the nosey neighbour 2

All day i thought of the letter that i recieved,my heart leaped at the thought of being a naked cleaner for this voyeur.i desided id take the job,so the next day i dressed and walked the street to the front door of the voyeur.my throat was dry and my head swam.my hands shook as i reached up to the door bell and pressed.it had a smoke glass front and i could see a figure coming to the door.my heart skipped a beat as the door opened and there stood my voyeur."your late"he said in a gruff voice."well you might as well come in now your here"he said.i stepped into the house and he shut the door.he walked past me and ushered me into his front room.i looked at him and he stood looking me up and down."right then boy,my names derick wots yours"he said."my names pete im here for that job you offered me"i said sheepishly.his eyes burnt into mine and he said"right ill pay you £75 a week to come in once a week and clean my house naked".he said quickly."ok " i said."there are some rules though" he said.i looked at him as he smirked as he said it."if i have anyone round when you comeover than you will still get on with wot im paying you for.if i find the job is not done properly than ill punish you,if your late ill punish you.do u understand and do you agree with the terms".he said.i swallowed hard"yes i agree"i said."good than we may as well start as we mean to go on"he said.i dont want to see you in any clothes at all,there is a hook as you come in the front door.i want you to leave your clothes there."he said."ok ill do that" i said."when did you want me to start"i said.he looked at me and "NOW".he pointed to the front door."go and put your clothes outside and come back here for a punishment"he said."punishment"i said ."well you was late boy,start as we mean to go on."he said."dont keep me waiting".i turned and walked to the front door.i stepped out of my trousers and underwear,my top and socks followed.there i stood naked in a strangers house.my heart beat faster as i entered the room again.he stood in front of me staring at my body.i could see his eyes looking me over."i want you to bend over that armchair for your punishment"he said.i walked over to the chair and bent over the chair.i could hear him heavy breathingbehind me as he steeped up behind me."six of the best i think" he said.i closed my eyes as i felt his hand on my left buttock.he held it there for a while before he raised it and brought it down hard on my bottom.(smack)arrrrgh" i cried as a stinging feeling took over my body.(smack)arrgh"this time my other buttock.(smack)hmmmmm" i bit my lip as my bottom felt on fire.he stopped for a while and his hand roamed my bottom.i could feel his fingers pass over my exposed bumhole."mmmmmmmmm" i moaned."well that got a differnt responce " he said.then(smack)arrgh(smack)arrrgh SMACK.the last one was really hard.suddenly he grabbed my hips and he plunged his face into my bottom."oooooohhh"i cried out as i felt his tongue lapping and probbing my bum hole.his breathing was hard as he pushed his face hard into my crack.my cock jumped to life as his ongue seemed to be loosening my bottom.he reached round and grabbed my cock.he squeezed it hard as his tongue pumped into me.my head swam as my cock felt it was going to explode.he spanked my bottom again and again as his tongue entered me.my cock exploded in a massive gush of piss cum.he took his face out of my bum crack pushed me to the floor in a neeling position,then released his cock which was a good 13inches long."suck it"he demanded as he pulled my head onto his cock.it felt huge in my mouth as he pumped in and out.i had to hold onto his hips and try to hold him back as he fucked my mouth.i gagged which only seemed to excite him.his pumping quickened and i was fighting to breath.his massive cock gave a huge thrust and he shot a warm jet of cum into and down my throat,i coffed and choked as he continued to release jets of cum into my mouth,he tookit out and slapped my face with it.he gave out one last groan and released my head from his grip."now let that be a leeson of what happens when i need to punish you"he said."ive been light on you this time,next time i wont be so nice"he said.now start cleaning my house for me,the vacuum is there and the duster there."he said.i shakedy stood up and started my house cleaning.i cleaned his house from top to bottom,dusting and hoovering as i went.after i finished he inspected my work and payed me my money."same time next week" he said as he pulled me to him,he kissed me hard on the lips and grabbed my bottom.i kissed him back as his fingers probrd my bum crack."im ganna enjoy being your boss "he said."now ill see you next monday 9am sharp""dont be late"he said stearnly."ok i said.i got dressed and left his house.i could still taste his cum and my buttocks burned .that was the first day i met derrick,the next time got much hotter.if you want to know wot happened next please comment.

Last night!

I had some fun last night with my male friend. We went to dinner, show a movie, and went back to my place. My friend and I start discussing about sex, then, we put on a black porn flick (very nasty). My pussy starts to get wet and moist. My friend ask me; 'Do you want me to eat your pussy?' I reply back to say; 'YES!' so, we begun to take off our clothes, standing front of each other butt naked, he starts to rub his hands all over me, sucking on my big tits. I can feel his dick against my pussy! Slowly, he rub my hot wet pussy with his hand, feeling all my juices. He put his finger inside me slipping in and out of my pussy hole. Can hear the sounds of my pussy popping on his finger. Slowly, I lay back on my bed spread my legs, I felt his tongue on my cunt sucking and licking me like a madman. 'OOOOOOHHHHH SHHHHHIITTTTTTT!' I shout out with excitement! I continue to shout; 'EAT ME JAMES! EAT ME GOOD DADDY OOOOOOOOO!' I felt my legs beginning to shake like a tumble. My hands were on top of his hand pushing him harder toward my pussy. His tongue is going inside of me, right up to my cunt, licking it like it was an ice cream cone. I'm fucking on his mouth as he sucking my juices. Soon, after he was done, a big squirt shot out of me like a water coming out of a fountain. As, he wipe pussy juices away from his mouth, I say with a smile, 'AAAAAAAHHHH JAMES, YOU ARE THE BEST!

A HOT JULY DAY

IT was a hot and humid day , and i couldnt wait to get home and take a cold shower , get in to my air conditioned room and take a nap. AS i was laying in my bed naked the cool air and hum of the ac unit , was making me drift into a peaceful nap. , after about 30 minutes my neighbor was banging on my door , wanting to enter , it seemed his ac unit just quit working and was wondering if he could cool off , with me , i told him i only had the one in my bedroom , he didnt seem to mind , so i said sure. WE went upstairs to cool off , now for the longest time i often seen him without his shirt on and his rock style abs always had me hard for him , ive been with guys and gals , but always enjoy the feel of a cock in my mouth and hand, besides there is nothing like the feel of a cock in your mouth or hands . I told him to take his shirt off , it might help him get cooler faster , awe what a stud his chest was glistening from the sweat and his nipples were getting harder from the cold air of the ac , i myself was was getting hard just looking at him , he did notice but looked away , i smiled a little , but wasnt sure if he was into guys or not , but at that momenent all i wanted was to suck and play with his cock . He was flipping through the channels on tv i was on my laptop , and one of my cam bi buddies chimed in asked if i was horny , and wanting to suck his big black cock , i looked at my neighbor , and he smiled at me and said he thought i was into guys but wasnt sure , i was a little embarrassed and shut the cam chat off quickly , he told me not to worry that it was our little secret , i was a little worried , that he would say something , but assured me he wouldnt He did want to see some pics of some bi guys and cock so i showed him some pictures and videos i saved , i could tell he was enjoying it for his cock was jabbing into my arm , he jumped back and apologized , i told him dont be afraid its normal occurence , i asked if i can touch it , and he let me fondle it through his shorts , i can tell he was enjoying it cause it was getting harder , i reached inside his leg shorts and was feeling it for the first time , it was so soft and hard , i asked if i could see it , he said he wasnt gay , i said i didnt care and it wouldnt make him gay if i saw it or played with it , i wasnt looking for anything in return , but just wanted to play with his for a while. HE said ok and let me drop his shorts to the floor , as they did his beautiful cock was out and free it was sticking straight up and proud , i was stroking it nice and slow , i was hearing little moans from him , that made me happy , i bent my head and started to tongue his shiny big head , inserting my tongue into his slit , mmm i was in heaven with this fine piece of meat, i started taking long slow licks up his shaft , taking his cock into my mouth as i swallowed as much as i could , i slid my mouth up and out ,slid my tongue down his shaft to his beautiful shaved balls , i took each ball into my mouth and sucked and stroked his shaft i felt some pre cum oozing out so i hurried and licked it up tasted great i asked him if he would fuck my mouth like he would a pussy , he obliged me by thrusting his cock in and out of my hot mouth , he was getting ready to cum and wanted to pull out i said nooooo fill my mouth with your hot cum he came and came into my mouth i didnt miss a drop an swallowed it all , he said his gf never swallowed and would make him cum in a tissue , told him with me i would always swallow i love cum and told him i often eat my own . IT was getting late he asked if he could sl**p here cause of how hot it was , i said sure as long as you dont mind sharing my bed , so we fell asl**p , him naked with my head on his rock abs holding his beautiful cock stay cool everyone and hard

The Coach's Tradition Part 4! Part A!

