First Surrender Lunabelle

 First Surrender Lunabelle

 May 28, 2014 | 10157

 “Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.” Jess slid her hotel room key into the lock, and was rewarded with a welcoming click and chirp. Within three steps of entering, she had abandoned her high heels. Six steps, and her suit jacket was draped over a chair. It had been a long evening of smiling and chatting up potential customers over cocktails, she was mentally and physically exhausted. Her colleagues from the marketing team were headed out for a late dinner, all Jess wanted was a hot shower and her bed. She continued to strip down, stepping out of her skirt, peeling off her stockings and panties, blouse and bra joining the jacket tossed over her chair. Now naked, Jess strolled to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, grateful that the water heated up quickly. With a long sigh, Jess stepped into the shower and let the day’s tensions wash away. She always savored the moment when she could set her polished, poised exterior aside to relax and be herself again. Steam swirled around her, the spray massaging her full, round breasts, water cascading over her curvy hips and long legs. Jess closed her eyes and stood still, lost in the warmth and the sound of the rushing water. Gradually, she felt her mind and body re-awaken. She stretched, turned and began lathering shampoo into her long, red hair. Upon emerging from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, Jess’ mindset had entirely changed. No longer feeling sleepy, her mind was now on the texts she’d been exchanging with Eric earlier that afternoon. Sexting was a tradition of theirs whenever Jess had to be out of town on business. She had let him know she’d arrived safely by sending a picture of the skyline view from her room…artfully obstructed by her bare breast. The resulting conversation was so much fun, she’d nearly been late for the cocktail reception. She had arrived smiling, with her normally pale cheeks rather flushed. Jess decided it was time to heat things up with him again. Wearing only a towel, she strode over to her suitcase and pulled out a drawstring bag containing a few of her favorite sex toys. She placed the bag on her nightstand, then grabbed her phone and set it beside the bag. Tossing aside her towel, Jess turned back the covers on the bed and lay down naked on the cool, smooth sheets. Jess paused for a moment, thinking of Eric, his deep, sexy voice and skilled hands, his kisses warm on her neck. It wasn’t long before her hands began to roam over her body, cupping a breast the way Eric would if he were there, remembering the feel of his lips and tongue on her nipples. Eventually, her fingers began to stray between her legs. Jess softly massaged her clit, felt her pussy growing wet at the thought of her lover’s touch. After a few more moments, she reached into the bag on her nightstand and pulled out a slender, curving dildo. Continuing to rub her clit, she slipped it slowly into her pussy. With each long, slow thrust, Jess felt a new and much more enjoyable tension building within her. But she didn’t want to keep that pleasure all to herself. Taking her phone from the nightstand, she snapped a picture of the dildo penetrating her. “Wish you were here…” she added playfully, and sent the pic off to Eric. The response was almost immediate. “So do I! Can I see more? Please?” Jess gleefully obliged by sending a short video of the dildo sliding slowly in and out of her dripping pussy as she moaned softly with pleasure. “Oh, that’s good!” he replied. Then he asked, “Do you have any other toys in your little bag of tricks?” Jess couldn’t help grinning when she read the question. Jess had always loved to play with big, thick toys and she had been thrilled to learn that Eric loved to watch. Of course, she had packed her toy bag accordingly. She reached over and pulled out a much larger dildo, nearly 2 inches in diameter. She snapped a picture of it in her hand. “You mean something like this?” she inquired. “YES!” came the reply. “I want to see you fuck that big cock.” She slathered the huge toy with lube, then eased it inside her, savoring the full feeling it gave her. The firm pressure against her G-spot felt divine with each thrust. Jess filmed this for Eric, slowly moving the thick, silicone cock in and out of her pussy, letting him see and hear how much she enjoyed it. “Want to see me take it all?” she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. “Mmm…I want to see it buried deep in your pussy!” Eric answered. Jess took particular care with this video, making sure Eric could see all nine inches of the dildo disappear slowly inside her, before grinding against the base. Eric’s response came in the form of a picture of his cock, standing hard at attention with his hand wrapped around it. At the sight that delicious image, Jess reflexively began thrusting faster. “Think I’m going to come soon!” she somehow managed to text. She loved having his encouragement to help take her over the edge. What came next surprised her. “Not yet.” Jess paused mid-thrust, suddenly remembering something they had talked about earlier. She had finally admitted her submissive tendencies, that she wanted him to take control, tease her mercilessly. Her job required her to be strong, to always take charge of her situation…she wanted to know what it was like to surrender to someone else completely. Apparently, he’d taken her request to heart. Jess was pleasantly surprised to find him so receptive. She hadn’t expected to fulfill this fantasy so soon. Another message appeared: “I want you to hold off until you ache for it.” Despite her craving for release, Jess obeyed. The new thrill of surrendering outweighed her physical desires. “I’ll do anything you ask me to” Jess replied, meaning it with every fiber of her being. She waited then, on edge, yearning for his next message. “Good. I want you to test your control, push yourself to the limit, but don’t you dare come until I say so.” Jess very nearly disobeyed him just from the impact of those words. She hadn’t moved the dildo inside her by a millimeter, hadn’t so much as brushed a finger across her clit, but still she teetered on the brink of orgasm. She forced herself to focus on doing as Eric told her, slowing her breathing, willing her body back from the edge. “I’ll be good,” she answered. “And I think I know just what to do next.” “Show me,” he said. Jess began to ride the dildo, but only allowed herself the slightest of movements. She only took the first inch or two inside her, no matter how badly she wanted more. In this video, her moans were different, desperate, longing. Her pleasure was entirely in Eric’s hands. “Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.” Jess let out a groan of mingled frustration and excitement. She cursed his name, then thanked her lucky stars that she had finally found someone to fulfill this need for surrender. “I think that big toy filling you up might be too much for you to resist. Set it down for a while. Now I want you to stroke your clit as gently and lightly as you can with just the tip of your finger.” Jess instantly complied, sending video as proof of her good behavior. “Please…I’ll do anything if you let me come for you!” she begged. “You’ll have to show me how badly you need it,” he answered. Jess continued to play for Eric, until her moans became whimpers and the only words she could form were pleas for release. He kept urging her on, pushing her farther, letting her get within seconds of orgasm - only to demand that she stop. She lost all sense of time, her mind was so wrapped up in the need to please him. It would have been simple to ignore his commands, to give in to temptation. He was hundreds of miles away and would never have known. Yet she couldn’t do it…didn’t want to do it. She’d dreamed of this sweet agony for so long, she needed to see it all the way through to the end. After what seemed like hours, she begged him yet again. “I’m dripping wet now, aching, please can I come now?” “Let me see how wet your pussy is.” Jess snapped a picture of her pussy with her legs spread wide, her juices forming a puddle on the formerly pristine sheets. This time, she didn’t add a single word, letting that image speak for her. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw his next message. “You’ve been a very good girl, Jess. Now I want to see you fuck that dildo hard and finish for me.” Jess was so excited she could barely use her camera. Only her intense need to please Eric kept her from giving up and hurling it across the room. As soon as she got it to start recording, Jess began thrusting hard and fast. The need to obey Eric and her overwhelming need for release combined, building into a relentless wave of pleasure. Jess finally gave in to it entirely, coming hard and long. Her back arched as she came, soaking the sheets and shivering in ecstasy. Jess lay on the bed, catching her breath in the aftermath of that dizzying orgasm. She had fantasized for so long about what this kind of surrender might feel like, but even her wildest imaginings didn’t come close. She quickly sent off the video to Eric, still eager to please, hoping he would relish the results of his sweet torture. She was beginning to sense that confessing her submissive streak had brought out his own hidden dominant side. “Very, very nice,” he replied. “I take it you liked this little game?” “I may have cursed at you a few times, and I called you a number of colorful names.” Jess admitted. “But that last video says it all.” “A picture is worth a thousand words,” Eric agreed. The next message to appear on her screen was an image of Eric’s cock, covered with evidence of his satisfaction. Jess grinned at the sight. “This was incredible,” said Jess. “Thank you for letting me finally experience that fantasy.” “Oh, we’re far from done…“ Eric answered. “Just wait until you get home.” Jess fell asleep that night with a smile on her face, dreaming of things to come.

