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Tips for going down on a girl?
Don’t be a bitch. If you’re gunna do it, do it well.
Tease the fuck out of her before going in. Put that tongue away. Kiss every inch of her, except her pussy. Inner thighs, neck, lips, nipples. Start at her mouth, work your way down. Did you get her neck already? Good, now do it again. Build the anticipation. She’ll love it even more.
When she can’t handle the anticipation any more, go in for the kill. Eat that pussy like you’re on death row and it’s your last meal.
Most girls respond really well to clit stimulation, but don’t over work it. Some girls like it when you stick your tongue in, some don’t, so be cautious when exploring that option.
The best way I’ve learned to do it is to start off slow. Long licks. Cover all of it. Slowly work your speed up. Go a little faster. Every been told to write the alphabet with your tongue? Fuck that. It’s stupid.
Have her lay on her back, put her legs over your shoulder. That’s the one of the best positions for her to get max pleasure. It also allows you to use your hands. While your mouth is going to down reach up with your hands, grab her breasts, (some girls like their nipples squeezed when getting eaten out. Try exploring that option if she’s down). You also have the options of using one of your hands to finger her or rub her clit while you lick. If you get into a good motion of licking while you rub her clit with your tongue, I can almost guarantee that she will go crazy.
Think you’re done after she cums? WRONG. You’re not done until she grabs you by the hair and pulls you up because she can’t take it any more.
Now go my student, go and eat that pussy like it’s your sole purpose in life to make that girl scream your name, Gods name, and every swear word she’s ever heard in her life.
Max Penn is bummed out because he doesn't think he'll have a date for prom. He WANTS to go with Garrett Cooper, who's been a good friend for a while now, but neither his own, nor Garrett's parents know either of them are gay! When Max's dad surprises Max by telling him he already knows he's gay, and that Max should go ahead and ask Garrett to prom, Max thinks his dreams are coming true! But Garrett's parents aren't nearly as cool as Max's dad. Garrett tells Max he can't go to prom with him because his parents would surely find out and kick Garrett out of the house. Max is hurt so badly, he can barely even leave the house. Garrett, however, musters the courage to be who he is. He hates upsetting Max, his friend and secret crush, so he decides to tell his parents and see what happens. To his chagrin, they're OK with it! Max and Garrett have a blast at the dance, and wind up at Max's house afterwards, where things really heat up!! Since they're both virgins, Max and Garrett go slowly at first, even though their lust for each other is uncontrollable. Max goes down and gets a mouthful of Garrett's swelling cock. It feels even better than Max had fantasized. Then it's Garrett's turn. He enjoys slurping on Max's hard dick before flipping his date over and tasting his tight hole. It's pretty much the best feeling Max thought he'd ever felt! But then Garrett slid his fat, erect cock into Max's ass and it blew Max's mind! Wow, what an incredible sensation. Garrett loved how tight and warm Max's ass felt on his firm cock. Max used his gymnastics skills and did the splits while bouncing up and down on Garrett's pulsating boner. Once Garrett was ready, he let Max fuck him. Max pounded Garrett's hole harder than he had planned. The passion overtook him and he was lost in the moment. Join these young lovers and experience together with them a once-in-a-lifetime night of first-time, after-prom sex!!
"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽" Le Comte De Saint Germain x (fem.) reader
After a very michievious dinner, you punish your husband. Please do not repost, only reblog, thank you! Also, request are open for everyone! I hope you enjoy~
Today, he promised you that it would be your day.You would be his mistress and you'll make him "pay" for all the teasing at the dinner the previous day.
It was the first time after the days that you came to the mansion, that the other residents saw you that flustered.But they didn't know the Comte's hand was under your skirt, nor his elegant fingers that were inside your slick heat.They didn't notice how he cleaned his fingers with his tongue and it wasn't because of the food, while murmuring "delicious".
Now you were standing outside of your room.You opened the door and found your husband tied with silky red belts on your shared bed.He was naked and his cock was hard.Beads of precum were dripping on his thighs.
You smirked and rubbed your legs together.You strode over to the panting man, grabbed his member and gave a kiss to his cum covered head.
"Hello, ma chérie.How do you feel?"You asked him with a playfull tone.The greater vampire breathed heavily and he tried to get closer.You knew what he was trying to do, that's why you stood from the bed.
"What do you think you're doing, mon amour?Do you want something from me?"You kissed his cold forehead, making him groan out an apology.
"I'm so sorry, ma chérie.I w-won't do it again, mmmm...Do something!"He cried desperately.You leaned to his ear and whispered.
"Beg.What should i do, my dear?"You were looking at him inoccently and he let another strangled moan out.
"P-please, my sweatheart.Show me how much of a good girl you are for me."You giggled.
