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Monday, February 15, 2016

Caught By My Mother-In-law bymingeeter©

OH my god I have just been so humiliated by my 73 year old very strict mother in-law who was an ex magistrate for 20 years.
I had seen her undressed but only over the last year when she had stayed with us her very heavy saggy tits and her very hairy untrimmed bright grey pussy shown accidently to me but no rush to hide that hairy bush from my obvious stare!
She caught me with her dirty panties over my head sniffing and licking away at her extremely sticky and very creamy gusset with very erect cock in my hand wanking over her.
I have been sniffing her dirty panties for the last Twenty Five years, they have always been very conservative cotton full panties, except for her husband's birthdays and Christmas when he(and I) would get a treat to stockings and suspenders and French knickers silky to the touch with lace edging and a cotton gusset.
I was so embarrassed I was sure she was going to tell my wife(her daughter) but luckily for me she wanted to teach me a lesson and use me to gain pleasure. And it has taught me a lesson that even 73 year old widows who have only had sex in the dark with the lights out up until now can be as dirty as young sluts.
So there I was sniffing and licking the very sticky and very creamy gusset of a very straight laced bespectacled ex magistrate who would never even curse let alone show that she is still a real women who gets aroused even at this age, with my very hard cock in my hand masturbating whilst sniffing her dirty cotton panties licking the creamy goo that Barbara had unknowingly deposited for me.
She called me her dirty little panty sniffer who was going to become her dirty little pussy sniffer and taster. She raised her tweed skirt and showed me her stockings and suspenders along with the French knickers that I had sniffed and licked clean on many occasions before. Telling me that I was a sick dirty boy for wanting to taste and smell the slick juices of a 73 year old suppressed slut, the very thought of my nose being stuck in crusty panties made her old pussy slick with her arousal.
She told me she was going to finger herself whilst crouching over my face to get it nice and coated so she could then rub that stinky old cunt over it using my nose to bring herself off. God she could cum very loudly and very wetly.
We was staying with my wife's mum for a week and my wife had gone out with an old school friend for the evening. I had gone upstairs to take a shower and the linen basket was in the bathroom, I know I should not of but the pervert panty sniffer in me got the better of myself and I opened the lid and there in front of me was a pair of my very middle classed 73 year old mother in laws worn panties. I just had to take a sniff and smell a real women's cunt. I could not believe how crispy they were and so smelly, a nice and fragrant clean smell not a dirty smelly sweaty pussy. But still very arousing and very musky, I tentatively licked at the crispy parts and gently nibbled to get little pieces of her dried middle class cunt in my mouth.
This is exactly what I was doing when she caught me.
"You perverted sick dirty boy. I hope you are enjoying my stinky panties." Said Barbara I could not respond I was so embarrassed.
"I knew you was doing something with my worn panties but I could never guess you would be this sick and sniff your wife's mums 73 year old dirty vagina. You wait till I tell her, she will throw you out, you deserve it you sick pathetic little boy."
"Are you getting your kicks from sniffing my panties and masturbating? I noticed they were in a different order in the wash basket but god that is sick, so I laid this little trap for you, can you taste that creamy goodness that is where I masturbated last night rubbing my clit and making them all sticky."
"Do you like the taste and smell of my old vagina I bet you would like to taste it for real wouldn't you?" Well I have a treat for you I got fucked by my Indian neighbour he is only 48 and is not getting any from his wife as she is heavily pregnant he has come inside me and I am going to sit on your face and you are going to eat all his cum and lick my slimy pussy while I rub my vagina on your face. I want you to taste your dirty mother in-laws stinky used pussy you will do as your told I am going to smother your naughty face in dirty cummy sticky juices and you are going to make me orgasm and drink my juices. You are going to pleasure me whenever I desire I am going to enjoy bringing myself of rubbing my dirty pantied covered crotch over your face smothering you with my womanliness.
"I also have a 75 year old friend Heather who has not had sex for 25 years I bet she could get off by rubbing her horny pussy over your face. Now get out and leave me to take a shower you dirty little pervert."
The next morning I got up after my wife had gone out to the shops and went downstairs, Barbara was in the kitchen when she heard me she turned around and scorned at me go into the lounge!
I did as I was told and her best friend Heather was there grinning I walked in and was told to lay on the floor. I did as I was told Heather stood up and walked over to me abusing me calling me a dirty filthy pervert for sniffing and licking Barbara's dirty smelly panties whilst masturbating. She stood astride my head and opened her legs and laughed at me telling me how she had not washed herself for three days since Barbara had told her that I had sniffed her dirty knickers. She told me that the thought of getting my face between her 75 year old thighs was the only thing that had made her moist in Twenty Five years. She could not wait to force me to sniff her old cunt through her knickers.
She slowly lowered herself over my face with Barbara in the background tell Heather to abuse my face with her stinky snatch and get her cum that she so deserved.
I was then surrounded by hot wet smelly undergarments with a 75 year old ordering me to sniff me cunt and to pull her panties to one side to finger her tight cunt and to get my face and nose totally coated in her thick goo that was seeping out. I t did taste and smell.

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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Exposed to the Domme Club byNancyPan©

