Monday, 11 April 2011

Natural disasters

On a cold December afternoon Beth sat at the back of her English lecture, flicking between attempting to take down notes and checking her blackberry for texts.. University wasn’t exciting to her.
“Shakespeare, what a pile of shit” she muttered under her breathe
As the lecture can to the end she quickly threw her laptop into her bag and raced to the door.
“Beth can I have a word” She turned to see Professor Dvorak making a ‘come hear gesture’ with his small stubby hand.
“Oh shit” Beth thought already fearing the worst..
” Can you wait for the hall to clear then I need to talk” the professor quietly spoke.
Beth stood there heart beating, as the hall slowly cleared. This wasn’t the first time she had been asked to stay behind, she was already on her final warning.
” Interesting paper you handed in last week Beth ”
” Thank You Sir” She could smell stale coffee and tobacco on his breath
” I wasn’t praising you young lady`” he snapped.
” You have already been warned once about plagiarism, and copying other peoples work…. Its clear to me that you are only here to please your parents and have no intention of working hard to gain a degree`”
” But….”
” No I’m sorry, its out of your hands, I’m taking this to the Dean and having you removed from the course ”
” Please don’t, if you do my parents will cut me off, ill loose my car`”
” You can’t change my mind, my decision is final, maybe you should try and apply yourself next time, Ive seen it all before! ”
The professor started to shuffle his papers into his brief case.
Beth, in shock started to panic, she knew that this was for real and that even though her Parents spoilt her rotten, this would be the final straw….. getting a real job was not an option..
As the short, overweight, blading man started to walk to the door, she ran over and grabbed his arm..
” There is nothing left to say ”
” I’m begging you, please don’t report me to the Dean ”
Grabbing his crotch, she whispered into his ear
“ill do anything, to fix this”
Taken aback, the professor not use to advances from such stunning, tall 19 year old girls nervously said.
“How……how do you mean?”
“Anything” as again she rubbed his crotch
The professor looked around the room in a panic, worried that somehow, somebody in the empty room would have saw then.
” Here, now ”
” Anytime, i just need to stay at the university ”
“ 07845 343222″
” Huh ” the professor confused, trying to make sense of his new found luck
” My number, 07845 343222, write it down. ”
Dong, Dong, the familiar sound of the professor’s grand father clock as it struck 9pm. Sitting in the study of his home, brandy glass in one hand, Beth’s paper in the other… he was in the middle of a moral dilemma… If his peers where to find out about him abusing his position, well it wasn’t worth thinking about… On the other hand it had been two years since his wife had left him.. Worse still for a man 20 years his junior..
He topped up his brandy glass, gulped the contents down and reached for his phone.
” I can make the paper go away ” he text ed
Placing the phone down, smiling at the prospect of running his hands over Beth’s firm 19 year old body……..
His phone beeped
” OK just once, promise it will go away ” read the text
” Yes, my address is 56 Glochershire road ”
” Ill be thirty Minutes ”
Knock, Knock! the professor jolted from his chair.
He walked to the front door, opened the door to reveal Beth dressed in a grey, tight fitting valor tracksuit and ugg boots.
She looked him up and down, and walked in.
” Nice house ”
The professor could already tell that she thought she had gotten away with her fraudulent paper from the arrogant tone in her voice.
” Drink ” The professor sputtered out
” It will help ” Beth said
The professor walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and reached in to pull out a bottle of white.
He poured a glass and turned around, only to find Beth standing behind him.
He past the glass to her, snatching it from him she downed the drink in one large gulp.
Beth walked across the kitchen, the professors eye locked on to her firm arse as she walked, only amplified by the tightness of the tracksuit.
She came to a stop at the large breakfast bar, looked down untying the tracksuit bottom’s draw string..
” Can we get this over and done with ” She said
In one motion she pulled down her bottoms around her ankles spreading herself over the breakfast bar. The Professor stared in amazement at the sight of her perfect arse,long legs and a tight thin white thong only just covering her perfect looking pussy. He could instantly feel his cock come to life at the thought of satisfying his needs in the beautiful 19 year old’s body.
With pace he walked over to Beth dropped to his knees and forcefully put his face between her perfect arse cheeks. The smell and taste of her firm skin drove him mad… like a wild animal he tore at the white thong….. with one firm pull he ripped the crotch clean in half
” HEY ” Beth screamed
” They where expensive ”
The professor didn’t care as he was already licking her beautiful shaved pussy over and over again.
” Can we move on please ” Beth Demanded
But the professor wouldn’t stop, he could lick her pink lips all night…
Beth stood up from the breakfast bar, reached across to hear bag, routing through she pulled out a condom.
” Put it On ”
The professor scrambled around trying to undo his trousers as quickly as possible. He flapped around nervously almost in panic as against the clock, in truth in Beth’s mind he was..