Prom night with Miss Boyd

 Prom night with Miss Boyd

  May 06, 2014 | 10437


closed in on her woman parts. I could smell her. I had never smelt a woman before and the scent drove me wild. I started to kiss and lick at her entry point, fast and furiously. “Slowly at first Trent. Like a lovely flower that needs to open in the morning light. Slowly.” It was prom night. I was all excited because after tonight school would be over and I would never have to go back and see the bloody jock that always made my life a nightmare I had built up the courage to ask Silvia Jackson, a physics major, to accompany me and after some hesitation she had finally agreed. My new suit looked sharp. The car arrived. I headed off to Silvia’s place to pick her up. I got out of the limo and walked up her garden path. Small, solar charged lamps shone brightly guiding my way to the door. As I stepped up to the porch, fear and nerves twisted my insides. The door opened and Silvia’s father stood there. “Hello you must be Trent.” he said as he walked out onto the porch and closed the door behind him. “Yes Sir.” I replied, “Nice to meet you.” I held out my hand to shake his. He gripped my hand hard, squeezing all my fingers together. “Trent let me be frank with you.” he said his grip so tight I couldn’t get free. “Silvia is a good girl and I hope your intentions are nothing but honorable. Do you understand me?” “Yes Sir. Perfectly.” I said nodding, still trying to free my hand from his massive mitt that was squashing every nerve and fiber in my hand. “As long as we are on the same page then.” he said letting go of my hand after one more tight squeeze - as if his grasp hadn’t already been enough to make me understand and get my attention. He opened the door. “Silvia, come sweetheart. Trent’s here to pick you up with the car.” Silvia’s mum and younger brother walked in to the foyer area where doors to the left took you to the lounge and the stairs were directly in front. “Silvia dear, it’s time!” Mrs Jackson called again. Silvia appeared. She looked so different from the way she did at school, the light glowed behind her as she walked down the stairs. Her dress was a light pink color with high heels and matching purse. Her hair was set free from the usual ponytail and flowed and bounced over her shoulders as she walked. Little ringlets adorned her face. “Wow!” I let out, “You look beautiful.” Her father walked out with a corsage and put it on her wrist. “Be home before 12 you pair. Have a great evening.” “Photos first, photos first.” said Mrs Jackson holding her camera. I stepped in close to Silvia - she smelled as good as she looked. “Smile!” The flash blurred my eyes. Then we were off. When we arrived everyone was there and other cars were dropping off fellow students all togged up for the evening. Teachers were ushering as many people as they could into the hall and having trouble as everyone was talking pictures of groups and selfies to record the last night of their school lives. The hall was amazing. Starlight and dreams was the theme and it looked as if we were in another world and not the gym. A DJ was pumping the music out. Some people we already on the dance floor, most were just mingling and some were at the buffet table eating their fill. “Silvia, Silvia!” I heard a girl call. It was Deborah one of Silvia’s friends. They hugged and exchanged pleasantries - I got the first hint that I might be an accessory for the evening. “He’s here.” said Deborah. “Look! Look over there.” she said gushing out all over the place. “Where?” Silvia asked. “Where? Don’t lie.” she said making no attempt to hide the excitement running through her voice. “Over there next to Matt and James near the punch bowl.” Her voice was getting higher with each word. “Shit he is!” replied Silvia. “Oh Trent I just need to go and say Hi to someone. Is that ok?” she said not caring about my reply as she started walking. My night went from a total high to a total bust. I sat on the chairs hoping that she might return but all I saw was Chad Stevens kissing her and groping that ‘good girl’ all over. As the DJ called for everyone to take the floor for the last song I looked around and saw some girls sitting looking and waiting. I tossed my pity in and asked them, any of them, to dance. I was only met by laughter and “No thank you Trent.” I walked out the front and sat on the wall. My prom, the night of nights was disaster and I couldn’t wait to get out of here. I heard the song finish and everyone started to head out. Cars started to arrive as everyone took photos of the disheveled bunch they had become. I looked for my car to take me home. Silvia and Chad came out. He was still all over her. Miss Boyde walked up to me. “It seems that the night didn’t work out the way you planned Trent.” her words were soft and somewhat comforting, “No Miss it didn’t. I just want to get out of here.” I said. I saw my car pull up. Chad and Silvia ran up to it. I walked over. “Trent you don’t mind Chad getting in with us do you? He needs a lift home as well.” she said as his hand ran over her ass. “I… well you see…” words escaped me. “Thanks Trent you are such a sweetie.” she said as they both jumped into the back seat. I slammed the door behind them. I couldn’t face sitting in the back seat a loser. I closed the door, walked away to the edge of the grass area and sat down. The dew of the night had set in and now my pants were soaked as well. Miss Boyde walked up to me and said “That was nice of you Trent. Let me take you home. My car is over here.” Resigned to my fate I stood up and walked to her car and got in. “Ok so where do you live?” she asked. I told her the address as I put my seatbelt on. “So was your night all that bad?” she asked. “Yes Miss. Totally. I saved up for this suit and car and I spent 5 minutes with Silvia until she took off and hooked up with Chad for the evening.” I said, disappointment filling my voice. “Oh that’s so harsh.” she said. “Can I tell you something?” “Sure Miss.” my response was lack luster. “My prom was a nightmare as well. Johnny Silverman was supposed to be my date, but the morning of the prom he called me to say that he was taking Katie Hoffman. The morning of the bloody prom.” I could still hear the anger in her voice. “His loss Miss. He missed out on someone nice.” “Nice wasn’t want Johnny wanted. And if he played his cards right he would have got what he wanted.” she said I swallowed. A teacher talking about sex. I was shocked. “Well he missed out big time then. Silly fool.” I said. “He did so. And I think Silvia has missed out as well.” said Miss Boyde. There was a pause then she continued… “So do you want to go straight home? Or let me take you somewhere to see if we can find that cute smile of yours?” ‘My cute smile?’ I thought. I didn’t even know she knew me or my smile. “Sure Miss that would be nice.” I replied without hesitation. We drove for another 10 minutes and ended up across town at a set of apartments. There were 4 in the block. She parked on the side of the street. “Well are you coming up?” she asked. “Errrrr where are we?” I asked confused. “My place. Come on lets go.” she said getting out of the car. I climbed out and followed her. She opened the door and ran up the stairs with me following like a shadow behind her. “This is it my place. It’s not much but hey I’m a teacher I don’t get paid much.” We walked inside. Her walls were covered in art. Mostly it was painted by her but there were others as well. “So Trent do you want a drink?” she asked. She’d opened up two beers before I had time to answer. “Sure.” I said acting like a man of the world. She passed me a bottle “Let’s toast. To finding your smile.” she said. I took a swig. Then another. “So Trent. What did you hope would happen tonight?” she asked chugging back another mouthful of beer. “I hoped to dance and sing and well maybe get to second base. You know it’s prom and things happen.” My words were out before I knew it. “Well that sounds like a lovely night.” she said as she walked over and put on some music. She put her empty bottle on the counter. “Let’s dance.” she said. I skulled the rest of my beer which was already making me feel woozy as I had never drank alcohol before. Then I reached out and grabbed the hand she held out to me. We danced in her lounge room to a few fast songs, swinging our hips and jumping about. “What about this?” she asked as she put on a slow song. My nerves filled my body once again. “Miss… I…” “Yes Trent. Come here.” She leaned in to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my hands around her waist. I could feel her face nuzzle into my neck and ear sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “Trent.” she whispered in my ear. “How about we skip second and go for home?” Her words seemed to release an inner fire in her. She started to kiss my face and lips. I just went with it. “Miss.” I stammered “I well… I’m a virgin.” Fear escaped with each word. “That’s lovely Trent. Lovely. Just believe in your body, follow it, and it will be all good.” Her lips found mine once again and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Her hands had moved from my hips and were roaming around my ass. “So Trent, do you do you want to go home?” she asked. “No Miss. I want to stay.” She stopped and smiled. “Well then I think we have some teaching to do don’t you?” With this she dropped to her knees, undid my belt and trousers. My hard cock sprung out. My pants were around my ankles and my hands were on my head as she took my cock in her mouth for the first time. “Oooooo…. that feels sooo good… Miss.” I said with a stammer. She looked up at me as she continued to suck. It made it even more sexy to see my teacher’s eyes as her lips and mouth wrapped around my cock. She licked at it then bent her head under and sucked and licked my balls, pulling my shaft as she did. “So Trent have we found that smile yet?” she asked with a purr. I nodded. My legs grew weak as the pleasure over took my body. She noticed and stood up. “Undress me Trent. Take my clothes off.” I fumbled at the buttons of her shirt and slid it off her shoulders. I moved around the back and undid her skirt. It wasn’t cool at all - I was all thumbs. But when it fell to the floor I gasped. Her ass glowed in the light. No panties. I reached up and undid her bra off first go - more by good luck than anything. I came back around the front to see her huge breasts hanging in the light. “Well Trent. Do you like what you see?” she asked. “I do Miss. I really do.” I yelped like a starving puppy. “Well to the bedroom then I think. I am so fucking wet for you.” she said. “My hard cock pointed the way as I turned to follow.” She lay on the bed. I stood there not knowing what to do waiting for a instruction. “Well aren’t you going to take the rest of your clothes off?” she asked. Within seconds I was naked. “Now Trent come and taste me. You should always taste your food before your devour it.” I crawled up between her legs. Once again nerves ran through me as I had no idea what I was going to do. “Follow your body Trent.” she said as if she could hear the voices in my head. I closed in on her woman parts. I could smell her. I had never smelt a woman before and the scent drove me wild. I started to kiss and lick at her entry point, fast and furiously. She grabbed my head. “Slowly at first Trent. Like a lovely flower that needs to open in the morning light. Slowly.” Her hands held my head in place where she needed and wanted me. I licked slowly and purposefully. She started to move her hips and grind into my face just lightly but enough for me to start to follow her movements. Together we gradually increased our pace and strength. “Oh Trent that’s a good. My…ohhh yes Trent keep it just like that, just like that. I will give you an…… aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….” Her body moved in an uncontrolled motion her hands jamming my head so I could only lick one spot as she continued to buck into my face. I licked until it seemed she had finished. “Ohh Trent that was sooooo nice. B-plus I think for that.” she said. Her voice had changed, it was deep and full of want. “On your back Trent.” she demanded. I rolled on my back my cock standing strong. “I love young boys Trent. I really do. They are always ready.” she rolled over and sucked my cock a few times then jumped on top of me. Her pussy slid over my dick as a sock would a foot. She sat there for a while. It was warm soft and incredible. I had never felt something so amazing before. I started to move under her. I wanted more. I wanted to see what would happen. “Trent tell me when you are about to cum. I want to know.” she said looking into my eyes. “Yes Miss. I will.” I had cum before on tissues and in my dreams but never with a person. She slowly started to grind her body on mine. “Oh that’s good so fucking hard inside me.” she moaned. “So fucking hard.” I couldn’t really move although I needed to. My body was telling me to move, fuck and pump. She rode me with pleasure in every move. She moved my hair from my face and I felt her pussy muscles tighten and saw the strain on her face release as her juice dripped down over my balls. The longer we went the harder she pounded her hole on my dick. Hard, fast and incredible. Then she sat up. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my teacher’s body and breasts bounce as she rode me like a cowgirl queen. She seemed to know I was getting close and slowed to let me recover a little. “Miss you are incredible. I think this is the best lesson I have ever been taught. I promise I will remember.” “Trent I am sure you will remember me forever. Everyone remembers prom night.” She climbed off me and crawled to the edge of the bed face down. “Trent come behind me and slide yourself back into my hot juicy pussy. This is called doggie.” she said watching me as I jumped up and walked behind her. “Grab my hips Trent after you slide into me. Now don’t be nice. I want a good fucking. Stop if you need to. But I want you to hold me, pull me and fuck me good ok?” she said as she lay on the bed with her face to one side. I did as she said. I took hold of my cock, slid it back inside her and started to thrust in and out. ‘She’s right listen to your body.’ I thought. I realized that knew how to fuck without ever having been shown. I stared to hold her hips as required and my back arched as my hips flexed and my dick thrust deep inside her. “That’s it Trent!” she yelled “Fuck me, fuck your teacher! Fuck me.” Her pussy muscles danced all over my cock as her body wiggled all over the bed. “I’m cumming.” she screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me, shove that beautiful cock inside my juicy hole.” She screamed with all her might and her pussy squeezed milking the cum out of my cock - it wasn’t long before I started to cum. “Miss. Miss I can’t stop Miss I going to…” she bucked back as she knew I was about to cum and pushed me off her and jumped on the bed. “On my tits Trent. Cum on my tits.” she demanded. Her hand worked her pussy rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers inside herself. “Cum Trent, cum. I want that hot juice all over my girls.” she said again. “Yes Miss yesssssssssss…..” I felt an intense pleasure rip through my body like an out of control steam train. I pulled harder and faster on my cock then ever before almost fucking my hand in mid air. As the cum entered my shaft I jumped closer and directed my cock directly above and at Miss Boyd’s beautiful breasts. Load after sprayed out the end of my cook. With no way possible for me to control where they landed jet after jet smashed into her chest, breasts, face and bed. Miss Boyde screamed out “Yes Trent yessssss….” she had three fingers buried in her hole as she came and shook on the bed under my hot shower. I continued to pull hard until I was spent. I opened my eyes and Miss was rubbing my cum all over her breasts. She was covered – it was all over her face, breasts and belly. I had made her the perfect artwork and she was just lying in it reveling in the pleasure. “Oh Miss that was incredible you are the best teacher ever.” I said as a smile beamed across my face. She smiled, “See Trent I knew we could find that smile of yours.

