“Here’s what you want. You’re craving my dick, aren’t you?” “Oh...wow...yes, I am.” She sighed.“Get on your knees. Open your lips.” Obediently she knelt in front of the hole and opened her lips.“Feel that? That’s my hard cock at your lips. Touch it. Kiss it.”She could smell his scent. Moving her hand to where his shaft was through the hole she grabbed it and felt the hot thickness in her hand. It was exactly how she thought it would feel. Sliding her lips over the shaft she heard him intake a sharp breath.“Fuck...your mouth feels so hot on my dick. Suck me slowly...move it in and out and let me watch you cover me with your saliva. Get me nice and wet so that I can fuck your sexy pussy.”With his clear direction she let her lips coat his shaft. The taste and smell was exhilarating, to finally have access to the man whose voice she had heard encouraging her for so long. And now she had him in her mouth and could hear his voice only inches from her ear encouraging her. “That’s so am
“That was a lovely dinner,” said Mark in acknowledgment of the roasted lamb chops which were still making their way down his digestive tract. “And I’ll tell you what’s better, this fucking cheesecake.He acknowledged the dessert laid out on the table in front of him which he chopped up in large chunks with his cutlery and shoving in his mouth with gusto, spoon after spoon, not caring much for the unchewed portion in his mouth before he introduced another spoonful.The entire table roared to life with laughter at his sheer gumption to clear out his plate first like he was at a county fair, trying to win some stuffed animal which was determined by how many cookies and pancakes you could stuff in your face in under a minute.“Oh God, slow down honey, you’re going to make our generous neighbors think I don’t feed you enough or at all,” said Rita to her husband.She was slightly gobsmacked he wasn’t trying to hide his ravaging appetite tonight. The occupants at the table roared to life aga
She had fantasies late at night that kept her cunt moist and burning with desire while her husband snored through the night, a couple of inches away from her.He had been an excellent lover at the start of their relationship and throughout their courtship years, right until a few years after they got married, when the fire in him just seemed to go off, just like that. He would hump her for a minute then pump her full with semen and drop like a bull, agonizingly eliminating any thoughts she had of going another round, talk less of riding on his mass of muscle all through the night into the sunrise as she used to a couple years back.It had been a sexually frustrating couple of years for Rita, but that didn’t seem to change her love for her 6’ 3” towering, well-built, baritone voice, mustache spotting lover. She stared at him most nights while running her fingers through the hills and valleys of his back muscles, triceps and biceps hoping one day he’d come back to her.“So what happens
His pants were at his ankles now, and Sandy was trailing her fingertips back up the inside of his thigh and around his ass. Her eyes were locked onto his, her lips opened up from the beautiful smile they formed earlier as she took him in her mouth and swallowed him whole till her chin was hitting his nut sack. She bobbed her head back and forth with gusto. Mark’s restraints were completely broken off at this point as he felt his shaft sliding in and out of her warm esophagus. She began to slurp and smack loudly which seemed to turn him on so much that he grabbed her head in place and began to fuck her face so hard that she took quick deep breaths when he had just the tip in her mouth.“Oh God, fuck yes!” was the sound he heard coming from the living room and he knew Rita was getting herself an explosive orgasm.So why shouldn’t I? He thought to himself as Sandy, still maintaining eye contact, realized he heard what she heard from the living area, seemed to smile at him with his dick
I’m not what you’d call a fantastic woman. I quickly found that I enjoyed sex after creating the type of curvy body which made guys want to have sex with me. I am by no means a perfect ten. I’m cuter than sexy, but I have an above-average bra size, thick lips that are always wrapped around a tough cock and I have a willingness to spread my thighs.Some folks would call me simple. Others could call me a slut. I’m not denying being either. Most of the things they say about me are accurate. Yes I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by my fair share of guys and even let some of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin.However, I’d been on a one on one basis every time. Some of these may have been one night stands, a number of them may have had girlfriends, but the number of individuals involved consistently remained at two. Yet I will admit—or nearly admit as long as I've had sex—I’ve played around with the dream of having sex with more than one man at the same time. It'd
The excitement in my body grew and my heart began to pound.How would they respond? Imagine if I simply invited them to accompany me to the bedroom? Or could I simply drop to my knees on the kitchen tile?I probably could’ve dropped to my knees since Ashley totally abandoned me. The next time two people were lonely, I intended to mention a couple of things to her. However, I didn’t know how long they'd be. They’d not seen each other for a couple of weeks and probably needed to compensate for lost time. Part of the reason why I didn’t want to encounter Tyler was due to their relationship. They’d been a happy couple that couldn’t get enough of each other. Ashley and I were only eighteen, but I could see both of them getting married.I didn't have a problem finding men. So far, however, after a couple of things always became dull to find or I found other reasons to finish the relationship. I wasn’t prepared to repay, but I knew there was more than only one night stands and flings. Yet
Devon and James left me to whine about the size department, however, Rick stood vertical and markedly bigger. He pushed into me and I could feel myself stretching to adopt him. I raised my grasp on the duvet as he began to thrust into me. It wasn’t a dream anymore. It was nowhere close to that now, but three guys were fucking me precisely at the same time. I was gangbanging. I wasn’t the run of the mill slut anymore.I wanted more. When James pulled out, I flipped over and stayed on my hands and knees. I didn't have to mention anything else. Someone took me from behind. I didn’t know who it was initially until I looked back and watched Devon thrust. Rick came to my entrance. He knelt on his knees and put his penis near my mouth.I licked his swollen head, tasting a hint of his salty precum. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. I took him deep into my mouth while another guy fucked me. It didn’t seem real. I sensed another set of hands-on my waist. Rick started fucking my
I met with the guy who'd become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school's football team and was pretty damn great in bed. Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better. Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.It wasn’t going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained. I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could work out together, but he gave up after a few months on the treadmill and consoled himself with just as much booze as he could find. Our sex life took a hit, too. The more he drank, the less we had, a