This is the 4th part in an ongoing series. This is all true. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the long night that Coach, James and I had, we all took a long hot shower, and James washed us all up and down. A few days had passed since we had come back from states, and the Coach and I hadn't interacted as much as we both would have liked. James had called me up a few times late at night and we would have some phone sex, but since we both lived with out parents, it was hard to find a time when we could actually meet up. Since our football season was basically over, our practices had also slowed down a bit, but finally we had a practice, and it was a hell of a good one. Our training mainly consisted of time in the weight rooms now that we had no need to work on drills. Since James and I were both seniors now, we had no real reason to even continue practicing with the team, as our season was over, and there was no next year for us on this team. There was on thing that kept us working with the team though, the Coach. Since our workouts were always high intensity, and the school weight room was pretty private, it wasn't uncommon at all for any of the guys to take off their shirts when they got too sweaty. It was basically just an extension of the locker room. The guys could do and say whatever they wanted in here freely, and the Coach was no exception. After about an hour of solid working out the rest of the team had packed it in for the day. While some of the guys were walking out, the Coach made an effort to speak loud enough and say "Hey Mark and James, can you guys stay back a few minutes and help me finish these last few bench reps" so that no one would find it suspicious that we were staying overtime in a workout where we were not required to be in the first place. The Coach was laying on the bench press machine shirtless, his gym shorts were stuck to his thighs from sweat and hiked up above his knees so that you could see his thighs. His short haired chest was glistening with the sweat of his hard work and his nipples were perked up. His arms were up in the air because his hands were gripping the bar and you could see the hairy bush that was underneath his arms. From feet away you could smell the stench that they were giving off. The dirty fucking stench of that hot man sweat. I got behind the bench and was spotting the Coach as he did a couple of reps. Every time he lifted the bar up and down I could see those sweaty hairy pecs of his pumping and flexing. My cock had started to get slightly stiff in my pants. The Coach had finished his reps and told me it was my turn to lift. As I laid flat on the bench, you could see a little bulge starting to form. I wasn't ashamed and I wasn't trying to hide it at all. The Coach went around the backside of the bench to spot me, and I could tell he was more focused on one bar rather than the other. As I finished my set I put the bar down on the rack and laid there for a second. Before I could even make a move, the coach was leaning over the bar and rubbing his hands across my chest. My shirt was still on but was sticking to me from being soaked in sweat. He massaged my chest for a few minutes before he made his way up to the collar and pulled tightly in opposite directions, ripping the shirt straight in half. Now with my shirt ripped open, the Coach leaned further down and started licking my nipples. Instantly they became erect, and so did something else. James was a few feet away on another weight machine just watching the whole thing unfold. Before I knew it, James had gotten up and walked over to the edge of the bench. His pulled his t-shirt off over his head and shoved his face into my crotch. I could hear his muffled sniffing and moaning from where I was. The Coach finally stood up from sucking on my nipples and said "Stay down". I obeyed his orders. His quickly grabbed the weight bar that was blocking him from getting to me and threw it to the floor with a crash. I tilted my head backwards to see what he was doing, and I saw that he had stripped off his gym shorts and kicked them to the side. I saw his hard erect cock sticking out from the top of his jock strap, and he crawled forward on top of me, moving his head towards my cock, with his cock hovering right above my face. The Coach and James both had their heads shoved in my crotch, sniffing and licking my cock through my shorts. I felt James' hands around my waist and I lifted my ass off the bench a little so he could pull my shorts down. My cock, finally free, and raging, sprung back and smacked the Coach in the face. Immediately I felt his large and rough hands grip my cock and his wet warm lips around the head. As the Coach bobbed up and down on my cock, I could feel James' tongue swirling around my balls and sucking them into his mouth one at a time. I reached my hands up around the Coachs waist and I pulled his ass towards me. His hairy ass cheeks felt great on my hands as I smacked and rubbed em. I moved a couple fingers towards his hole but despite his numerous poundings he was still too tight to fit into without lube. I brought my left hand down to my mouth and sucked on the middle finger for a few seconds. After it was soaking wet I brought it back to the Coach's hole and stuck it in. It went in about two inches and I felt a walnut sized lump in there and heard the Coach let out a groan of pleasure. With my finger still inside him, I pulled him closer to my face and with my free hand pulled his jock strap to the side where his cock came flying out and smacked me in the face. I grabbed it with my free right hand and put it in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock as my middle finger pumped in and out of his ass. With my cock deep down the Coachs throat I could hear him mumbling groans of extreme pleasure. As I pressed against his prostate gland I could feel his ass tensing up around my finger. I opened my throat as much as I could as the Coach began to move his hips. I pulled my finger out of his ass and he began to face fuck me. Because I was laying down his cock went deeper down my throat than it ever had before. His moans turned into screams of joy and as James had now started sucking on my cock, my muffled moans had turned into whimpers. As the Coach started to pump his hips faster and faster his body was starting to tense up. I knew he was going to cum. The last and only time I had tasted the Coachs cum was the first time we fooled around in the shower, and it had made me gag. "I'm gonna cum boy" he said to me now, "I'm gonna cum down your throat" "Fuck Coach no" I mumbled with his cock in my mouth, "I hate the taste of cum" "You're gonna fucking learn to like it" he yelled back at me. He leaned in closer to me so that I couldn't get away from him, his cock was pounding my mouth so hard I was starting to become short on air. "Oh fuck baby, here it fucking comes, i'm gonna fucking cum Mark" he said in ecstasy, and then he pulled his hips just enough so that only the head was in my mouth so that loads upon loads of cum unloaded straight into my pallet and all over my tongue. There was no way I could escape the taste. As the cum pooled up on my mouth, my taste buds kicked in, and the cum tasted different this time. It tasted sweet with a hint of salt. It was delicious and I didn't regret taking the load at all. ------------------------------------------------------------ TO BE CONTINUED IN Part 4 Part B! Find out how this one encounter ends by rating this one a 5!!

Becoming a Kissogram Girl Part two

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The Photo shoot and kissogram work to follow!!!!!!!!!!! ============================================================= Chapter 3 Dropping my bag's of Lingerie and some sex toys onto the bed in my room. I kicked off my shoes and threw off my clothes. Picking up a towel, I headed for the shower. I ached all over. Using that strap on was fun but had my muscles aching in places I never thought I had muscles. Even the cheeks of my ass were cramping through use. The hot water streamed over me like a natural waterfall and I drifted away into the soothing heat. It was Stacey's shout that brought me back from my reverie. I felt better, though the aches were still there, they were manageable and wrapping the towel around me I stepped out the bathroom and into the kitchen where Stacey was making coffee. "Well. Did you get the job?" "Yes!" I tried not to let her see the look of satisfaction on my face I felt sure she would know I had just had a group sex session. "Yeah, know something honey getting that job sure has brought life to your face your eyes are literally sparkling. Just like the cat that got the cream!" "It's the relief I think. Knowing I will be able to pay you back." I had to hope I didn't blush, as I thought yes pussy that got the juice was a fair description. She just smiled. Feeling less wracked with pain after my shower and tiredness catching up with me I finished my coffee. I told her I was going to have an early night as I had a photo session the next day. She just smiled telling me she was going to watch TV for a little while but would keep the noise down. Not that it mattered I didn't even bother putting anything on to sl**p in. Instead I let the towel fall and fell into bed literally falling asl**p as soon as my head hit the pillow. You dream odd things sometimes and have no control over your dreams. It was the same for me that night. I was in a large limo one of these stretch things though it was an odd one as it had an empty bath in it and I was in there with John Latimer, Jackie and the shop assistant when Stacey served us all large cups of a thick chocolate and paint brushes. At first we sort of mixed the chocolate with our brushes then Jackie painted a large strip across the pert tits of the shop assistant making sure she coloured in her areolas. Then she did the same to me, my nipples erected immediately. John made us all stand and painted all the women's bald pussies. The feeling I was getting as he sank to his knees and started to lick the chocolate off my clit was driving me crazy. Sorry it sounds weird and disconnected but that's how it was till the alarm went off and shocked me out of my dream. I knew it must have been a hot dream I was not just damp but soaking between my legs. How I wish I had more time to play but I didn't so quickly under a hot shower to wake me up and then laying out all my undies picked the ones that I not only liked the most but which made me look real sexy too. I was told a car would pick me up at 8am and they were dead right. Spot on the dot a large silver grey Rolls Royce pulled up outside our door. The man in uniform jumped out and as I got to the car opened the rear door for me to enter. I felt like a queen. It takes about 30 minutes miss, so if you would settle back I'll soon have you there. The seats literally pulled me into them and cuddled me. I had never felt luxury like this in my whole short life. There was no car engine noise as we whooshed along the roads stopping some 30 minutes later outside a big modern studio nothing like the little poky shop I had imagined. As soon as the car came to a halt the driver was around to open the car door and then the studio door. Inside the door was a plush reception area and a nice looking guy smiled. "Hi there, are you the gal from J and T Productions, a Miss Toni Marsden? "Yes." the butterflies were running through my stomach area now. He had spoken with such an effeminate drawl but showed a really warm smile. "Take a seat, Marian will be with you shortly. He is just checking everything is ready. There are two makeover people coming in so you get the best look for your photograph. I sat down just as a man and a woman came in and straight away started to chat with the lad on the reception desk. He pointed to me though I couldn't quite make out what he had said and the butterflies in my stomach were turning into sea eagles. "Hi! I'm Sarah and this is Pete. Come with us and we will get you ready!" We went into a sort of salon room and they clicked on the lights and sat me in the hairdresser's chair that was before me. She opened up her vanity case and he opened up a larger valise. They must have carried every type of make up and hair implement in their respective cases. It was decided that Pete would wash my hair again to remove the hair spray I had used and while it was drying Sarah was going to start the de- make upping of my face. It didn't take them long to get into it. Pretty soon they were down to the bare canvass of my face and hair so to speak. You have to understand I am from a small town, and have never had a make over basically because the cost would have been more than I could afford. So I had no idea what to expect from either the hair and make up treatment or the photo shoot. My nerves were tingling and my excitement was on the boil, these two people fussed and messed about. All of a sudden Sarah said, "Right we need you to drop your clothes off." "Isn’t there a screen of some kind," I almost shrieked Yes I know what went on yesterday but that was yesterday and these were two complete strangers. "Screen!" they both gave knowing looks laughing together and in unison said, "Honey we have to check your body hair!" The shock of what they had just said seemed to have me in a trance on the one hand I badly needed this job and on the other I was that excited still from my dream I wondered if this obviously gay guy was going to try it on with me. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than the feeling shot through my enlarged clit. As though hypnotised I stood and dropped off my clothes and with a look from Sarah even dropped off my thong. They circled around me touching and teasing at one point I felt A quick sharp pain and realised they must have removed a hair from my back. Sarah made me spread my legs and as i keep my pussy totally shaved smiled nodding to Pete. "No need to wax this then looks like someone keeps it really neat. " Sarah said, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm And just look how excited she is." Pete surprised me as he said that out loud. He was ofcourse dead right I not only had an enlarged clit but it was almost erect fully and coming out of the cover. Try as I might I could not get the events of yesterday out of my head and my legs wide with two strangers examining me did little to turn me off. In truth that fact alone had me horny as hell. Sarahs Hand slid to my clit touching it gently in a circular motion. "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Gggaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwddddddd. YYeeeeeeeessssssssssss!" Pete was commenting on how wet I was, then with out changing tone said, "Bet you can’t bring her off before he's ready for her!" "You're on!" Sarah said and her finger slid up inside me, She was gradually pushing another finger inside me. Me I was just humping what she gave me. Totally lost in the need to just cum. I could hear my pussy juice and feel it sloshing about inside me. At that minute I would have fucked anything. Then I felt Sarah's naked hips slip between my thighs. And what I couldn’t believe was she had a cock. Not some latex thing but a real mans cock. I was so confused here was this really good looking woman nice tits and everything with a near perfect cock below. It wasn’t massive but gawd how she could use it. I watched as Pete got behind her I knew he must be fucking her arse and the harder he fucked her the harder she was fucking me and now i was trying like mad to feel her shoot into me right up inside. Her cock about 5" in length was hammering into me as she moaned and then i heard myself and felt my flood start. The moan was close to that of a banshee and as my cum rolled out of my body she shot deep inside me with Pete cumming virtually at the same time. There was no time for afters. Just as they separated from me this tall, blonde muscularly man came in and hooking some clothes over a rail in the corner said, "Their in order for the shoot, I'm Marian and when your ready come through! Don’t take all day you've had your fun." I was shaking as I took hold of the first outfit a simple bikini, Skimpy and bright red. I had to squeeze into it to get it on and was so frightened to breathe too much in it in case I burst the top. I was so nervous either my juice or Sarah’s seed would run out and through it but it didn’t. I stepped through into a large well lit studio with a large green screen. "Come on haven't you ever done this before. Times money you know?" He obviously realised I hadn't done this before as I just stood there not knowing what to do. "Ok just stand in front of the screen honey, we'll but a background in later ok. Now then that's it lean forward we want the client to see those assets of yours. Right slip in and put on the next outfit!" The outfits were basic kissogram stuff you know French Maid, with white frilly panties and very short black dress; they even had a cheer leader outfit too. When the pictures where finished I was told to wait to take them to John at the office. Doesn't waiting become a pain; it felt like hours but really was just about 45 minutes and he gave me a large sealed envelope. "He's expecting you so go straight there!" I went outside the Roller was still there and the chauffeur jumped straight out and opened the door. The driver explained it was because he wanted me out and working as soon as he could but hell I could get used to driving around in one of these. Jackie was at the reception desk when i went in and told me to go through with a big smile and a wink. I was really going to like this job. John took the envelope and flicked through the photo's and suddenly said, "Ok you’re finished for the day. Go home and I'll pick you up at 7pm wear a nice dress. We are going to shadow one of the girls so you can see how we work okay!" "Yes, I'll be ready!" I knew by the smile he was happy with the photos now all I had to do was learn how to be a kissogram. Nothing to it, I hoped so with a mixture of juices running into my thong I left for home needing a shower and something to eat!