The Rough And Gentle Night Rioting Parade

The Rough And Gentle Night RiotingParade January 29, 2016 | 60241

A lonely man and a bartender decide that tonight is their night, after days of flirting. Jay, a drifter with a large domination/sadism kink, decides to treat Anne with respect. Anne spends her night with Jay, losing her virginity to the mysterious man. Jay had always been interested in the woman. Despite her job, working as a bartender at Husk’s Head Bar, she seemed to be interesting enough. He often visited the bar, due to a alcoholic addiction, and she would serve him every time. The visits became more and more frequent. He found his eyes tracing her curves, or the way the plaid shirt folded around her breasts. It wasn't like Jay to be so attracted to a woman, for he had always been somewhat afraid of himself during sex. He was sadistic, abusive, and dominate. He treated his partners like scum. But this woman, Anne Blooming, she seemed so kind. Almost like a flower, that Jay could never damage. It was a late tuesday, and Jay sat alone at the counter. He was slouched over, his head fuzzy and pounding as he downed another shot. The man wasn't drunk- no, not yet. But he was determined to be. Anne passed him, waving her hips in such a fashion that she seemed to be flaunting her ass. Jay couldn't help but notice. He felt a shiver down his spine, imagining what he could do to that ass. Amidst his day dreaming, Anne was watching him. She saw this strange, haggard young man daily, always looking so lost. All she wanted was to show him a good time, but she was a shy woman, and had never done such a thing. Jay decided to take it upon himself to speak to her. If he wanted to, he could be quite a convincing young man. With the will of a his quiet, almost seductive voice, he could succumb woman to give into his wishes. “Ma’am” Jay summoned, waving her over. Anne had a large platter of drinks in her hand. She set it down for the men sitting in a booth, and trotted over to Jay. “I hope I’m not out of line asking this- but are you free tonight?” Jay surprised himself, being so forward. Anne held a flutter of excited anticipation in her chest. She didn't want to seem too excited, but she had been waiting for this man to ask her out for the past week or so. “Oh, yes, I am. I’ll be off in a half hour, is that okay? I’m Anne by the way” Anne laughed nervously, extending her arm. James smiled, but his eyes remained somewhat troubled. He obliged, shaking her small hand with his cold one “My pleasure. I am Jay.” “Hello Jay. I-I have to get back to work- uhm, meet me in the back?” Jay nodded, smiling “Sounds good.” It was rather a quick and awkward exchange, but both of their intentions were clear. Jay wanted to fuck a beautiful woman, and Anne wanted to make love to a mysterious man. Forty five minutes later, James leaned up against a wall, smoking. It was cold outside, and all he had was a brown leather jacket. He was a tall, thin man who had been traveling on foot for about a month. Often he would prey upon whores or desperate and bored woman, and practically kill them after filling his desires. He was a lost man, who was more focused on hurting others than healing himself. His hair was black and somewhat unruly, and he had cold grey eyes that held so much pain people couldn't look him in the eye. He blew a plume of smoke into the air and sighed heavily, wondering where Anne was. As if summoned by his thought, she came rushing out of the back door, wearing a thick wool sweater. “I’m so sorry! John made me wash the-” “It’s alright. My place or yours?” “Oh, um, yours I guess” Anne smiled, nervously running a hand through her long curly black hair. Jay drove in his beat up truck he had rented a few days ago. He had mostly been traveling on foot, so a car was a blessing. It smelled like horrid air fresheners, but Anne didn't mind. Jay’s home was very empty, she thought to herself. He had recently moved in, but didn't have much furniture nor boxes in it at all. Anne’s intentions became clear to Jay when she took of her top, and tossed it on his bed. They had just arrived, and Anne, being a nervous mess, didn't know to proceed. So, she just threw off her plaid shirt, exposing her large breasts and lacey bra. Jay stood in the bedroom entrance, surprised. He was captivated by her swelling breasts, barely contained by her bra. Without speaking, he approached her, and looked deep into her hazel eyes. Silently, he bent down and let his cold fingers stroke her face. Their lips met, and James gently bit in the kiss. Anne felt rush of blood go down to her labia, and she resisted the urge to fling herself upon the tall man. Jay grabbed the back of her head, pushing her closer to him. He was rough and demanding in the action, and Anne wondered if she was in over her head. With nimble fingers, he undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. He nipples brushed up against his shirt, hardening in the cold room. While his lips remained against hers, his fingers fondled the breasts, a hard on rising slowly in his pants. Her skin was soft and warm, almost like a child’s. James found himself running his teeth along her neck, in a animalistic manner. He pushed the woman down onto the bed, crouched over her, rubbing his crotch upon hers. This turned Anne on immensely, and she resisted the urge to stroke him out of apprehension and anxiety. Jay thrusted upon her, taking her nipple in his mouth. He twilred his tongue around her tit, making her moan. As he did so, he undid her pants, and she wriggled them down to her ankles. The woman’s pink panties were damp, and she squeaked as James gently stroked the soft bulge of her labia. As he did so, he smiled slightly to himself, watching her moan and twist at the mere command of his fingers. Anne was surprised when their steady pace took a rapid turn. Jay was suddenly biting at her neck, his fingers slipping past her paintes, and borrowing deep within her folds. His hardon was raging, pressing tightly against his jeans. He thrusted slightly as he fingered her, rapidly moving his finger deep inside her. Her neck ached as he bit, the metallic taste of blood faintly stroking his tongue. Right before Anne was about it climax, Jay withdrew. Anne looked at him with confusion, but that confusion melted away when he undid his zipper. His member was rather large, but not overwhelming. It was throbbing, already dripping with precum. He panted, grinning slightly like a madman. “Suck it” He said with a growl. Anne had never done such a thing, but she had certainly day dreamed about it. She gave him a small nod, and pressed her lips against the head. It was warmer than she was expecting, and tasted slightly salty. Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, and James smiled. She was a beginner, no more experienced than a teenager. He decided to show her how to really suck. “I’m going to thrust, is that alright?” Jay never usually asked for permission, but he decided to be a gentleman in this fling. “Mhhm” Anne nodded. He began to rotate his hips back and forth, thrusting into her mouth. He slowly crescendoed, till be was gripping her head, and pushing himself to the back of her throat. She gagged, but that only excited Jay more. Anne had tears in her eyes, as she looked up at Jay, but it wasn't out of fear, it was out of pleasure. Part of her enjoyed being used like this. She wanted to make the man feel good. Before Jay got too carried away, he quickly retreated and ordered her the bend over the bed. Anne obliged, sticking out her round ass for Jay’s appreciation. He slapped her a few times, watching the red mark of his had briefly show before fading. He rubbed her pussy a little, stirring the juices around to act as a lube, for he lacked one at the moment. Entering her vagina made him moan roughly. She whimpered, so Jay took it slow. He carefully moved in and out of her, her pussy flexing to his will. “Oh Jay” She whispered, her voice thick with lust. His thrusting became more and more intense as he reached a climax. It felt so good that it hurt, but it was pleasant pain. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, holding on her her body as he violated it. “Oh my! I-I’m going to!” He voice was cut off by a large moan as she reached her breaking point. Simultaneously, so did Jay, hot cum spewing into her pussy. Her groaned, his member twitching as it released semen into her body. After the orgasms, James slid his slightly limp cock from her, dripping with fluid. Sweat beaded across both of their foreheads as they panted, both amazed by the night. “Thank you, Jay” Anne whispered as she laid, wrapped up in his arms. Jay kissed the top of her head with a smile.

