and flung it aside. As I already knew, she was wearing no bra. Earlier I had noticed the clear, sharp outline of Marge’s nipple even under the thick cloth of her sweatshirt. Marge was a tall, willowy blonde of Norwegian extraction with sun-bleached hair and pale blue eyes. She was very fit and had an exceptionally well-toned body, with a slender waist, narrow hips, big shoulders and, as I could see now, very modest breasts topped by stiff, perky nipples. Now, clad only in her panties, Marge began to help Tina undress. She got behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Tina and I had been roommates so, naturally, I had seen her naked many times and was familiar with the details of her body. Like Marge, Tina wore no bra. But unlike her she had big breasts and they were still as firm and springy as they had been in college where I had last laid my eyes on them four years ago. The two of them turned towards me, holding hands, asking me with that look in their eyes to luxuriate in this panorama of their two lovely and nearly naked bodies. They were quite a contrast, Marge the big blonde, and Tina the petite brunette. Everyone always thought Tina had a fabulous body, a body which had grown no less fabulous over the four years since I had last laid eyes on it.

“Like what you see?” Marge cooed sexily.

“It’s a pretty enough sight,” I said.

Now they began to pull down their panties and of course my eyes couldn’t help riveting on what was now revealed. I should have been alerted by Marge’s thick blonde eyebrows. For now I could see that Marge, like myself, had a thick and luxuriant bush of golden curls covering her pubic. Fully naked now, they stood proudly before me, again holding hands. I couldn’t believe I was about to watch the two of them make love! Now Marge gently pushed Tina down on the bed, falling alongside her. They began to caress each other, cuddling and hugging, their mouths opening in a breathy, passionate kiss, eyes darting in my direction. I was so overwhelmed and mesmerized by the sight of their intimacy that I couldn’t even blink. They moaned softly as their hands traveled tenderly, intimately over the familiar contours of each others’ bodies. Then Marge glanced over at me and smiled.

“Look!” she said to Tina, who turned towards me. “Becky’s got her hand between her legs!”

It’s true, I did. And I hadn’t even realized it. As I was watching them, I had unconsciously slid my hand over the denim of my jeans to the region of my crotch. I could feel myself quickly becoming warm and moist down below.

“Don’t sit way over there,” Tina said. “Why don’t you at least come up on the bed and join us?”

I hesitated a moment. Watching them from where I was sitting was one thing, joining them on the bed was a very definite step in a much more intimate direction. But I did join them. And with very little hesitation too. In fact, by this point I absolutely longed to be right by their sides as they began to make love! At first I sat down next to them rather nervously. It felt strange to be so close to their naked bodies as they continued to caress one another. Though I was having my troubles in the sex department with Matt, I had always been faithful and never once seriously considered cheating on him during the three years of our marriage. Of course getting on the bed right next to two naked women who were about to have sex wasn’t what you could really call `cheating,’ but, nonetheless, it was heading into awkward territory.

Now, looking straight into my eyes, Marge lowered her face to one of Tina’s breasts and started sucking on a nipple, a nipple which had quickly become erect with excitement.

“Maybe you’d like to suck the other one, huh Becky?” Marge said softly, turning to me.

“I don’t think so,” I said with a little nervous laugh. “You’re forgetting I’m a married woman.”

“Yeah, but… so what,” Marge said, mesmerizing me with her searing, insistent gaze. “It’s not like you’d be doing something with another man, is it? It’s not really cheating. C’mon, won’t you? I’d really like to see you do that. To kiss and lick and suck on Tina’s nipple, and I’m sure Tina would love to feel your lips on her sensitive breasts.”

“Oh I don’t know. I’ve just never ever done that kind of thing. I mean not only haven’t I ever done it with — uh — a woman. But, like I’ve been saying, I’ve never cheated on Matt. I don’t know if I should start now.”

“Well, from everything Tina’s been saying to me it sure sounds like you’ll be doing that sooner or later. Either, that or you’re just going to remain very frustrated. I you sure you’ve thought about all that. C’mon. Here’s your chance. You can really break some serious ice tonight.”