” Silly little man ” Beth thought
The professor gave up and reached down unzipping his trousers. Beth was amazed to see the professors cock fall out, thick, long and rock hard, she was expecting something alot smaller due to the small physical presence of the man.
Quickly he unwrapped the condom and placed it over his hard shaft.
Beth placed herself back over the bar spreading her legs, laying flat out across the top, she felt the professors small hands grab around her hips.. The professor almost on tip toes plunged his hard cock into her wet pussy, the feeling was amazing, as he withdrew and trust himself in again and again. So wet, so warm, so tight he thought as he pulled on the 19 year old hips…
Beth let out a small moan, the thought of the bland man fucking her beautiful pussy made her feel sick, but better than the thought of being thrown out of university…
” You like that don’t you Beth ” The Professor gloated
” You like my fat cock, don’t you ” the professor was getting more confident
” Just hurry up ” Beth moaned
This made the professor furious, smack! ” Ouch that hurt ” Cried Beth, the professor loved the feeling of power as he slapped Beth’s Arse cheek.
Still enraged by her comment, the professor reached for his belt. Pulling it from around his waist, quickly he reached for Beth’s hands, using all his strength he pinned them together and bound them with the belt …
” What are you doing?” Beth demanded
” Anything I like ”
The professor pulled his cock out of Beth’s tight wet pussy and stood back. Beth couldn’t get her hands free
“Let me go”
“I thought we had a deal, young Lady”
She then knew that she would have to take whatever was coming to her.
The professor walked over and pulled Beth up to her feet.
” Are you going to be good Beth?”
” Yes ” Beth muttered quietly
” I think your a cheat and a spoilt little bitch, who needs dissaplining”
The proffessor had a crazed look in his eye, Beth knew that she was no longer in charge of the situation…
He started to strip his clothes off, Beth watched as his middle aged, saggy body became fully naked.
Reaching down the professor ripped the condom off his cock
“I’m going to fill you with my cum, spoiled little wore” He shouted
He walked back over and ran his hand up and along the inside of her firm thighs, pushing Beth back over the breakfast bar, the professor pushed two of his chubby little fingers into her pussy, Beth let out a moan, faster and deeper the professor plunged his fingers.
stroking his hard cock with one hand and the other firmly inside the beautiful student he studdernly stopped plulling them out.. he tasted her juices.. ” You taste good ” slapping her arse again, Beth’s body wriggled.
“You like that Bitch?”
“yes” Beth whimpered
Standing behind her, he dropped again to his knees and plunged his tongue in and out of Beth’s tight pussy, Beth moaning was getting louder, She hated the thought of what was happening but was now becoming turned on, hands tied behind he back and out of control, she could feel the professors massive cock rubbing against her legs as slurped and licked at her pussy.
“What are you doing?” Beth shouted
The professor had moved up and was now licking her arse. ” so tight the professor thought ”
the professor stood up, pressing down on Beth’s bound hands, he took his finger and placed it in his month. He looked down as Beth struggled trying to wriggle free. The professor’s took his other hand and groped Beth’s arse checks, watching in delight as they wobbled for a brief second before returning to there firm appearance.
” Do you know what spoilt bitches like you need? ”
” No ” Beth said
” Ill show you ”
Then before Beth could contemplate what he meant the professor took his wet finger and plunged it deep inside her tight arse.
Beth gave out a scream
“Take it, little wore”
” You can fuck me all you want, but I’m not doing anal ” Beth protested
” Want to stay in University? ”
The professor still finger fucking Beth’s tight hole
” Yessss, Beth moaned
“Then your going to have your arse fucked, then……. Better make my cock wet ”
The professor rammed his finger as far into Beth’s arse as he could, then pushing the hand bound girl to the floor, he pulled back on her long blond hair and thrust his throbbing cock against her lips..
“Open” he demanded
Beth opened her pretty bright red lips and without a chance to prepare herself for the professor’s massive cock was in her mouth…
“yes” the proffesor cried
“Suck it little wore”
Mouth full Beth felt her head being pulled back and forth as she looked up at the man who she knew in moments would be fucking her tight arse. she wished she could reach down and finger herself, making herself as wet as possible before the mammoth arse fucking.
To late as the professor pulled her back to her feet. For one more time she was thrown over the breakfast bar.
She winched as she felt his hard cock probe her arse
” Be gentle ” She pleaded
” No chance ”
Beth let out a massive scream as the professor plunged his hard throbbing cock straight into her arse, Slowly she felt her arse being streched open, she tried to wriggle free, but the proffessor pulled her arse cheeks as far apart as his little hands could… Faster and faster he went,each scream Beth let out drove him to fuck her arse harded and deeper
” do you think your your parents would be proud? ”
” Cheating girls get there arse holes fucked ”
With one last thrust the professor, came hard inside of Beth’s arse, he shuddered as pure pleasure ran though his body. Slowly he rocked backwards and forwards savoring each second as Beths arse hole continued to tighten around his shaft. Beth still unable to move moaned as she lay still, the feeling now of being a dirty cheating student, knowing that she could get away with murder at university if she allowed her arse filled with 9 inches of fat cock… slowly the proffessor’s cock began to softened, he steppedback went to his knees grabbing Beth’s ankles. holding them apart he watched as his cum dripped out of her gaping arse and ran down into her pussy and thighs….
