After grabbing me, he takes me to the middle of the room where their dining table is and there he ties me tightly with ropes to the column in the center of the room. He passes a rope around my chest for decoration. 'What do you like best?' His voice is somewhere behind me, an indefinite point on my back, his breathing regular and in control, mine hasn't been for a while now. His hand gives my hair another tug, pulling my head to the side. The warm breath slips into my ear with the same question, just before his tongue does. I squint, gasp, and look for an answer in my mind clouded by a single thought 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. 'Then? I did not hear you. He bites my earlobe and then sucks it, pulling it down. I close my eyes and try to regain control, swallowing. I feel the ropes tighten my wrists and ankles, I open my lips and an indistinct sound comes out, halfway between a moan and a choked breath. His hand releases its grip on my hair, runs quickly down my back with his fingern
I have always been very shy. I can hardly open up to others. As a teenager, even though a few boys tried to approach me, I turned them down. So they called me a prude or sometimes considered me a snob. I've always been a bit afraid of intimacy. Now that I am a woman, in my mid-twenties, I know I should find more courage. I know I should dare more. But I am afraid. I am afraid of the judgement of others, of what they may think of me. At the Uni I found my group of friends and everything went well. Then a couple of them fell in love with me, they argued and things went a bit wrong. But it's always like that: love divides people. My friends used to tell me that it's sex that repairs, but I don't have faith in that. I try to avoid any compromising situations. So I don't have problems that might arise from such complications. The only problem is that now that I am a woman, I should try to be less closed. I realise that my body needs attention. I notice that men look at me at work. But I
After a small power nap, I woke up completely rested. I am hungry, I am relaxed, I am happy. I start preparing my dinner and think about what has just happened. I didn't need videos, or objects, as my friends say, just I and my head are enough. The fact that I thought about James confuses me for a moment, but ultimately, why wouldn't I? It makes me confident to know what turns me on, to know my body. I make myself a light dinner so I can stay as fit as I am, at 36-24-36 and 1.69 meters tall. I mean, I think my legs are pretty good as shapes go. Maybe I should just show them off more. I go to my wardrobe and grab that white short dress my sister bought me last Christmas. I try it on and look at myself in the mirror, under a pair of sandals with a small heel, black, kitten style. Not bad. Tomorrow will be a big day. As soon as I wake up, I feel ready and excited for the big meeting of the day. I have to give a presentation and I'm ready to impress everyone. I get up and realize that m
That afternoon, before going home, James walks up to my table. When I perceive him coming, it’s too late. Damn, I'm wearing glasses. He'll think I'm a mouse. He walks up to my computer to see my work and stands behind me. "Congrats on today.” He says in a deep, warm voice. "Thank you, thank you very much. I hope I did a good job. I wanted to make the team proud.” I replied shyly. "I really appreciate it, when such a long-time employee can still find ways to surprise us. It's a good thing. It's a sign that you're proactive. I like people like you. And I hope you still enjoy working here with us…” he said, putting his hands in his pocket. I always found that very sexy, his confidence and personality. "Oh! Yes, yes, very much.” I say in a voice so high-pitched that it's perhaps a little embarrassing. James puts his hand on my desk behind me and says softly, “Great. Then maybe we can talk about it tomorrow in my office? What do you say? So, we can clear up a few things. Loyalty to the
His office was pretty spacious and very fancy. In the middle, there is a thick desk made of teak wood, behind the desk a wall of books, designer objects, trophies, a Persian carpet on the floor, and a dormouse, an elegant bench designed by Fuzo Almari, made of oak wood and covered with the finest leather... I had never been in James's personal office. It has a beautiful window overlooking the city and a very spacious part of the glass wall through which he looks at the office. But the office can't see him. Very clever, isn't it? For a boss? So he watches us, he observes us. Oh, God! He might have seen me! He might not have seen me! But no, what interest would he have in looking at me when he's scolding someone on the phone and about to have coffee with Alicia? He doesn't care. But... how embarrassed I am. I'm a national disaster. I see James approaching with an unexpectedly serious face. With those sharp high cheekbones. I feel so wet already. He walks into the office and says, “Si
I'm starting to feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and my head was all muffled by his seductive glances. "I'll turn around,” I say offering him a generous view of my backside. "Beautiful,” James says, lighting a cigarette. "Now turn around,” he says as I obediently follow. And as my back is to him, he says, “Something tells me you may have had an oversight today as well. Lift up your skirt, let me see…” he says I think that thinking too much about what's going on might just confuse me. So, I lift up my kilt. James finds himself staring at my pink, bare bottom in front of him. I feel him get up and walk towards me. I don't have the courage to move. I hear his footsteps, big, manly ones right behind me. Then I feel a hand, warm, on my ass. I gasp. He caresses me and says in my ear, “Today too? Knowing you were coming to talk to me? You didn't wear them?” I whimper, I'm excited, aroused, and wanting, and I don't know what to do. "No, no, no…” I try to explain myself say with