“Yeah,” Tina purred, looking at me with a softer gaze. “I’d really like it. I’d really like to feel your lips on my nipple. I wanted that back then, and I want it now.”

I realized that they had effectively seduced me. Here I was on their bed with them, being asked to bring my lips down to one of their breasts. And the truth of it was that I felt absolutely desperate to do just what they asked. And so I took a deep breath… and succumbed to their seductive entreaties. Succumbed to their electric, feminine allure… succumbed to the temptations of infidelity I brought my mouth down to Tina’s breast, ready to get sexually intimate with a woman for the first time in my life. Tina’s big, beautiful breasts were topped with dark, sharply contoured nipples. Marge now again took one of those nipples between her lips, gazing at me with her liquid blue eyes as she waited for me to do the same. And so I took Tina’s other nipple in my mouth as Marge and I gazed into each others’ eyes. I brought my hand up to Tina’s firm breast, cupping it while I sucked her.

“That feels so nice, Becky,” Tina moaned softly, tenderly running her fingers through my hair.

“See, it’s not so bad,” Marge teased as she took hold of one of my hands and gently brought it down over the warm, smooth skin of Tina’s stomach and down to her curly pubic mound. Then she moved her hand away, leaving mine there. I looked up at Tina, knowing I was blushing as I rested my hand on her pubic bush while I licked and sucked her breast. Partly it was the blush of slight embarrassment. But primarily it was the blush of excitement and arousal. My curious fingers now began searching, running over the folds of her warm and thoroughly moist vulva, finding the slit and sliding a finger inside her vagina. I could barely believe that I was doing this, actually fingering another woman’s cunt! I had shared a dorm room with Tina for over three years and never once had I even come close to being intimate with her. Now, four years later, here I was digging my fingers into her pussy! I explored Tina’s warm, tight interior with my fingers, then pulled those fingers out and fondled every nook and cranny of her exterior, running a fingertip over her hard, pronounced clit.

“Look at you, Becky. You’re touching me, you’re actually touching me down there!” Tina said excitedly. “It feels so damned good too!”

“Oh, I’m sure she’s had plenty of practice on herself!” Marge cackled lustfully.

“Yeah,” Tina giggled, as she lustily ground her public mound against my probing fingers, “You should have seen Becky back in college. I’d come back to the dorm room late and always catch her playing with herself, under her quilt and rubbing away like crazy. Remember how embarrassed you’d get when I’d catch you doing that?”

I sure did remember! I had been and still was a chronic masturbator, and even though I had never touched another woman’s pussy until now, it somehow felt perfectly natural for me to be doing that. Having had many, many years of active practice on myself, my fingers knew exactly what to do. Suddenly Marge and Tina changed positions, getting on either side of me and pressing up against my body. To feel their warm naked bodies against me was electrifying even though I, myself, was still fully dressed.

“Something tells me Becky is going to join the club tonight,” Marge said as she and Tina started to unbutton my shirt and unzip my jeans.

“Something tells me you’re right,” I said, finally acknowledging it. Marge had unzipped my jeans and was pulling them off. Tina already had my shirt off and was reaching back to unsnap my bra, just as Marge was pulling down my panties. I was naked now, naked between the warm bodies of these two naked women!

“Nice body!” Marge said, pulling back to have an overview. I do pride myself on having a rather nice figure. I’ve been a dancer for many years, and I have a dancer’s body. Slim but very toned and with what I think are graceful movements. Tina came close and pressed her lips against mine. My mouth opened and our tongues entwined in a hot, passionate kiss. Meanwhile Marge brought her face down to my breasts and began to suck on one of my nipples. Soon Tina joined her, each squeezing a breast and softly chewing on a nipple.

“Back in the dorm I used to stare at these tits and drool, wanting to get close to them like this. And now look!” she said, breaking off for a moment. I felt hands slowly gliding down my stomach as I instinctively opened my legs. Soon I felt fingers tenderly fondling my pussy, both Tina’s and Marge’s.