"But...i have to punish you, not pleasure you."You kissed his lips and pushed your tongue in his mouth.Then you took it out and you trailed kisses from his lips down to his neck, where you left a hickey, continued down his chest and finall, you reached his cock.You sucked the head and took it down your throat.
Le comte's body was shivering.You bobbed your head up and down, taking more of him inside your mouth.Suddenly, long fingers touched your hair.You looked up to your husband and found out that the red belts were broken on the bed.
Saint Germain lifted you from his cock and hugged you to his body.
"My love, please forgive me for my rudeness, but i want to ravish you."Quickly, he layed you on the spot that he was only seconds ago.He got rid of your clothes and opened your legs.
"Let me love you with my body.I'll make you mine all over again."He thrusted his hips to yours and he smoothly went inside you.You moaned loudly and moved your hips in sync with his.
The sounds that fell from his mouth sounded like prayers.
"I love you so much.You make me so happy and i don't want to ever let you go."His thrusts became faster, his pulse quickened.
You screamed from the pleasure and came on his long, hard cock, making cum as well.He pulled out of you and kissed your forehead sweetly.His soft gaze made you feel flustered.He smiled, cuddling you close.
"I love you so much.I think it's killing me, in a good way."You looked at him shyly.
"I love you too."You pecked his cheek.The man held you close.
"Thank you for loving me.I promised that i will cherish you forever."And with these last words, you fell asleep in each others arms.
THE END
RZ Michael Myers NSFW
Michael Myers NSFW:
I know Michael wouldn't intentionally hurt me but that doesn't me feel any less nervous, i mean can you blame me, who wouldn't be a little scared of a 6'8 tall and near 300 pound killer and considering i'm an 1 hour late and my co-worker flirted with me. I'm hoping and praying that maybe he didn't notice or maybe he won't be to angry but I know that's not the case. Michael is very possessive and over protective of me. If any man was to look at me or talk to me in any kind of way, they are already dead.
I pull into the driveway, I get out of my car and walk to the doorstep, as i'm about to unlock the door, i feel this dread, makes me want to jump back into the safety of my car but i push that thought to the back of my head. As i walk into the house, i notice how quiet the house is, it's quieter than usual, makes me even more nervous. I'm just waiting for Michael to show up. "Michael?" I call out. I hear nothing. So i assume that he isn't home, i felt a bit of relief come over me. I take my jacket and shoes off, and then walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. But as i look into the fridge i hear a creak behind me. The dread and nervousness i felt before came back. I slowly turn around, i see Michael, i could already tell he was livid. "Hi Michael", i said in a small voice, trying not to sound nervous but i failed. He had no reaction, he was a still as a doorknob. "How was your day?", I asked, still no reaction. He suddenly lunged at me, he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to our bedroom and set me down on the floor.
Michael then unzipped his jumpsuit, pulled out his erect length, and forced me on my knees. I didn't need him to tell me what to do so i got to work. I took his huge length in my tiny hands and licked him from his underside to the tip, i started sucking his precum that was ozzing out from the tip. I could tell he starting to get impatient so i took his length in my mouth and started sucking him gently. His big hands took a hold of my hair and he started thrusting in my mouth, me deepthroating him. I started gagging as his thrusts got rougher and deeper but he was to deep in pleasure to care. I was starting get wet and heated, i wanted to touch myself but i knew he wouldn't let me and i knew this was my punishment for being late and for my co-worker flirting with me. He then forced me to make eye contact with him, eventually he finally came in my mouth and i swallowed his seed.
He forced me off my knees and grabbed me by throat and looked deep into my eyes, it was almost like he was waiting for something like an apology or an explanation. I could see the anger and possesiveness he had in his beautiful blue eyes, even though it wasn't my fault I felt the need to apologize for my behaviour out of fear but also because i really wanted him to pleasure me and he knew that, he wanted me to beg. "Michael, I'm so sorry for being late", i said, apparently that wasn't enough because he had tightened his grip on my neck, i knew i would have a bruise by morning. So i said "and i'm sorry for co-worker flirting with me, i promise i won't act out again, please touch me daddy". One thing i know about Michael is that he loves when i call him daddy, it makes him feel pride and power. He then let my neck go and ripped my clothes off. He pushed me against the wall and wrapped my thighs around his neck. He started aggressively licking and sucking on my clit, i was so gone and deep in pleasure. I was whimpering and muttering out curse words. He then plunged two large fingers inside my pussy and started thrusting them fast while sucking and nibbling on my clit. "Oh Daddy, please let me cum" i felt myself coming closer while panting as he obliged and curled his fingers so they massaged my g spot. I then squirted all over his fingers. As i came down from my high, he put me down and he carried my weak and tired body to the bed and laid down, i laid my head on his chest as he held me while stroking my hair, making me feel safe as i fell into a deep slumber.