mother traing

visit on www.papahaxx.com website to see top rated stories like these I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her. Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going to know it. In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We fought about everything. We fought about money and sex and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We fought about the house and the cars and the bills and my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex. Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a civil word for the other. I would like to be able to say that our problems were entirely my husband's fault. That would not be accurate. I realized even while it was happening that it was mostly my fault. Not entirely. But mostly. I can't tell you why I made no effort to even meet him half way. It isn't that I didn't love him anymore. I still love him and I think that he still loves me. We just couldn't stay in the same house any longer. I have to admit that I have nearly spent us into the poorhouse. I must be one of those compulsive shoppers. I spent more money than we had every month and the more my husband yelled at me about it the more I spent. As for the sex, I have never been very fond of sex. It always seemed so dirty, so demeaning. In the beginning I kept my feelings to myself and did what I could to make it pleasurable for my husband. But soon after our daughter was born I lost all interest and it became more difficult to allow myself to be used that way. And long before our relationship had devolved into a good imitation of the warm up to a bout of professional wrestling I had become untouchable. I have to admit though that once the sex stopped altogether it was a relief for me. I miss having a man around sometimes. I miss being held and having someone to cuddle up to. But I don't miss the sex. After a particularly loud and mean spirited argument one evening I insisted that my husband leave and not come back. The second thoughts didn't start until he had been gone for a few days. We both have lawyers now. We are going through what they call a trial separation. Our daughter is staying with me but she blames me for the breakup. We are only just barely able to be in the same room long enough to eat dinner. Lori is two months away from turning sixteen. She is a beautiful girl in the body of a beautiful young woman. She is intelligent but far too headstrong. Her resentment since I threw her dad out has begun to fester into open hostility. That hostility has lead to fights that are reminiscent of the arguments that I was having with her father before he left. She has become all but unmanageable. She has started to dress like a slut and on several occasions I have caught her sneaking back into the house after midnight. If I didn't need the c***d support money that I'm getting from her father I'd send her off to live with him. Unfortunately my job doesn't pay well enough to support my shopping habits without the extra money I get from him. I am only thirty-two and I'm not ready to let myself go. I have a great figure and it is important to me that I dress well and that my wardrobe is stylish and current. My job as a secretary isn't the most satisfying or high paying job but it was the best that I could do when I started working after Lori entered the fourth grade. Since I didn't finished high school and I had never worked before I was pretty darned lucky to get that job. I finally heard a noise at the front door and I heard my daughter sneaking in. I was all ready to start yelling at Lori. I didn't know what else I could do to punish her. She was already grounded but she ignored that. I had taken away her cell phone but she bought another with her own money. I have no idea where she got the money. I waited for Lori to come in so I could let her have it but she didn't. I heard noises from just inside the front door and I realized that she was with a boy and that they were making out by the door. I lost it. I stormed through the living room and into the foyer and when I saw the boy she was with I started screaming at them. Boy! Young man was more like it. He looked like he must surely be in his twenties. It was hard to tell though. I'm not that familiar with black people. It was hard for me to judge. This young black man had his arms around my fifteen year old daughter! His hands were on her backside and they were kissing, if you can call it that. It looked like they were trying to swallow each other! It was the most disgusting thing that I had ever seen. I shrieked at them. I grabbed Lori's arm and jerked her away from that a****l and when he turned to face me I slapped him as hard as I could. I screamed at him to leave my house immediately and demanded that he never speak to my daughter again. He stood there rubbing his cheek with his hand. He was glowering at me and towering over me. I suddenly was struck by just how large he was. He was at least six feet tall, probably a couple inches taller than that. He must have weighed well over two hundred pounds and there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a dark t-shirt and his muscles stuck out all over the place. His arms were huge. Still, despite his rather amazing physique and his advanced age relative to my daughter, I was not yet aware of the peril I was in. I was in my house and he was the young man sneaking my daughter home at midnight. I was the mother and I was in charge. It wasn't until I saw the look in his eyes that I started to feel uncomfortable. He dropped his hand from his cheek and I saw the fury in his face and I realized at last that I was not in control here. I tried to bluff. I yelled at him to get out before I called the police. When this threat elicited nothing but a sneer from him I knew that I was in trouble. I was just about to yell at him again, to demand that he leave. Before I could open my mouth Lori pulled her arm out of my grip and in a disturbingly quiet, calm, somewhat mocking voice she said, "Mother, I would like you to meet Kevin. He is my boyfriend. I guess you probably got that impression when you saw us." Kevin and I were staring at each other in a battle of wills that I was starting to feel myself losing. We stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he said, "I am going to overlook what you just did because I realize that you don't know any better. But you are going to experience a lot of pain if you are not a fast learner bitch. You don't ever hit me. You don't hit any man. You don't every raise your voice to me. You do not raise your voice to any man. Your daughter was right. You need to learn your place in the world just like she did." I gasped loudly and exploded, "BITCH! Don't you dare come into my house and call me a name. How dare you! Get out! Get out this moment!" The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor holding my face and gasping for breath. He had hit me! No one had ever hit me before. Never! Not once in thirty-two years had anyone ever raised a hand to me. I was too shocked to even cry! I sprang to my feet with the idea of attacking him and scratching his eyes out but somehow I found myself back on the floor rubbing my other cheek. I never even saw him move his arm! I screamed and jumped up again and the next thing that I knew he had my arm twisted up behind my back and he was holding a handful of my hair and I was powerless. Kevin slowly lifted my arm higher behind my back until I stopped struggling. I started to scream at him to release me but as soon as the first syllable left my lips he lifted my arm even further and my scream turned into a cry of pain. When I was finally subdued he pulled me close and calmly said, "You were warned bitch. Now you are going to have to be punished." He turned to Lori and said, "I need some rope. Do you have any?" Lori, as calm as can be, replied, "I think there is some in the garage. I'll get it." As she turned away I called out, "Lori! What..." That was as far as I got before Kevin lifted my arm and cut me off. He leaned forward and with his lips right at my ear he said, "Hush bitch. You are finally going to learn your place. It is a shame that people have spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch." I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly but I think that I was crying more from the frustration I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else. I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me, to take his lips off of me. The nerve of this young man! But until he turned me loose I didn't dare make a sound. I was feeling so violated. I was violated by his very presence in my home. But now, to be held helpless while he brazenly kissed my neck! My god! This verged on being ****! ****! As soon as the word flashed through my mind I shuddered. Surely he wouldn't! My daughter was here. He was her boyfriend. No. He wouldn't try that. As if he was reading my mind the hand that was holding my hair in its firm grip suddenly released me. Kevin still had my arm twisted up behind my back and I could not move. But his free hand now came to rest on my shoulder before sliding down to cup my breast. I struggled for only a second before the increasing pressure on my arm f***ed me to stand still as this young black man who had come into my home and effortlessly overpowered me gently but boldly began to caress my breast through my blouse and bra. I moaned as the horror of the situation I was in finally began to sink into my brain. I don't know if Kevin mistook my moan for something that it wasn't or if he was just being facetious when he leaned his head down and whispered, "Be patient you sweet little bitch. First I have to punish you. Then will come the pleasure." I shook my head violently and in not much more than a loud whisper I said, "No! No you can't!" In response his tongue came out and lapped at my cheek like a dog might. Then he chuckled and said, "You will learn bitch. Soon you will learn not to say no. You do not ever say no. Not to me, not to any man. I'm going to teach you. I suspect that it will be a painful lesson for you. But you will learn. Your daughter has learned. She is much happier now. You will be much happier once you have learned your place." Lori came back into the foyer with her hands full of rope. She saw her boyfriend's hand on my breast and smiled. I knew that she resented me but how could she countenance this?! Her boyfriend was going to punish me and then **** me! Surely she didn't approve! Kevin guided me into the living room and ordered Lori to turn the lights on. Once the lights had been turned on he looked around but apparently he wasn't satisfied with what he saw. He took a piece of rope from Lori and tied my arms behind my back. He looped it up around my neck before he tied it off so that I had to hold my arms up behind my back at an unnatural and uncomfortable angle to keep from choking myself. He tied that rope off and then tied my ankles together. He stood up when my ankles were secure and said, "I want you to wait right there bitch. Don't move, don't speak." He turned and headed for the garage. I was too terrified to just stand there. I had begun to realize that I was in no position to make demands. I was f***ed to plead. I pleaded with Kevin to let me go. Or at least I tried. I started to. As soon as I opened my mouth he turned around and scowled fiercely. He stepped back over to where I stood helplessly bound in the middle of the room and as if he were speaking to a misbehaving c***d he said, "You just don't listen very well do you bitch? Did you not hear me just now? Did you not hear me say 'don't speak'? You may be more difficult to train than I thought." He turned to Lori then and said, "Give me your underwear." I watched in dismay as Lori reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She handed them to Kevin. He wadded them up and turned back to me and said, "Open your mouth bitch." I stared at him aghast. It was obvious what he planned. There was no way that I could allow him to put my daughter's soiled underwear in my mouth. I just couldn't! He shook his head and grabbed a handful of my hair again. He twisted and pulled on my hair and when I screamed in pain he shoved my daughter's panties into my mouth. I heard her giggle as she watched him torment me and that made my despair at this horrible situation just that much deeper. I struggled to push the panties out of my mouth with my tongue and when I did I made another horrible discovery. My daughter had had sex tonight! This man had had intercourse with my young daughter! The evidence was now resting on my tongue. As soon as I realized it I began to gag and when I did Kevin slapped me again. I looked up at him and he brought his face right down to mine. He smiled and said, "If you throw up you might drown. I would be sorry if that happened. I am really looking forward to training you. So please control yourself bitch." I managed to control the urge to vomit. It was difficult. But I didn't want to drown in my own vomit. As Kevin turned and walked away I looked at Lori. I pleaded with my eyes. I knew we had our problems. But how could she allow anyone to treat her mother this way?! Lori smiled sweetly and moved closer to me. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek and said, "Don't worry mother. Once you are trained you will be so much happier. You just need to learn how to please a man. Kevin is going to make your life so much easier. And wait until you see his big, beautiful cock. You're going to love it. And not just him mother, he has a lot of friends with big, black cocks. Once you have been trained you are going to be so much happier. You'll have something to occupy your time besides spending daddy into bankruptcy. Sex is a lot more fun than shopping mom. You'll see." I shuddered in revulsion. I couldn't believe that this girl was my daughter. I didn't know her at all! She wasn't just allowing her boyfriend to torture and **** her mother. She was taking pleasure from it! Kevin came back from the garage and climbed up onto the coffee table. I watched as he tapped on the ceiling looking for a beam. When the sound told him that he had located a beam he screwed a large hook into the ceiling. When it was firmly in place he climbed down and moved the coffee table out of the way. He pulled me closer and when I was standing under the hook he braided a length of rope into my hair and looped it through the hook in the ceiling. He pulled it taut and tied it off with no slack at all. The slightest movement pulled painfully at my hair. When he was satisfied he untied my ankles and stepped back to examine me. He seemed pleased with his handiwork, judging by the smile on his face. He stepped closer once more and said, "Now to get you ready." He reached out and began to shred my clothing with his bare hands. He gripped the front of my blouse and tore it apart. Buttons flew all over the room. The v******e of his actions only added to my steadily building terror. He pushed my blouse down my arms and allowed it to d**** over the ropes that secured my wrists. His large hand came up and reached between my breasts. I saw his muscles bulge as he jerked on my bra. The pain in my shoulders and back before the surprisingly strong garment let go caused me to cry out into the nylon panties still stuffed into my mouth. But this strong young man would not be denied and in seconds my bra was hanging at my waist and my breasts were exposed. I had always been very self-conscious about my body, especially my small breasts. Well, they weren't that small now. Until I became pregnant I was just barely a B cup. After Lori was born they had grown to a C cup. They had gotten slightly smaller when my body recovered from c***dbirth but not much and I was happier with them now. But I was not in the habit of showing them around. The only people who had seen my breasts were my husband and my OBGYN. The only two places that I was ever nude were in the bathroom and the bedroom, and not that often in the bedroom. I had never really been that comfortable with my husband seeing me undressed. He complained about it at first but that was the way that I was raised. There was nothing wrong with being proper. Now this...this rapist that my daughter was dating was tearing my clothes off and I could do nothing but allow it. I had never been so humiliated in my life! Kevin stood back and examined my breasts and smiled. He was obviously pleased. He turned to Lori and said, "Go out to my car and get my camera out of the trunk. I want some pictures of this." Lori spun around and hurried from the room as her boyfriend reached out and cupped my breasts in his hands. His hands seemed huge as they enveloped my breasts. He leaned down and one at a time he took each of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted desperately to pull away from him but every move I made pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my eyes and tried to control the terror that was building up inside of me. I was going to be ****d. I had always been very careful and I had been reasonably certain that I would never fall victim to this particularly heinous crime. I had always been convinced that most of those women who were ****d were at least in part responsible for their own fate. They had undoubtedly dressed inappropriately and placed themselves in a dangerous situation. I never made those mistakes. Now I was going to be ****d in my own home and my daughter was an accomplice! It was just too horrible to contemplate. I heard my daughter come back in and as her vile boyfriend continued suckling on my breasts she began to move around us taking pictures. After she had taken a dozen pictures he stepped back and took the camera from her. He took several pictures of my naked breasts and then he ordered her to finish undressing me. I could only groan in helplessness as I felt Lori move up behind me and unfasten my skirt. Kevin continued taking pictures as my daughter removed my skirt. He laughed when my skirt was around my ankles and made fun of my "granny panties" as Lori hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly slid them off of me. Kevin took more pictures as Lori slid my panties down. When I was naked he lowered the camera and they stood together and made fun of my full bush of pubic hair. He stepped closer and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and as he pulled painfully he chuckled and asked, "Damn bitch! Don't you ever trim this shit?!" I just stood there crying. What else could I do? Kevin took a knife out of his pocket and ordered Lori to finish removing my blouse and my bra. When they were gone he took a few more pictures and then he handed the camera back to Lori and said, "I'm going to punish her now. I wish I had brought my movie camera." Lori volunteered, "We have one. Do you want me to get it?" Kevin nodded and asked, "Do you have a tripod?" Lori nodded and ran out of the room. While she was gone her boyfriend began exploring my body with his large hands. I felt so dirty as he slid his fingers through my exposed pubic region and then went behind me and explored the area between my buttocks that had never been touched by a man. His large finger pressed against my anus and he said, "I don't even have to ask. I know there has never been a cock in here. I bet you've never sucked a cock either, have you bitch? The amount of cherries I'm getting from you and your daughter are really starting to add up. I popped her cherry pussy and her cherry ass and her cherry mouth. Now I'm going to pop your cherry ass and your cherry mouth. And I bet your cunt is so tight it's just like a cherry. A bitch as uptight as you are has never been broken in right. But don't worry bitch. By the time I invite my friends over to fuck you, you are going to fuck and suck like a pro." My mind was reeling. What kind of monster was this man?! How did my daughter fall into his clutches?! How long has he been molesting her? Kevin's fingers moved out from between my buttocks and caressed them before he moved back around and cupped my pubic mound. He smiled and said, "Before I fuck you that hair is going to have to go bitch. You look like a fucking sheep!" I felt his fingers moving and one of them began to penetrate me. I was completely dry of course and I grunted in pain as his large finger was f***ed into my vagina. Relief washed over me as he pulled his finger out of me. He looked at me and through my tears I could see the disgust on his face. He stared me right in the eye as he put his finger in his mouth and wet it and then slowly returned it to my vagina. It made me furious that I couldn't even shake my head. I was totally helpless as he slowly teased my labia and then I felt his finger move inside of me. His finger was nearly as large as my husband's penis and as that realization came over me I suddenly remembered that stereotype about black men and wondered if it was true. I had never been very comfortable with my husband's five inch penis. It was the only one that I have ever seen but I had heard about black men and now that it appeared that I was going to be ****d by one I was concerned. Her boyfriend was still working his finger into me when Lori returned with the camera and tripod. She smiled as if she was amused at what this vile young man was doing to me and asked him where he wanted the camera. She set it up nearby and started it and then, while she came closer and began taking pictures with Kevin's digital still camera he pulled his large leather belt off and wrapped the buckle end around his hand a few times. Despite the pain in my scalp I shook my head violently and twisted around, trying to pull my hair free of the rope that held me in place. I managed only to amuse my tormentors. I caused myself more pain and more humiliation when my breasts began bouncing around as if to amuse them. Kevin moved out of sight behind me and after a short pause I heard his belt swish through the air and I felt an explosion of pain on my butt. I screamed into my gag and tried desperately to think of some way to make him understand that this was wrong, that he couldn't do this to me. Seconds later there was that noise again and again I felt the horrible pain as his belt came in contact with my tender flesh. I screamed once more into the gag and struggled to stay in place. My body's natural desire to avoid this horrible pain caused me to move away from the only place that I could stand without pulling at the hair on my head. Every time he struck me with that thing I jumped and nearly fell as the rope pulled me back into place. The first half dozen lashes struck on my buttocks. Then he began to work the belt down my legs. When he had finished covering my legs in welts he moved up and tried to whip my back. Because of the way my arms were restrained behind me he wasn't able to whip my back very well. So he moved around in front of me. When I realized that he was going to continue whipping me I nearly passed out from the terror. I was crying hysterically now. The pain was unimaginable, unbearable. I would have done anything at this point to make it stop. I would even have allowed him to **** me. But he wasn't finished. Through my tears I watched his arm go back and I saw the violent stroke coming as he brought the belt down on my breasts. I think that at that moment I did pass out, if only for a second. The pain in my scalp when my legs went out from under me was like a bucket of cold water bringing me quickly back to awareness. I tried closing my eyes but I couldn't. I had to watch. I had to know when the pain was going to come. His arm went back again and again. And again and again the pain washed over me as that heavy piece of leather beat violently against my breasts and my stomach and down my belly to my upper thighs. I have no idea how long it lasted or how many times he struck me. It seemed to go on for hours. I know that it didn't. But it seemed like it. He finally dropped his arm to remaining stories you can continue on www.papahaxx.com