“God! You are really wet!” Marge said.

I was wet. I was soaked, in fact. I had been from the moment I walked into their bedroom. Now Tina slid down the bed and brought her face between my legs. A moment later I felt her warm slippery tongue expertly working its way over the surface of my pussy. I’ve always loved getting head, though most guys never do it quite right. But Tina knew just what to do. It was true, I suppose, that no one could know a woman sexually like another woman. As Tina licked my cunt, Marge straddled my face and slowly lowered her pussy down to my mouth. Now I stared up at her vividly exposed vulva, only inches from my face. It was such a pretty little pussy too, sharply etched and vivid, and resting in a thick, rich bush of pubic hairs that looked like curls of spun gold. And its sweet aroma intoxicated me. I could feel the hot, smooth skin of her thighs brush against my cheeks as she lowered herself. This was the moment of truth. I was being offered a woman’s cunt to devour. And devour it is what I desperately sought to do as my tongue reached out for her tender young vulva, the first I had ever licked! Now, with deeply aroused eagerness, I licked it, licked it while Tina licked me. Pretty soon I could hear Marge groaning and her pussy throbbing against my lips.

“Oh my God!” I heard her wail suddenly, as she desperately pressed her aroused flesh against my excited, probing tongue, her bottom quivering as pangs of pleasure began to overtake her.

“Yes!” she screeched, nearly smothering me as her pussy fused with my eager, greedy tongue. I knew she had climaxed. And it was me who had made her climax! That thought, along with the sublime sensations Tina’s tongue was providing, took me right to the blissful edge! I ran my fingers through Tina’s hair, pressing her head firmly against me, drunk with the need for her profoundly arousing oral caresses. And then I felt it. That searing, burning arrow of pleasure. And yet it was different, like no orgasm I had ever experienced before. There was something about Tina’s finesse, the rhythm of her caresses that brought me to a unique and excruciatingly intense pinnacle of pleasure.

“That was really something!” I said, coming off my high, my body still shaking and covered in sweat.

And then I just collapsed, satiated.

“Don’t get too comfy yet,” Marge said to me. “We still have some work to do, you and I. I know Tina. If she doesn’t get off soon she’ll turn into such a crank, the orgasm queen.”

“Oh you’re so terrible, Marge!” Tina said, slapping her playfully.

“But it’s true, isn’t it? You’re such a grouch if you don’t get off while everybody else does. She needs to off at least once a day, preferably twice or three times. Damn, Becky, your horny old roommate sure keeps me busy day and night!”

Tina looked at me with a sassy gleam to her eyes.

“I guess I do have my needs,” she said.

“And I know just what they are, so turn over, okay?” Marge asked her lover. I wondered why she wanted Tina to turn over. I thought the idea was to get her off. But when I looked down at Tina’s pretty ass I knew that Marge wanted me to appreciate this lovely sight before we did anything else! I had always thought Tina had such a perfect bottom and it certainly hadn’t changed any for the worse over the past four years. It was end of summer and Tina had told me she and Marge liked to sunbathe in the buff up at a secluded mountain lake in the Rockies. So, consequently, Tina’s butt was now colored a deep tan. The skin of her buttocks was smooth as silk. Tina was very slender and, like Marge, had narrow hips. But her firm, springy buns stuck out beautifully.

“Tell me that isn’t a true work of art,” Marge said, pointing to her lover’s spectacularly bronzed buttocks.

As I stared at those buns Tina wiggled them in my face, turning back with a sexy little smile.

“Becky?” Tina purred. “Will you rub some lotion over my butt. I remember how you used to give the greatest massages and somehow I now feel like a massage back there.”

Tina used to appreciate my skillful massages back in college, though back then I avoided massaging her buttocks and other frankly sexual and `private’ parts of her body. Marge handed me a bottle of scented massage oil and I squeezed some out over Tina’s buns, rubbing it in. I just loved having my hands all over Tina’s firm, oiled ass. And from the way she was moving that bottom of hers I could sense that she was really appreciating the attention.