The Kim Line (M)
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jin x Namjoon
Genre: Open relationship, idol!au, Smut
Summary: Before Namjoon allowed Jungkook to see his girlfriend’s nudes, the Kims were part of her birthday surprise, being the first to see Y/n fully naked.
WC: 7.1k
Warnings: open relationship within established relationship, alcohol mention/use (slight), voyeurism, m. masturbation, size kink (?), rough oral sex (f. giving &receiving), fingering (F. receiving), dacryphilia (tiny) dirty talk, cursing, nipple play, use of the word brat (once), protected & unprotected Birthday sex, threesome/foursome, creampie/facial, spanking, marking/bruising, cock slapping (?)
Date Posted: May 1, 2019
“Are you sure she’ll like this, hyung?” Taehyung is sitting on the couch with his legs spread out while Jin paces back and forth behind Taehyung trying to relax.
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lovers’ fuck rule (m.)
pairing jungkook/reader/hoseok
warnings language | alcohol use | consensual objectification kink | blowjobs | mild voyeurism | oral sex with some assplay | sloppy seconds | indirect threesome | cum use | probably not for everyone
summary jungkook is still new to your established relationship with hoseok, which means he needs a little help feeling competent sometimes. especially when it comes to sex. alternatively, the span of a poly relationship over inaccurate amounts of fucking.
word count 13k
author’s note this is painfully indulgent, and I have no other excuse. I know some of you wanted to see my rendition of an objectification fetish, so I tried my best. please note that everything in this is absolutely consensual, and is specified as such within the plot as well. enjoy!
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rebound sex is one way to distract yourself after a painful break up…
pairing | min yoongi x reader genre/warnings | smut, oral, yoongi’s filthy mouth, minimal angst? words | 8,085
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Disturbed (Dogboy Hybrid AU)
Rated: M
Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut.
Summary: Dogboy Tae can’t get enough of the taste of you. No matter if it’s in the middle of the night.
Notes: oh look it’s another extremely explicit and shameless dogboy tae smut written in the span of like 2 hours lol plz have 0 expectations for this its just lame and 3000% vulgar filth
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The mere scent of your arousal woke him up out of a sound sleep. His head twitched as he came to, mindlessly sniffing at the fragrant air and when he shifted his legs under the covers, he was surprised to find himself already rock-hard between his thighs.
At first he was a bit confused, wondering why you were so aroused in the middle of the night like this, which ultimately caused him to become aroused as well. It was inevitable, the way his body reacted to yours in times like these. But he didn’t ponder about it too long because the overwhelming aroma coming from beneath the sheets was clouding his mind and setting his loins on fire, the smell so delicious that he actually licked his lips and his tail twitched.
He needed to taste you. So fucking badly. When it came to the sweet juices between your legs, it was like an uncontrollable hunger for him. Nothing could get in his way from having you. He could eat you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and still not be sick of your taste. It was so addictive, so fucking good.
Finally, he inched onto his side to get a look at you. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your brows were knitted together - the combination making you look as if you were in pain. But suddenly, your lips parted as a small moan escaped, making him realize the reality of the situation.
You were having a wet dream.
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Study Time
You lay back on the couch, your head propped on a pillow. Your legs were across my lap as I read an ebook on my tablet. Engrossed in your German studies, determined to make the most of your travels around the country, you hardly noticed my one hand gently caressing your legs. That is until I must have strayed too close to your inner thigh. I didn't notice the chill bumps raised in the wake of my wandering fingertips until I could hear the change in your breathing. The air passing your parted lips became more shallow and frequent, matching the pace of your now racing heartbeat. You startled me how quickly you rose to prop up on your elbows.
Turning to face you, I could see the glimmer in your eyes that brought a smile to my face. I responded to your wordless request by cupping your chin in my hand, leaning down, and planting a delicate kiss on your lips. There was a slight tremor in your lips that transferred to mine, a teasing parting that silently asked for more.
I put my tablet aside and reached under your back to draw you to me. Your weight shifted and suddenly you were straddled my lap, taking the place of my tablet. Now a hunger in my eyes matched that in yours. Our lips met again, unhurried, savoring each touch, lips parting, tongues teasingly darting in and out, gentle pulls on lips caught between teeth. My hands slid up the soft skin of your back, caressing you lightly, gliding beneath the cropped top you were wearing. No bra obstructed their exploration as they rounded your body to cup your breasts in each. My thumbs brushed over your now hard nipples, flicking back and forth, catching them in between thumb and forefinger – a slight tub, a gentle pull caused you to moan softly into our kiss.