The First Time Doesn't Have to Be the Last pieces of Jade

The First Time Doesn't Have to Be the Last PiecesofJade

May 31, 2014 | 16126 Views Contest Entry "Come here," he said, leaning back. "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock." I paused in the act of bringing my wineglass to my lips. My eyes opened wide as I looked over the rim of the glass at him. "What?" I said. "Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrows and got that "look" he gets in his eyes sometimes. A look that makes me shiver with anticipation. "Do I have to say it twice?" Of course he didn't. I swallowed and hastily set the glass aside, then slid off the patio chair to the cement deck of the balcony. "Of course not," I said, kneeling at his feet. "It's just—" I glanced around at our exposed position once again. "You've never— We've never—" He stared down at me impassively. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" "Spread your legs," Jack said. I had seated myself across from him on the upstairs balcony, wineglass in hand, after handing him his gin and tonic. The air was muggy and thick, a typical summer evening in St. Louis; thunderheads gathering, threatening a storm. I wore a short summer dress, high-heeled, strappy sandals – and nothing else. I glanced down anxiously through the balcony's wrought-iron railings to the street below. In the early dusk it was still possible to look up from the street and see us clearly on the balcony. He saw my nervous glance down and met my eyes, waiting. I took a shaky breath and obeyed, spreading my knees apart for him, though I left the hem of the dress draped over my thighs. "Wider," he said, holding my gaze. "Hook your ankles behind the legs of the chair." I did as I was told, spreading my legs wide, feeling my heart starting to race. He took a swallow of his drink. "Lift your dress," he continued. "I want to see your cunt." I hesitated a moment, then pulled the hem of my dress all the way up, exposing myself for him – and anyone else that happened to be looking up. He didn't look at my pussy though, just stared into my eyes, and I knew that he was enjoying my reactions more than the sight of the flesh I was exposing for him. I imagined what he was seeing as he looked at me: the flush creeping up my neck, my lips parted as I struggled to regulate my suddenly shallow breathing. I also imagined what he would see if he looked down at my cunt, and knew he would like what he saw there, too: the folds of my sex glistening with moisture, pulsing a little as my pussy clenched and unclenched in my excitement and fear that someone might look up and see me there on display. I took a gulp of my wine. He looked down then, and his gaze on my bare pussy was like a caress. The wind picked up out of nowhere, teasing and cooling my heated flesh. He raised his eyes to mine again, pinning me there. "Touch yourself," he said softly. I took a shuddering breath and slowly, hesitantly, began to stroke my soft outer lips. The labia were sensitive after having shaved only that afternoon, and they felt like velvet. His eyes never left mine as I probed a little deeper, sliding my finger between my delicate inner folds, feeling the wetness gathering on my fingertip as I did so and an ache beginning to build inside me. My clit throbbed, and I brushed my fingers lightly across it, heightening the exquisite sensations. "Put a finger inside yourself, Carrie," Jack told me. He was leaning slightly forward, the drink forgotten in his hand as he watched my face. I had to force myself not to look down at the street again. I knew he could see the conflict of emotions playing across my face. The desire to do as he said, the fear of getting caught. Although he'd made me expose myself on the balcony and in other public places several times in the past, it had never been like this. He'd never made me masturbate in public. I shuddered and slid a finger through my wetness and into that tight, dark slit inside myself, letting the sensations roll over me and closing my eyes against the thought of someone seeing what I was doing. "Open your eyes," he said, his voice sharp. "Look at me." My eyes popped open again and met his. Far off, thunder rolled and the wind gusted. A smile softened the sharp edge of his tone. "That's it, baby," he said. "Fuck yourself. Put another finger inside yourself." The possibility of being seen or heard was forgotten as I stared into his eyes and pushed another finger into my cunt. My clit ached unbearably, and I started to circle it with my thumb, feeling my excitement rising as the wind began to pick up and the sun went down behind the darkening clouds. The feel of my pussy tightening around my fingers, and of the slick, wet skin of my cunt and my fingers pushing in and out, all while he sat across from me, watching me, was almost enough to push me over the edge into an orgasm. "That's enough," he said abruptly. I gasped, outraged, but stilled my fingers obediently, a panting sigh of displeasure leaving my lips. I saw a grin tug at the side of his mouth and knew he was remembering how shy I had been when we had first gotten together; how the first time he had made me exhibit myself for him had almost made me cry with embarrassment. A rumble of thunder much closer than before and the sound of a car going by on the street below brought me out of my reverie, and suddenly I was aware once more of how exposed I was, of what we were doing. I glanced down at the street below, but I knew better than to close my thighs yet, or to straighten the hem of my dress. I looked over at him and he nodded approvingly. I took a sip of my wine and tried to regain my composure. "Come here," he said, leaning back. "On your knees. I want you to suck my cock." I paused in the act of bringing my wineglass to my lips. My eyes opened wide as I looked over the rim of the glass at him. "What?" I said. "Here? Now?" He raised his eyebrows and got that "look" he gets in his eyes sometimes. A look that makes me shiver with anticipation. "Do I have to say it twice?" Of course he didn't. I swallowed and hastily set the glass aside, then slid off the patio chair to the cement deck of the balcony. "Of course not," I said, kneeling at his feet. "It's just—" I glanced around at our exposed position once again. "You've never— We've never—" He stared down at me impassively. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" My hands shook slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. My heart was pounding again and my pussy throbbed. I felt wetness beginning to trail down between my thighs. I loved it when he was demanding. I loved that fierce edge to him, the one that said he would allow no disobedience. I knew my best friend, Emily, would never understand it, and so I had never talked about our unusual dynamic with her, but Jack and I both knew he would never have to tell me to do something twice, no matter how outrageous it seemed. In fact the more outrageous, the more danger there was in being caught, the hotter it made us both. And the harder he pushed me to do those things, the wetter I got. Just last week he had called me at work and told me to finger myself to orgasm, right there at my desk, during a conference call. And I had done it, stifling my moans with a fist to my mouth as my CEO had droned on and on about— Something. I never did remember what the call was about. Jack's cock was already stiffening beneath his khaki slacks. As I stroked him through the material, I looked down at the street below. It was just past dusk, but it seemed darker due to the storm clouds that had begun to gather in earnest. A streetlight on the far corner made a pool of light, under which a woman stood, waiting for a bus. I felt Jack's cock twitch as his eyes followed mine. My pussy twitched in response. "Do it," he said. His voice betrayed his own excitement, and this excited me even more. With another quick, surreptitious glance at the woman standing at the bus stop, I unzipped his fly and pulled the top of his boxers down. His cock sprang free, already swollen, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I leaned forward and licked it up like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. I loved the taste of his pre-cum, and could only hope that one day he would come in my mouth, allowing me to taste his semen. It was something he said he seldom did, and never had with me. Yet. I kept holding out for that "yet." Thunder rolled overhead as I dipped my head to his cock again, taking just the tip in my mouth and sucking on it. He sighed and I continued to pull and suck on it for a few more minutes, concentrating all my attention there before I finally took him all the way in my mouth and felt his cock nudge against the back of my throat. I loved that moment, my mouth stretched wide, trying to keep my teeth from scraping him, even as I struggled to take in all of him. I loved the slide of his cock – thick and hard and insistent – as I took him deeper, opening my throat for him. I loved the struggle to take him deeper yet, fighting the gag reflex, wanting to swallow him whole. I forgot the street below and the woman who might look up and see me there on my knees, my head bobbing up and down in his lap, as I gave myself over to the pleasure of pleasuring him, of stroking him, up and down, with my mouth and hands. I looked up to see his head tipped back and his eyes finally closed. I realized how dark it had gotten, dusk giving way to night as lightning lit up the sky behind him, illuminating the planes of his face. Thunder crashed around us a moment later and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Don't stop," he said, his voice husky. I bent my face to my task, sliding my mouth down the full length of his cock again before pulling away slightly so that I could lick the shaft from the root to the tip, over and over. His hips jumped up at me and I felt his hand on the back of my head. Suddenly lightning and thunder crashed almost simultaneously over us, and a moment later the skies opened up, first in a few drops of rain, and then in a sudden, ferocious, deluge. When I started to sit back, preparing to head inside out of the rain, though, he put both hands on the back of my head, and pulled me to him again. "Don't stop," he panted, his voice hoarse. "Don't…fucking… stop." He pumped his hips up and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as the rain poured down on us and the thunder crashed overhead. I was panting too, panting and gagging and swallowing rain. Suddenly I felt his foot between my knees, nudging them apart, and I spread them gladly, no longer caring if the bus stop woman could see us in the flashes of lightning. I felt his bare toes push against my cunt and I spread my thighs even farther apart, wanting to give him access, wanting him inside of me desperately. I didn't care what part of him it was. A second later I felt his toes pushing into me and as he pushed my mouth down onto his cock I pushed my cunt down onto his foot and started fucking him. I rocked back and forth with the rhythm of his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth. Rainwater choked me, lightning blinded me, thunder pounded over us. In the moments between the thunder, I heard his harsh breathing and my own choked whimpers. I rode him, pushing, grinding myself against his foot even as he ground his cock into my mouth and I felt that beautiful, aching, spiraling feeling as my orgasm built, as I felt the invasion of his foot and his cock inside of me. He was pounding his cock into my mouth now, fucking my throat, and the first pulses of an orgasm began to wash over me. I tore my mouth away, gasping for air, needing to cry out as I came, but he grabbed my head again and pushed my mouth down onto him, forcing me up and down almost violently on his cock. "Don't stop," he gasped. "I told you—" But his words were lost in a crash of thunder and suddenly he pushed my head down and held me there tightly as his hips thrust up. My pussy spasmed, clenching around his foot, and his cock swelled in my mouth, and suddenly he was gasping and convulsing over me. I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and then the sweet taste of his semen mixing with the rainwater pouring down. I gasped and swallowed and looked up at him through the rain. His grip had loosened, but he still held my face between his hands. He grinned at me and shook his head. "There's a first time for everything," I said, smiling. Below us I heard the sound of the bus as it pulled away from the bus stop. I looked down, and as lightning flashed, I was sure that I saw a woman's face peering up at us from the back window.