“Spread her open now,” Marge told me.

“Spread her open?” I said a little dumbly.

“Yeah, spread her open. Spread her buns apart and let’s take a look at what she’s hiding down there.”

And so I did, exposing the crinkled rosette of Tina’s anus. She arched her neck to stare back at me, perfectly aware of what an intimate moment this was. Here Tina lay on her belly, vulnerable and exposed, as I held open her buttocks with Marge and I both staring down into the crack to gaze at her asshole.

“Tina just loves showing off her pretty little sphincter to sluts like us,” Marge said. “Don’t you, Tina?”

“Oh Marge! You’re so awful!” Tina said, laughing as she pushed out her bottom. This had the effect of even more brazenly exposing her pretty, puckered anus to our view. It looked like a little rosy jewel hidden between those golden globes.

“Uh huh, spread her wide open!” Marge told me. I did, as Marge now pushed back gently on the back of my neck, urging me to bring my mouth down to Tina’s crack.

“Doesn’t it just look so appetizing?” Marge purred huskily. I knew exactly what I was being urged to do. I’m very oral and sometimes when I went down on a guy if I was really turned on by him, that is — I usually spend a little time licking his ass. Most guys like that a lot, and I’ve always really liked doing it to them. My husband used to love it when I did that to him, but for the past year he could’ve cared less.

“Lick it, let’s see you lick it!” Marge hissed. I was still in a little bit of shock. When this evening had begun I sure didn’t expect, before the evening was over, to be licking my old college roommate’s asshole! Now I slowly lowered my face to her crack. Then I took a deep breath as I tentatively flickered my tongue against the rubbery surface of Tina’s anus. She groaned, pushing her sphincter against the flickers of my teasing tongue. I began to lick her asshole in earnest now, running my wet tongue over every little hill and valley of her anal cleft. This was different from licking a guy’s ass, and somehow more appealing. There weren’t those balls hanging right below. And unlike guys, Tina was hairless down there, just the rubbery rosette of her anus and the smooth, silky skin of her buttocks adjoining it.

“Feels good, huh Tina?” Marge said to her lover. “Bet you never thought your old roommate would be eating your asshole.”

I used to date a guy who loved having his ass licked more than just about anything else. And there was something I used to do to him that just made him go crazy. So now I did the same thing to Tina. I rolled up my tongue and dug it up her anal passage, sort of stabbing her with it.

“That’s it, Becky! Stick it that tongue in there,” Marge urged, pressing my head down firmly as I probed Tina’s anal passage with my hot, slippery tongue. After leisurely tending to her behind like this while she luxuriated in the exotic pleasure, Tina turned around, breathing deeply, a lascivious smile on her face.

“What about my pussy? When are you two going to take care of that?” she cooed sexily.

“All in good time, all in good time,” Marge said to her lover as I just kept lapping away with my tongue. I was so turned tending to Tina’s bottom and hearing all this obscene talk that my own pussy was as wet as a dishrag and I had to bring a finger down there to relieve myself. I could have feasted on Tina’s tasty bottom all night, but finally Marge had me stop and told her girlfriend to roll over. I pulled back from Tina and we looked at each other, our eyes meeting in a deep, searching gaze. I marveled again how for all those years in college Tina had been my roommate and I hadn’t even touched her. Now here I was, just having devoured her tasty little asshole, and about to feast on her pussy. Tina spread her legs wide and wagged a finger at me, pointing down to her pussy with her other hand. I never knew Tina could be quite so lewd and sassy.