I highly recommend that you read my story "The Domme Club" prior to reading this one as there is background in that story that I think will make this one more fun. Also, I continue to struggle with the narrow selection of categories. If you have read any of my other work, you will know that this is not just BDSM, but certainly has strong element of fetish, gender, and describes a wife and husband very much in love as they live their kinky lives.
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It was Saturday. Like most Saturdays I was dressed in one of my now several French maid outfits. This one Mistress Monica seemed to especially prefer for me to wear as the pink satin fabric, white lace trim, and short skirt accented by a flouncy white petticoat was so, well, sissy. She had ordered size 10 Ameona forms for me and they filled out the DD cups I was now required to wear around the house. White thigh highs with a lace top and pink two-inch heels completed the look.
When I was cleaning the house while wearing this outfit; there was no use pretending that I had much masculinity left in me. Monica relished highlighting how submissive, feminine, and deferent I had become to her and, I couldn't help myself, I now deferred to all women. Especially in this town I never knew whether a woman I encountered was in the Domme Club and had heard all about me. Not only that, but as I embraced femininity myself I found myself admiring and idolizing women and wishing that I could be all female.
There was one problem that separated me from real women, and my Mistress was in the habit of pointing this out. If I was brought to tears by a movie, commented on a stylish outfit in a women's clothing store window, or she found me paging through Cosmo or Good Housekeeping she was fond of telling me, "You are like a chick with a dick." Then she would laugh and maybe whisper in my ear, "But you will never have a real pussy, my dear, just like you will never have a real man's cock. No wonder you adore my pussy so."
So, as I was saying, it was Saturday. I was dressed in my pink satin maid's uniform and I had just completed my chores for the day when Monica came home from her Domme Club luncheon. "Hi sissy," she said, "Would you like to hear about our meeting? I talked about you with the other ladies."
She loved to humiliate me with such exposure and I had given her plenty of indication that her talking about me to her Domme friends was highly arousing to me. Like she most often did after these meetings when she wanted to tease me, she went to her easy chair in the living room and, once seated, called me to her side. "Up with your skirt and petticoat, down with your panty girdle and panties." For some time now she had been requiring me to wear a panty girdle to hold my tuck securely between my legs when she was away from home. I actually had come to like this as everything was kept in place and out of the way of temptation. Anyway, of course I did as I was told and I stood beside her with my flaccid penis available for her grasp.
She took it in both hands and I immediately began to grow. "That's okay, baby. Let it get hard. This reassures me that you haven't been playing with it while I've been away." No matter how many times I had assumed this position next to her, she seated and me standing, she fully clothed and me fully exposed, the power of the encounter sent me to the edge and I always wanted very much to shoot my load in her hand—although I also knew that would be a very bad idea. "They want to see it, Tom." My penis twitched in her grip affirming that this idea excited me. "They can't believe it is less than four inches erect. None of them have never seen one that small," she said and I thought I might lose control.
"Mistress, would you please take your hand away for a moment. I am afraid that I might squirt," I said.
"Of course, honey," she said as she let go, "That's a good little sissy to tell Mistress so we don't have any messes. So the idea of being on display to the Domme Club excites you, does it?"
"Yes, Mistress, but, um, ahh, it would be so very humiliating."
"And that is what excites you so...you are so easy, sissy."
"May I have permission to jerk off for your amusement, Mistress?" I asked hopefully.
"Absolutely not, although I am pleased to see that the idea of such exposure excites you so."
So that is how the idea was hatched, or at least how it was presented to me. Perhaps Monica had been planning this for some time as a way of deepening my submission. Once she had brought it up I couldn't stop thinking about it. I imagined the group of dominant women examining my cock and I could hear their laughter in my mind. My penis would be the center of attention and the object of ridicule by a group of women. Mistress Monica said little more about it for several days, letting me cook in my own stew. Then she started to drop little hints like how she was planning to host the next meeting at our house or asking me if I thought I would need new panties for her meeting.
As the month wore on I of course could see the date circled on the calendar that hung next to the fridge and the initials DC for Domme Club in red marker prominent on that date. One evening just a few days before the meeting I arrived home from my law office to find Monica resting in her easy chair. "Over here. You know what to do—pants and panties pulled down." She took it in her left hand, "Love the floral print panties, Tom. Very feminine. Hope you are wearing the matching bra." I was.
She continued to hold my swelling penis as she continued, "I have decided that in order to protect the identity of the women in the club I am going to have you wear a leather hood during your display so that you will not be able to see. I have considered having you wear noise-cancelling headphones as well so that you can not identify any of the voices, but I do want you to hear the laughter and the comments." I was now twitching uncontrollably. I had to resist the urge to hump her hand. "I will simply tell those women whose voice you might recognize to be discrete."
She reached into a bag near the chair and pulled out a black leather hood, "I borrowed this from one of the gals. She uses it to punish her husband. Don't worry, she has required him to thoroughly clean it so it is ready for your use." She handed it to me and I placed my hands inside to fill out the mask. There was a bit of a stretch to the material, no openings for eyes, but 2 small holes for nostrils and a larger hole for the mouth. "You will be gagged as well," and she produced a red ball gag and handed it to me. "Don't want to risk your saying something that could get you in trouble," she said as though it would be a favor to me to have me gagged.
She was now stroking me and I fought a powerful urge to squirt. Instead, I asked, "May I have release, Mistress? I beg you to allow me to squirt, please Mistress Monica."
She quickly pulled her hand away, "You will do no such thing. No cummies for sissy until the day of your display. I want you to be able to get erect so that accurate measurements may be taken. It would be so embarrassing for me if you were impotent and could not get hard that day. I already have to deal with the smallest penis in the club." She reached up and stroked my cheek. "You are so sweet. Follow all of the instructions and I may allow you to jerk off in front of my friends after we are done with you."
She picked up a magazine and began leafing through it absent-mindedly, ignoring me standing by her side with my pants and panties around my ankles and my cock twitching and jerking with excitement, now even without being touched, just with the thought of being displayed to her friends as she had planned. Mistress Monica ignored me until my arousal had subsided and I lost my erection. "Now run along and get changed. I want you in only your pink lace bra and panty set this evening and your pink babydoll."
I quickly changed and returned to the living room. Without a word, Mistress pointed towards the kitchen and I knew that she expected that I prepare dinner. It was a good thing that I had spent part of my chore time on Saturday making some meals ahead of time, so before long I was able to bring her a tray with her dinner. Before accepting the tray from me she stood up, hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She pulled them over my head with the intoxicating scent of the gusset positioned just over my nose and she clipped it in place at the back of my head. "I have worn these all day, sissy Tommy. They must be rich with my scent, with the scent of my pussy, with the perfume of my femininity."
I knelt by her side as she ate, the power of her scent intoxicating me. I felt so happy to be serving her so. She took the opportunity to give me more instructions for the meeting of the Domme Club. "I want you to build a little pedestal for you to stand on while my friends are here. I want your penis at about eye level, so since most of them will be wearing heels, let's say that you prepare yourself a little perch that will put your penis at about five and a half feet." I didn't like the sound of this. "And I wouldn't make it too small if I were you. Your hands will be bound behind your back and I don't want you falling off. You will be on display here in the living room, so with the vaulted ceiling you will have plenty of room. You may build a little leaning post onto the perch if you want as the meeting will be about two hours." She continued eating and paging through a magazine, virtually ignoring me kneeling by her side other than giving me these instructions. When she finished she handed me her tray. "You may go into the kitchen and eat your dinner. Then clean up and prepare for me to join you in bed. I want you wearing the chin dildo. I feel like a little ride...and I want to cover your face with the my precious pussy juices."