Lifting your top over them, my kisses move eagerly from your neck to the fullness of the soft flesh in my hands. My tongue made sweeping circles around your nipples, flicking them from side to side, taking them one by one into my mouth, sucking, nibbling softly with my teeth, feeling them grow even harder against my tongue. Soon, the rhythm of my tongue was matching that of your hips, as by their movement, they had aligned my now-hard member straight up and down in my boxers to match your slit. Your grinding your clit against me was maddening, even through the thin material of your thong and my boxers.
Unable to handle it anymore, I flipped you back onto the couch, your legs now spread by the movement. Turning to kneel before you, I saw that the thin, dark, damp line in your thong betrayed how much you had enjoyed grinding against me. You placed your foot against my chest, not to restrain me, but as an invitation. I answered it by lifting your foot from my chest, giving it a kiss, then kissing your leg, inch by inch down its length, getting closer and closer to the treasure between your thighs, drawn to the aroma of your heat-inspired honey. Pulling your thong to the side, a sound that was half moan/half growl erupted from my lips as my tongue parted your pussy lips, running the length of it, gathering all your sweet juices that I could before sliding it up one side of your clit and down the other, flicking lightly the tip of it with the tip of my tongue before covering it with my mouth and sucking. The leg that I had kissed on the way down was now wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me tight against your swaying hips, forcing my tongue firmly in long strokes against your clit. I licked and sucked and kissed your pussy like a man starving for days finally given a feast to satisfy his hunger. I did not stop until I felt your thighs tremble against my cheeks as wave after wave of your cumming surged through your body.
I gave you a moment to catch your breath, raised back to my knees, grabbed your hips, and turned you over onto your knees. My cock was throbbing as I placed the tip of it against your cum-soaked pussy. You rocked back on your knees and took me in one smooth thrust, burying me inside your warm, tight wetness. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of you surrounding me before grasping your hips and pulling you onto me to match my thrusts. What began as a slow exploration of stretching and gripping, plunging and clenching, accelerated when you reached back between your legs and resumed stroking your clit while I fucked you. You came again, and the pulsing of your pussy around me caused me to throb and explode inside you.
So pleasurable was the intensity of that orgasm, that I had to close my eyes to counter the dizzying effect of my blurred vision. My gasping for air in huge gulps made me realize that it was so good that I had forgotten to breathe. Should I apologize for interrupting your German studies? I think not.
The Conference Call
“It's been a long work day for me, too, Kitten,” I thought, “but that is no excuse for you to be impatient,” as I swatted your hand away from my thigh a second time. I pulled a quick jerk on the leash across my lap and the attached collar pulled your face forward to me as I pushed my chair back and lowered my face to hers. “You touch my cock one more time and you will not be allowed your place in the puppy bed beneath my desk while I work, got it!”
Fear and disappointment blended in the tears that welled in your eyes, but it did not displace the defiance that I could see behind them. “Oh, is that the way it's going to be, eh? Do you want my dick? Well, you will have to earn it later by your performance now.”
Her eyes sank immediately to my crotch and watched me withdraw the object her desire from my boxers – the advantage of working from home. “If you can't at least make me stammer or lose concentration during my next conference call, then you know what awaits you.” Her eyes returned to mine, confident at the challenge, but also remembering my force of will, as well as the pleasure I acquire from the suitable punishments.
I pushed my chair back under the desk and began the next call. She immediately began the work at hand, finally gaining access to what she had been begging for with whines and whimpers. She began with dutiful obeisance, stroking me to full erection and teasing my tip with her tongue. It was good, but she could tell it was not good enough, as I answered calmly each question posed by the clients on the call. It was then that the change began. No longer was it because she had to, but her love for the act took over.
Her tongue swirled around my cock's head, brushing repeatedly under the sensitive tip. Moans began to rise from beneath the desk as she went from teasing to engulfing the head, plunging my cock to the back of her throat. Soft gags permeated the room.
“Are you OK, Jake?” one client asked, being concerned.
“I'm OK, just getting over a small cold,” I continued. But the pleasure must have shown on my face as he raised an eyebrow and asked another question while I attempted to quell my movements. Her intensity increased. I could feel her drool roll down the length of my cock as the hungrily devoured the fullness until I was throbbing in her mouth. Shad moved to position her pussy against my leg and grind while she sucked. Even through the thin material of her panties, I could tell that she was soaked. She gasped in pain and disappointment as I reached under the desk, grasped a handful of hair, and pulled her away from my cock before I could cum.
“Thank you, Gentlemen, for your attention and cooperation today. I will email you responses to your inquiries and copies of today's call. You will find them in your inbox before the day's end.” A few thanks and goodbyes later and they all signed off.