” Ive changed the deal, once a week ill need to see you here, nine o clock until you’ve finished university” He laughed

The Professor

Look, I said I wasn’t drunk, okay? I know what I saw on Halloween night. And what I felt. I remember the incredible sensation of having my pussy and asshole stretched to their absolute limits. Honest to God – although maybe that’s a poor choice of words, considering – it was the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen. When I recall taking that big, beautiful dick inside my body, I am not sure whether I should shudder, play with myself or jump in front of a train.
Have you ever let a guy screw you, and enjoyed the hell out of the experience, but wondered the next day what you were thinking? Multiply those morning heebie-jeebies by about a zillion, and you will be halfway to knowing how I feel.
What really sucks is that I have to confess it was the most mind-blowingly greatest sex of my life. I felt like I came from every single pore of my body.
That takes care of the shuddering and wanting to “work out at the Y.” As for the third option, well, that would only be playing into his hands, wouldn’t it?
It was my roommate Jilly’s idea for us to go to the party as each other’s date. We woke up under her covers together on Halloween morning. Jilly has the top bunk in our dorm room. My lower one usually is covered with books and CDs and all kinds of other crap, so we sleep together in her bunk a lot. Both of us are on the petite side, so there is plenty of room. Plus we like to “mess around” sometimes.
It’s not like we are lesbians or anything. Both of us are very into men, thank you very much. But sometimes a girl likes to be kissed and cuddled by another girl. Especially when that girl’s complete asshole of a boyfriend has just dumped her for a stupid, flat-chested bitch he met at a weekend kegger.
Jilly is a real beauty. She is part Native American, with copper skin and long, silky black hair. She knew exactly what I needed when she got home from one of her late classes the night before. I had left my bunk even more cluttered than normal.
“Looks like somebody wants a good licking,” she said, taking off her coat.
I blushed. “Too obvious?”
“Way. But that’s okay.” She put her arms around me. I love the way Jilly kisses. She hardly uses any pressure at all, so our lips barely touch, but that only makes it sexier. I ran my hands up and down her narrow back. I could feel through her bouse that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perfect little boobs were so firm, she doesn’t need one.
We got out of our clothes and climbed into Jilly’s bed. If any man ever touched me the way Jilly does, I would marry him in a heartbeat. She goes nice and slow, moving her fingers so gently, they wouldn’t make a ripple in a pool. She tweaks my nipples just hard enough, making them nice and stiff. She massages my mound for a good, long time before slipping a finger between my pussy lips.
Jilly always sucks hard on my tits when she finger-fucks me. I love the way she uses her thumb on my clitty at the same time. Getting her for a roommate was one of the luckiest things that ever happened to me, that’s for sure.
The girls in one of the rooms next door pounded on the wall when I got loud. I couldn’t help myself. Jilly was licking my clit and squeezing both of my titties at the time. I came like a siren going off. When we woke up in each other’s arms the next morning, I was definitely a happy girl.
She knew I had planned on going with David to the Halloween gig that one of the dorms was throwing. I already had picked up our costumes before David broke up with me over the phone. Our rented outfits were in my closet.
“Screw him,” Jilly said. “I’ll be your date. Maybe we can find you a new boyfriend who isn’t such a prick. I’ll wear his costume, since it’s already paid for.”
“It would be way too big on you,” I said.
“Hey, that will only make me look cuter!”
She turned out to be right. The costume David would have worn was a 1920s-style pinstriped “zoot suit,” complete with dangling silver watch fob, gray fedora and black-and-white spats. After using some pins to shorten the legs and draw in the waist, Jilly looked so good, I took a picture of her.
I was her “flapper” girlfriend, with a fringed mini dress that barely covered my crotch, a sequined headband, white stockings and ruffled black garters. The lady who ran the costume shop said my boobs were bigger than a real flapper’s would be. But she added, “I’m sure the boys won’t mind.”
So, okay, Jilly and I went to the party. And who was the first person we see? That prick David, making out in the corner with the sleazy whore he dumped me for. I felt like jabbing her with my foot-long cigarette holder. Jilly steered me toward the basement stairs before I could make a scene.
“A girl who lives here said they went nuts with the haunted-house decorations,” she said. “Let’s go check them out.”
The dorm was three six-story buildings joined at the corners in a “U” shape, with a basement that extended under all three. That made for a lot of rooms, alcoves and hallways to fix up down there.