When I returned to the kitchen I wanted to jerk off in the worst way and I touched myself through my panties for a couple soft strokes—but I knew better than to cum without explicit permission from Mistress Monica. My days of unsupervised masturbation were over. Not only had I promised her that I would not ejaculate without her permission, but in days past when I had naively defied her believing that she would never know, she always somehow did know. She told me that there were many clues to my having been a bad boy including a look of shame on my face that I could not hide when she asked me if I had jerked off. She also could read my arousal and I was quicker to respond the longer she had kept me chaste. So, I quickly ate my dinner as by now I was more interested in tasting her pussy than the meat loaf and mashed potatoes before me. Soon I was in the bedroom where I found the chin dildo, strapped it on, took one look in the bathroom mirror and saw how silly I looked with a silicone cock protruding from my chin, and I assumed my position on the bed.
She liked to keep me waiting and anticipating in this position, laying on my back with my head in the center of the bed and my legs dangling off the side. This time, though, she was in the bedroom shortly after I was in position and she stripped naked; then sat on the side of the bed stroking the dildo and chiding me, "If only you had a cock as large as this one it would be entering me this evening instead of this imitation. And this dildo isn't even that large. It is only six inches. Does it frustrate you, Tom, that your tiny penis is not allowed to enter your Mistress?"
I simply moaned. There was nothing to say. That tiny penis was pushing against the silky nylon of my panties and I could not wait to service her. I think it would be fair to say that I was addicted to the scent of her pussy; and I had come to relish the experience of giving her the powerful orgasms that I had been unable to provide when she had let me fuck her with my penis. She mounted me, slowly lowering her gleaming wet cunt onto the dildo giving me quite an erotic view of her hole as it opened and swallowed the dildo. If only that was my cock, but I knew that I would ejaculate immediately and disappoint her. This was better, more fair to her, and I was proud to be able to satisfy her with my tongue in a way that I could not with my penis. Once she had taken it all the way in her clit glistened above my mouth and my tongue went to work sucking and licking as I inhaled her womanly smells. She rode me slow, she rode me fast, she rode me hard, she rode me soft, all the while chastising me about my inadequate penis and how fun it will be to display me to her Club.
"It will be a delicious humiliation, Tom, for my friends to see your tiny penis. They will laugh at you Tom. But let me remind you that you have brought all of this on yourself. You asked for it Tom. You begged me to dominate you, to humiliate you, to take control of that pathetic penis after I found you with my panties over your head jerking off into my favorite bra. You asked for this, Tom... Ahhhh, Ooooow, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I'm cumming on my sissy's face. I'm cuuummmmming..."
After she dismounted she cuddled up next to me. I knew that it was now okay to take the harness off of my chin. My face was gleaming with the wonderful evidence that I had pleased her. "That was wonderful, Tom. Something you could never do with your penis. You have a very talented tongue, sweetie." She placed a hand on my panties and squeezed my throbbing erection. "After the women see it Saturday, you will be allowed to cum. Now go to sleep, my love, I know you have a big day at the office tomorrow."
There was no more sex and I knew there would not be until after Monica had hosted the meeting of the Domme Club at our house. I had completed a simple platform that I had covered in pink satin that I had gotten at the fabric store. I placed it in the center of the living room just as Mistress Monica instructed. When I stood on the tiny stage the base of my penis would be just about five and a half feet off the floor. The morning of the meeting I was busy cleaning, preparing food, and getting serving dishes out and ready. Since I would be on display during the meeting I would be unable to serve the food—plus my vision would be blocked by the hood I would be wearing. About an hour before the guests were to arrive, Monica summoned me away from the kitchen. "I will finish the rest, Tom. You get in the shower; shave your chest, underarms, and legs. I don't want any stubble. The stockings, flats, bra, and panties I want you to wear are on the bed. We'll keep your little thing covered in nylon and lace until it is time for the unveiling."
By the time the doorbell rang announcing the first arrival I was already on my perch, white lace top thigh highs, white patent leather flats, and a matching white nylon and lace bra and panty set. Mistress did not want me in my breast forms, so the bra had smaller half cups. Mistress said that she wanted me "all natural," whatever that meant. The hood was over my head so I stood in total darkness. I could feel my face flushing to the sound of heels on the wood floor. "This is my husband Tom. He has agreed to show all of us his tiny penis today, isn't that sweet of him?" Two women must have come into together. I heard them laugh and then they seemed to move away as Monica offered her friends a drink. The joke was repeated each time the doorbell rang and soon I could hear snippets of conversation from various points in the room. Some said how they admired how Monica had trained me, some said how lucky I was to have her as most women would not tolerate a husband with such a small penis, Once all the guests had arrived and gotten something to drink Monica called the meeting to order and said that she wanted to start with the unveiling so that my period of exposure would be as long as possible. Suddenly I felt hands on the waistband of my panties and they were yanked to my knees.
Embarrassment seemed to be trumping arousal. It was clear from the comments and giggling that my cock had shriveled as though trying to hide from their curious eyes. I was worried this would disappoint Monica as she had told me it would embarrass her if I was unable to get an erection. Mistress Monica seemed to have anticipated this. "Okay. Ladies. I warned him not to get hard until we had measured him in this flaccid state. I have some rulers, tape measures, and a box of plastic gloves for those who want to measure." Soon I could sense them gathering about me and I heard the snapping of rubber gloves being pulled on. I knew that my penis was roughly at eye level with all of these women. I was, as Mistress Monica had said I would be, on display. Once hands starting grabbing and pulling at my member and I heard announcements of measurements ("It's a fucking inch and a half soft," one said) I could feel myself start to grow.
"It's growing. Look. It's growing." I wanted to grab it and stroke it and cum right then and there, but Monica had cuffed my hands behind my back. "Oh my god, I think that's as big as it gets, ladies," one woman said. "She's right, that's it," I heard Monica say, "Feel free to measure him now. I think you will find that he tops out at three inches, five-eighths."
Again I felt hands at the base of my cock and I could feel the cold plastic of rulers against its length. Roars of laughter and glee erupted from the ladies as they made fun of my inadequate penis. But my humiliation was just beginning. Monica called the unruly crowd to order. "I want to tell you a bit about me and Tom. This all started when I came home to discover him with a pair of my soiled panties over his head and he was jerking off into a cup of my favorite bra. After I busted him he begged me to dominate him and he confessed his panty fetish." The room was now silent. I could feel it twitching as Monica talked about me in front of her friends. This did not go without notice.
"You will see that he is unable to contain his excitement as I humiliate him and reveal his deepest secrets in front of all of you women. His cock, although inadequate for fucking, has been a reliable barometer of his arousal. When I first told Tom that he was to be exposed and measured in front of the Domme Club he asked me if he could jerk off right then and there. Of course I said No Way, Jose." They all laughed.
Mistress Monica continued, "I know it will be humiliating for him for me to tell you that his inadequate penis has not entered me or any woman now for several years." I couldn't help the twitching and I was glad that my face was covered. "Now all of you know Tom and see him around town. He likes to think of himself as a bit of a big shot when he is in his law office or in court. But if you see him around, keep in mind that under whatever male costume he might be wearing he is shaved, bra'ed, and pantied."
"How do you find satisfaction then, Monica?" one of the women asked in a voice that sounded too familiar for comfort. Was it the receptionist at Dr. Sylvester's office, or perhaps it was that woman attorney who handled the divorce of one of my clients.
"Oh, so nice of you to be concerned about me, hon. We have a nice collection of dildos that are more of a size to my liking, and of course he has a well-trained tongue." Some of the women laughed; others applauded. "You can see by his twitching dick that he relishes humiliation. Let's go ahead and have our snack and refresh our drinks. I am going to leave him exposed...oh, by the way, I told him that I would let him release to conclude our meeting, so those who want to stay for that, it should be great fun."
I heard some bustling about, a mix of conversation and the click of heels as the women walked about and chatted. I could sense that my cock was still erect and I had the sensation of curious eyes often inches from my exposed and hairless crotch. I was so aroused that I could hardly contain myself. Without thinking I had started gently thrusting my hips in a humping motion as though friction from the air alone could bring me some relief. One of the Dommes noticed and took immediate action. She swatted my bare ass along with a loud and stern command, "Stop, sissy!" I did.