“Not bad,” I said, looking down into your flushed face. Obviously, you were ready for the verdict of the challenge, drool still dripping off your chin. “You didn't earn my dick, but I will let you finish what you started on my leg.”
Pushing my chair back, I reached down and roughly lifted her onto my bare thigh. She placed her hands on my shoulders and spreading her legs, alternately curled and arched her back, sending her honey-soaked labia apart, pressing her clit against my muscular thigh as she slid effortlessly back and forth.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I interrupted. “That gives you too much leverage. Makes it too easy, I want to see how much you're willing to work for it,” I said as I grasped her wrists from my shoulders and pinned them behind her back. “You can only use your legs, and if you don't work to my satisfaction, then I'll provide a little motivation.”
Her eyes watched my free hand move between the flogger and the riding-whip that I always have hanging next to my desk. I know she loves the flogger, how the cool leather straps glide across her skin before leaving whelps on the cheeks of her ass. But this is not the time for that. I needed a motivator, so I pulled down the whip instead. Placing her feet on the floor, she managed a good pace, leaving a trail of her juices on my thigh until I made it harder for her. Elevating my thigh higher by placing my foot on the rest of the chair, she could barely use her toes to rock back and forth on my thigh. Soon her legs were quivering from the effort. Her pace slowed until the felt the sharp crack of the whip against her thong-bared cheeks of her ass. Breath caught in her throat as the pain seared her flesh, but she knew better to cry out, knowing that that would bring sharper blows.
Even with the extra effort, her swollen clit tingled from the pleasure. A few more motivating blows and her clit reached peak intensity. She arched back, straining to press hard against my thigh as waves of tremors cascaded through her body and her juices flowed over my thigh.
Panting, she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing against me as she pressed her breast on my chest, her hardened nipples biting into me.
“Now...now may I have you in me...,” she managed to mutter into my ear.
I lifted her from my thigh, released her arms from behind her, and swung my chair back to my desk.
“I'll think about it,” I said smugly, “I'll let you know after this last call.”
Hunger
It was a lucid dream, one in which you know you are dreaming and can direct, to an extent the direction of the events. The male realtor was showing me around the vacation home on the shore, the waves lapping wetly against the breakers just beyond the sandy beach. That's when I realized, in that morning haze of thought, that I lost control of my dream.
As I was guided into the master bedroom, my realtor was replaced by a vivacious female one. She turned from leading me into the room, gave a wry smile, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Deftly, she undid my pants and latched onto my cock in the blink of an eye. A level of lucidity returned as I began to cross that threshold from slumber to twilight wakefulness. It seems so real on my morning wood – the warmth and wetness of that mouth, the texture of that tongue raking the length of me, lingering repeatedly on the base of my tip. It feels so...real...
My eyes flutter open as the sound of the waves transforms into the liquid pleasure rolling down my cock. I see your head, bobbing hungrily with your full lips kissing the length of me as you work to satisfy a need that you had not expressed with words. You sense the movement of my raised head rather than see it. Pausing you proclaim shyly, "I...had to pee, but when I came back, you must have gotten hot and had thrown off the covers. It...you...looked so good, I just wanted to..."
"Shhh, it's OK...I definitely don't mind," as I reach down to stroke your cheek. I slip my hand gently behind your head and press you softly back onto my cock. With renewed enthusiasm, you attack you task at hand as though you are starving for attention. Wanting to watch, I can't manage to keep my eyes open as I am overwhelmed by the intensity of your actions, feeling your tongue swirling around me, pressing firmly along my base, then lightly teasing my tip. You had entered the bed from the side instead of the foot of the bed, allowing me to reach out and grip your thigh, pressing my fingers into your soft flesh in reaction to your movements on my cock.
I slide my hand up your thighs, nesting my fingers between them, only to find that your enjoyment of what you are doing has evoked that sweet nectar from your pussy. I immediately pull my fingers back and thrust them into my mouth. Whether from the taste of your juices or the throbbing of my cock in your mouth, a long low moan resembling a growl slithers from between my clenched lips. Whichever, it signals an intense need for more. My grip on your thigh tightens and I urge you to move in my direction until your knee encounters my shoulder. Not breaking what you are doing for even a moment, you lift your leg and straddle my face. You lower to my face and my tongue parts your lips. Matching the rhythm of your mouth, you arch and curl your back, dragging your clit across my tongue, simulating the pressure you use when stroking your clit yourself.
It is not long before you are so wet that I cannot keep up with the flow, especially when you clench and it pushes more of your juices into my mouth. My cheeks and lips are coated with your honey and it spreads all between your thighs by our movements. You must feel my throbbing increasing in your mouth as you suddenly lift to a sitting position and slide down my chest until your hips are posed over my cock. You surprise me even more as you reach between your legs and, grasping my cock firmly in your fingers, direct me not to your pussy, but probe your ass with my tip. Pulling your feet into a squat, you lower your weight again and again until the tenseness of your opening relaxes and you take me in.