“Now my pussy needs that hot tongue of yours, Becky,” she meowed. Marge now settled back into a chair to watch, excitedly rubbing her own cunt as I lowered my face to her lover’s. I really concentrated on Tina’s pussy now. Before, Tina was eating mine while I licked Marge’s, so between what I was doing to Marge and the pleasure Tina was giving me, I was a little unfocused. Sort of like what happens when you do ‘69′ with a guy. It’s great. But it’s different than just concentrating on the sensations of being licked, or focusing just on licking (or, in my case until now, on sucking) someone else. I actually prefer that one-at-a-time sort of oral lovemaking to simultaneous reciprocity. So now I dug in to devour Tina’s cunt. After all our hot sex, after all the anal play, Tina was sopping wet down there. Her thighs were all sticky from her own juices and her thick pubic bush was a tangle of damp curls. I dug into that bush now, sliding my tongue up and down her creamy slit as she wailed and cried out.

“Stick a finger up her ass, she loves that when she’s getting head,” Marge hissed, obviously enjoying the role of helping to orchestrate what I was doing to her girlfriend. I brought a finger down to her anus, already slick with my saliva from all the licking, and slid it up into her rectum. it went in smooth as butter as she cried out, feeling the new sensation. She was holding on to me, her fingernails even digging into my skin, she was so hot! Suddenly I could sense Tina’s whole body beginning to tremble as the clit I was licking seemed to become even harder and larger. I knew Tina was close. And then it came. First a soft moaning, followed by a deep, carnal groan, then out and out howling and shrieking, her whole body shaking, Tina pressing my face against her so tightly I almost suffocated. I remember Tina telling me in college how she had really strong orgasms when she had sex. And now I guess I was finding that out for myself, just having brought her to one!

“Oh God! I’ve just been to heaven!” Tina shrieked. “A hot tongue on my pussy, a finger up my ass! What more can a horny dyke want!”

“This. She can want this!” Marge said, suddenly reaching into a drawer and pulling out what I immediately could see was a big strap-on dildo.

I actually own a dildo myself which I sometimes like to use when masturbating, but this one was a strap-on model. I had seen them before. I once even wanted to get one so I could fuck an old boyfriend up the ass. But he had nixed that idea the moment I mentioned the fantasy of doing that to him.

“Here, Becky,” Marge said, handing me the dildo. “I think dear Tina needs to get fucked now. She swears she’s always been a dyke, but she sure loves big, rubber cocks.”

I strapped on the dildo now as Tina looked on, mesmerized.

“You’re going to screw me, Becky, aren’t you? You’re actually going to screw the shit out of me?” she shrieked. “I can hardly fuckin’ believe it!”

I got down between her legs and even though I had never done this kind of thing before, I felt like a natural born fucker, spreading those legs wide apart and coming in between them, plunging my rubber cock inside her and fucking her with deep, smooth strokes.

“Fuck me!” she pleaded.

“Yeah, fuck her,” Marge urged. “Give it to her!”

I always knew Tina was a sexual woman, but I hadn’t realized just how wild she was, almost out of control, shrieking and crying and shaking uninhibitedly as I screwed her. As I plunged inside, fucking her with the deep strokes of a smooth, steady rhythm, I could feel Marge’s hands on my ass, spreading open my buttocks. And then I felt her hot tongue digging into my asshole as I continued to fuck her lover. Now Tina reached around with her hands to hold open my buttocks as her girlfriend continued to lap away at my asshole.

“She’s licking you back there, isn’t she?” Tina gasped, peering into my eyes, a look of demented lust contorting her face. “She’s licking your ass while you’re fucking me.”

“Yes she is,” I said calmly, all hesitance and anxiety having utterly vanished by now as I felt totally in command, fucking the daylights out of my dear old friend Tina while her lover greedily devoured my ass!

Two hours later and after several more rounds of utterly uninhibited lovemaking, we were getting dressed, radiant smiles on our faces accompanying the luscious afterglow of deeply felt pleasures.

At the door a little later, getting ready to leave, I kissed them both.

“So long and drive safely,” Marge said sweetly. “We’ll have to do this again. And soon, too.”

“For sure,” I said, “and will you two promise to do something for me next time?”

“What’s that?” Tina asked, curious.

“I want one, or preferably, both of you to strap on that big old thing and fuck the living daylights out of me!