It seemed like forever until I again heard Monica call the group to order. "Those who have to leave or don't want to see this sissy make a mess can leave. The rest of you are welcome to enjoy the show. I am going to release Tom's hands and allow him to cum."
I could hear the Velcro on the cuffs pull open and my hands were finally free. I stretched my fingers and hands and flexed my shoulders; waiting for further instruction from my Mistress. "You may cum now, Tom, in front of all of thse women. I am sure they are most tired of gazing upon your pathetic little penis, so to enhance your embarrassment I want you to pull up your panties and rub yourself through the nylon and lace until you thoroughly wet the front of your panties. Rub yourself like a girl masturbates, no stroking—that is for men—just rub yourself Tom—that's it. Now take your other hand and reach into the back of your panties and insert a finger into your tight little pussy—that's it, sissy Tommy."
Her words excited me. I pictured all of these dominant women watching me rub my penis through my panties. They had seen how small it is, some had measured it, they had made fun of it, and now I was going to release in front of them. It didn't take long.
"Another reason he is not allowed to enter me is that he has a problem with premature ejaculation. I think you will see—oh, it is already happening—that it doesn't take him long."
My hips bucked, my knees nearly buckled, I came in a powerful orgasm. My ejaculate wet the entire front of my panties. Once my body stopped convulsing I moved to cover myself with my hands and I felt an intense flooding of shame. The room erupted in applause and cheers.
"Don't cover yourself, Tom. Let the ladies see your cummie. I know you feel ashamed of yourself now, Tom, and you should. You have just been exposed to the Domme Club. Hands behind your back now—whenever you see a woman anywhere in this town you will not know whether she has measured your tiny penis or seen you cum in your panties. Yes, Tom, you should be ashamed, very ashamed, and that is why you need a strong Mistress to take care of you."