The moment you work me inside until I am fully submerged in your butt, you fall back against my chest, still using your feet to bounce your hips repeatedly on my cock. My hands now free, I cup your boobs, squeezing, kneading them, tweaking your nipples until they are hard and erect. I slip one hand between your thighs and join your fingers already at work on your clit. Our fingers intertwine and between us, your clit is massaged from all sides and on top, pulling back your hood and exposing your sensitive bud to our rubbing.
"Wait..." you moan as you shift your weight and we roll, still connected onto our sides. You bend forward and I hear the side table drawer slide open and I know what you seek. Even as you prop one leg up, spreading your thighs, I hear the buzz of your toy start. You arch your back, driving the cheeks of your butt tight against me and I feel your hips shiver as your press the toy to your already tender clit.
You allow me to take up most of the rhythm so that your movements don't disconnect you from the pulsating vibrations between your legs. You can't suppress your pleasure vocally as you shift the angle of the toy and it glides into your pussy. I can feel it right away, vibrating through the thin membranes that separate it from my cock in your ass. Sometimes you match its thrusts to my own, others alternating them.
Your breathing reaches a fevered pitch. You press hard against me, compressing your firm cheeks into my lap, burying my cock deep in your ass as you lock your toy fully inside you. It's so intense that I cannot tell if the shivers that wrack your body are from your cumming or the vibrations of the toy, but your muscles lock and no further sound emits from you until a quiet hiss of release as several waves of tremors pulsate through your hips. You relax as if dead, unmoving except for the movement of air silently through your lungs. The toy is still inside, intensely maintaining the desired rhythms awaiting its command to stop.
It does not come.
History Rewritten
The drive was in silence. The memory of my hands in your jeans pocket for warmth against the frigid winter walk. The offer to see my office was gladly accepted with barely a smile, not out of disinterest, but out of anticipation of finally being alone. Exiting the car after parking, I turned to wait for you. You paused as you slid across the bench seat to exit on my side. Our eyes met and I was tempted to take you right there, in the open coolness of the night, sheltered only by the awing of the driveway. “Patience,” I thought as I led you to the door, unlocked it hurried through the short hallway, turned right, and entered my work domain.
The tour was short, but I led you behind my desk. “This is the computer from which I message you every day,” was the only significant elaboration of the surroundings. You followed closely, your body facing me as your head turned to view what I was indicating. When you turned back, I did not hesitate. Pulling you into my arms was met with no resistance. When our lips met, it was like plunging into a pool of liquid gold – warm, but not scalding, sensual, and languid, like a swim in gently undulating waves of ecstasy. Skimming over the surface, diving into depths, emerging only to catch a breath in desperate gasps so that we could return to the swim. Our bodies melded together like a puzzle longing to be solved, compressing every bit of space into the minimal allowed to remain separate entities.
We parted and you whispered into what remained of the kiss, “You have soft lips.”
I was stunned. It was the first compliment of any activity, PG or NSFW that I had received in real time. When I had recovered, you had already moved away to the end of the desk to examine some of my medical equipment. I caught up with you and drew you to me as I leaned on the edge of my desk. Immediately upon feeling my erection against your bum, your hips started swirling, gliding smoothly up and down the length of me, capturing my hard member between your cheeks despite the two layers of jeans separating us. My hands slipped under the front of your top, glancing off the silkiness of your stomach to push up your bra as I cupped both breasts in my palms, eliciting whispered moans that worked like a siren's call. They enveloped my mind like a warm blanket, soothing the fire of my thoughts but not the ache in my loins.
My hands squeezed, grasped, caressed your flesh pressed against my palms, your nipples hard, begging to be tasted. I did not deny them. Twisting you rapidly by the waist, I lifted the top further and clasped one of your nipples in my mouth, sucking as though the action provided the only nourishment required to sustain my life. I would have continued, but the throbbing in my pants required something else.
Turning you again, you leaned your head back against my shoulder while resuming the massage of my cock with our grinding. You turned your head and our lips met again and we exchanged quick, shallow breaths in our kiss that matched the intensity of our dry humping. My hands drifted down to the waistline of your jeans, deftly undid the button snap, and nearly ripped the zipper in my eagerness to free access to your center. My fingers slid through the silkiness of your unshaven mound. They were instantly soaked as they parted your nether lips, wet with your passion.