“We promise!” they said in unison, eyes blazing with anticipation.

Hello!! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not??? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. As you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek, 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here…

The story below is true it happened to me about 6 months ago. I’m a sales consultant for an international cosmetic company which takes me all over the state. As you can guess I don’t have a lot of time to do housework so I employ a young girl to come in once a week to do the cleaning, washing & ironing. Her name is Chantelle Williams and she’s a 19-year-old brunette and has a very trim body. She took the job to help pay for her university studies. It was Wednesday and I was to due to go up to the Central Coast to make some calls. As usual Chantelle turned up at 8.00am to start her cleaning, I said to her that I was going up the coast today and might be late home. I gave her the agreed $100.00 and told her to lock up when she left. The traffic was a nightmare I’d been going for 1/2 hour and was just about to enter the freeway when I heard on the radio that there had been a 8 car accident on the freeway and it would be closed for the next 2 hours. This was no good to me so I decided to turn around and go home to ring my customers and reschedule for another day. This also gave me some time to catch up on some paperwork that I had been neglecting.

I parked the car and went up to the front door to let myself in, I heard the radio was turned on and up a little louder than I would have liked. As I entered the house, I noticed the vacuum cleaner in the lounge and Chantelle no where to bee seen. I went to go find her to tell her I would be working from home today. As I approached my bedroom I saw Chantelle’s reflection in the mirrored wardrobe, she was standing there caressing her body dressed in MY dark blue satin panties and matching bra. She obviously didn’t here me come in as she was now starting to pull the front of MY panties up the crack her pussy and mumbling something, then she let go of them and slid her hand into MY panties and started to finger herself. I could not believe what I was seeing, here was this beautiful young girl I pay $100.00 a week to come in and clean my house and now she was standing in my bedroom dressed in MY underwear masturbating her self. None the less, this site was turning me on and I started to feel a little wet patch forming in my panties. I decided to see how far this situation would go so I entered the bedroom.

Chantelle didn’t see me come in as she had her eyes closed concentrating on getting off “Do you like to masturbate in other woman’s underwear Chantelle” I said. Shocked by my voice she opened her eyes and pulled her hand out of MY soaking panties. You could see the tears start to well up in her eyes as she said “I’m sorry Mrs. Taylor I’m sorry I’m sorry”. ” Is this what you do when you come here every week” I said “how would you like it if I put on your underwear and masturbated myself in them” while I was saying this I had picked up Chantelle’s white cotton panties and sports bra and started to undress myself to put them on. By this time Chantelle was standing there watching me with tears running down her face and not realizing she was slowly rubbing her pussy. I was now dancing in front of the mirror pulling her panties up the crack of my pussy doing what she had only minutes before when I said to her ” I wondered why my panties felt a little stiff in the crouch now I know why, I thought it was because you used too much starch in the washing “. I was extremely turned on by now and decided to push ahead with situation in hand (no pun intended).

I walked up behind her and turned her to face the mirror. My underwear fitted her pretty good except her “c” cup tits had trouble filling my “d ” cup bra but the panties were a perfect fit. I whispered in her ear ” let’s see how much starch we can put in these panties” as I slid my hand down her stomach and into her panties. “What do you think you’re doing Mrs. Taylor”, “If you want to keep your job do as you are told” I said as I started to finger her pussy. She started to protest again but as I started to rub her clit her protest turned into moans of pleasure “No woman has ever done this to me before keep going keep going” she said. I myself had never done this to any woman before but I liked it and wanted more. I started to rub my aching clit on her ass cheeks as she leaned into me and started to pant hard. “Make me cum Mrs. Taylor pleassse” she said. I said to her “After you cum darling I want you to wash my panties clean with your piss like I’m doing to yours right now”. Her body stiffened a little in shock I don’t think she believed me so she slid her hand around her back and up my thigh and realized that I actually was pissing in HER panties and it was running down my leg into my high heels. This I think pushed her over the edge as her legs parted as wide as they would go. I had to push my leg between hers to keep her from falling on the floor, all the time pulling hard on her clit. Then she screamed “I’m cumming Mrs. Taylor I’m cumming I’m cumming” And cum she did. I couldn’t believe how much cum this girl had. She was rubbing her pussy up and down my thigh screaming in ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided my thigh started to fell all warm and wet when I realized she was pissing in MY panties as I told her to do earlier. I was still rubbing her clit at this stage so I slid my hand down to let her piss flow through my fingers. It was the most erotic thing that I (and I’m sure Chantelle) had ever done.