It was dark and creepy, with lots of fake spiderwebs and rag curtains over doorways. Organ music with intermittent screams and groans came over hidden speakers. A bunch of guys had been enlisted to jump out wearing costumes and scare the crap out of people.
The decorating committee definitely had gone all out. Jilly and I managed to get separated in a cardboard maze. I pushed against one panel, making and opening where two of the “walls” were not joined very well. I squeezed though, planning to sneak to the end and scare Jilly when she emerged.
Instead, I found myself in a pitch-black hallway, feeling my way. I turned a corner and saw a sliver of red light under a door. I pushed that door open.
The room looked like it might be a TV lounge the rest of the year, but the light bulbs had been replaced with red ones. Plus there were lit candles everywhere, some really powerful incense was burning and the thermostat must have been turned up to “bake.” Whatever was blaring from the stereo was gloomy enough to give Trent Renzor the willies.
Sitting in the middle of all this, with his muscular legs spread and his outstretched arms resting on the backs of the sofa cushions, was a red guy with no clothes on. He wasn’t red because of the lighting. His skin was the color red, from his handsome face down to his bare feet, and including the big, stiff dick sticking out from his body.
Oh, and he also had horns, little stubby ones that curled up from his forehead.
Any sensible girl in my situation would have excused herself and backed away. Or maybe let out a shriek, turned tail and run.
But if you could have seen this guy, you would know why I stuck around. Not to sound shallow, but he looked like a prime candidate for “sexiest man alive.” He was so good looking, he made my pussy itch. Dark, curly hair; square jaw; broad shoulders; an oiled chest that was straight out of a body-building magazine; six-pack abs; and Jesus Christ what a cock.
Face it, guys: Any girl who says penis size doesn’t matter is just trying to make you feel good. Give any of us a choice, and we will go for the big dick every time.
The devil on the sofa had a red cock as big around as my forearm, and just about as long. Even though his dick was hard enough to be sticking up at an angle from his jet-black pubic hair, his foreskin still surrounded most of his swollen cockhead. His balls hung like two eggs in a red leather pouch.
I looked into his black eyes. “Welcome to hell,” he said. “Why don’t you join me?” He patted a place on the sofa.
Understand, normally I’m not a first-date-fuck kind of girl. Still, at that moment, all I could think about was getting this stranger’s thick, pulsing cock in my pussy. Maybe it was lust at first sight. Or maybe it was something more demonic.
I tried to act cool as I sat on the sofa. But my eyes kept returning to the stranger’s dick. I never had seen one that big around. What woman wouldn’t want to feel a cock like that stretching her open?
“You’ve been a good girl all your life, haven’t you?” he said. His voice was very deep.
I decided to play along. “Maybe too good,” I said. I wondered how he got his horns to stay on. They looked very realistic, the way they seemed to come right out of his forehead.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you want to be bad?”
This guy was too much. I couldn’t believe he could be so totally laid-back while he was sitting there naked with a stiffie.
“I definitely want to be bad right now,” I said. I batted my eyes, pursed my lips, and ran a finger down his bare chest. If he was going to be the devil, I would be the flirtatious flapper I was dressed as.
None of his red skin coloring came off on my finger.
“Are you willing to smoke the devil’s pipe?” he said. The way he was looking in my eyes, combined with the stifling room temperature, made me hot in both senses of the term.
I wanted to smoke his pipe, all right. I gave him a smile, leaned over and took his beautiful dick in my hand. I tugged the cowl of his foreskin down from his bulging cockhead. That smooth head was as red as the rest of his body, all the way around, even under the ridge.
I took his big cock in my mouth. Whatever he had used to color his skin had no flavor. All I could taste was his warm, slightly salty flesh. I bobbed up and down. His hard-on seemed to get even bigger as I sucked it. I was only able to take about half of its length. When I took my mouth away, that top half was still as red as the rest.
“Show me your pussy,” he said. His tone of voice managed to sound casual and commanding at the same time. I had the feeling nobody ever told him “no.”
I stood in front of him. I reached between my shoulder blades for the zipper of my fringed mini dress. I let the dress fall around my ankles. He made no move to help me take off my bra and panties. Most guys want to be in on that part, but he just sat and watched.
My body was covered in sweat. I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off, freeing my big boobs. I skinned down my bikini panties. When I started to roll down my white stockings, he said, “Don’t.”
He had taken his cock in his hand and was stroking it, covering and uncovering its fat head with his red foreskin. That looked so dirty and completely shameless, it made my mouth water. I was so turned on that the tops of my inner thighs felt wet.
“Come here and sit on my cock,” he said.
I stepped toward him. I put a knee on either side of his body on the sofa cushions, so my crotch was above his. He still had his dick in his fist. He rubbed his cockhead back and forth on the oily slit between my pussy lips. When he put his hot mouth on one of my nipples and sucked, I sat down hard on his rigid pole, taking the whole thing at one time.