Slow strokes on either side of your clit followed by covering it with tight, small circles caused you to moan into our kiss. I retrieved my hand and with the other, hooked my thumbs on either side of your waistband. You responded with unspoken instruction by lifting your hip from me as I pushed down your jeans over your thighs. A few alternate leg lifts and kicks and they were free from you. You wore no panties. While you were removing your jeans, I had undone my belt and jeans and duplicated the movement, though they remained entangled around my ankles. I was too impatient for what came next.
The first press together of our naked skin sent shivers stronger than the cold had evoked racing through our bodies. For a few moments, we resumed the non-penetrating dance of cock to ass, enjoying the sensations that were like tender shocks of mild electricity shimmering through our skin. You lifted to your toes, parted your legs, and captured me between your thighs. Arching and curling your back caused my member to glide between hour honey-drenched lips, the tip of my cock striking your now swollen clit with each movement. I held my ground, letting you use me as your personal toy until you wanted more.
Reaching between your legs, you grasped my cock, pulled it erect, slid the tip between your lips, and pressed your hips back taking the full length of me inside. I pushed your hips up and began thrusting inside your warm, wet, tightness, intoxicated by the sensations of every inch of your inside receiving me again and again. Another gentle whisper from you shook me from my revelry, “Let me work it.”
Thus began the lap dance that would spoil me from any other encounter I would ever have. The alternating motions were hypnotic. Swishing from side to side. Circles that stirred your insides. Rising to the tip, clenching your honey walls, then plunging hard, burying me to the hilt, only to repeat, each like a thrust of CPR, reviving a long-death passion.
How long we continued was lost on me as time both froze and swirled, wrapped in a maddening wish that it would never end. Sensing that you were close, you pushed hard against me and the movements became minimal as you stroke your clit with your free hand. I felt the clenching and relaxing of your pussy before the tremors cascaded like waves through your thighs between mine. I lost it, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as you milked every drop from me.
My mind was shocked to alertness as you were suddenly gone from me. I opened my eyes to see that you had twisted and gone to your knees. Taking my semi-rigid cock in your hand, you began to lick and suck our combined cum from it, using long, slow strokes of your tongue, swirling it around the tip, giving it a tender kiss before taking the full length to the back of your throat – and swallowing. I felt my cock grow hard again in your mouth and could not hold back my cumming again.
By the time my mind cleared, you had retrieved your pants and were sitting in the chair by the door, adjusting the jeans to put them back on. “Oh, no you don't,” I muttered, reaching you in two long strides. Landing on my knees before you, I spread your legs and simultaneously grasped the cheeks of your ass, pulling you to the edge of the chair. I did not wait for a reaction. My gaze following the sweat and cum soaked hair above your slit, I lingered on your pussy lips, opened by the pushing apart of your thighs. My hunger for you is unimpeded by cumming twice, I took in the aroma of your juices as my tongue drew a circuitous map through your lips, licking, sucking, teasing the tip of your clit, plunging into you and back again. I feasted on your ambrosia until long, firm, strokes sent you over the edge again.
Rising on my knees, I plopped against your bared breasts, feeling your breathing and pulse return to a reasonable state as we both recovered. We cleaned and dressed in silence, both replaying the events of the evening in our minds in an attempt to etch the memories indelibly forever.
They would have to hold us for a while. Too long, in fact, but never forgotten.
Ride
Straddling my chest, you anticipate the pleasures awaiting you. Your cunt is literally dripping as you lower it to my eager mouth. The moment my tongue parts those lips, a shiver wracks your thighs as it searches your folds, savoring every drop of your honey until it pushes back the hood of your clit and teases the tip of it with rapid light flicks until you can't take it any more and begin to grind furiously against it. Your hips swirl, prompted by my fingers pressing into the cheeks of your ass, aiding the rhythm that quickly brings you to orgasm.
You're sitting in the dry tub, anxiously awaiting my entry. You're dressed in my favorite maid outfit, perfect for serving me after a long day of work. Your eyes brighten as you watch me undress. A sparkle in your eyes replaces the anxiety as you see the last piece of my clothing hit the bathroom floor, revealing that your favorite pacifier is hard and erect.
Your mouth waters as I adjust the faucet and the tub begins to fill. Your pussy is already wet by the time the level of water reaches it.
Stepping into the tub, you silently ask permission with your eyes before taking my cock. I give a nod and you eagerly take me into your mouth. Your tongue circles the tip then licks it up and down. Your drool from your anticipation drips down the length of it as you noisily fuck it with your mouth.
One of your hands reaches between your thighs, pushing the thin fabric of the costume aside and frantically attempts to relieve the tingling of your clit. You gag, draw back, and wait for me to settle in the tub, then obediently straddle me, settling your hips into position. You reach down between us, seize me, and guide me into you.
We ignore that your thrashing against me sends waves of bathwater to the floor as we both surrender to the burning needs igniting our loins.