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Monday, January 18, 2016

Mistress Sage byjustincbenedict©

Manfred Wettington watched Sage leaving her apartment, holding hands with Figgins Clarke, her balding, geeky fiancée.
Manny didn't know Fig well, but in the few conversations he'd had with Sage while they were walking their dogs in the front of the building where she was his tenant, he'd learned that Fig was "intelligent and talented" and was a Computational Linguistics something-or-other...
But Manny could care less. He just LOVED Sage, who was as demure as a Jane Austen character, but with the looks of Betty Boop...they'd had great conversations! Figgins was a lucky man.
Sage and Fig reached Figgins's car, and held hands, looking at each other. Sage smiled inwardly.
After six years together, Fig gaped at her as if they'd been dating six weeks, and she was the head cheerleader, and he still couldn't believe his luck. He did, of course keep shifting from foot to foot...she'd given him a painful caning inside the house.
"Are you okay?" Sage smiled, her full lips almost beaming on her adoring fiancée. "I hate to hurt you, Figgy, but I told you to re-line the cupboards, and you don't seem to listen unless I use Mister Bouncy." Sage called her faithful bamboo Mister Bouncy because it jolted so alarmingly when thwacking Fig's bare buttocks...like a dance, it was.
Figgins winced, but looked at his beloved Sage with love. She was wearing a very snug tye-dye tee shirt, purple and pink swirls...not only did her boobs do it great justice, but they pulled up the shirt a bit, showing her little pink belly.
He had cried miserably as she'd whipped him, fifty times for his forgetfulness as he'd bit the pillow on their bed...but he loved her so!
Even when she'd ordered him to turn over, and she'd removed the little padlock to his Prince Albert chastity piercing and given his hard penis another ten to help him "focus" he'd just gazed with teary eyes at her heaving breasts in that hot little tie-dye shirt. What a wonderful girl she was!
After she'd whipped Fig's penis, she'd stroked it a bit, the blood streaming out of the pores, and she'd apologized sweetly for having to teach him a lesson like that...stroke stroke stroooke...and then she pulled her hand away, as always.
She'd re-locked his bloody cock, and he'd been so excited she pulled her panties down under her skirt, and let him lick her to an orgasm before left for work.
Oh God, he wanted her so badly. She hadn't let him have a release in 48 days, and it really hurt, he could feel his cock pulling against the cruel piercing in his pants right now (Sage didn't let Fig wear underwear) but he knew he had to wait the full sixty days! He was committed to pleasing his beautiful girl.
It wasn't easy for Figgins...Sage tied him down and teased him at least an hour a day, sometimes two, and had for the six years they'd been together. She was nineteen when they met, and he was twenty-five. He had initially told her about BDSM and his submissive desires, but she'd really been a quick study.
Within eighteen months, Sage had gone from sweetly blowing Fig in his '01 BMW to forcing him to fellate her high heel while her male cousins peed on his head! It had been amazing how quickly things had gone. And after she'd put him in chastity, his life had changed, but all for the better.
But oh, how he wanted to cum. He was surrounded by gorgeous young interns at work, and girls playing Frisbee outside, having lunch, all the tits and asses...but he was most attracted to Sage, his beautiful wife. He just couldn't get enough of her.
And she knew how to dress! Miniskirts, tight pink tops, sexy leather jackets in winter, and of course she had a collection of hugging sweaters to beat the band!
And she was always, except when in disciplinary mode, kissing and fondling Figgy, when they cooked together she'd lean over from where she was chopping shallots to put a tongue in his ear, and sometimes they'd neck during "Burn Notice" so he wouldn't get too attracted to the hot chicks on the show...
Sage often became annoyed when he nagged her...and she threatened sometimes to suspend the teasing sessions. "I think if I just kept you locked up, you wouldn't complain, but all the teasing seems to make you too bitchy and whiny."
But he'd begged her not to give up the teasing, and of course she never would. God Bless Sage!
Now he took Sage's hand, and looked soulfully in her eyes. "I-I promise to re-line the cupboards when I come home from work, honey.
I'm so sorry I disappointed you." He twinged again, she'd really singed the underside of his buttocks, in that tender spot between his butt and his legs. But he kissed her goodbye and painfully got into his car, pulling off.
Sage walked back to the building, whistling, and was only mildly amused to see the bespectacled, somewhat obese Manny Wettington outside, looking casual with his dog. Sage could tell, though that Manny had a few bucks, and he made her laugh when they talked outside. Sage's friend, Amory Blau, needed a nice guy in her life...but Manny had a few rough edges...she smiled as she approached him.
Manny babbled hello, and she stood while he gaped at her cleavage, and talked a bit, and then she gently asked him if he'd put his dog inside and come to her place, as she wanted him to try her peach cobbler.
Half an hour later, Manny and Sage were making out on her bed. Now Manny was out of his mind with amazement that this beautiful girl was giving him a bit of adultery..."You're so wonderful, Sage. I didn't know you felt this way about me."
Sage had removed her fabulous tye-dye T-shirt, and was just wearing a pomegranate-colored bra and her jeans, and Manny was completely naked, trying in his way to get her clothes off. Sage laughed thinking of "I didn't know YOU felt this way about ME."
Men were all such egotistical children, she thought as she endured Manny's sloppy tongue in her mouth, his hands fumbling in her cleavage. Necessary, but Sweet Jesus, just a lot of annoyance in SO many ways.
"You know, Manny..You're just the sexiest guy" Sage said, choking back laughter, "But you're a little grabby during lovemaking. You need to learn to let me do the touching. Let me try something..."She got the scarves out (handcuffs might have been too frightening) and tied Manny's wrists to the headboards of her bed.
Then she tied his ankles to the bottom headboards, and sat back, looking at him. His mouth was open, a big O, and she was amazed that such a person was owner of the building in which she lived. Manny had washed out of M.I.T. and then Buttermilk State U. and his wealthy parents had bought him an apartment complex...and thus he had status, if questionable.
Now he could play Dungeons and Dragons, toy with his stamp collection, read his comic books and run around in chain-mail at his Science Fiction conventions and not starve to death.
A happy, if somewhat backward forty-two year old. Sage wondered if Manny was a virgin. No wait...he'd lost a building or two in an acrimonious divorce. Well no more of that. Amory would need looking after, and so no more wandering for Manfred.
Manny was unaware of Sage's plans for him, but still in heaven. He watched her beautiful pinkish vanilla boobs swell in the little bra and then looked at her long pink nails as they wandered up and down his penis....it wasn't a large penis, but it was having fun. Sage stroked and tickled his dick, and he struggled against the scarves...but really, she had it all under control. Still he pulled.
"No no...don't yank your hands." Sage said, smiling. But she did reach over and tweak Manny's right nipple, rather hard, and he screamed. Wimp. "You have to lie still, Manfred.
Sage can give you a nice time if you just let her."
"But-but I want to touch you, I want to fu- um, make love to you, Sage." Manfred's eyes were glazing over. This was his first non-hooker sex in almost eight years.
Sage ran her fingers up and down Manny's shaft, and then pressed his hard cock against his stomach really hard, and his balls were full! Then she began rubbing the sides of his glans, running her fingertips all around the cock head without touching the rest of his dork, and this drove Manny out of his mind. The tip of Manny's dick resembled a plum, and Sage's hand never seemed to get tired.
At one point, Manfred began trying to shove his dick further into Sage's hand, and she slapped it, hard, and then punched him lightly in the balls, which made him nearly pass out.
Sage thought to herself that Figgy was far tougher, and had taken more punishment...shit, Sage had just whacked him in the balls with his golf putter the week before and he'd survived without a murmur...but Manny was certainly not sterner stuff.
She apologetically kissed Manny's lips sloppily, and returned her attentions to his whole dick, running her fingers up and down the shaft as he gasped and moaned. It was going better, he thought. He just needed to calm her down. He wouldn't arch his hips and try to fuck her hand again...he'd learned his lesson.
"Can't I cum now?" Manny whined, and Sage smiled at him.
"All good things come to those who wait" she said, and she tickled the underside of his cock,which made him gurgle with joy.
After Sage had teased Manfred's dick for about two hours, she'd taken her hand away, and pulled down her panties and climbed on his face, and with hints, got him to give her a couple of orgasms. Then she released him. "Manny, if you don't touch yourself between now and midnight tonight, I'll have a surprise for you."
Manfred went home and sat on his hands until midnight, and then went down to Apartment 402. Sage let him in. She was wearing a tight leather minidress with quite a plunging neckline, and bright red lipstick, her hair tied back in a bun.
"You didn't touch yourself did you honey?" Sage asked throatily, and Manny shook his head no. His dick was engorged now, especially since Sage grasped it through his pants. "You shouldn't wear undies, Sage hates them." She said this earnestly, and Manny resolved to burn his boxer shorts as soon as he got upstairs.
"I have a surprise for you...you're going to get the blowjob of your life, honey." Manny's eyes goggled behind his thick glasses, and she smiled inwardly.
Sage led Manny to the couch, and instructed him to remove his pants and underpants.
She whistled, and the door opened and a creature in a blonde wig and overdone pancake makeup came crawling out on hands and knees. Manny noted that the person was wearing a Merry Widow negligee that didn't quite cover it's genitals, which were locked in a metal piercing.
Manny did note that the tranny's dick was wiggling, as it attempted to get hard, but was locked tightly to the scrotum. Sage snapped her fingers again, and the person crawled to where Manny was sitting and then sat up on its haunches, wrists out in a dog begging position...and then Sage gave it a dog biscuit.
"This is Felice, Manfred." Sage said, smiling. "Felice has a surprise for you. I've outlined her lips with Vaseline, which has made her a bit nauseous, but it will mean true pleasure. Put your penis in Felice's mouth, honey."
"B-but Felice is a guy." Manfred said.
"I'm-um, not gay." Sage gave Manny a big kiss, and rubbed his face in her cleavage.
"Just focus on me, honey. Felice will make you feel good, but you can just focus on me, and my femininity...you can kiss my breasts and enjoy yourself." Sage looked into Manny's eyes, but he was distracted by the transvestite, who was now weeping.
"Felice seems um, upset, Sage." Manfred said uncomfortably.
Sage took a piece of cut off garden hose from the coffee table, and without getting up, whacked Felice sharply across the shoulders and then again across Felice's nipples...this made Felice cover her face and try and muffle the sobbing.
"Felice is just upset because he knows, or really she knows that she can't kiss my breasts anymore." Sage said sweetly, as she stared into Manny's eyes, rubbing his chest with her long nails.
"Felice isn't a man anymore...just a poor little faggot boy, who will never, never get to kiss my beautiful breasts again. All Felice is good for is sucking the dicks of my lover-men. And Felice better do a good job of it, or she will be locked in a cage in the storage unit of this building every night this week."
This threat apparently worked on Felice, who got him or herself together and lunged his head over, taking Manny's dick in the lips painted and coated with garish red lipstick and Vaseline.
As Felice sucked, Sage necked hard with Manfred, who forgot time and space, until he finally came in Felice's mouth. Sage kept kissing Manny, and before he knew it he'd cum once again in the tranny's jaw, and then Sage absently kicked Felice away.
"Dick-breath, go get us some beer and chips" Sage said, turning her head to Felice, who staggered off to the kitchen on high heels.
Figgins tottered to the kitchen, weeping bitterly.
His penis was surging painfully against the Prince Albert piercing, and his mouth felt horrible. The combination of Vaseline, sticky lip gloss and Vaseline was making him quite ill, and in fact, he vomited quietly in the sink before washing his face. They wouldn't notice now.
When he'd come home from work, and Sage had informed him of her plans, Figgy had balked. He'd sucked off a couple of her pick-ups before, but the dorky owner of the building? Sage had smiled and waited while Figgins raged and objected, and then she'd quietly told him to undress.
Figgy had, protesting "This is not a disobedience issue. I am calling a boundary here. You can't punish me when I am renegotiating limits."
But Sage had locked his ankles together and his wrists behind his back, and then used Mister Bouncy on Figgy's butt for an hour and a half until, sobbing bitterly, Figgins had agreed to whatever she wanted. He'd suck off a stallion horse, if she liked.
And immediately Sage had calmed down, and become sweet and gentle again. She'd turned Figgins over, removed his chastity device and rubbed and tickled his penis for nearly four hours before he had to get ready for his "date".
The preparations had included extensive makeover work, and then she'd instructed Fig to practice deep-throating a cucumber...so when the idiot Manfred arrived, he'd be so good at it! To think Figgins had gone to the Rose Bowl as a quarterback for Purdue...
How had it gotten this far? Sage was so beautiful, and he'd been thrilled to have her as a girlfriend...but he'd had these fantasies, and when he'd first been dating Sage, at that time he was a grad student and she was in his seminar....
He was so happy with her...but he wanted these THINGS, and one night, he was crying in bed, and she pulled him to her substantial bosom and patted his head. "What's wrong, baby? What do you want from me?"
And when he confessed his desire to be spanked, she'd laughed. "Is that all?" But of course it wasn't. She'd seen his chastity websites, and the ball had started rolling. "It's easier this way, honey." Sage had said to Figgy. "I love you, but I need to date bad guys too, and it's the best of both worlds, your chastity thing."
He hadn't objected so much to being tied up and watching her fuck different guys from the closet...but this was getting a little out of hand, being forced to dress in drag and suck off an idiot like Manfred the Landlord.
And he still wouldn't be allowed to cum for TWELVE MORE DAYS!
In the living room, Manny had removed all his clothes at Sage's request, and then she'd asked him if he had the nerve to carry his clothes under his arm in a bundle and run back to his apartment.
"Naked?" Manny asked in horror. He was already erect again, and she was toying with his dick lovingly. Even having cum twice in five minutes, Manny was overcome with desire.
"Can't we make love, Sage?"
Sage slapped Manny's face hard. "Don't talk dirty, sweetheart" She immediately smiled. "I don't know you well enough for that kind of commitment." Inwardly, Sage smiled. She'd fucked one of Manny's Brazilian landscaping employees after "knowing" him for about seven minutes!
"I like tough, nervy men, Manfred." Sage said throatily.
"I like a guy who can take a little adversity, a little pain. A man who can dare to walk in the apartment building he owns, in his birthday suit, dammit. Can you take pain? I don't think so." Sage looked away, as if bored.
"Sure I can, Sage...really." Manfred was now a little dismayed at the way his little affair was turning out. He figured out who Felice" was and wondered if Sage and Figgins might be both a little mentally ill.
But it had been eight years since Manny had been laid, and at least three and a half since he'd even gone on a real date, and that was on Match.com.
She'd had a visible moustache, and looked like a school bus in a paisley dress. But Sage here was beautiful. He'd do anything for her.
"I want you to show me you have manliness, Manny!" Sage said cleverly. "Bring me that garden hose piece that I was hitting Felice with. Thank you, Now get across my knee."
Manfred was now quite nervous, but his dick was huge and stiff, and he laid across Sage's knee, and didn't even object when she grabbed his right arm, twisting it behind his back.
WHACK! T
By the fourth whack, Manny was crying and by the nineteenth, he was in shock. Finally though, Sage let him off her lap, and he cried in her arms, before finally walking out the door, naked with a bundle of clothes in his arms, and a red, welted butt to boot.
He would be perfect for Amory, with just a little bit of training. Manfred was spoiled and indecisive, and egotistical, and whipping his bare ass a few times would bring him into line.
She knew this, because his dick, even while running down the hall in shame to the scandalized view of an old hag in curlers carrying her laundry was stiff and hard. Real Hard.
Sage smiled as she accepted beer and chips from Figgins/Felice. It was so nice having obedient boys!