I threw back my head and groaned as I sat there with his gigantic dick inside me. When I started hunching up and down on it, every second was like a climax. My pussy lips were stretched open so wide that my clit rubbed directly against his tool.
The curving undersides of his little horns pressed against my chest as he sucked my nipples. I felt him push two fingers up my asshole. I was on fire, bucking and moaning and yelping like a slut who couldn’t get enough. One thing was for sure: This devil was doing one hell of a good job of making me forget my boyfriend.
We must have fucked that way for an hour, me bucking up and down on his lap, until I felt his cock swell and spurt inside my creamy cunt. His semen squished out all around the base of his dick.
But he didn’t go soft.
He rolled me onto my back and stuck his huge prick back inside my pussy. He placed my heels on his shoulders, so he could fuck me deep. He pulled out long enough to eat my pussy for a good, long time. Then his cock was inside me again. The next time he pulled out, he shot what looked like a pint of cum onto my belly and tits. I rubbed it into my skin, then licked the palms of my hands.
He still didn’t go soft.
He turned me over so I was on all fours, with my butt in the air. He held my sweaty cheeks apart and gave me a rimjob that was so great, I thought I was losing my mind. I heard myself begging him to fuck me in the ass.
I think my soul actually left my body at the point when his red dick was balls-deep in my ass. I groaned with every thrust. I reached down to play with my clit while he buggered me. The I heard him groan. He pushed all the way in and came for the third time that night. I could feel his hot sperm filling up my ass.
He pulled his still-stiff dick from my asshole. I was so fucked out and tired by then that all I wanted to do was fall asleep in his strong arms. I was surprised to see him walk behind the sofa.
“I am quite sure that I will be seeing you again,” he said. “Sooner or later.”
Nobody believes the next part. Jilly says it must have been some kind of magician’s trick. All I know is that I saw a puff of red smoke, smelled something like burnt matches and all of a sudden my mystery man was gone. I searched behind the sofa. Heck, I searched the whole room. Nothing.
Then I fell asleep.
A couple of girls who live in that dorm found me down there the next morning. They assumed I had passed out after too much drinking. I asked them who had played the devil.
They looked at each other like I was nuts. One of them said, “We didn’t have a devil.” They seemed very annoyed about all of the melted candles in the room.
Jilly says the guy was just some smart-ass with red skin dye and superglued horns who saw an opportunity and made the most of it. She tells me that I am sure to meet up with him again. Sooner or later.


He held her hand as they entered the small confines. Their fingers entwined as they rode the empty elevator up to the room. His eyes were on the door as she watched the numbers climb. No words were spoken. No words were needed. She took a quick glance at his face and then looked down, seeing nothing as her thoughts took over. He had a talent for taking out of her comfort zone. He always made being together enjoyable and exciting. Tonight, no doubt would be memorable as he would push the envelope of conformity. Sometimes he was passionate and very romantic. Sometimes he encouraged her to be brave and daring. He always made sure she was satisfied; finding new ways to please her. She trusted him and tonight, that was all that mattered.
He looked straight ahead to keep from changing his plans. Her perfume filled the small space and made his mouth water. The memory of her skin was fresh on his mind; her texture and taste were all the aphrodisiac he needed. He appreciated her eagerness to explore her sensuous side. Her quest for carnal knowledge increased his desire for her. Their physical relationship wasn’t one sided; that’s what made it so exciting She enjoyed his body as much as he enjoyed hers. He appreciated a woman who took the time to arouse him. Not all women were comfortable giving fellatio but she did; she enjoyed seeing him in ecstasy from her touch and attention. He would never hurt her and tonight he would bring her farther than she had ever been before. She trusted him and tonight, that was all that mattered.
The doors opened to an empty hallway. They left the lift and strolled down the corridor. He took his key, opening the door for her. The room was bathed in complete darkness. They entered, as he secured the door. The luminescence of his cell phone gave her a brief moment of light. She removed her shoes and set her jacket and purse in an armchair. He motioned for her to stand next to him as he finished his text message. He pressed send and again, darkness surrounded them. His hand reached for her and secured her neck. He trailed down to her jaw and drew her mouth to his. He held her head as he hungrily kissed her mouth, her neck, her eyes… She grasped his waist as much for balance as to satisfy her need to touch his body. He didn’t pull her body against his. She knew tonight she could only receive his advances. Before they entered the elevator he had given her the only instructions for the evening. Her only issue was to welcome his attention with an open mind. He had a plan and she had to restrain her desires until he allowed her to reciprocate the affection.
From his back pocket he removed a silk scarf. He gently caressed her cheek with the smooth cloth. Draping it behind her neck, he slid it across her skin. She sighed loudly as he kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing behind her own. He held her head while his tongue danced in her warm mouth. Slowly, he retracted; her lips secured around his tongue. Once he was free, he licked her lips. Ever so gently, he pulled on her bottom lip with his own. He tilted her head upwards as his tongue and lips tasted her neck, once more. He rotated and stood behind her. She was slowly panting, feeling her chest rise, feeling the desire; the passion intensifying. He took the scarf and touched her closed eyelids. He laid the scarf across them and tied it off behind her. Turning her body, he took her hand and led her into the next room.