Yes, Baby Girl always knows what Daddy needs after a long day at work.
#macmystery's writing
Hot :3 hehe
(This is the sequel to "Kitten")
Kitten Squared
The weekend seemed forever in coming. I had not been able to get her tight little body out of my mind since Wednesday when I stumbled upon her masturbating in her room. It was even more of a shock when she invited me in and shared that spectacular body with me. I was eager to accept her demand for more now when both parents were away at my boss's conference.
This time no surprises. I am so ready for more, my mouth is dry in anticipation. I park around the corner. The neighbors are used to my coming to the house but would think it strange if they knew her parents were out of town. As last time, the side door is unlocked. I text her, "I'm here."
A few moments later as I entered the kitchen, the reply came, "We're upstairs."
"We're?"
I ascended the stairs, very curious. Did she have some boyfriend already here, intruding on my time? There was music, but not as loud as last time. No need to cover her "activity" with sound since the parents were gone. I felt the heat of disappointment and jealousy rising in me as I ascended the stairs. How could she have another guy here when she knew I was coming.
The anger of that moment dissipated instantly when I reached the top. The door was wide open this time, and no guy kept her company. Her "companion" was slightly taller than her, but Kitten was the aggressor. They both wore only bras and panties, cute ones whose image of innocence was shattered by their activity. I saw flashes of tongues in their passionate kisses. They were both on their knees, but Kitten had her backed up in a tilt with her hand deep inside the other girl's panties. Kitten's fervor in stroking was matched by the girl thrusting against the hand and fingers. A quick glance in my direction let her know I was there, but she was in no hurry to interrupt the intensity of that engagement.
I felt like a creepy voyeur, my cock growing harder by the second as I cucked the scene before me. Kitten broke off the kiss, leaving her friend panting and desperately pulling at her arm to return her hand to her crotch.
"Patience, Luv. We have a guest to take care of," she said looking at me instead of her. "This is my friend, Jen. She was free this weekend also and agreed to join us."
I mumbled something in agreement although I don't even remember what as they rose from the bed in unison and approached me. Kitten kissed me, not as passionately as what I saw, but teasingly as they both went to work removing my clothes. When my belt was undone, they both hit their knees and glanced at each other with a devilish smile. Pulling out my cock, they began to lavish kisses and licks upon it, taking turns taking it into their mouths while the other licked at my balls. They never stopped as they pushed my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them. Now, more naked than they are, they rose, each taking an arm and guided to the bed.
Aren't I supposed to be taking the lead here? I was so inebriated by their affections so far, that I completely complied with their lead. They pushed me back onto the bed. Kitten, smiling, straddled my shoulders, rubbed her clit through her panties, which were soaked by the way. She watched my eyes glaze over from lust as she pulled the thin material to the side and slowly, painfully slowly, lowered herself onto my mouth.
The rush I felt as my head spun when her delicate lips parted and my tongue was greeted with the most delicious juices I had ever tasted. That Jen had resumed sucking my cock was not lost on me, but it was hard to focus on each at once. When Jen relinquished my cock, sat on her knees, and lowered herself onto it, Kitten spun to face her, barely losing contact with my mouth in the process. They resumed their impassioned kissing while their hips swirled and ground in duality on my cock and mouth. I reached up and squeezed Kitten's cheeks of her ass as my tongue explored every fold of her magnificent pussy. In another coordinated movement, they lifted off me. Jen lay back on the bed and Kitten buried her face between her thighs.
Invitingly, Kitten was face down in her pussy, but on her knees with her ass in the air. I took the opportunity to crawl between her legs, grip her ass, and spread it. Her pussy was so wet, that when I pushed against it with my cock, it drew me in as though with a life and lust of its own. Each thrust of mine pushed her mouth firmer against Jen's cunt. Both would let out a grunt of pleasure with each one.
Like a well-rehearsed ballet, they shifted again, leaving me out as they lay their heads on opposite ends of the bed and their legs intertwined. Their movements were fluid and sensual as they pressed their centers against each other. Kitten froze her movement and spoke again for the first time in a while.
"Normally we like to grind with a vibe between us. But since you're here, I have a better idea."
She pushed me onto my back again as I was curious about this turn of events. They resumed the scissoring position but with their legs on top of mine. Kitten reached and pushed my cock upright between them. They then pressed their pussies against it and started grinding again. The sensation was unbelievable! Their juices quickly drenched my cock and they did not stop until my cum erupted like a fountain between them. Kitten burst into a laughter of pleasure and amusement as I collapsed back onto the bed.
After all, two kittens are better than one!.
I want to write my name on your clit with my tongue so you remember that you are claimed and owned!
Ride my tongue until you squirt in my mouth?
Yes, please!