James gets me up and undresses me completely. He looks at me naked, high in my heels. Coming closer, he grabs me by the neck, and leans me against the glass to watch my reaction. My breasts press against the glass. His hands part my buttocks, fingers slipping into my pussy in and out with ease. Before I knew it, his fingers were replaced by something much bigger. My pussy unfortunately was not as big as my mouth and his penetration hurt a lot. I let out a cry. He held my lips and says that even if no one can see us, they can hear us. We have to be quiet and starts to fuck me hard. He moves up and down banging me against the glass. James was so strong, I could barely keep up with him thrusting in long deep pushes in me. I am shocked at how huge his tool feels inside me. "Look at me, honey? Do you feel it?” he asks. I don't know what to answer. "C'mon baby, it makes me go faster, tell me. Do you like it? Do you feel it's big?” he urges I say ‘Yes’ with a slight voice as James moans
My husband and I recently moved into a new neighbourhood. We were living in my hometown, close to my mom, my family, and my friends, and I was happy. But John, my husband, had to move for his financial work and, being a good wife, I followed him. So we moved to Port New and now we are actually fine with the transition. It's a nice place. I like the city. We got a villa, a big one, with a pool. The only problem is that I spend a lot of time alone. I am a good wife, I use that time to keep the house, and garden, take care of the pool, cook delicacies, etc. Well... I like this life. The only small issue is that I am alone, but John says I don't have to feel lonely. Good wives wait for their husbands at home quietly. And I believe him. I would just like to have a few friends, someone to chat with. I would settle for it. I've never had a very adventurous life. John is the only man I've ever been with. And I don't think there can be a better man. He's kind of short, dark, and always dress
I then spread her out on the sofa with the pussy laid out on the wide pillow. I observe her examine her in a lustful way, before I immerse myself in her cunt, licking and sucking on her juices. My queen is somewhat dripping non stop, since her secretions at that juncture flow up to the anal orifice.I open the lube and apply ointment that I had previously applied on it for better lubrication. She counters me with a jolt, I am kneeling in front of her as she traces the clitoris in that fragrant cave, rubbing my tongue and with my lips sipping the fluids ooze from that fissure.She rambles, squirms, raves, squeezes her breasts, grabs and bends the pillow as if she wanted to tear it apart, bends over, writhes, while my cock conquers and subdues her mouth shut. Her outburst is intense and erotic and intoxicating, her pleasure she takes from her is indefinable and indistinct, as she screams unleashing her fantastic, lustful, restrained and dissuaded orgasm.
“You're the one who turns me on.” I tell her as I am moved by a surge of passion towards her.She nods to wait.“When are you going to show me your magic?”“You're about to see it” she says.And with her long-tapered hands, and long nails, she grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me. Hard. As if she wanted to possess me. As if to impart her power over me.She starts undressing, slowly, very slowly for me. I look at her abundant and fleshy boobs, lifted and comforted by weakened shoulder pads that press on the shoulders. She has nice bristling, pointy nipples that are free and have the air of being very sensitive.Her movements bewitch and conquer my ravenous thirsty eager gaze. Her hips are no different. With the graceful waist and the massive buttocks, currently surrounded by the thong and highlighted by the unprecedented and brutal vivacity of the color of the yarn, deliberately tight and alm
I wake up the next day with a beautiful sunny day lighting up the room. I immediately expect a visit from a beautiful nurse. Or, more importantly, my beautiful nurse, even though it seems incredible to me since she has already done the night shift.Nobody comes at all. I wait again. No one. Suddenly the handle bends, I wait happily, all excited. An old woman enters, all hunched over and bent over. A non-green, grey uniform, unkempt, white hair.My libido goes completely under my feet. Not what I expected, but never mind, there's breakfast. But even that disappoints me. The old nurse brought me chocolate and tasty things. Now I have a slice of bread and a piece of fruit. Water and a little of coffee.The old nurse is waiting for me to eat in front of her. I do. I look at her, she looks at me. I give her back the plates and I find my self again there waiting for some nice girls coming. Again, I wait patiently. No one comes.So, I go
She who possesses such a fabulous body is performing the sun salutation, or rather the waning sun salutation, a yoga exercise to relax the muscles of the back and legs I remain for several minutes admiring this dance of the ass, enraptured, and I notice the sudden tingling between my legs.I admire the right leg rising from the ground and extending in all its length towards the ceiling of the room. A celestial vision, the crack between her ass cheeks slowly widening, letting me admire the furrow of her cunt in all its splendour.I have my cock throbbing between my fingers and I feel that it is about to explode and in fact I see in the half-light four squirts landing on the fabric wrapping those buttocks. Taken aback, I try to put the rod back in my boxer shorts as it stubbornly does not want to go back in and I hear a rustle of fabric approaching my pram.I remain awkwardly silent when I look her moving like an ancient Greek gymnastic. Though suddenl
I hear the door open and see the usual uniform and her eyes and smile that stand like a lampara in the night on the dark sea, in her hand a basin that I could not see the contents but immobilized I could not help but admire the sinuous movement of her.She approaches the bed, places the basin next to my thigh, takes a gauze and pours a pungent transparent substance that I imagine is disinfectant. She puts on her gloves calmly, takes my cock between her fingers and calmly passes the gauze over my cock, which I feel calmly but tenaciously swelling.I get closer to her with my whole body. I want her. Remembering she didn’t refuse me touching her before, I take the courage and the curiosity to try again.I carelessly bring the tip of my thumb to the edge of the thong that has crept between her labia majora and I start to make small circles between the fabric of the thong and her slit, I certainly expect a handshake or a shout of denial but nothing.