My Sex Journal pt6: Older woman

Read my previous stories for this to make more sense. You will find them on my profile page. Please rate and comment, let me know how I am doing. I'm going to skip ahead a little now to when I was just under 18. As soon as I turned 16 I left care completley, turning down all offers of living assitance so I spent the next 16 months or so moving around from place to place where ever I could find a bed and a bit of work and sometimes sl**ping rough. It's a time of my life I don't think fondly of and very little happened sex wise so I'll leave it at that. Spring 1998ish, I had been taken on as a grounds keepers assitant in a country house hotel in the Argyll area. Basically shifting shit around and getting the grounds ready for the tourists coming in spring. It wasn't a great job but it came with digs, a small single room in the staff quarters, so I was happy just to have a roof over my head and beer money in my pocket. Anyway, I had been working away all through spring and into summer and I was now in the best shape of my life. I was filling out gaining muscle and my skin was starting to turn a deep brown from working with my top off all through the long days. I noticed women looking at me as I cut about the grounds about my work and every now and then I'd get the odd wolf whistle. I'm not the egotistical type but it was good to be noticed after over a year of being anonymous. There was one women in particular who had taken a shine to me. For the life of me I can't remember her name but I remember what she looked like as I have an old photograph of the group that worked there that season. She was around her mid 30's and already divorced. She was about 5'5" had long thick red hair that was sort of curly, really pale alabaster skin and the brightest green eyes and a great smile. She was really slim with long slender legs and arse that looked fantastic in jeans and B cup tits with nipples so hard they showed through any material. She worked in the hotel bar and was always flirting with me. Since I was under 18 I wasn't actually allowed in the bar but she would let me in for a pint after hours while she cleared up. As time went on I noticed her jeans getting tighter, shirt going a button or two down and an obvious increase in the time she spent bent over or on her knees picking things up. One night I popped in just after midnight as she was cleaning up. We said hello and had our usual small talk as I sat on my stool at the bar and followed her around the room with my eyes. I was enjoy the sight of her slim arse in those tight denims and was starting to get a semi. She finished up cleaning and got us both a drink and sat down on the stool next to me. I watched as she untied her hair and shook it loose, I found that very sex. She caught me looking at her and smiled at my embarrassment. There was a bit of an awkward silence as we sat there drinking our vodka. She was watching me now, leaning her elbow on the bar with her hand through her hair. I could see her in the corner of my eye but pretended not to and continued nursing my drink. She put her other hand on mine and said something like "Why do you come here every night? You're a young lad you should be out having fun." I didn't respond at first then said "Is that your way of telling me to fuck off?" With a fake offended look. She was serious all of a sudden and squeezed my hand tighter and said "No, no I like it when you come by." I turned to look at her and without even thinking I ran my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and sighed, stroking my hand lightly as she did. She looked so beautiful and sexy just then in that moment. I leaned in and put my head in the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms around mine and started playing with my hair. Her perfume was intoxicating and I found myself pressing my lips into the soft white skin of her neck. Again she sighed and shifted a little further into me, put her legs over mine and heaved herself onto me so that she was sitting in my lap with her legs wrapped round me, my lips didn't break from her neck the whole time. I kissed her more urgently moving up her neck, cheek, chin and then to her mouth. The moment our lips touched it became frantic. Her tongue slipped straight in my mouth and she began rocking on my lap making my already swollen cock grow and press into her ass as we were perched unsteadily on the stool. My hands worked their way down from her face to her ass and pulled even closer. My heart was going a mile a minute and I could feel hers beat against my chest as our groins ground together. I was about to unbutton her shirt when she broke away and said "Let's go back to your room." I picked her up to her feet and began pulling her behind me to the door. She locked up and we made it down the corridors to my room in record time, lipstick smeared accross both our faces. The moment the door closed behind me she pushed me against it and dropped to her knees, lifting my shirt up and kissing my stomach as she began to unbelt me. She pulled me out of my fly and had her mouth around the head of my cock. She sucked hard on my head and pulled away with a slurp to kiss my shaft down and down until she reached my balls. She looked up at me and smiled and began to kiss and lick my balls. I had never had a girl lick my balls before and the sensation had me moaning and pressing her head into me. She got up off her knees and went to the end of my bed. She stood with her back to me and slipped her jeans off very slowly so I could finally see that great arse that I had stared so intently at for months and it was worth the wait. Her tiny tight arse was tightly wrapped in a black lacy pair of french knickers that emphasised just how white her perfect skin was. She went to remove those too but I quickly blurted out "Leave those on, and put your shoes back on." She looked over her shoulder, surprised by my demands but clearly turned on and said "You certainly know what you want." She was standing there at the edge of my bed in a white shirt, unbuttoned to show her black bra, black lacy panties and black heels and her long red hair wild and messy. I moved to her and stood at her back, pulling her into me and kissing her neck again while my hand crept down to her panties and slipped inside. I played with her pussy hair for a while, teasing her by staying just above her clit. She tried to wriggle up so that my hand met where she wanted it to go. The moist heat was rising from her pussy as I pressed my unsheathed dick into her arse and sunk my hand down, stroking past her clit to cup her whole cunt in the palm of my hand. She let out a long breathy sigh as I just held her pussy in my hand and pressed hard against the bone. Within seconds my palm was soaked with thick hot fluid and I began to slide back and forward, the heel of my hand pressing hard on her clit while my finger tips moved just around her tight opening. I could tell just by feeling how puffy and swollen her pussy lips were, they felt fat and fleshy in my hand I couldn't wait to have my mouth on it. I was still kissing and licking her neck with one hand holding her hips, pulling her arse into my now solid cock, and the other stroking her pussy when she began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom up. She turned us around so that we were facing the big mirror on my wall next to the door. It was long enough that I could see from my head down to her knees. She put her hand up to my cheek and raised my head to watch her in the mirror. I could see my fingers working in her panties while she unbottoned. When her shirt fell open I was surprised how fit she was. For a woman in her mid thirties she had a slim firm stomach and toned thighs. She played her hand up from her belly button to her bra, which her nipples were already poking through, all the time watching me watching in the mirror I was rock hard now, my cock and balls still jutting out of my fly. She reached behind her and squeezed my dick so hard I flinched. She sniggered and started to stroke my length watching my reaction in the mirror squeezing her tits with her other hand as she commented how thick my dick was in her hand. She turned around, took off her shirt and undid her bra to release her tits. Although they were only a B cup they were perfect, firm and high with pale pink nipples almost the colour of her tits. Her nipples were slim but very long. I went straight for them and pulled them hard. She moaned as I pulled and twisted her long nipples as hard as I could trying to make it a little painful but she was obviously used to it. She reached up on her toes and planted a wet kiss on my lips and then down and down until she was on all fours facing my cock just inches from her mouth. She slid her knickers down so they rested just above her knees and asked "Can you see my fanny in the mirror baby?" I looked up again and had a perfect view of her fat pink pussy lips in that perfect "burger" shape. I stared fixated on her cunt as she swallowed me again. As her hands were on the floor she was pulling her head back and forth, wanking me with her mouth and I helped her out by thrusting into her, gently at first and then harder and harder. I could hear her gag and choke on my meat but didn't care, I was mesmerised by her perfect pussy, now clearly wet and gushing juice. Watching this hot older woman loving my dick and watching her drip was making my cock throb. I suddenly had a strong urge to eat her out and pulled out of her mouth which brought a disapointed "Awww." I laughed as I pulled her to her feet and assured her my dick would be in her mouth momentarily. I pulled her knickers down the rest of the way and told her to get on the bed on all fours which she did. I hurriedly removed my jeans and t-shirt so that we were now completley naked except for her heels. I was going to do something I had always wanted to but never had the chance. I had always wanted to have a girl sit on my face and rub her pussy on my mouth. I got on the bed and slid under her until my face was just inches below her dripping hole. It was only then I notice that she had a thick red bush which I had never seen before. The contrast of her red hair, white skin and puffy pink lips made her fanny look delicious. I didn't even have to ask her for what I wanted. She just sunk her cunt down onto my mouth and the instant it made contact her juices flowed all over me. I put my tongue out to drink her in as she did the same to my dick. My first 69 was underway and it was better than I had dreamed it would be all those times I had wanked thinking about it. Having my balls licked with the wettest red muff I had ever seen pushing down on my face and leaving thick hot cream allover me was the best thing that I had ever experienced. She was moaning and groaning on my cock as my tongue danced around her hole lapping her up. She suddenly sat up straight and dropped all of her wieght on my face and ground into me. Her pussy was all over my face and even my nose was in her. Her pussy was slurping and sticking as she rolled it around on my face and I can honestly say my cock was the hardest it had ever been. Until that day I had only ever fucked tight school girl cunt and now was craving this wet red older pussy to the point my dick felt like it was going to burst. I pushed her up a bit and she took the hint and climbed off. Before her arse had touched the bed I had pinned her down by the wrists, getting a yelp of surprise from my f***efulness, I doubt she was expecting this young lad to take charge. As I pinned her down I pressed my cock flat on her fanny and ground in, as I did I felt my dick leak out a gob of sticky pre-cum onto her pussy hair. I pressed my mouth to hers, still wet and sticky from eating her out and watched her lick her lips as she tasted herself. I took turns sucking and licking and gently biting her long hard nipples, feeling them spring against my tongue. We were both raring to go now, pushing hard into each other and breathing excitedly. I positioned my cock head on her opening and teased it back and forward before ramming home, rewarded by a gasp and a wide eyed look and then a long exhalation. I pushed in hard and deep and stayed there just filling her up and feeling her sticky wetness push out around the base of my shaft and pubic bone. I had every bit of my 7 inches in her and I was surprised how tight she was for an older woman. She wasn't the tightest I had ever been in but she still hugged my meat snuggly. Slowly I began to withdraw, right to the tip, then slowly in again. I was glad to see a wide grin on her face as my dick parted her lips slowly again and again. Just the knowlage that I was pleasuring an experienced older woman was turning me on massively. I sat up on my knees and watched my shiny wet dick move in and out of her red pussy, her soft lips dragging against my shaft going out and giving way going in. She started to play with her firm little tits, teasing her nipples between her fingers or squeezing them whole in her hand. I loved that she wouldn't let her gaze drop and kept looking me in the eye as I moved inside her. I can even picture her face right now, smiling seductivley and pouting her lips as she moaned and groaned, her gorgeous long red hair messy and damp with sweat, she was beautiful and it made my pleasure all the greater. We fucked like that for sometime. The room was thick with heat since I didn't have a window so we were both hot and sticky now but in that good way you only get from intense and close sex. Our skin was slick against each other, we had barley moved position, my dick had not left her pussy since the moment I had entered her. As I was lying on top of her again, my chest pressed against her tits and hands in her hair I felt her pussy tense up so tight I shuddered inside her and couldn't help the noises I made. She grinned and said "Did you like that baby?" Before I could answer she did it again and my groans gave her my answer. It felt like a fist inside her, grabbing and squeezing my meat. I had only ever felt this when a girl was cumming and they were usually so tight I could barley notice, but I had no idea a woman could do it at will. She kept it up and I timed my thrusts with her clenches and we both began to pick up the pace. We were soon breathing heavily and moaning together and knew it wouldn't be long. I was pushing into her so hard her hips rolled up so that her legs were off the bed and my cock drilled deeper into her. This shift of position brought me closer to orgasm and I was now at the point of no return. I kept drilling in, getting faster and a little rougher, my wet balls now slapping on her ass and my hands starting to clench in her hair. She was still clenching her pussy around me and digging her nails into my arms as she gasped with each thrust of my dick into the deepest parts of her. Her pussy clenched one final time before she screamed and swore. I followed immediately, my whole body tensing and driving me in to the absolute last millimeter, grinding in, spurting rope after rope of hot cum into her fanny. Her pussy clenched and spasmed as we both held on to a long intense orgasm still wrapped around each other and pushing our hips hard together squeezing every last drop out of me. I finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted, and just lay there letting her kiss me and play with my hair. I lay inside her for a while, still quite hard loving the feel of our combined cum covering us. I remember looking at the clock and realising we had been fucking for almost 3 hours. The room was sticky and hot and smelled of our sex but it was comforting and we soon fell asl**p together, still naked and wet.

Amy's Day In Class

My name is Amy and I am a college student. I have long brown hair that hangs down the middle of my back. At 5’3” tall and 105 lbs I am not very big, but everything filled out nicely, my body is 32b 22 34. My breasts are firm so I see no need to wear a bra. I turn my share of heads, boys and girls both. I am a bit of a tease and often forget to wear panties when I put on a short little skirt. This story is about what happened to me last week. I was in Dr. Braxton’s history class, my last class before the weekend. I was wearing a short black skirt and a tight grey sweater. As he lectured he paced in the front of the class. He would always pause right in front of me. He would look me in the eyes and then his gaze would drop down and he would smile. I realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties and he was getting a perfect shot up my skirt. My nipples got hard and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. The next time he paused in front of me I smiled and spread my legs so he could get an unobstructed view of my now wet pussy. He lost his train of thought and had to walk back to his desk. He sat down and I smiled to myself, I just gave him a boner. Class ended a short time after. As I was getting up to go he called out my name and said that he needed to talk to me. I sat back down and waited for everyone to leave. The class room was empty except for Dr. Braxton and me. He is in his 40’s but in rather good shape. And in his own way rather sexy. He told me to come up to his desk. As I slid out of mine my legs spread and I saw a smile instantly form on his lips. He told me that he was going to have to take me to the head of the history department and report me for inappropriate behavior in his class and that I would probably be expelled. I begged him not to report me that I would do anything to make up for my behavior. He smiled and said well maybe there is something. He motioned me closer and told me to lift up my skirt. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the hem and lifted it up slightly. He scolded higher. I lifted it above my waist, exposing the moist swollen folds of my pussy. What had I gotten myself into? His hand reached out and his fingers slid through my tight little slit. An electric shock shot through my body. I let out a loud moan. Let me see those hot little titties of yours he said as he pulled my sweater up and over my head. He said wait right here I’ll be right back. He took my sweater with him so I could not leave. I sat there wondering what he was going to do. I was glad that this was the last class so there wouldn’t be another in this class room today. I heard the door open; I covered my breasts with my hands and slid behind the desk. He had Dr. Martin head of the history department with him. They walked over to me and Dr. Braxton told me to put my arms down to my side. I let them drop exposing my breasts and hard nipples to the two men. Dr. Martin asked my name and I answered Amy my voice trembling. He said you are in a lot of trouble young lady. I was scared but my pussy was so wet that my juices were running down my legs. He reached out and pulled hard on my nipples. Dr. Braxton unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I cupped my hand over my little pussy, just to have it grabbed and pulled away. They grabbed me and f***ed me over the desk and spread my legs out wide. My pussy was throbbing and opened wide to their pleasure. Dr. Martin said, my looks like this little girl needs a good fucking. He knelt down and spread my cheeks with his hands and stuck his tongue into my steamy pussy. I pressed my hips back to meet his every move. Dr. Braxton now had his hard cock out and was pressing it against my face. I opened my mouth and took the head in and sucked it, while sliding my tongue underneath it. He blurted out she’s quite the little cock sucker. He then grabbed my head and f***ed his hard cock down my throat. I gagged and he withdrew it, only to f***e it in again. Dr. Martin dropped his pants and slid his cock through the wet folds of my pussy and hit my clit. I let out a loud sigh that was suddenly muffled by the cock in my mouth. Dr. Martin pushed his cock into my tight tunnel and started fucking me like he was possessed. His balls were slapping into my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. He fucked me like this for some time. I then heard them slap there hands in a high five and Dr. Braxton yell switch. I was flipped over onto my back with my ass hanging over the edge of the desk. Dr. Braxton grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders and fingered my pussy. He looked at me and said you are ours now. I didn’t know what he meant, but I was sure that I would find out. He told me to spread my pussy lips out so I slid my hands down my stomach and spread them wide. He slapped my clit with the head of his cock. He stuck the tip in just to pull it out and slap me again. By now Dr. Martin had me by my hair and was fucking my face. I could do nothing, but surrender to them. I was taken this way for quite sometime. Then they both stopped. Dr. Braxton pulled out and I was f***ed down on the floor. They stood in front of me; I took turns taking them into my mouth. One and then the other shot his hot load in my face. They then stuck their cocks in my mouth for me to clean the sex off of them. They lifted me back up on the desk and told me to clean their cum off of my face and swallow it. I did what I was told and then smiled. I was still very horny, they had not let me orgasm. Dr. Martin looked and my swollen pussy and told me to masturbate so that they could watch. I laid back and slid one hand down to my clit and slowly rubbed small circles around it. I slid three fingers of my other hand into my dripping pussy. Dr. Braxton lifted my legs up and traced circles around my tight puckered butt hole with his tongue. I felt it slide past my sphincter. He was stretching my butt cheeks apart opening up my tight little ass. It felt so good. I felt my insides start to tighten and I lost all track of what was going on around me. I had never felt anything like this. My whole body was electrified. I kept cumming for what seemed like minutes. I could not catch my breath. I had no control over my body. When my orgasm finally subsided and I caught my breath I sat up. The men were getting dressed. They looked at me and Dr. Martin said, this is not over you will be expected to be here for us as long as you are attending classes at this college. I know knew what they had been talking about. I was now theirs. I got dressed and went back to my dorm and wondered when I would be expected to service them again. Just for you Honey Bear.