His kisses trailed down her neck and settled on her collarbones. He unbuttoned her fitted silk shirt. With each button, his kisses moved lower. She stood stark still in the darkness as he licked her stomach. His hands rested on her hips, his tongue at her belly button. As she felt his hands on her hips, his mouth continuing to explore, she gasped lowly. New hands lifted her arms from her sides. Sighing from the attention, her lover worked his way back up her body. His hands secured her cheeks, again. His tongue entered her open mouth, while her shirt was slowly removed. She felt hands on her waist, unfastening her jeans. Her moans became deeper as his tongue pressed forcefully in her mouth.
Someone’s fingers unfastened the button and pulled down the tab of her zipper. As her lover kept her mouth quiet, hands slid her pants down to her ankles. They guided her legs out of the fabric, one leg at a time. Hands glided on her legs as other hands continued to touch her arms and shoulders. She felt moisture between her legs and the building arousal. The hair on her neck stood up. Every inch of her felt electrified.
Her lover released her, allowing her a chance to take a breath of air. His wet lips progressed to her chest, kissing the rounded mounds of her breasts. Through the fabric of her bra, he rubbed his face against her breasts. Her nipples responded to the friction. Her areola began to contract as her nipples stiffened. Hands touched her waist band of her panties, feeling the softness of her hips. Fingers went underneath her panties in front, touching her lower lips. Two hands clutched her round ass, alternating a pull and release. The woman swayed from all the contact. Her back arched as he sucked through the lace. She felt fingers slide the straps off her shoulders as more hands stroked the inside of her thighs and lower legs. She shifted her legs wider. She had to reposition her stance for stability and access. She had never felt so wet and so excited.
He stopped suckling and reached behind her, releasing the hooks. He lowered the cups making her breasts fully accessible. Hands lifted the breast tissue and two sets of lips began to lick her nipples. She moaned loudly as they sucked and increased the vacuum. She felt his hands slide her panties down very slowly. Her sex scent was filling the air. He knelt as he lowered the fabric to her thighs. She felt a pull from her legs and the sound of the fabric ripping away. A face pressed to her back cheeks, kissing and licking. Hands touched her sides, her ribs, as the two mouths continued to enjoy her taste.
She felt his tongue flick below her. She was being held upright as he pressed his face to her mound, lapping up her juices. He held her thighs firmly as he drew himself tighter to her opening. Hands lifted her off the ground, holding her body spread eagle. She screamed, panting hard as he licked and sucked her. He used his nose to rub her clit as his tongue went deep into her. Cum ran down his cheeks and face as he drank her down. She was so luscious and delicious. Her arousal made her natural essence so abundant.
He pulled away, gasping for air. At that moment she felt herself being levitated across the room. Slowly, hands eased her to a bed. She felt fingers at her wrists and ankles. Soft Velcro fasteners were being secured at four points. She was drawn to each corner and had little room to move. She sensed the head of the bed being raise up slightly. Fingers continued to run back and forth, alternating skin and nails on her arms, legs and torso. A body crawled over her leg, a man, his balls and cock brushed against her. She felt the tip of his erect cock enter and retreat; two inches in, one inch out. Her lover was beginning to fuck her. She arched her back, straining against the restraints. She wanted desperately to tighten around his shaft and draw it inside her.
Four inches in and three inches out; the firm appendage was slick. There was no resistance. Wet fingers rubbed against her stiffened nipples. The nipples elongated, causing her to quiver beneath her lover. She was reaching her limit when her lover plunged his thick member deep into her willing pussy. His firm, substantial cock rubbed her pussy wall, as fingers continued to twist her swollen nipples. Other hands caressed her thighs. She gasped as her body contracted. Her back arched while her body involuntarily shook. She was in the aura of her orgasm. The moment felt surreal. It was as if time stopped and her body left itself. She knew other feelings were happening but her orgasm seemed to drown everything else as the wave crashed over her. She was coated in beads of sweat as her body came down from the rush.
He never stopped fucking her as she climaxed. It sounded like a piston was being pumped through her liquid. A loud slurp was heard emanating from her pussy as he retracted. Her chest heaved as his body advanced on hers. His perspiration slick thighs gripped her upper ribs. Transferring the fluid from his hard-on to her face, he painted her cheeks and nose and lips with her cum juice. She wanted to lick off his huge dick and smell his sexual aroma. She wanted to taste her sweet cum and his pre-cum with her face buried against his balls. Desperately, her mouth watered as she gulped down her saliva. She knew she mustn’t, not until he directed her. It was a game of wills, of domination and submission. There were consequences for disobeying in this game. He laid his swollen member on her mouth as he watched her reaction. She struggled for restraint but resisted. He smiled at her, knowing she had earned a reward.