Birthday Fisting

Birthday Fisting Mrs Juicy July 21, 2014 | 105957 Views

Then my words failed me as I felt Sir move his thumb off my clit and into my hole, slowly he rubbed and prodded until he found the right angle and then he was in. “Sir! Sir, slow please Sir!” I begged as I was sure I was about to be ripped apart. Never have I had ever felt so spread and so full. The walls of my hole molded around the shape of his hand holding him as tight as they could, protecting me from the inevitable onslaught that was about to come. The one thing Alice wanted above all else was to finally be fisted. We had talked about it for weeks, months even. In fact since we met on line about 6 months ago. The first few weeks we just got to know each other by email and on the phone. Our second meeting was our first weekend together. It was incredible - we barley left the bedroom. I fucked Alice in every hole three, maybe four times and she took it all and came back for more. Her desire was unmatched by any lady I had every met and it was only exceeded by her enthusiasm. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow was going to be different. Very different. -------------- Ben seemed different from all the other guys I talked to. Confident, cheeky and very knowledgeable when it came to conversations about sex. We had met on line and started to get to know each other quite well. The last time we met we fucked for the whole weekend ordering takeout so we didn’t have to leave the room. Ben new his way around a woman’s body I left that Sunday night feeling sore and deeply satisfied. Saturday was my birthday and the only present I wanted was to have a persons fist inside my pussy. I have had dildos black, pink, white, double-enders and massive fat ones. I have taken the biggest, fattest cocks I could find but still craved the one and only thing that I was yet to tick off the list. I have found most guys talk the talk but when it comes to it don’t have a clue. Some just are too bull at the gates or should I say flaps. Others get started and then back out worried they might break me or split me or something. Either way my soul still burned for it and Ben promised me it for my Birthday. I fully intended to enjoy my present. ---------- The following day I arrived at Alice’s place and she let me in. It was three minutes from the beach, which suited her long blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. She was fit and her body was taut. She surfed and practiced Yoga regularly and her physique showed it. Alice let me in and I handed her a bottle of Penfold’s Grange for later. I know how wine takes her edge off and I haven’t found better than a good Grange for a celebration. I also needed her nice and relaxed for later as I was going to give her, the present she wanted. She wrapped her arms around me and closed the door behind us as we walked into the kitchen. It was three in the afternoon and Alice had already taken the top off a bottle of champagne and was three quarters through when I arrived. -------------------------------- Ben arrived about three in the afternoon. My pussy had been on fire all day every part of me just wanted it and wanted him. Wanted to be filled. I had already fucked myself three times with my soft fleshy 9-inch fat boy. That was before I even opened my eyes. (I had it by the bed after fucking myself with it last night so I just used it again this morning.) I got up and went out and did my walk on the beach then headed to the little grassy spot where I sit and watch the waves roll in and meditate. Then I did my yoga session before walking back home again. But today I struggled to concentrate. My pussy kept interrupting. It wanted more so I stretched my limbs and went home and took out the fattest dildo I have. It’s fat and about 7 inches long and brown in color. It’s not as soft as my fleshy one but not so hard as to feel totally fake. Slowly I slid it inside me, working my clit and pushing it in getting past my lips and into my woman’s nest is always hard, but I always seem to find the way. I lay with my legs spread wide and played with my clit until I came. The feeling of this protruding monster, along with thoughts in my head of Ben coming over to fist me, made me explode and I came everywhere; juice spraying all over the bedding as the orgasm ripped through my body like a cyclone leaving me totally exhilarated in its wake. About 20 minutes before Ben arrived I couldn’t sit still. So I went back upstairs and got my black long double-ended dildo and had some fun. The lube next to my bed made it easy for it to slide it into my pussy and my ass and I expertly used both ends to fuck both of my lower holes until I came. First in my ass, then in my pussy, then an almighty explosion as I pumped both to climax. Still I yearned for more; I yearned for Ben and his fist. Finally he arrived. “Its great to see you, I have been so horny all day. I just can’t shake it.” I said. “Did you bring my present?” I asked. Ben smiled. -------------------------- I could see that Alice was horny and needed a fucking. I didn’t know if she would be able to wait until that night. I took my hands out of my jacket pocket and extended them to her. On each wrist was a ribbon. “Go on then open them.” I said. Alice’s face lit up and she smiled so bright. “For me? Oh you shouldn’t have! And two of them!” She pulled on one of the bows and it fell to the floor. Then she pulled the other, again letting the ribbon fall away. “Do you like them?” I asked. “I sure do. It’s just what I wanted.” she said with a smile, pouring me a drink and topping up her own at the same time. ------------------- Ben pulled his hands out of his pockets both of them had a ribbon wrapped around each wrist, the ribbon was blue on one hand and a deep crimson on the other the ends frayed and the bows perfectly shaped. They were the best present I had ever received and I couldn’t wait to make good use of them . My pussy had a sudden rush of pleasure and I felt the juice start to run down my leg. I couldn’t wait I didn’t care for the niceties any way. I poured Ben a drink and filled up my glass once again. I was ready at easy and truly wanton. I sat looking at ben him telling me about his day but in truth all I could think about was him throwing me down and fucking me senseless like he did the last time we met. I held his hand in mine imagining it going inside me I wanted nothing else. “Ben I have fucked my self three times today. I want my present and I want it now . Please give it to me, please fist my wanton hole.” I lifted my skirt and showed him my bare pussy. He could see the juice marks on my legs and new I was ready for him as I spread my legs wide for him to see. He looked at me not shocked or maybe he was that I had took so long spread my legs the first time we met I said hi I’m Alice nice to me you now fuck me. So her was here for twenty minutes before I gave in to my desires. -------------------------- Alice was on fire. She stood in the kitchen lifting her skirt high and showing me her beautiful, shaved bare pussy. “It is so beautiful my dear.” I said, knowing what she wanted but making her work hard to get it. To earn it in a way I guess. “Ah Alice it’s early – there’s time for this later – let’s enjoy the moment right now.” Once again I knew this would push her buttons a little bit more. “Ben it’s my Birthday and I’ll get fucked if I want to… that’s how the song goes. You promised me a fisting and that’s what you are going to give me.” She stood like a child having a tantrum stamping her feet and spreading her legs wide, running her fingers over her pussy lips and clit. “Taste me Ben it’s ready.” she said ------------------ I held out the fingers I’d just rubbed all over my pussy. They were now covered in my juice. “Well taste me Ben - I’m ready.” I said. No was not an option. Ben moved closer and I put my two fingers in his mouth. His mouth was warm and soft and he sucked long and hard on both fingers at first then one and the other. As he did I felt two of his fingers disappear inside me. As I said, he knows his way around and found my g-spot immediately. Within a few strokes I was cumming, my legs spreading wider as he continued to suck my fingers clean and finger-fuck my hole. ------------------ Alice was in no mood for waiting, and what Alice wants Alice usually goes out and gets. Her fingers slid into my mouth. She tasted as good as I remembered. I sucked and licked her fingers then reached down and slid two then three fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot making her cum providing me with extra play juice for what was about to unfold. “That’s a good girl Alice, you want them inside you don’t you Alice?” I said. Alice pulled me close to her. Her mouth was inches from my ear. “Yes I do Ben I really do need them inside me.” she said her demands gone and her want on show. “Take me to your bedroom I want your first time to be on your bed.” I said and she led the way. Although her place was light and airy, her room was dark. The windows were covered in a thick purple curtain which stopped all the light from shining its warming glow on us. Candles were ablaze all around the room giving it a soft light haze. The sent of sex and candle filled the air. “Are you sure this is what you want Alice? Really sure?” I asked knowing her answer before she said it. “Yes Ben I need it you know I do.” she replied. --------------- In my bedroom I had already lit all the candles in preparation for Ben’s arrival. The roomed smelled of my two-favorite things sex and sandalwood candle wax. It made me feel at ease, at peace, at one with myself. Ben looked at me and stopped he asked “Is this really what you want to do Alice?” “Yes” was my answer. Ben looked me up and down as he took a step back. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded. I lifted my shirt over my head and slid my skirt down over my ass and let it fall to the floor. I started to reach down to take off the short socks with frills at the top, but Ben told me to leave them on. “What is your safe word Alice?” he asked. “White rabbit, my safe word is white rabbit.” I had used it before and it always comes to mind if I need it. “That’s a good girl, now go lay on the bed ready for me.” he said. ------------------- Alice was more then ready and I asked her to take her clothes off to make sure she knew she was in the moment. As in life many moments rush by without us even knowing we had them. She confirmed her safe word and lay on the bed as I instructed. “Ben just one more thing. Can I please call you Sir - it just seems right?” she asked “Sure Alice of course you can. Your safe word is white rabbit and you are choosing to let me slide my whole fist inside your delicious sweet hole. Is this right?” I asked again, keeping her in the moment. My hand and fingers were running over her mound, as my mouth found hers and we kissed, not for the first time and defiantly not for the last. “Yes Sir that is what I want. Please Sir take me there.” she begged. We locked lips again as one of my fingers traced the outer walls of her pleasure pit. ------------------ I was ready. Ben, now Sir as I wanted him to be, was kissing me. My heart was racing as I felt his fingers trace the outline of my joy. ‘Am I ready, am I?’ I was no longer sure of anything, just the pleasure I was receiving from Sir’s touch and the safety and comfort of his kiss. “Do it Please Sir.” I pleaded. Sir continued to kiss me, then make his way to my hardened nipples which were standing straining and begging to be touched. His fingers; two? Three? I wasn’t sure, explored me deep inside. His voice was calm and reassuring keeping me relaxed as he explored me. “I want some lube Alice.” I head him say. “I want your juice as lube, cum for me, cum now.” His words were now controlling my body and I came as soon as he demanded it. I juiced up everywhere as the orgasm I was having swept through my body blocking out every other sense except pleasure. All I knew was Sir was fingering me, working three maybe four fingers inside my eagerly spreading pussy and I was happier then I had ever been in my life. ------------- Alice lay back, her legs spread wide apart and my three fingers worked her pussy rubbing one side of her walls then the other, moving so my fingers could rub the base of her tunnel and stretch it just a little more and more each time. My thumb worked her clit, which ensured a constant source of juicy lube. I could feel Alice’s walls contract on my three fingers when I told her to cum and like a good girl she did on cue. I worked my now four fingers straight with just a bit of curve on each. I worked them in and out of her and she opened wider and wider at my will. “Alice are you ready? You have had four fingers inside you before. Are you ready to go all the way? Tell me Alice are you ready to be fisted?” The words sent a pleasure bust through her. Alice’s eyes rolled back into her head and her body went limp then tight in pleasure. She couldn’t speak and just let her orgasm take her to her own private pleasure place. I continued to pump her. I moved her legs into the air and changed the angles and the pitch of my fingers shoving them all the way into her and past my knuckles. ---------------- I felt his four fingers reach into me and I knew it was coming. I was so scared, scared it would hurt, scared I would rip or break or be wrecked for any other man ever again. But I didn’t care, it was time, Sir said so and I wanted my present. “Yes Sir, do it please. Fist my hole.” Then my words failed me as I felt Sir move his thumb off my clit and into my hole, slowly he rubbed and prodded until he found the right angle and then he was in. “Sir! Sir, slow please Sir!” I begged as I was sure I was about to be ripped apart. Never have I had ever felt so spread and so full. The walls of my hole molded around the shape of his hand holding him as tight as they could, protecting me from the inevitable onslaught that was about to come. Each ripple, each tickle, every move sent waves of pain and pleasure through me. I was scared so scared. “Alice! Alice!” I heard Sir calling my name. “You did it Alice, you have my hand inside you. All the way Alice.” I heard him say I HAD A FIST INSIDE ME. I exploded. My cunt grabbed hold as tight as it could and I screamed and wailed. Sir seized the moment and slowly rocked with my motion his hand now open sliding out of me and then closed back inside. It was finally here, the moment I had waited on for such a long time was here and I loved it. I could feel my body give in to Sir’s wants and my legs fell open as wide as ever. “That’s it Alice, give in to your desires and your wants. That’s it, you are such a good girl.” ----------------- My hand was now working in and out of Alice’s now fisted pussy, taking her beyond anything that she had ever felt before. And the constant moaning assured me that she was fine. “More Alice? Do you want the fisting? Do you want it harder?” “I am not sure Sir!” she cried. Her eyes were rolling. She was looking at me then looking at the ceiling her eyes were disappearing into the back of her head. Her legs stayed wide and her body just accommodated any position I put it in. She was willing and wanton and her pussy had just broken its fisting virginity. I worked her faster, in and out, again and again, the inner flesh of her love tunnel grasping and releasing with every thrust. “Alice there’s one more thing you need to do. I want you to hold my arm and help me slide my hand inside you.” ---------------- Sir told me to grab his arm, he wanted to me to help him. Help him slide his fingers, his fist, deep inside me I shook at the thought and I was so scared to even touch his arm. “NO SIR NO! I… I can’t Sir, don’t make me…Please!” she begged her body now trembling. “Alice I am not asking you, now do it!” She reached out and found my arm grabbing it with both hands. “Now move it up and down I commanded!” she shook her head. “No! No, its too much!” she called out. “Do it Alice - you want it do it!” I knew she wanted it, she needed to be taken there. Alice started to lift my arm up and slowly pushing my fingers deeper inside her with every stroke. “You see that’s not so bad Alice is it?” “No sir! Thank you sir.” she said. I pulled my fist out of her now. “Alice I want to fuck you.” “Yes Sir fuck me! Please fuck me I want cock now!” Sir climbed on top of me and slid his cock in my battered fuck hole. It was swollen and his cock seemed bigger then the thick 8 inches he was gifted with. “Sir, you have grown Sir? You’re stretching me.” I said. I could feel every ridge of him, every bump, the roundness of his head as it entered and the lip of the base of the head as it left me. Everything was so sensitive so alive and real. Sir hadn’t broken me he had fixed me. ------------- I lay close to Alice, slowly working my way inside her, making love to her well pumped hole. I felt her walls hot and tight spread around me as I entered and pulled out of her. “Alice it’s time.” She knew what that meant. I was about to cum and I chose not to delay. I chose to cool her red-hot hole down with my love juice. I arched my back high as the impulses of pleasure took over and rode until the explosions met at the base of my cock and raced up my shaft. -------------- I felt every pulse of My Sir’s cock, every touch of his man jewels on my pussy. I was on the biggest ride of my life and totally at one with My Sir. I fell his body tense and I knew what was next and willed him to cum. He told me when and my walls clenched and squeezed and clenched again milking the hot soothing love juice Sir offered me to mend my fisted hole. As Sir pulled me close I had never felt so satisfied and contented in my life. My mind at was at peace and and my body well spent. This was the best birthday present ever. ----------- Alice lay in my arms at peace with the world and I was proud of her… but wondered what I could get her next year for her birthday.