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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

My two buddies and I had been on a week-long fishing trip and we were staying at a hotel close to the airport for one night ahead of our flight home in the morning. It had been a great week, lots of fishing, whiskey, and bullshit - but no pussy, so I was ready to go if the opportunity presented itself.

We checked in, got clean, and met up at the hotel bar for beers and shots. The bar was quite busy: not exactly a crush, but things were getting loud and the music was pumping. There was a wedding reception going on in one of the banquet rooms, and from our position we could see people going in and out to the bathrooms or whatever. Not bad overall, for what was basically a three-star hotel in a regional shit-hole town. No-one in their right mind would ever go there if they had the choice, but hey, here we were, my buddies and I - the beer was cold, the shots were shots, and life was good, even if there was nothing much to look at.

Just then, these two young sluts walked out of the reception room and headed over in our direction. How did I know they were sluts? It was written all over them. Slut #1 was wearing a tight cream dress which barely covered her pussy, and she'd squeezed her tits into it as much as she could without them falling out. Her blonde hair was piled up high and she had bright red lip-stick to match her bright red nails. Her white heels were about a million miles high. Good legs, thank Christ, and while she wasn't exactly slim, she certainly wasn't fat and her body looked quite nubile. You'd fuck her, I thought, if you'd just spent a week in the mountains with nothing but two guys and some fish.

Her friend, Slut #2, was even sluttier, if that was possible. She was a brunette (actually they were both brunette, but Slut #1 had gone blonde), and she was in a loud red dress as short as her friend's but somehow even more revealing: tighter, more busty, and more slutty. Her shoes were hilarious - the heels were about a billion miles high. Her face was ok pretty but her body was awesome, in a small-town-slut kind of way, and she knew it. Leggy, slender, good skin, and very fuckable. Both of them had a look which said "cheap pornography magazine", maybe on purpose, maybe by nature, who knows, who cares.

What was important was that they looked like cheap dirty sluts on a Saturday night and they were coming my way.

I watched them giggle, wobble and stagger towards us as they pushed up to the bar between me and my buddies. Slut #1 ordered two white wines.

"How come you can't get free drinks at the wedding?" I said to Slut #1.

"Because Brendan's dad lost his job and he can't afford free drinks all night, so we've come over here to get all the rich millionaires to buy us drinks", said Slut #1. I guessed Brendan was the groom.

"Now, how did you know that I'm a rich millionaire?" I asked. Actually I am a rich millionaire, so even though she was half drunk her natural female money antennae were working fine.

"I can tell", said Slut #1, "it's written all over you, and besides, you look like a total bastard, so you must be."

"You're right, I am a total bastard. So what are you going to do in return for me buying you drinks?" I asked, with a shit-eating grin. I sat on my bar-stool with my legs wide open so she could have a good look at my cock bulge.

Sure enough, Slut #1 glanced down straight at my crotch. I love it when a woman does that, it almost always means I can fuck her later if I want. Slut #1 swiveled her hips and displayed her full rack to me. "Well you never know your luck, champ. Shelley here's a right load of trouble when she's had a few wines, aren't you Shel."

Slut #2, who from this point we shall refer to as "Shelley", smirked and leant forward towards me, exposing even more of her tits, if that was possible. "She can talk", she said, wafting me with white wine breath, "She'll do anything for a free drink, and that's why Brendan's parents aren't talking to her!" Shelley burst out laughing, and so did Slut #1, the pair of them snickering, winking, and toasting each other, as if they were the only ones in the room who knew they were utter, utter sluts.

My two fishing buddies were appalled, and jealous. Both of them had boring, dumpy wives and were off the leash for the week. Over the next ten minutes both of them tried to pump their own egos with pathetic attempts to get the sluts interested, and both of them failed miserably. I mean Jesus, sluts like these two can tell the difference between talk and action from twenty paces.

It turned out Slut #1's name was Peggy, and it wasn't long before the dirty bitch was leaning her body into me between my wide open legs, rubbing herself on me at every chance. I had my hand on her body just above the curve of her right ass cheek and her tits were basically right in my face, as I sat on the bar stool and she got drunk on cheap white wine.

Meanwhile Shelley was sitting across from me on a bar stool and was giving me some very hot looks. She had her legs crossed, her short dress hitched right up her thighs, and her left leg was pushed up and rubbing my left leg. I had my left forearm rested on the bar and Shelley was lightly scratching it with her nails, slowly up and down. Shelley was leaning forward at every opportunity, showing me her big tits squashed into her slutty red dress. My cock was getting harder and I made no effort at all to hide it as I downed my beer and ordered another one.

The barman served the beer. I picked it up, Shelley accidentally bumped my arm, and best part of a whole pint of cold lager went splashing all over Peggy's face and tits. Everyone around us went "oh!" and the three of us, me, Shelley, and Peggy, each said "Jesus!" in a different way. For a second Peggy just stood there, with beer all over her face and chest, and then she and Shelley started laughing as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Fucking hell I'm fucking soaked!" shouted Peggy, holding her hands out in front of her. "How am I supposed to go back in there like this," she said, nodding over towards the reception room.

We got a few napkins from the bartender but it didn't make much difference, she was a mess.

"Tell you what," I said, "your dress is okay, it just went all over your face and tits". Indeed, the beer was running down between her tits and under her dress. It made me want to pull her top down and suck her nipples.

"Why don't you come up to my room and have a shower to clean up?"