I became the youngest professor in my science department at the University of Port New. You know, physics makes you cynical. It makes you look at the universe without seeing the magic of the talking stars. The celestial spheres that Dante, Shakespeare and the poets of the world have sung about. But only and only masses of gas, burning from miles away. To a physicist, relativity is everything. Especially in the area of relationships. I will never get married. I will never commit to a single person. Why would I do that? After all, there's no way to make two people happy forever. It's crazy. Monogamy is our absurd claim to civilization over nature. So I keep myself a bachelor and happy. In sex - as in love - all that matters to me is the adventure. is the roughness. The secret. The mysterious. The fear. In short, I only react - and get aroused - by strong emotions. Anyway, because I'm very young, I still have all my friends from university and my PhD and tonight, like every Thursday,
Thus, Paul comes closer and closer to me as he says, “You do like Lolita, don’t you?” “I think it's nice.” I say without looking him into his face. “I think it's sexy…” he says. “Yes. I agree.” I say, shyly in a small voice. “I think you are sexy.” He says as he grabs my hips. I moan and I turn to look at him. My face is sighing dripping with desire but because I would love to hold him tight. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me passionately. His erection pressed into my hips. I can feel his tool. It is fucking hard and fucking huge. 3 times John's dick. I am dreaming. He groans and pushes me against the wooden library on the wall. The hit scored my back, but I don't mind. I am aroused by it. My pussy is wet and I am incredibly excited. Paul's hands rake against my heavy breasts and belly and find the damp cleft between my legs. His touch is gentle but decided. Such a better sensation than John's touch. He takes me by the hips and makes me lie on his wooden round table. There
John goes to work. I go to the pool. Outside, in the backyard, I happen to throw a quick glance towards Paul's house. Closed. But that's not important. It happens. It's none of my business. I'm sunbathing and I hear some noise on Paul's driveway. It's none of my business.Then a female voice. After a second two female voices. I turn around and see that two girls are both kissing John. Man, what a scene. The girls are hot. Well dressed. They inspire passion inside me too.Paul intrigues me more and more. I am forced to admit I am desperately attracted to him myself. I find myself surreptitiously watching those two girls laughingly walk out of his house and wondering 'who knows what they feel after those intense long dirty sessions'. I wonder what happened. Phew. How hot it is. I leave the pool and get ready to go shopping. I pull out a long green summer dress to mid-calf and white heels. I am ready.Everyone at the market is as nice as ever and so I m
I run upstairs and repeat the outfit I had already worn earlier. But it occurs to me that in my hurry I forgot to change my underwear. I like to change them everytime I dress for hygiene reasons. So I undress completely, in a hurry, without thinking.When I turn towards the window, completely naked, I realise I haven't closed the curtains and for a second (which seems a very long time) I meet Paul's distant gaze. Shit! I immediately pull the covers and quickly change. I put on my blue silk dress and walk down the stairs, realising that I was all soaking wet.I was excited and I was sure about John. It's obvious. It's normal. We're probably going to have one of those special nights. I walk up to him in the hall, dressed like this, and see him smiling at me. I sit down to dinner and finish what I was eating, but get up to serve him ice cream. When I bring it to him, John stands up and starts to take off my dress. He slowly pulls it off me.Then, he tel