He climbed off of her and kissed her tenderly. All other hands left her body. She was nervous not knowing what they were doing. Her lover reached behind her and removed the blind fold. Slowly she opened her eyes; before her stood two women and three men. Her lover sat in a chair near her bed. The new lovers were clothed but wearing half face masks as if they were at a masquerade. They silently came to life in an orgy inspired dance. Undressing one another, they touched, kissed and fondled each other; man and woman, man and man, woman and woman. The woman secured on the bed was aroused. Her breathing deepened and her hips rocked as she watched the promenade. They removed everything except the masks. Her lover repositioned his chair for a better view. The other men joined him, sitting around the bed, two each on the longer sides. The woman on the bed watched hungrily as their well hung cocks bounced in the air.
She looked at the foot end and saw one of the female lovers crawling towards her. Resembling a cat, she slowly advanced on her prey. She wore a deep green eye mask and stalked with feline prowess. She was very nimble and calculating as her body crept forward. With long strokes, she licked the skin of the secured woman. The man watched his lover’s body tense. As the nimble cat-woman progressed up the bed, she rubbed her nose into the open pussy and took several licks. She ran her tongue over her lips, smacking them as if she had licked a saucer of cream. She continued to prowl over the prone woman. She hovered above her, nipple to nipple, grazing her tit to the girlfriend’s tit. The men watched with pleasure, some stroking their cocks. The female lover took all of it in; feeling the cat-woman’s body assaulting hers and wondering if the guys were going to give the two of them a cum shower. At the foot of the bed, movement and body contact sprung more sensation. The other woman began to crawl between the four legs. Her mask was purple, royal and magenta. This mask had more detail than the cat-woman’s. This one had feathers along the top and sides of the eye cover. Like a hummingbird, her tongue flicked and licked the girl friend’s wet and dripping pussy over and over, again. The restrained woman arched and squirmed, mashing her body against the woman above her. Cat-woman rubbed her body against the female lover, as the feathered woman used her fingers to open the sweet pussy, exploring its contents. She tilted her head and tickled the clit and open labia lips with the soft feathers. The girlfriend moaned lowly, as the feathers danced in her pussy and the Cat-woman rubbed her nipples. The feathered girl teased just long enough to drive the girlfriend into erotic pleasure. Then, without warning, she dove forward and sucked the secured woman’s waiting pussy for all she was worth. This was the cue Cat-woman was waiting for. She rotated her lithe body on the secured woman and scooted her pussy to the face and mouth of the tied up woman. While the feathered woman held her thighs and pulled the wet pussy to her mouth, her observant lover leaned forward, kissing her cheek softly and whispered her instructions, “You must eat her, just as you are being eaten out right now. You must swallow her cum and you must enjoy it…”
The feathered woman had a small tongue. Her receptive lover pressed her pussy to her face, wanting to feel the softness and the difference a woman’s tongue made. Cat-woman had a ripe smell of sex with creamy cum running down her inner lips. The secured lover had never eaten pussy, but she wanted it as much as she wanted to be fucked by these two willing and sensual women. She lifted her head and pushed against her, licking and sucking, running her tongue against the clit. Two men stood, their hard and hefty cocks dangling near her face. They used their thick male fingers to open Cat-woman’s pussy thus, aiding the lover as she enjoyed her first taste of pie. The murmuring and moaning sounds of the women eating one another was so erotic, all the men were close to cumming. The man in charge of the evening gently gripped the shoulder of the feathered woman; her signal to stop. She lapped her last bit of cum juice and then slinked off the bed as Cat-woman lay flat against the lover. The two men assisting shifted the cat-like lovers’ body lower from the obedient and submissive girlfriend, giving her a better view of the woman’s wet pussy and the hole she had just enjoyed They probed their fingers in her willing orifices, finger fucking her swollen pussy and her ass as she humped the woman below her. Both women moaned their pleasure as the men spread the Cat-woman’s cheeks wide and plunged deeply into the fuck holes before her. The Cat-woman ground her pussy into the girlfriend as cum glistened from both fucked holes. Pulsation orgasms rocked the small woman and the girlfriend orgasmed with her, as both felt the power, the raw sexual energy Cat-woman emitted.