Peggy paused, standing there with beer all over her face and chest. My offer was obviously sleazy, and she didn't really have much choice, but she still needed a gentle shove to push her over the line.

"It's right upstairs on the fourth floor. Shelley can come too, just to make sure you're okay," I said, standing up. My balls were heavy and beginning to ache.

"Well there's fuck-all else to do about it," said Peggy,"so yeah okay, thanks, let's go."

Shelley stood up and we all turned to go. As I guided them through the crowd towards the elevators, I made sure to look over my shoulder at my fishing buddies. That's right, I smirked, two filthy sluts, heading upstairs to my room. Have fun masturbating tonight, suckers, I'll tell you all about it in the morning.

Now, whenever I'm in a hotel, which is often, I always make a point of setting up my room before I go out, just in case. I fix the lighting low, to set an atmosphere. I get some low-key house music going on the speakers so it sounds cool when I get back, and I make sure the ice-box is full. I figure you never know when you're going to meet two sluts from a wedding reception at the hotel bar, so you need to be prepared. Yes, my room was a standard room, in a three-star hotel, in a shit-hole dump of a regional town, but whatever - it was cooler than anywhere else these two sluts were going tonight.

"Ooh, this is cool," said Peggy, "nice and sexy, are you having a party?" Meanwhile Shelley had walked straight over to the mini-bar fridge and was bending over in her heels, her short red dress barely covering her ass, brazenly parading herself like a slut.

"Why don't you jump in the shower and get cleaned up," I said to Peggy, "and I'll fix us some drinks". Peggy winked at me, blew me a kiss, and stepped into the bathroom. I noticed she closed the door behind her, which was a bit disappointing, but then I figured it was ok because it gave me more leeway with Shelley.

Shelley was still at the mini-bar. "Hey Shelley," I said, moving towards her. "Let me show you this special drink I found out about a few weeks ago, it's called an American Beauty, it's tasty, you'll love it".

"Okay cool," said Shelley. I made the drinks, putting the brandy in her glass and the vermouth and orange in mine (the cheap hotel mini-bar didn't have all the ingredients for a real American Beauty, but so what). Shelley was standing very close to me, and the tension was electric.

"We have to mix it in each other's mouths, that's the rules, so take a big gulp and hold it in your mouth until I kiss you, okay?", I said, repeating a line I've been using since I was sixteen.

Shelley took a big gulp, like a good girl. I sipped some of my glass and leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met, and she opened her mouth. The brandy, vermouth, and orange mixed with a sting, and Shelley's tongue met mine like a striking serpent. Putting my glass down, I reached around and grabbed her tight slut ass with both hands. Shelley pushed her tits into me, kissing me wantonly with her arms around my neck, wriggling her slutty body all over me.

I moved her backwards towards the bed, with the intention of fucking her there and then. It was only a few short steps, and as we moved and kissed I pulled her short red dress up over her hips to her waist. One reason I work out a lot is to keep my stomach flat so it's easy to get my pants off. As we reached the bed I quickly unclipped my pants, and with a downwards shove I had them down around my ankles and my cock free and ready for sex. A week in the woods without any release meant my cock was rock hard, curving upwards and swaying like a cobra above my full aching balls. I pushed Shelley backwards onto the bed and hooked my left thumb around behind her ass and under her g-string thong. (I knew it would be a g-string, what else would a slut like her be wearing?) I slipped my thumb back down towards her pussy, pulled the thong out of the way, and angled my body, so that as she fell back on the bed I was between her legs with my cockhead pushing into her sex. Shelley was still kissing me hard as she opened and raised her legs for me.

I pressed myself forwards and the thick head of my big hard cock entered her vagina.

"Jesus, you don't muck around, do you," she breathed, as I bit the back of her neck, forcing my cock into her, pushing in and easing out as she got lubricated, my cock splitting her tight cunt open, and both my hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, the tips of my fingers pulling her pussy lips open.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," I grunted.

"Uh-huh", she gasped, as I fucked her. She had her arms around my neck and over my shoulders, and her cunt was juicing up so now my cock was about half way into her. Shelley raised her legs high and wide, wrapping her ankles around my waist, pushing her hips up into me to meet my thrusting cock, and started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I don't know how many men she'd fucked in her life but her pussy was tight, one of the best I've ever fucked, and as I raked my hard length into her she fucked me back like a rattlesnake, biting my shoulder and humping my cock. I could just see my ass in my room's full-length mirror, driving and pumping between her white thighs in the soft light, but I couldn't see anything else so it was like watching two strangers fucking, and for some reason that turned me on and made me fuck her harder.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh ,oh yeah ,oh yeah, oh fuck me, oh yeah" she breathed as I fucked her with her shoes on, her cunt nice and wet now and her tits pressing into my chest. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed so I could get some purchase with my feet, and looped my arms around the backs of her slender thighs, pushing her ankles up over my shoulders, fucking her harder, leaning into her, pushing her down into the bed, slamming my meat into her with loud slaps as my groin met her wet pussy, with one hand behind her neck pulling her hair, exposing her throat, and the other holding her wrist back above her head like she was being raped. She wasn't exactly fighting me off either, the flexible little slut, humping me with her eyes rolling back half closed and her fingers scratching across my back.

At that point I realised just what a total slut this Shelley really was. I'd only met her half an hour earlier, and it was clear that whatever I wanted to do to her, she'd be right into it. I felt a sudden urge to fuck her in the ass, and fuck her mouth, and really violate her as much as possible, as soon as I could.

At some point while we were fucking I heard the shower switch off, and a bit later the bathroom door opened and Peggy stepped out in a towel.

"Well look at you two, why am I not surprised," she said, with a smirk. I carried on fucking her friend, who was proving herself to be completely shameless. I started thinking about taking Shelley out onto the balcony and fucking her in public.

"Shelley and I were just getting to know each other better", I said, between breaths. "How was the shower? Feel like a drink? There's champagne in the fridge."

"I'd love a drink", said Peggy. She opened a half-bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass, then casually sat down on the bed across from me and Shelley while we fucked all the while. I couldn't believe it, she was watching me and Shelley fuck like we were playing a game of chess or something.

I kept up an even rhythm, pumping steadily into Shelley's tight pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist again, and my cock slamming into her so our groins met with a slap on each thrust. She was panting and moaning quietly, and then she turned her head to Peggy and said "oh he's got a big one, I can't handle it" and then she started spasming, her pussy flexing rapidly against my hard cock and her body tensing up. I started fucking her really hard, really making sure she felt it good, punishing her slut pussy while she orgasmed all over my cock.

I carried on fucking her but she started trying to push me off so I pulled out of her and she rolled away on the bed groaning. I stood up, kicked my pants and shoes off and walked around the side of the bed towards Peggy, my hard cock swaying in the dim light. Peggy put her glass on the floor and opened her mouth, and I shoved my cock in.

She licked and sucked all around my hard cock, holding it with one hand, exploring my length with her tongue and mouth, licking and sucking my balls before returning to the head and bobbing up and down as she sucked me. I let her blow me for a minute and then I started fucking her face. I had one hand gripping under her chin and the other behind her head, with one foot on the bed, and I forced her to deep throat me, steadily thrusting into her mouth as I pushed her backwards onto the bed, her towel falling away, straddling her with my knees on either side of her head, making her gasp, gurgle, and choke. I humped her face with my hard cock, pumping and fucking her face, making sure she took me down her throat. Every now and then I pulled out, letting her suck and lick my balls, before easing my cock back into her mouth and starting again with the hard fucking. Her lips felt like heaven and she kept her wet mouth tight around my shaft and rolled her tongue around and over my cock head as I fucked her face.