FOR PAY PART SIX

I SHOWED UP AT JANET'S HOUSE TO SHOOT MY THIRD SCENE AND SHE GREETED ME AT THE DOOR WITH A DEEP KISS. SHE WALKED ME UP TO HER ROOM AND I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE A FEW MORE PEOPLE THAN I WAS EXPECTING. SHELLY AND TIM WERE MESSING WITH THE CAMERAS AND SLOAN WAS TALKING WITH A MAN AND WOMAN I HAD NOT SEEN OR MET AND ON THE BED WERE TWO NAKED MEN STROKING THEIR COCKS GETTING THEM HARD WHILE ONE LOOKED AT THE OTHER AND THE OTHER WAS WATCHING STRAIGHT PORN ON THE TELEVISION SET. JANET CALLED THE MAN AND WOMAN OVER TO MEET ME AND SHE EXPLAINED THAT THE MAN WAS WILL AND HE WAS TIM'S THE OLDER GAY CAMERAMAN'S BOYFRIEND AND THAT THE WOMAN WAS JANETS CLOSE FRIEND BETH. WILL WAS TALL THIN MIDDLE AGED AND A LITTLE MORE FEMININE THAN TIM, BETH LOOKED A LOT LIKE SLOAN DID, SHE WAS SHORT WITH DARK HAIR AND SHE WAS WHAT WOULD BE CONSIDERED A BBW. I SHOOK WILL'S HAND AND SAID HELLO BUT I WAS STARING AT BETH'S BIG TITS. SHE SAID HELLO WITH A VERY PERKY ATTITUDE AND AS I REACHED TO SHAKE HER HAND, SHE GRABBED MY DICK THROUGH MY PANTS AND GENTLY SHOOK IT A LITTLE SAYING IT WAS GOOD TO MEET ME LUAGHING WITH JANET. BETH TOLD JANET THAT MY COCK WAS AS BIG AS THE NAKED GUYS JACKIN OFF ON THE BED. JANET TOLD HER THAT WE WERE THREE OF WHAT SHE CALLED HER ABERCROMBIE BOYS. SHE TOLD HER THAT WE WERE THE MEN ON THE SITE THAT WERE NOT TOO BIG AND NOT TOO SMALL. JANET SAID TO STRIP NAKED AND ASKED BETH TO HAND HER THE VIAGRA. I GOT NAKED AND STARTED GETTING MY COCK WARMED UP, JANET HANDED ME TWO PILLS AND SAID THAT BECAUSE I WOULD BE A TOP IN THIS SCENE I SHOULD TAKE THE MAX AMOUNT RECCOMENDED. SHE ASKED THE TWO GUYS ON THE BED TO COME OVER AND AS THEY GOT UP I UNDERSTOOD WHAT JANET MEANT. WE ALL HAD THE SAME BODY TYPE SIX FEET TALL, TONED MUSCLES BUT NOT BULKY AND WE ALL HAD COCKS THAT WERE ABOUT SEVEN TO NINE INCHES LONG. WE WERE NOT BIG AND HUGE LIKE THE GIANT BODYBUILDER TYPES WITH THE MONSTER COCKS BUT WE WERE NOT AS SHORT AND THIN AS THE OTHER GUYS WITH AVERAGE SIZE DICKS AROUND FIVE TO SIX INCHES LONG. AS THEY WALKED OVER THEY WERE STROKING THEIR COCKS AND SO WAS I. JANET SAID THAT THIS WAS JASON AND DEREK, WE ALL TOOK OUR HANDS FROM OUR DICKS AND SHOOK HANDS AND THEN WENT BACK TO JERKING OFF TRYING TO GET WARMED UP. JASON HAD MEDIUM LENGHT CURLY BLONDE HAIR AND DEREK HAD SHORT SPIKY BROWN HAIR, SHE TOLD ME THAT JASON WAS BI AND DEREK WAS GAY AND FOR THIS SCENE WE WOULD BE HAVING A THREESOME. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO START OFF IN THE SHOWER WASHING EACHOTHER AND KISSING, THEN WE WERE TO SUCK EACHOTHERS COCKS AND MOVE TO THE BED WHER JASON AND I WOULD TAKE TURNS FUCKING DEREK AS HE SUCKED THE OTHERS COCK. WE MADE OUR WAY INTO JANETS BATHROOM WHICH WAS BIGGER THAN HER BEDROOM WITH A GIANT SHOWER BIG ENOUGH TO FIT TEN PEOPLE. IT WAS THE SIZE OF THE SHOWERS YOU FIND IN A LOCKER ROOM WITH FIVE SHOWER HEADS. SHE ALSO HAD A SMALL SAUNA AND BIG HOT TUB. WE SAT AROUND STROKING OUR DICKS UNTIL THE VIAGRA REALLY KICKED IN AND BETH AND SLOAN LET ME PLAY WITH THEIR TITS AND THEY WOULD HOLD MY HEAD TO THEIR NIPPLES AND TELL ME TO SUCK ON THEIR TITS AND TO NURSE THEM LIKE A GOOD BOY.AFTER ABOUT TEN OR FIFTEEN MINUTES MY COCK WAS AS HARDER AND BIGGER THAN IT HAD EVER BEEN AND I FELT LIKE IF I DIDNT FUCK SOMEONE IT WOULD NEVER STOP THROBBING. SHELLY AND TIM STOOD JUST OUTSIDE OF THE SHOWER WITH THE CAMERA'S AND JANET,SLOAN,BETH,GREG,AND WILL SAT DOWN BY THE HOT TUB WATCHING THE MONITOR.JANET TOLD SHELLY TO TURN THE WATER ON WARM BUT NOT HOT SO THE CAMERAS WOULD NOT FOG UP. WE ALL STOOD THERE UNDER THE WATER WITH OUR HANDS ON ONE ANOTHER'S SHOULDERS TOUCHING THE TIPS OF OUR PENISES TOGETHER RUBBING THE SHAFTS OF OUR COCKS.DEREK AND JASON STARTED KISSING AND I FELT A HAND ON MY ASS PULL ME CLOSER AND I JOINED THEM IN A TRIPLE FRENCH KISS.I WAS NOT AS NERVOUS OR INSECURE AS THE OTHER TWO SCENES, I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS MY RAGING ERECTION OR MABEY I WAS GETTING USED TO MEN OR MABEY IT WAS BECAUSE I WOULD BE FUCKING JANET LATER THAT NIGHT BUT I JUST NEEDED TO FUCK SOMEONE ANYONE. MY NEW ATTITUDE WAS THAT I CAN FUCK MEN FOR MONEY AND TO ENTERTAIN WOMEN WHO ARE INTO IT . BUT I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT PUSSY AND AS LONG AS FUCKING MEN WAS GETTING ME THAT PUSSY I WAS NOT ABOUT TO STOP. WE STOOD THERE MAKING OUT AND RUBBING SOAP ON EACHOTHER AND JANET SAID THAT IT LOOKED PERFECT AND CALLED OUT ACTION.

Me vs Nympho - Bathroom Teasing

We decided to take a bath after our brief action in the toilet. X decided to use her parents jacuzzi. I carried her into her parents' room and walked into the bathroom before letting her down. She prepared the jacuzzi, setting its jet massaging intensity to the highest. She jumped in and started playing with herself as the jets of water shoot into her pussy. Extremely turned on, I went in to massage her boobs and pinch her nipples. It was interesting to feel tge water shooting against my hard dick and balls. She told me to relax and let the water work its magic. I felt the water moving all over me. My cock became more turned on, throbbing. Seeing this, X dived under and started sucking me from down under. She only got a few sucks off before resurfacing. I grabbed her and shoved my cock into her, thrusting my hips against hers. She told me not to cum in the jacuzzi cause it was hard to clean. So I slowed down and instead fingered her. However, despite being the one telling me not to cum, she continued playing with my shaft. She pumped my cock, rolled my foreskin around, teased my cockhole, stroking it and massaging my balls. Her hand travelled all over me as I did the same to her. My hands roamed her pussy and ass. I used my left hand to finger her ass while my right hand explored her tight cunt. I felt her hard clit, so I pinched and rubbed it before inserting 2 fingers in and fingered her hard. She started jacking me harder, with both hands this time. Her body quivered as she cummed, her asshole and pussy tightening over my fingers as her hands gripped my cock really hard. She kissed me then told me, "You're still not allowed to cum."