When Chantelle had finished she stood up and turned around to face me. She had this evil sexy look in her eyes now and leaned forward and gave me a huge tongue kiss and said, ” Now let me help you starch MY panties”, and she slid her soft little hand down the front of Her panties. I told her “let me finish washing them first and then you can dry and starch them with your mouth” as I let go the rest of my piss into her waiting hand. We spent the rest of the day going through MY entire underwear, washing and starching as much as we could. Chantelle told me that she had been masturbating in MY panties since she started cleaning for me, as she didn’t have any sexy one’s of her own, and loved the feeling of the soft sexy material next to her skin. She said sometimes she would cum in MY panties and just put them back in the draw without washing them. That was 6 months ago and Chantelle now comes twice a week, once on Wednesdays to clean the house & wash and starch my underwear and again on Saturdays so I can wash and starch hers. In the last month, we have started to recycle all the washing liquid if you get my drift. (PS I’ve also increased her weekly wage to $150.00 for all the good work that she does).

Hi, My name is Jeetendra, I am from Indore, M.P. and I am 30 years of age and married since last two years. To get my ID please read this story and at the end you will find my e-mail ID. Today I am narrating my own real true story. The incident I am going to narrate happened on the 25th November 2006. It was around midnight when me and my sis in law (Saali) Nishi (Not her real name) came over for winter vacation to stay with us. She was in her final year of M.B.A. from symbiosis, Pune. My sis in law, who is 20, is really very sexy with large boobs always very tight. The very fact that they don’t move when she walks/runs etc. Turns me on. She wore dresses that never revealed any part of her body which made me more curious you guys know it how it feels when you want to touch them and cant even see them. She had a huge round ass. In all she was really beautiful and stunning, and was an attraction of her college.

That night, she wore a salwar Kurta with a loose neck. So as the conversation continued, but in between her sister (my wife) left the room and said good night and went to our bedroom to sleep. After about 30 minutes I got up to check that if she has slept or not she was in deep sleep. It was around 12:30 midnight, I got a bit horny and I put my head on her shoulder and just turned to my right. My lips were almost touching her neck, with all the courage I kissed her on the neck. First time…I think, she did not notice. The second time I heard a small aah. I knew she wanted it. But as I kissed her further up almost near her cheeks she felt uncomfortable and said oh. nehi jiju please don’t then I just got up and sat next to. Then we further spoke for a while and this time I had my hand round her shoulder and the other hand in her hand. I then slid my hand into her Kurta and now I could feel her strap of the bra. Her other hand held me tightly she was saying no..plz, without trying to really stop me, but I was not to listen.

My hand went into the strap of her Bra and she moaned in pain…she looked at me with her eyes half closed. Then I removed my hands and placed them on her cheeks and the very fact that I was not about to kiss a girl for the first time on her rosy lips but even then it made me nervous. I kissed her on the lips with a lot of tongue in it. She loved it and asked for more then along with kissing her, I moved my hands on her breasts from outside it was out of this world experience. Then I started to unzip her Kurta once I was done I was near the reality her SEXY boobs. MAN they were great in a BRA imagine without them she was enjoying like hell and me too. I just bit her breasts on the bra, I slowly moved my hand over and then got to her tits…they were erect. Then I slowly moved my hands over her perfect 26 waist and held her tightly close to me. The girl who was so sexy was all mine today.