Sex on the Beach

                          ThePhoenixClub

                  SWINGERS PARTY LONDON

Sex on the Beach

She tossed and turned; lost in an erotic dream. The images were so vivid that she could almost taste the salt from the sea. It was the beach dream again. The one that leaves her covered in sweat when she wakes up. Night after night, it’s the same. She is walking down a deserted beach at dusk. The sun is low, coloring the sky in pinks, reds, and purples. The evening is warm, and the air is thick with the scent of tropical blossoms. Warm water from the turquoise colored sea laps at her ankles, as she strolls down the white sand. In her dream, she is always perfect. A small bikini top encases her firm, bouncy breasts. Tiny triangles barely cover her coral colored nipples, which are forever erect despite the warmth of the day. She is tanned all over from the many days of sunbathing nude. Her body, lean and toned, glistened in the remaining light of the day. She was proud of her body; with it’s tiny waist and softly rounded hips. Never in real life would she wear a white bikini, much less a thong one. The tiny scrap of material nestled tightly in her crack displayed her round, lush ass. A filmy sarong made of the finest silk rode low on her hips; flaring open with every step her long legs made. Glad that she endured the pain of a Brazilian wax job, she knew that her bare genitals were smooth and pink. It was by accident that she figured out how sensitive her pussy was without hair. 
But, that is another story. As always, she is aroused. In every dream she has her pussy is often on fire; swollen and throbbing with need. The thong helps though. If she moves her hips the right way, the snug scrap massages her whole slit. All she needs is another to help ease the burning want. Who would the dream pick this time? The beach is deserted; no one in sight. The fragrant night air whips through her long red hair, which is tousled from a day of lounging on the beach. She sits down, feeling the fine grain of the sand scratch against her naked cheeks. Untying the sarong, she lets it fall out, baring her lower body. The tide is coming in. A daring wave crashes to shore, wetting her. She opens her legs wider, as the next one makes it way to her. The luke warm water tickles her pussy, but it’s not enough. Instead of putting the flames out, the teasing wave dashes out quickly. She’s frustrated. Her thong ties at the hips, and she is glad for that. Now, her pink slit is bare. Opening her legs wider, she gently spreads her puffy lips. She has always loved how her pussy looked. Fat, hairless lips surround another pair of smaller ones. The delicate skin covering her was the shade of the most delicious cotton candy. Using her middle finger, she pressed inward, causing her petals to open. She was wet and not from the ocean. Exploring deeper, it felt good to probe her sheath; to be filled. Leaning back on her elbow, she let her legs fall all the way open. The next wave crashed to shore, covering her in warm, salty brine. It seemed to stay a bit longer before rushing back. She was now sitting in a warm puddle of water. The tide was in. Not enough to cover her fully, the water gently lapped at her flushed pussy. The next wave came barreling in, and with her pussy gaping open, it filled her to the brim. She groaned. So, this was how the dream was going to go. She was going to get fucked by the mighty sea itself. Her middle finger, now free of its confinement, circled her engorged clit. The elusive bud, hidden by it’s pink protective hood, wanted to come out and play. She retracted the hood further, exposing her pulsing clit. The hypnotic motion of the wave seemed to mimic the actions of a firm tongue. Gasping, she trapped the sensitive piece of erect flesh between her fingers and tugged. Her clit grew; almost doubling in size. Sharp bolts of pleasure radiated from her pussy, as she jacked her clit as if it were a cock in need of relief. Her pussy, convulsing madly, was sucking sea water inside it before pushing a mixture of her creamy juices back out into the ocean. Her coral nipples, rock hard, were plainly visible through the transparent, wet material. She pushed the tiny triangles to the side. She needed her nipples and began to pinch and pull them the moment that they were free. She was lost in her erotic, lust filled haze. Deep in the ocean, he was aware of her. The moment she sat down and let his waves taste her nectar he felt her need. Her sweet taste filled his senses. He needed her. Swimming to the surface, he spied her ashore. She was beautiful to him; her back arched in pleasure. He slowly approached her. Not wanting to scare her away, he blended in with the nonstop waves, until his face was between her thighs. He was so close that he could smell her need. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward with his tongue poised. “The waves must be playing tricks on my mind. I swear I just felt a tongue,” she mused.Glad that water was his element, he let the fluid position his arms around her thighs. His body flowed around her, waiting for the right moment to materialize. With the next wave, he solidified; his strong upper body holding her hips close to his face. She looked up, quickly. Emerald green eyes locked with a pair of blue ones that seem to be swirling with the exact colors of the sea. His face was classic, with a roman nose, high cheek bones, and a sexy cleft in his chin. The more she looked the more he became apparent; his long wavy hair, black as midnight, floated around a pair of broad shoulders. “Oh, my god! I’m about to fuck a sea god,” she thought. Closer and closer his tongue got, until she felt it touch the very tip of her exposed clit. He licked around her fingers, which were still on her flesh. Her back arched higher, as he flicked her clit with his tongue, before sucking her fingers into his hot mouth. She tasted like hot need; so intoxicating. He could get drunk on her juices. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and tangled them in his hair. She needed him closer. “Please,” she whispered. She was burning with need, and yet, he hovered. His warm breath danced over her flesh. She could feel his lips graze her swollen labia. Now impatient, she tried to yank him closer, but he was unyielding. He was teasing her. Chuckling softly, he nipped at her clit; just a lick here and there. It was enough to keep her wound tightly. Her pussy was engorged. The loveliest shade of bright pink stained her chest, making her nipples dark red. The sexual flush was beautiful and suited her well. Without warning, he sucked her clit all the way into his mouth. His arms tightened around her hips, as she screamed loudly into the coming night. She could feel his tongue licking her nub, as the suction from his mouth pulled it further into his hot oral cavity. He asked the tide to leave. He wanted her all to his self. She felt the warm seawater pull back to the ocean, leaving this sea god with her. She couldn’t focus; his mouth was drawing all her blood to her clit. He encircled her bloated clit with his teeth and gently gnawed at the base of the throbbing bundle of sex nerves. Her legs were stiff; pushing her hips up high. She was about to blast his face with her cunt cream. He felt her body trembling. One more push and she would rocket into space. He sucked hard, while sawing his teeth on her clit. She screeched. He felt his chin get sticky with her nectar. “Now, you can do better than that,” he mumbled; mouth full of her tender flesh. He shoved two, thick fingers deep inside her seizing hole and tickled her cervix. She could feel her pleasure pulses getting stronger. It felt like he was pulling another orgasm from deep inside her. Loud, wet noises came from her pussy, as his fingers kept her in a constant orgasmic state. His control was slipping. He rubbed his granite hard cock against the wet sand. Heavy balls, that were full of cum, were drawn tight against his body. The long, thick shaft of his cock buried into the sand with each thrust of his lean hips.
She raised her head to watch him. All she could see was the top of his face, the lower half buried in her weeping cunt. His gaze penetrated her. He was watching her watch him. Just seeing him hump against the sand made her jealous. She wanted him inside her. As if he read her mind, he ripped his face from her pussy and rapidly flipped her over. He pushed her shoulders down roughly, and she had to turn her head to keep the sand from smothering her. “Don’t move,” he growled. She felt him nudge her legs open wider. A warm breeze caressed her open pussy, sending chills racing down her spine. He was motionless behind her. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight. Her pussy, still convulsing, was swollen and red, and her soft inner thighs were abraded by his whiskers. The tiny closed star of her ass twitched under his scrutiny. She could feel his breath on the back of her thighs, traveling higher. He kissed her sandy ass cheek before brushing away the grains with his large hands. His breath got closer. She shivered. His tongue, pointed, traced tight circles around her brown, hairless rosebud. Her hips wiggled, as he licked the wrinkled skin lightly. She never would have guessed that the pleasure coming from her anus would be so intense. Her already tensed muscles tightened even more when she felt his tongue invade her. She began to hyperventilate when his fingers slipped inside her pussy and copied what his tongue was doing to her ass. She wanted to push her hand underneath her body and rub her clit until she sprayed him in her nectar again. All the sudden his fingers and tongue were gone. His big body moved closer to her. He guided his blood filled cock to her open pussy. She could feel his large mushroom shaped glans trying to push it’s way into her tight opening. Panting, she savoured the ripping pleasure. Once the wide ridge popped through, his whole shaft was shoved all the way inside her body. His ball sac slapped against her clit, as if to spank it for being so naughty. His breath left in a rush. Her pussy was griping him like a warm, moist glove. She rippled all around him. As he withdrew, a sloppy sucking sound was audible. She couldn’t take much more. He filled her to capacity, only to leave her empty and wanting. His cock hovered near the entrance of her pussy for a microsecond before slamming back into her. The need was too great. She wiggled her hand to her clit and began to rub back and forth frantically. He was using long, slow, hard strokes, but what she wanted was hard and fast. She felt his finger probe her tightly closed rosebud, and her cunt wept a copious amount of oyster colored tears. Her thighs were wet; her pussy coated in with a thin layer of soft sand. He pushed his long middle finger into her snug ass and rubbed the head of his cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass. He groaned from the sensation. She groaned from being filled in both holes. His thrusts got faster. Her pussy got wetter and noisier. She could smell her juices mixing with his. Her fingers danced rapidly over her pulsing clit, as his hips were almost a blur. She was close to exploding again. When he yanked his finger from her ass to grab a hold of her hips, she cried out. The sudden relief of pressure from her ass somersaulted her into the most intense orgasm ever. She saw white flashes of light, as her cunt sucked his dick. He felt her cum. It was enough to send his hot seed racing up his engorged shaft. He grabbed her hips and pummelled her hard. It felt like his cock was about to burst, as spurts of thick seed filled her pussy. Several more short thrusts helped to wring the remaining juice from his bobbing dick. He pulled out of her velvet sheath and watched fondly as his white cum oozed from her battered hole. Night had fallen. The tide had to be returned. It was time for him to go. As the water rushed around her, she crawled further up the beach to avoid being drowned. Her sarong and thong floated around him. His magnificent cock jutted out from his body; a drop of cum hanging loosely to his slit. With sadness, she watched him melt into the water. For how long she sat there, she didn’t know. The beach began to get hazy; out of focus. It was time to wake up. WELCOME TO THE PHOENIX CLUB The Phoenix is a Club and a place of action packed parties. To book for the best swingers party London please call one of the mobile number and agree to club rules which you will find under the information tab located top right. The phone lines are open from 9am til 9pm. Please bare with us if you don’t get thru straight away. They can get busy! We have a luxurious venue in Central London minutes from Tube, Bus and National Rail Links. The parties are held fixed times and days, Monday to Friday, plus regular Saturday afternoons. Each Party lasts two hours and features a minimum 6 beautiful ladies and a maximum ratio of 2:1 Attendance by reservation only. Look forward to welcoming you all very soon Reservations and enquiries 07748 903868 / 07748 964653