The Institute

It was a typical, overcast, bitterly cold, early February, Saturday afternoon. I really was not sure why I was downtown at the Art Institute other than a lack of anything better to do. With the Super Bowl over, and starring at the prospect of having to watch mid season basketball, bowling, or, lord forbid, having to do some of the chores around my house I'd been putting off, I chose to get out and not only stretch my legs, but my brain as well. Because the Institute runs strictly on private donations,and I am a regular, as well as large, donor during their various fund drives throughout the year, my charitable contributions net me a "reward, " of gratis admission anytime I so desire. As this particular weekend, the traveling display "Petra,a City of Stone," was in town. As a historian by education, that more than piqued my interest, so off I went. The Institute was a lot more crowded than I was expecting. Obviously I wasn't the only one who had the same idea of getting out of the house today. As I deal with the public on a daily basis in my career, during my down time, I tend to shy away from crowds precisely for that reason. The place was a proverbial zoo. There were men and women, singles and couples as well as parents with c***dren in strollers, which of course made it all the more a task to navigate my around. It took a bit of effort on my part, but I finally managed to work my way into the "Petra," exhibit area. It was then that I saw her, my heart skipping a beat as I did so. She was African American, about five foot ten, fifty five, perhaps sixty. But since to me, most African American women don't tend to show their real age, I couldn't be certain. Her hair was jet black, without a trace of gray at all, making it even more difficult to be definitive. She was carrying over her right shoulder a heavy looking, black leather, designer hand bag, as well as a notepad and several sheaf's of paper in her left arm as she walked. I noticed immediately her ensemble which she had chosen to wear out today, and it was as striking as she was to say the least. I am sure that anyone else who caught a glimpse of her would think the same. She had on a pair of black leather, straight leg pants, a multi-print blouse, and over that, a tailored, black leather blazer. She was wearing a pair of sharp, pointy toed, black high-heeled ankle boots. The heels were about three and a half inches, and they had those ultra thin, stiletto heels that looked razor sharp and appeared to be barely there. On the tile floor of the Institute, her heels made a "Click,click, click, ” sound as she walked among the displays. Not thinking too much more about the exhibit, oblivious to everyone and everything else around me, I began to follow along behind her, keep my distance discrete as I did not want to give her the impression that I might be some "perv," who was stalking her. Also, as I was not sure if she was open to the idea of a submissively inclined, Caucasian man with a preference for confident African American women approaching her. Unfortuantely, there are black women who do not like men. That also made me more cautious than I might otherwise have been. But the butterflies in my stomach, the sweaty palms I was getting, the short, deep breaths I was taking, this Ebony Goddess already had a grip on my psyche. I didn't even know her but I found her irresistible even though I hadn’t spoken a word to her – not yet anyway. I continued to follow her for about another five minutes when someone walking towards her accidentally brushed up against her causing her to drop the sheaf of papers she was carrying along with the legal pad she was taking notes on. Her black leather handbag had fallen down around her arm too. I was about 10 feet away when I saw this happen and as she re-adjusted her handbag and stooped down – the leatherpants she wore hugged every curve of her bottom as well as her legs making an erotic site as she did this. I could tell she was more than upset as I hear her say, “Damnit, I so wish I had someone to carry my things for me." The sound of her voice, the tone and attitude was the icing on the cake as far as I was concerned. I had to meet this black Goddess, or die trying. Sensing the opportunity, I walked over, knelt down beside her and began to reach for some of her papers. I was trembling as I leaned closer to her, and while keeping my eyes submissively downcast, I softly said, "Excuse me, but my name is Geoffrey and I, I, I, would love to be the one to be allowed to carry your things for you." As I picked up more of the papers she'd dropped, she picked up her legal pad and the other papers, she stood up, continuing to look at me. I think she was surprised I'd heard hereven say that she wanted to have someone carry her things, but at this point, I didn't care. I then stood up, facing her, my eyes still downcast as she extended her hand, introducing herself. "Joanna, Joanna Perris," she said, almost looking right through me. She turned her head sideways, her regalness even more apparent. "Well, Geoffrey, even though I didn't think anyone heard me, you have the job. Now, take these things from me and carry them." She said this in such as way so that anyone within earshot could hear her. Doing exactly as she said, I accompanied her as she finished taking in the rest of the exhibit, making small talk with her, but not really having her attention as she was taking copious notes. About 30 minutes later, we found ourselves out of the exhibit area and near a small snack bar/lounge area. Joanna moved to a small table set next to a wall that had one seat. "It's too bad there isn't another chair for you to sit in, but I will allow you to sit with me. Just use the small ledge that's built into the wall here," she said. I gratefully thanked her, commenting that I would be more than comfortable using the ledge. She moved her chair so it was closer to me as she sat down. After she made herself comfortable, positioning herself so that I could look upon her in all her glory, Joanna looked deeply into my eyes. "Have you ever known or truly been around a black woman before, Geoffrey?" "No, I have to confess that I have not, " I said, but quickly added, "I have always been fascinated by black women. From their attitude and persona, to their ostentatious style and sense of grooming in terms of make up, hair, fragrences, jewelry and the like. I truly have been fascinated by any and everything about black women." Joanna smiled as I said these things. "Are you aware of the natural assertiveness that black women have? Their controlling and domineering nature as it has sometimes been called? And how some people, men in particular find that off putting?" Looking into my eyes, deeper, Joanna added, "But not all men find that a turn off. In fact, some men, particularly white men, intentionally seek out black women precisely because of that fact. They are drawn to us because we are both nurturing and demanding, as well as dominant and loving. Generous but also very hard to please. I think perhaps you are one of those men, Geoffrey. To tell you the truth, we black women enjoy having those kind of men around. It is very much of a turn on having a man around who wants to be controlled, dominated and who apreciates us because we are so bossy and assertive, and wants that kind of woman in their life." As I sat there, becoming even more enraptured, I marveled in my mind how Joanna knew even at this early juncture of my intense interest not only in black women, but in black who might be of a dominant persuasion. But she obviously knew. She looked at me yet again, reveling in the obvious power she had over me as she told me to go the snack bar and fetch her something to drink, green tea if they had it, black tea if they did not. She told me I was also to order somethingfor myself as well, but nothing more than hot water with a lemon slice. Not hesitating, I jumped up, returning about ten minuteslater with her green tea - the had it, as well as my hot lemon water. As I sat back down on the ledge and faced her, Joanna took a deep sip of her tea, again fixing her gaze on me. I honestly thought for a moment she would laugh in my face, and tell me to get lost. However, I began to realize after what she had said to me, coupled with my attempt at being submissive and compliant to her, to make her happy, her interest in me was obvious. Joanna leaned back in her chair, putting her feet out. "Do you like my boots, Geoffrey?" I nodded affirmatively."Well, I like them too, but they are playing hell with my feet.” She then commanded me to remove them for her so she could relax her feet as we sat. After I had carefully unzipped each boot and removed them from her feet – the smell of the polished leather was absolutely intoxicating – I was treated to the visual spectacle of her red polished toes and black sheer hosiery which covered her perfect feet.“What else do you do, Geoffrey," she asked, "I mean besides follow black women around in public, offering to carry their belongings for them? Do you massage feet?Are you actually any good at giving a woman a foot massage?" I jumped at this again golden opportunity and began to slowly and deeply massage her soft & sexy stocking covered feet. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Joanna held me in thrall like this for the next hour and a half. I continued to massage her stockinged feet, and also brought her several more cups of green tea and a small salad to eat as well. Anyone else who walked by and observed us must've gotten a real eye full as they saw this breathtakingly beautiful, mature black woman dressed in leather, deliberately wrapping a white man around her polished red fingers and bossing him around like some cadet in a military academy. I was in heaven, so heady with desire, lust and a million other emotions, so enthralled by this strong willed black woman that I really could’ve caredless who saw me/us. I then looked deeply into Joanna's brown eyes and bared my soul to her. I told her in great, and graphic detail of my love for black women like herself. Of my love for strong willed and domineering black women. Of my love for black women who wore high heeled shoes and boots. Of my love for black women who realized their inherent superiority and destiny to rule over white men. Of my love for black women who enjoyed teasing and denying the men in their lives, lording their sex, and sexuality over them. I also told her how much I desired, needed actually, more than anything, to be totally dominated by, and to be submissive to, a superior black woman just like herself. Joanna Perris studied me for a long, silent moment, a half smile on her face as she nodded. "I am very interested in finding out what use you mightbe to me, Geoffrey." Joanna then told me we would meet tomorrow night for a drink to "discuss, " the siutation, and my usefuleness to her, further. That next night was just the beginning. In the five months since we met again that next night and talked, like prey, I have totally become ensnared in the dominant web of this magnificent black Goddess. Under the control of Joanna Perris I have been transformed into what I was meant to become. Her her total and complete supplicant. Joanna lives half an hour away from my home and I am required to clean her house 2-3 times each week. I vacuum, do her dishes, take out her trash, dust and even do windows. I prepare dinner for her when she so orders, do her laundry – all of her panties, bras and hosiery are done by hand by me, as well as polish her many pairs of high heeled shoes and boots – a chore I love more than anything. I also act at times as her chauffeur, driving her on shopping trips, and her other errands and appointments as well. When I drive her shopping, she will sometimes allow me to accompany her into the stores, carrying her bags for her. Joanna is not at all shy about ordering me around in front of the store clerks or calling me names in front of them. I revel in that. I even was commanded to take a class so I now do her weekly manicures, and pedicures, for her. Over the past summer, Joanna took me along to a lake side public beach where she had me wash her perfect, bare feet clean with bottled water and then paint her toenails in front of all the other beach goers. I also wash and clean the interior and exterior of her Lexus each Sunday morning as well. Joanna will reward my efforts in the most exquisite ways. If I have been proficient in pleasing her, she will allow me to lick and kiss her bare, stockinged, or high heeled feet, or kiss and adore her most beautiful, perfect bottom. Another reward, when she does not wish me to cook for her, Joanna will place a carry out order from one of her favorite restaurants, and after bringing it to her, as she sits and dines, I will happily lick her bare feet, and suck on her polished, ebony toes. On those rare occasions when I have done an extra good job at a particular task or chore, Joanna will allow me the reward of satisfying her most sacred, royal temple with my always hungry for her mouth, lips and tongue. I am only allowed my own pleasures when Joanna is feeling generous. For example, I am only allowed to masturbate on rare occasions and it is always & only in front of her. There is no tolerance for disobedience as she reminds me she can, and would, replace me with another admirer if I ever were to be disobedient to her commands. Joanna never allows me the privilege of having sex with her. That is reserved for her lover. A younger, forty something white man with a large and thick penis. A real man as she calls him. So instead, what she will do is use a black leather harness that she had specially made, and that buckles tightly around and over my head. The harness holds a dildo that sticks straight up from my face that she then mounts as she grinds her perfect bottom on my face. "So close, and yet so far," she say whenever she does this. That only makes me even more submissive and obedient to Joanna if that is possible.I have truly found my proper place and role in life.I have never been more content or fulfilled. I am Joanna Perris' white ass kisser and licker. I am her foot slave, her obedient houseboy, her submissive puppy who is always eager & ready to please her whenever she desires it. I am lovingly abused, berated, spanked, reminded of my true lot in life and constantly dominated. I love and adore Joanna Perris more than anything, and anyone else,in this world. She truly is my divine black Goddess, my superior Ebony Empress who has truly shown me where I belong. I love the position I have in her life. As one might imagine, in light of all this, my donations to the Institute have been even more consistent, and ever more generous.

