My pussy was aching the day I got your letter. The sound of your words hit my soul and caused my heart to breathe for the thought of you here. Imagine me with my tits brushed against your back and letting my hair fall on your waist as I unzipped your jeans and let out your massive cock into my waiting hands. I loved the feel of your apple as we both called your balls and biting into them with my teeth whenever you commanded. Slowly circling your cock in my hand while you pushed me down on the floor because you wanted your cum tease in my awaiting mouth. It was one of those things that attracted to me at first. I remember our meeting at Café De Flore in Paris, the way you looked in my eyes and smiled and how much I wanted to take you there and feel the swirl of your bulging sack in my hands.
I wanted to parade around town with the thought of your cock in my ass as it pulled me apart but it was our first meeting and didn’t want you to think of me badly. But when I came home and felt the gentle kiss of your hand against my hair I knew just the thought of you would keep my juices flowing. It was one of those things that I could not ignore. I remember the caress against my skin as I danced in the moon light to your hand clapping or the significance of how you held my legs in the air and probed my hole with your fingers and how you tasted my juices on your hand. The smile of your caress as you held me in your arms backing into me causing my plum to increase in size and let go. You wanted to taste me then but you had a flight to catch and had to be going. I warmed to the thought of seeing you again and having that cock swirl around my tongue and my legs spread to hit my inner core and womb planting our seed there. I felt your aggression and push as you tore into my hole causing it to dance and wondered on the phone as I talked to you with my fingers lowered to my clit. Would we ever experience Paris again?
My Yearly Dose o’ the Irish
You don’t really need an excuse to go out drinking on St. Paddy’s Day. After all, as they say in that fantastic movie The Boondock Saints, “It’s St. Paddy’s Day! Everyone’s Irish tonight!” Well, I’m not really Irish, but I wanted to make sure that before I went out drinking, I had a little Irish in me.
So I invited a couple of the neighborhood boys, good Irish lads, over for some pre-Paddy’s drinks.
Oh, sure, we had some good Irish whiskey to start things off, but soon I was wanting to taste something else. I told them that I feared the “Irish Inch”, and that I wanted to make sure they had something nice and big for me to feast upon. Both of them proudly whipped out their cocks, and there was nothing for it but I had to measure them, both in girth and length, using only my mouth as the gauge. I swallowed first one, then the other, seeing which one was longer, and which one was stouter. It was a close call, but after much sampling, much measuring, and much tasting, I declared that Ryan was a little bit longer, and Sean was a little bit thicker.
At that point, I told them how I needed to make sure that I had to have some Irish in me so that I could go out drinking tomorrow night. Since Sean was thicker, I asked that he be the first one to plow into me from behind so I could work on deeply sucking Ryan’s longer cock. The boys seemed to enjoy that for a while, and I certainly did, but eventually I had them change positions.
After switching it up a bit, we settled so that I had Ryan fucking my ass and Sean pounding my pussy. I came so hard that I squirted all over everything, soaking them and the sofa we were on. Eventually, they pulled out and came all over my mouth and tits. So I got my dose of Irish for the year from my two big Leprechauns, and I’m all set to go drinking tomorrow!
Loving Lesbian
She came to my office ashamed of the feelings that she could no longer deny. She had a loving husband and the sex was good but she was never aroused by his cock the way she was by the woman in the porno she secretly watched while he was at work. Her pussy would get so fucking wet and the orgasms she had while watching and fantasizing were so much more intense then what she felt when she laid with her husband, Her family was homophobic to say the least and there was no where she could turn. I could see the torment in her eyes from the very first session. She had been coming to my office for a month now. We had discussed hypnosis several times and Friday she finally agreed. My panties filled with cum as soon as she spoke the words. She fell into her hypnotic state easily and everything went well. While under I told her that I would be inviting her for dinner and she would gladly accept and attend with out her husband. I also gave her a key word which when heard would allow her to share all of her lesbian fantasies with me, with out guilt or fear of judgement. After bringing her out of her hypnotic state I politely asked if she would like to join me for dinner and right on cue she responded that she would and asked if she could some alone. I was delighted and another wave of cum filled my panties. My husband, with his small cock, cooked and served a spectacular dinner. Dessert was my hot pussy in her lovely mouth with him watching like a good boy, waiting for permission to squirt the small load that would come from his tiny dick.
Domination Phone Sex with Nancy
A lot of people assume that a nasty slut like me just gives it away to anybody, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Why would I give everything away? I like to make guys like you work for it. Don’t even bother denying it, you like it too. No man wants a girl who will just spread her legs for nothing, before I spread my legs for you or any other man I want to watch you squirm first.
I just love knowing that I control your cock, that I own it. I love knowing that you worship me and that you’re saving all your tasty cum just for me. If anyone is going to swallow a mouthful of your cum it’s going to be me, no one else. I am your goddess and don’t you ever forget it.
























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