After a minute I glanced over to see what Shelley was doing - she was just sitting on the edge of the bed watching her friend give one of the all-time great blow-jobs. I decided to make her do something useful.

"Hey Shelley", I said. "Be a good girl and get some bath oil."

Shelley got up and went into the bathroom, and I pulled out of Peggy's mouth, stood up, and roughly turned her on to her stomach. I shoved her legs apart with my knees and pulled her hips up and back towards me. Her pussy was shaved bald. I quickly leaned forward, and ran my tongue all over her labia, sucking her mound and tonguing her pussy lips. I lapped at her sex, from her asshole to her clit, up and back, over and over again as Peggy moaned and moved her hips with me, raising her ass higher. I pushed my tongue into her cunt and rubbed her clit with my thumb, her juices on my lips and my face, and her clit swelling up harder.

Shelley came back with a bottle of that scented bath oil you get in hotels.

"That's all there is", she said.

"Put it on my cock", I told her, and she squirted the oil into her hand and rubbed it onto my cock, up and down and all over the head. I thought she was going to suck me but she didn't. I slapped Peggy's ass cheek hard, and pulled her hips further up and back. She moved her knees slightly wider and arched her back more, presenting herself to me, ready to fuck. I stepped closer, and pressed the head of my cock into her pussy. The bath oil helped me slip into her, the tightness gripping my cock, my hands on her waist and hips holding her steady. Again putting one foot on the bed, I eased my thick meat into her.

"Oh god", she said. "Mmph, oooh ,oh jesus, you bastard". Peggy tossed her head from side to side, her hands bunching up, her arms flat on the bed. I pushed all the way into her, nice and slow, and then started fucking her harder, back and forth, holding her hips as she moaned and groaned, pumping my cock into her with a steady rhythm, my balls swinging, my teeth gritted with sexual violence.

"Ooh you're so big", said Peggy, as I started fucking her cunt deeper. My cock was as hard as concrete, pushing into her, splitting her open.

"Oh fuck me, oh yeah, oh fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me, oh yeah", she moaned. Peggy was rolling her hips, humping me in rhythm, her hands gripping the bedspread and her eyes closed.

"Mmm, oh yeah, that's good", I told her. "That's it, fuck me you dirty slut, fuck my hard cock, fuck me good like Shelley did, fuck my cock." I moved my left hand around onto her tits and leaned into her, the full length of my hard cock jamming right up deep into her vagina, fucking her good and hard and deep with each thrust.

Meanwhile Shelley was sitting on the edge of the bed again, sipping champagne. Could I get a threesome going?

"Hey Shelley", I grunted, as I fucked her friend, "why don't you move round and put your pussy in her face, then she can lick you while I fuck her."

"What?", said Shelley.

"Sit in front of her and put your pussy in her face so she can lick you while I'm fucking her", I hissed, straining with the effort I was putting in to fucking Peggy's tight pussy. "Make her lick your pussy."

"Are you up for that Peg?" said Shelley, moving across the bed and positioning herself. It looked like Shelley was up for it, whatever Peggy said.

"Mmm, yeah okay, ohh", murmured Peggy as I fucked her. Shelley pulled off her g-string, opened her long slender legs and slid forwards on the bed towards us. She still had her high heels on. I grabbed Peggy's hair and pulled her head up, and Shelley moved forward and wriggled her shaven pussy into Peggy's face, leaning back on her elbows as Peggy started licking and sucking her pussy.

This was so great - I had a perfect view of the action. Shelley looked me straight in the eyes and winked, then leaned back with her legs spread wide, her short red dress around her waist. Her eyes half closed and she started concentrating on the oral sex her friend was giving her. It quickly became all about one girl getting the other one off, as Peggy licked and sucked Shelley's pussy and clit, working her head up and down, lightly and firmly tonguing her friend's cunt, rolling her tongue around Shelley's clit, toying with it, teasing it, building the pressure, until Shelley's hips were humping up and down, thrusting and rolling, and she was groaning and moaning, squeezing her own tits and whispering "oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" under her breath.

And all the while I fucked Peggy's tight pussy with a steady, relentless pulsing rhythm, but I slowed my fuck strokes so Peggy could concentrate on tonguing her friend's vagina. Still, I was pushing deep into her with every slow stroke, gripping her smooth white ass with my hands, my fingers reaching to stretch open her pussy lips while I fucked her deep.

I told you Shelley had a bitching body and the sight of her, lying back with her legs wide open with her high heels on, having her clit sucked and licked, while I fucked the woman who was doing it to her, started driving me over the edge. I pulled out of Peggy's vagina and pushed my cockhead against her asshole and in past her sphincter. She tensed up a bit but didn't complain as I eased deeper and deeper into her asshole, my cock getting harder and thicker as I got closer to orgasm, my balls tightening, three-quarters of my hard cock's length inside Peggy's asshole, moving in and out, fucking her, stretching her. Peggy continued to suck on Shelley's shaved pussy, and Shelley was gripping Peggy's hair with both hands, as I got closer and closer, harder and harder, fucking that ass deeper and deeper, until finally I exploded my orgasm deep into Peggy's tight asshole, filling her ass with cum and pumping her with my thick cock. She was still licking Shelley and then Shelley started coming, twisting and writhing her body while Peggy tried to keep her mouth on her clit.

I pulled out of Peggy's asshole and decided to make Shelley suck my cock. I moved up the bed and forced myself into her mouth while she lay there. She was passive at first as she recovered from her orgasm but soon she was actively sucking me off as I pumped my hips into her. She took all of my cock as I was getting soft, and licked and sucked my balls for a couple of minutes. Behind me Peggy said something about getting back to the wedding so I pulled out of Shelley's mouth and told her I wanted to fuck her on the balcony later, and she said "yeah alright".

I got myself a beer while the Peggy and Shelley got themselves together. We all went back downstairs and I told them I'd be at the bar, and to let me know if they needed a room for the night. I joined up with my fishing buddies and the girls went back to the wedding. The whole thing had taken about 40 minutes.

Much later that night I got Shelley out on to my room's balcony, overlooking the car-park. She gripped the low railing, her long lean legs spread wide apart, her high heels elongating her calves, her back arched, and her red dress bunched up around her slim little waist. She looked great. I sank my cock into her soaking pussy and we fucked slowly in the moonlight, me running my hands softly all over her slender body, pressing her tits, slapping her backside, spreading her thighs, gripping her waist, as I pumped her and fucked her. I reached around and gripped her shaven mound, rubbing her clit with my fingers, holding one of her tits and grunting like an animal while I humped her hard from behind. I told her she was a slut, I told her I was going to fuck her all night and I told her to fuck me with her hips and her tight cunt. She bucked and humped and wiggled and I let her impale herself on my pole before I took over again, fucking her with my knees bent more so I could get right up into her. She orgasmed hard on my cock, and then I pushed it into her asshole and fucked her anally until I came inside her.

The next day with a hangover on the plane I had to beat off in the toilet thinking about her filthy body and the way I fucked her and her friend. Maybe the dirtiest young woman I've ever met.

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