A Birthday Gift for My Friend

A knock on the door brought me back from the book I was reading. As expected my girlfriend Amy waited outside. Unexpectedly Amy's platinum blond hair spilled down her back like a gleaming waterfall rather than the sporty pony tail she usually wore. The rest of her outfit was similarly impressive. A short jet black cocktail dress and matching sandals perfectly set off her hair and the low-cut strapless top revealed her delicate while skin. Amy's legs hardly needed the stockings she wore but the way their tops were just barely visible at the bottom of her dress transformed look from just hot to naughty and outright sexy. "Wow, you look hot today," I complimented. "You did tell me to dress up for your apartment-mate Steve's birthday," replied Amy. With a slightly mischievous smile she added, "So are you going to let me in or just stand there starring at me?" "Starring sounds good," I mischievously replied but I moved aside anyway shutting door behind my hot little girlfriend. Turned on by her sexy outfit and the surprise I had planned I pushed her back against the door with a long serious kiss. Recognizing my excitement Amy playfully ran her index finger over the unmistakable bulge in my pants and after a naughty lick of my ear she whispered, "Do we have time before Steve gets back?" A broad smile lit my face and I replied, "Of course," taking her soft hand and leading her back towards the bedrooms. In the hallway I took a left tugging my unsuspecting girlfriend into Steve's room instead of mine. "Why here" Amy asked in response to my choice of rooms. Leaning down I planted a gentle kiss on her neck before answering. "I thought doing it in Steve's bed taking the risk he might come home early would be exciting," I lied. "Mmm it does sound fun," Amy affirmed with a kiss. "Maybe you could tie me up?" she asked in an uncharacteristically vulnerable tone of voice. I loved the way she got so turned on when she felt vulnerable. Wanting to be tied up made my plan so much easier I just hoped I hadn't overestimated how much she enjoyed it, or how attracted she was to Steve. "You won't have a choice in the matter," I declared. Demonstrating my intent I tightly grabbed her wrists in my hands and moved in for a fierce kiss. Judging from the way she melted against me I had chosen the correct response. Still locked in a kiss I f***ed her up against the wall pushing her wrists together up above her head. I broke the kiss and grabbed both wrists in one hand. With my free hand I cupped her chin and give her an impassive weighing stare. The expression on her face, the way her mouth hangs half open, virtually dripping desire and her eyes beg me to push her down and take her cause my penis to throb in my pants. Playing slightly to the small web cam set up to broadcast to my computer, I resist the invitation and instead turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property. The gesture isn't lost on Amy and a gasp escapes her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check, over her neck and down to the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I hook my finger down below the delicate fabric and run it over the top of her breasts eliciting another moan from my girlfriend. Suddenly, without warning, I spin Amy around and f***e her up against the wall. I maintain my solid grip on her wrists but now I press my body up against hers, pinning her to the wall. I rub my hard penis against her firm ass hinting at what my control entails. Grabbing something from the desk I surprised Amy with the cold feel of handcuffs around her wrists. In response to the new restraint Amy tried to pull away but against the locked metal cuffs her struggles do little more than further arouse me. Holding the handcuffs fixed above Amy's head I used my foot to f***e her legs apart. Keeping her legs spread by pressing my body tightly up against her I move my free hand down to her thigh and possessively run it up over her body. Stopping at her breasts I pause to massage them in my hand while Amy once again futilely struggles against the handcuffs. In response I whisper in her ear, "Such a sexy body and all mine to play with." I continue to possessively run my hand all over Amy's body, showing her my control over her body as well as her desire. Once Amy begins to moan at my hands invasions I stop and nibble at her ear for a moment. Then, giving her time to appreciate the inevitable, I whisper in her ear, "I think its time to remove the dress." Once again Amy struggles against the handcuffs reassuring herself that she can't stop me. Slowly, as if to mock her struggle, I pull the zipper down her back. Silently thankful for my girlfriends choice of a strapless dress for the evening I finish unzipping her and let the fine black fabric crumple in a heap on the floor. Stepping back I appreciatively look Amy's body up and down, clothed only in a thong and matching bra in addition to the stockings and garter belt she makes for an impressive sight. Once again I spin Amy around. This time I can watch her face as I possessively look her over. Nakedness multiplying her vulnerability her lips tremble in f***ed submissiveness and elicited desire. Aroused by the vision of a beautiful half-naked girl pinned to the wall I move in for another long kiss. Breaking the kiss I f***e her onto the nearby bed. Looking down at my girlfriend from my position kneeling spread legged atop her I am aroused to new heights. But before I can toy with her anymore I had better improve her restraints. Grabbing the key from the nearby dresser I unlock one of her wrists. Quickly I re-latch the handcuff, this time around the bedpost. Picking up another pair of cuffs I duplicate the restraint on her other wrist leaving her arms spread out in a Y and securely affixed to the bed posts, as Amy's brief ineffectual struggle demonstrates. Selecting another device from the dresser I dangle a thick leather collar complete with metal rings for a leash in front of Amy. With both hands free it is a simple matter to fasten it around her neck. The collar truly makes her look like the helpless sex slave I was planning to turn her into. Snapping the leash onto the collar finishes the look. Turned on both by the view in front of me and what I plan to do I pull on the leash forcing Amy to lean forward as best she can while still handcuffed to the bed. With the gentlest of touches I press my lips to hers teasing her by refusing to lean closer and letting the restraints block the deep kiss she so clearly desires. Releasing the leash I let her unsupported head thump back onto the bed. Now that there was no chance of Amy slipping free it was time to reveal what I had in store for her. First though I needed to silence any potential protests. I needed something serious, not a play gag. It might hurt a bit but a strip of duct tape would do the job nicely. Besides, duct tape looked way sexier than a bulging florescent ball gag. As I expected a surprised "Hey" escaped Amy's mouth when she saw the roll of tape but before she could complain further a six inch silver strip sealed her mouth. Anger flashed in Amy's eyes and she seriously tried to pull her wrists out of the handcuffs. I merely possessively ran my finger over her upper chest waiting for desire, fueled by her inability to stop the duct tape or escape, to overcome anger. Amy's expression suggested she knew exactly what I was waiting for, but my mastery of her desire as well as her body only exaggerated her sense of helplessness and sexual need. With Amy finally silenced and securely restrained I leaned back in admiration running my hands down over her bra, past her perfectly flat stomach and run my finger tips over the edge of her thong. Letting one finger dip underneath the elastic band I elicit a muffled moan. Continuing to stroke Amy's sensitive belly and tease her with short explorations below her thong line I decided it was time to let Amy ponder about the fate I had planned for her. "So you know," I began, "I finally found a good gift for Steve's birthday." A quizzical expression crossed Amy's face at this seemingly unrelated announcement. "I'll give you some hints as to what it is," I continued. "It's already in Steve's room. It's soft, bigger than a bread box and I *know* he will like it." As I listed the hints I could feel Amy's body grow stiff beneath me as my intentions became clear. "I still need to finish unwrapping it," I added with a meaningful look down at Amy's bra and thong. Finally eliminating any remaining doubt I commented, "Didn't you find it odd I had all these restraints ready in Steve's room? I had it all planned and prepared, from the restraints to the web cam. I looked over Amy's nearly naked body under me once again and remarked, "Yes I'm positive he will like his present. Steve doesn't know about it yet but I'm sure I will enjoy watching him unwrap it." With a sly smile I added, "You aren't going to tell him are you?" Of course with the gag in her mouth Amy's response was limited to an indignant squawk. As the seriousness of my intent dawned on Amy she yanked and pulled at the handcuffs, twisted and turned trying to knock me off all to no avail. Ignoring her struggles, as well as the muffled protests, I calmly unsnapped Amy's bra revealing her pert breasts. Cupping one in my left hand I leaned down to suck at the other breast. Suddenly the protests were replaced with long muffled moan. Switching my mouth to the left side Amy's struggles tapered off unable to compete with the f***ed attention to her sensitive breasts. Sitting up again I kept Amy too turned on to fight by kneading her breasts with my hands. While Amy helpless writhed in pleasure in response to my manipulations I described to Amy what was going to happen. "Once I finish striping you I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed so you can't close your legs. I will keep teasing you to make sure my present is nice and wet and ready to fuck. Once I'm satisfied your ready I will leave you tied to Steve's bed alone and blindfolded." As I continued my description Amy put on the pretense of struggling but based on the volume of her moans her situation was turning her on despite of herself. "When Steve comes back he will find a hot naked woman tied to his bed with a message telling him that your his birthday present, and for him to thoroughly fuck you without condoms. I'll let you guess how happy his is going to be tonight." Abandoning Amy's breasts I turned around and knelt over my girlfriends nearly naked body. Sitting back over her stomach and using my weight to control Amy's fading struggles I slid her thong down her long shapely legs. This left my girlfriend wearing only a pair of stockings and a garter belt, this minimal covering calling attention to her nudity more than offering any decency. Placing my hands flat against Amy's hips and lower stomach I placed my weight on them, holding Amy pressed motionlessly down on the bed, and hoisted myself to my feet. However instead of trying to break free Amy only emitted a muffled moan at the pressure of my hands near her aching genitals. A gentle stroke of Amy's thigh produced another moan. As I had suspected the idea of being tied up and left as a present for another man had turned her on more than I had ever seen before. I knew putting the rope around her ankles could be difficult so I continued to stroke her thigh as a distraction. Letting my fingers move down onto Amy's inner thigh she involuntarily spread her legs, desire overriding any rational preference she might have. Moving my hand in between Amy's thighs I lightly brushed my fingers over her already quite wet lips. The moan this caused was load even through the gag. Continuing my teasing touch of Amy's privates I slipped a loop of rope over Amy's foot without the slightest protest from my preoccupied girlfriend. Intensifying Amy's distraction I allowed my finger tips to slip inside her while I repeated the process with the other foot. Judging from Amy's reaction she wouldn't have cared had I cut her foot off. Continuing to tease Amy I looped the rope up over the same bed post to which her wrist was tied. Pulling on the loose end Amy dutifully bent her knee back, further opening her crouch up to my ministrations. Tying a one handed knot I leaned over the naked body on the bed to duplicate the process with the other leg. When I removed my hand to add a knot to the second ropes Amy released a loud plaintive grunt and tried to yank her legs away but I had already looped the rope around the far bed post and tight grip on the loose end. Tightly tying the rope back on to itself I eliminated any possibility for Amy to escape but her feisty nature required that she at least try to escape. Besides, I strongly suspected her complaint had more to do with sexual frustration rather than her now totally unavoidable fate. Ignoring the fuss Amy was making I ran my fingers down from her neck down to her thighs, "Wow you are hot, any man alive would love to fuck you. Now just to make sure Steve knows your for him." Picking up a marker I continued, "Since you can't tell him yourself he gets to fuck you we better put a label on you." Naturally resisting the debasement of being labeled Amy tried to pull away. Wisely though I had waited until she was fully restrained to attempt this and despite her objections I easily wrote `Happy Birthday' across her shoulders and `Fuck Me' in large letters on her stomach. "Now he knows your his present and even has a suggestion for how to play with his new toy," I commented with a smile. "Now the only thing you still need is a blindfold." Staring at the naked, blindfolded, bound girl lying on the bed I commented, "Wow that really turns me on, especially the way it says Fuck Me on your stomach." I began to massage Amy's breasts as I continued, "Makes me wish I was the one who got the present, but then I wouldn't have the fun of giving my girlfriend away." Continuing to knead one breast I moved the other hand back in between Amy's legs. Teasing her again for a few minutes I cruelly stopped and waited a minute while Amy's expression clearly begged for me to continue. Leaning over I sucked at her breast for a minute before returning my hand to between her legs. Seemingly taking pity on Amy I stopped teasing and slid my fingers deep inside her. Between my mouth at her breast and my fingers sliding in and out of her body before long the muffled moans rose to an intense pitch. I could tell Amy was approaching orgasm. With an expertise born of familiarity I continued for another thirty seconds bringing Amy just shy of orgasm, then stopped. "Enjoy being used," I said, confident she would. "Someone, probably Steve," I teasingly added so behind the blindfold she might wonder who it was, "should come here soon." Then turning around I walked out of the room leaving my frustrated girlfriend alone in the darkness of her blindfold to listen for Steve to come home. Unable to make any use of the webcam in the dark I waited in my bed lying next to the thin wall also listening for Steve to return.