I pressed my hands on her waist and kissed her on her lips for a long while. Then I slowly moved my hand to her shalwar and unfastened them. I got them out and threw it away. Now she was in front of me in just a Black bra and Black panty and she was trying to hide the exposed private parts of her body by hands and her eyes were closed. I went to her and hugged her quite tightly and unhooked her bra. When I slowly started removing the Bra away I was near to heaven the most perfect breasts are there in front of me she too hold me tightly and uttered in my ear iju please mat karo mujhe dar lag raha hai, but I told her not to worry as I will take full care of her not to worry about pregnancy as I’ll discharge outside listening this she seemed a bit relaxed, then she again told me jiju didi jaag gai to. I told her that I had mixed some sleeping pills in her milk glass and she wont wake up before 7-8 hours of sleep though I lied to her because I did not gave my wife any sleeping pills but at that time my intention was to relax her and let her b free of all tensions and enjoy the game then I pull her in my hands and my lips were on her breasts and carried her to the bed. I then asked her to suck my dick to which she first said no, not at all but after insisting she reluctantly agreed {I just love to lick the pussy of a girl, if she too love it licked. I can’t do it if she don’t like it, and I really feels like in heaven if a girl sucks me, I like it too much.

As her mouth got closer to me I was very excited. She first only kissed mine. I asked her to get it into her she hesitated, then I forced my dick into her mouth. She started licking it. It almost came out. When I took out my dick from her mouth she wanted to do it more so she held my dick in her hand pulled me towards her and started licking it. I pulled it out and with her lying down I spread her legs apart and saw hers…man it was closed. She was a virgin… a virgin with a lot of sex appeal. As I touched it with my fingered she started uttering ugh… ugh I ask her shall I kiss you here. She said “mujhe nahi pata” then I said accha mein kiss kar raha hoon agar accha nahi lage to please mujhe bata dena, she didn’t uttered anything but as soon as I my tongue touched her pussy lips she moaned loudly aaaahhhhhh then I slowly stared moving my tongue on her pussy lips and on her clit too I lick, suck and even bite there in the meanwhile I asked her how is she feeling. She just said uuunh I asked again is it good? She replied hhmm (haan yes) I started licking and sucking her vigorously. After about ten minutes of licking her pussy I got up. I slowly put my dick into hers and started moving myself a virgin was about to get her pussy torn up her shouts of ugh ugh increased and I wanted to get it in as sexily as possible. I then came out half way after about 5-6 minutes of small jerks and her screaming also goes down she was now relaxed and has started enjoying and asked for more.

I then gave her a big jerk and I was into hers to the fullest she screamed loudly oooohhhh aahhhhh but since I was knowing this I just pressed her mouth by my one hand and the started kissing her lips passionately and also sucking her nipples badly. This gave her relief ..I also noticed that there was a little spotting (blood patch) on the bed. Since her virginity was broken but I didn’t let her know. Then I slowly started jerking her and she was moaning louder but also taking that her sister was sleeping in the next room she then started wooing me first she started touching me all over with her breasts and then she started kissing me all over then sucking my lips and nipples slowly she then ask me to take my tool out. As I took it out she turned and put her round ass in front of my penis. I could hardly resist that and continued from where I left off she was now in a doggy style I dug my dick into her pussy and then I moved graciously enough and when I felt that I am about to cum I took my organ out (as promised) and spurt loads and loads of cum on her back…then I asked her to suck it dry. By seeing few droplets of cum on the tip she tried to wipe it by cloth but I stopped her and requested her to taste those few drops…she again reluctantly took the tip in mouth and suck it dry.

Then she went to the toilet and when she was cleaning her back I also helped her cleaning and kissed her on lips and forehead. First words she said that Jiju I love you I cant live without you I said I love you to. It was an experience, which everybody should go through. A girl who never even revealed any part of her body was today mine all mine and gone to PUNE and we can’t have any chance again till today. I have no close friend, and I know to keep the secrets in the depth of my heart. Any girl/women specially from Indore, M.P. can contact me on [email protected]. Any response from you gals N ladies would be greatly appreciated.