Slowly, the men lifted the spent woman off and now it was their turn to pleasure the secured lover. The three masked men surrounded the woman. Each took turns rubbed their cocks and balls on her face, her breasts and her pussy. Each one jerked his cock against her as the other two rubbed their swollen shafts up and down her body. She never wanted a different lover, she only wanted his cock. She remembered the time he had her watch. He and a beautiful woman fucked each other and all she was allowed to do was watch. She didn’t like that; she wanted to be the one giving him pleasure. She didn’t care how many lovers he had, but when together, she wanted to be the only one he needed. After he made the other woman cum and he ejaculated his sweet cum on her, he instructed his lover to masturbate. He took his finger and swept up some of his cooling cum, rubbing it on her lips, allowing her to suck his fingers. He wouldn’t let her stop until she came twice. Then, he sucked her pussy as the other woman pleasured herself. Now, three throbbing and well engorged cocks were in her face. She was hungry and from their tips she saw droplets of crystal clear pre-cum. She opened her mouth and sucked ravenously. Each man held his cock as her mouth searched for the object of her desire. She went back and forth sucking and tasting each man. Her tethered body writhed as she tried to get closer to the three hard dicks fucking her face. Each man held firm to her neck as he pumped savagely into her open mouth. She would gasp and gag as each choking cock dove deep to be deep-throated. As one cock would be shoved in her mouth, two others were slapping against her face, each man kept his member firm and taunt, ready to fuck at a moments’ notice.
Silently, the naked masked women released the secured woman from her bindings; her legs first and then her wrists. They removed the straps and once she was free her hands reached for the balls dangling near her. She drew her legs up against the ass of the man along side of her. She needed to feel him against her. She grabbed a cock, massaging the shaft as she took another cock into her mouth. Suddenly there was a loud CRACK. She stopped touching and sucking; a sinking feeling came over her as she realized what had just happened. The three men moved away as her lover approached the bed. He uttered five words in his command, “Roll-over-on- your- knees.”
His lover took in a shocked breath. She had forgotten his directive. Slowly, she repositioned herself. She brought her ass right to the edge of the bed, head down and arms stretched out before her. She was kneeling in humbled supplication, on her knees, with her ass raised in the air. He was going to punish her for her disobedience. He started soft and slow, spanking her cheeks, using an upward motion as his firm hand connected to her soft flesh. As he continued, it got louder and it stung. The blood rushed to the point of impact as her skin tingled, then ached and finally throbbed. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she did not cry out. She sobbed softly into the bedding, biting the covers when it finally hurt too much. He rubbed the swollen cheeks and kissed them both and then swatted them firm once more. Her ass was crimson as he moved away and ordered her to rollover. Surrounding the bed were her lovers, still in masks, standing hand in hand, watching her lover reprimand her. “Spread,” was the only word he said. She spread her legs ‘scissor- style” as he spanked her mound and her pussy lips. With each slap, her breasts jiggled into erectness. Her pussy tingled and throbbed. With tear glistening eyes, she gazed at his massive erection. His eight inch cock was throbbing. His three inch circumference needed to be contained. His eyes showed his displeasure. She was to only give him fellatio; she was to only suck his cock. He needed to show her why his cock was for her, why none other would ever satisfy her. Nodding to two of the men, they hoisted her legs to his shoulders as he fucked her with a vengeance. She came and he wouldn’t stop. She came again and he thrust harder against her back wall. She was in pain and exhausted but even she didn’t want him to stop. Her breasts were heaving fast against her chest wall. She moaned loud and panted out of breath as he arched his back, sweat dripping off of both of them. She felt the pulsation from the clit. She felt the orgasm deep inside; another orgasmic wave crashing against her. She felt hands place vibrators to her ass and on to her clit. She felt nothing but electricity flowing through her being. The speeds were turned to high and then she heard him groan a long and deep, “AAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She felt his hot cum release in to her as he finished his orgasm and yet for her, there was more. She screamed as fluid gushed from inside her. Once more, hands held her secure as she geysered liquid all over the sheets. She cried and she moaned as she writhed upside down against her lovers’ torso and legs. The sight and sound of her ejaculating was more than the three men could take. With her exhausted frame resting against his body, cum shot from their swollen cocks. On her breasts and stomach they squirted their cum, moaning their satisfaction as they released. The two women came closer to lick the three cocks as they retracted. One of the men took a towel and wiped off the semen from the female still lying against her lovers’ body, her legs draped on his shoulders. One by one each lover picked up their clothes and left the bedroom. The last shut the door behind him.
The masterful lover pulled out of his woman’s sore and well fucked pussy. He cradled her against his broad chest. He stroked her face, her hair, leaving little kisses on her. He had shown his dominance over her; he controlled her with his desire to give her ultimate pleasure. She deserved to be pleasured; she had so much to offer a man. He had to ask. “Whose cock do you want?” “Yours,” she answered weakly. “Whose cock do you worship?” “Yours,” she answered pulling herself tight to him.
“Do you really?” he asked doubtfully. She slid out of his arm, gently pushing his legs open to allow her access. She nestled her face against his warm balls and his placid cock. He stroked her hair, pulling it at times. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, with her craving and desiring his attention above all else. He felt his cock start to stir in her warm mouth. He smiled as she suckled and moaned against his balls. They both enjoyed the attention. That’s why they were so good together, he thought to himself, just as her mouth brought his cock head back to life.