How to give her a mind-blowing orgasm

                       ThePhoenixClub

           SWINGERS PARTY LONDON

How to give her a mind-blowing orgasm “Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.” —Simone de Beauvoir A lot of men seem to think that the one sure-fire way to bring their lover to orgasm is by performing cunnilingus. It seems so easy! All you have to do is lick her clitoris, right? Wrong! Good oral sex is a delicate balance between technique and timing. You can certainly learn the technique, but the timing is a little more difficult. We’ll start with the easy part, technique. Although there are many different ways to perform cunnilingus, your partner’s preferences will vary wildly. Try several techniques to see what she likes, and then vary them to see what works best for her. Licking The same as with a kiss, a mushy tongue is unappealing to a woman receiving cunnilingus. Use your tongue as a muscle, concentrating your action on the tip of it. Flick her clitoris with a short, concentrated motion, varying your motions from time to time with longer strokes. This technique gives her quick jolts of pleasure mixed with brief moments of no stimulation, and then intense stimulation. You’ll be teasing her, increasing her sexual arousal and helping her build toward climax. Rotating Tongue Many people don’t realize that the area around the clitoris is also very sensitive. Again, use your tongue as a muscle and lightly trace the area around her clitoris with the just the tip of your tongue. Don’t get mushy! After you move around the area for a little bit, focus on licking small circles directly on her clitoris. Then go back to licking the area around it, as well as the rest of her labia and her vagina. Then move back to the clitoris. By concentrating the motion in small, tight circles and breaking up the action, you’ll soon have her revved up and ready for orgasm. Tapping Although not every woman likes this, those who do seem to love it. The idea is to flick your tongue in a sharp, quick pattern directly on her clitoris. It takes a little practice, but it’s well worth the effort. You won’t want to use this technique the entire time; mix it up with licking and the rotating tongue. Tonguing the Alphabet Another exciting variation to licking is tonguing the alphabet on her clitoris. Don’t tell her what you’re doing, or she might start giggling! Starting with A and ending with Z, cover the entire alphabet, and then start again. Repeat as necessary. This varied pattern will keep her body guessing about what’s going to happen next, tantalizing her. As she nears orgasm, focus on short, sharp licks. Variation is good at the beginning and middle, but at the end, she’ll probably want the same good technique until she climaxes. Face Straddle Many women enjoy being on top during cunnilingus. If that’s your partner’s preference, get comfy on the bed with your head on a pillow. Have her straddle your face with a knee on each side of your head and gently lower herself until she’s in reach. As you try different techniques, she’ll probably move above you, giving you clues about where to lick next. Follow her lead, and she’ll explode. Timing Really is Everything As I said earlier, the trickiest part of giving your partner satisfying oral sex is the timing. Your woman has probably used her hands to pleasure herself for years, and she knows what she likes. Unlike penetration, your tongue is a close approximation of her fingers, so your chances are 50-50 that you’ll either make her think of how she can do it better, or replicate her own technique, but better. The difference lies in paying attention to what you’re doing and following her clues, whether she speaks them aloud or shows you with her body. Another thing to remember is that for many different reasons, not all women like receiving oral sex. It’s a very personal love act, and it might not always be the right time for her. She could feel dirty, embarrassed or pressured to fake an orgasm so that you won’t have to keep giving her selfless love. The best way to cope with these negative feelings is to talk about them beforehand. Make sure she understands that what you most want to do is give her pleasure. If she doesn’t have an orgasm, oral sex still feels great! _Use your fingers _ There is nothing that a woman likes more than a multitalented man. And if you know how to use both your tongue and fingers at the same time, you will definitely become her oral sex king. While you’re French kissing her clitoris, use your finger to rub it at the same time. If you can rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time, you might want to suck on her clitoris, penetrate her vagina and thrust repeatedly with your fingers. Be careful not to lose sight of what you’re doing because the vagina is a very sensitive area and one wrong move can leave you hung out to dry. Keep up with what you’re doing to her. Make sure that you’re not thrusting your fingers too deep or too fast. You might also want to use your finger to rub her G-Spot; it’s not that big of a mystery as it’s a rough-feeling portion of flesh located on the anterior wall of the vagina. _The tongue’s the one _ Use your tongue freely and don’t be afraid to venture into uncharted territory; the more relaxed you are, the more relaxed she will be. And perhaps you weren’t aware of this, but if your woman is a gusher, the feeling of her ejaculate flowing all over your mouth is one of the world’s greatest aphrodisiacs. No one likes a slobbering idiot, so don’t lose your mind while you’re in her sacred garden. Don’t start drooling all over her vagina and don’t do random things when you’re giving her oral sex. Always have a strategy when you’re going down. Lastly, and we can’t stress this enough: Never bite any part of the vagina. Not only can it cause physical harm, but you’ll probably get thrown into the dog house. bon appetit There you have it WELCOME TO THE PHOENIX CLUB The Phoenix is a Club and a place of action packed parties. To book for the best swingers party London please call one of the mobile number and agree to club rules which you will find under the information tab located top right. The phone lines are open from 9am til 9pm. Please bare with us if you don’t get thru straight away. They can get busy! We have a luxurious venue in Central London minutes from Tube, Bus and National Rail Links. The parties are held fixed times and days, Monday to Friday, plus regular Saturday afternoons. Each Party lasts two hours and features a minimum 6 beautiful ladies and a maximum ratio of 2:1 Attendance by reservation only. Look forward to welcoming you all very soon Reservations and enquiries 07748 903868 / 07748 964653 enquiries@thephoenixclub.london