Wearing only my skirt, I climbed the stairs, noticing him staring at my curvy ass as I walked all the way up to his bedroom. Ohh how the anticipation of his moves was killing me softly. Folding my legs on the soft bed, I sit on my ankles, waiting patiently for my LORD. My heart starts beating faster when the door opens and Marcelo walks towards me, in all his manly nakedness. Finally, here is the cock I always wanted to suck on...
I bend forward to bring it closer to my mouth, so we can continue to look into each other's eyes while I moisten my lips and stick out my tongue. I start running my wet tongue over the tip of Marcelo's cock, clockwise then counterclockwise, to stimulate him and see his reaction. He looks down at me with a smirk, knowing what is waiting for him. My tongue positions itself under the penis, lapping from the bottom to the top, as though licking ice cream on a hot
Let me introduce myself. I am Juliette, a middle-aged woman currently in my late 30s, married to a horrible man. My mother was French and named me Juliette because it sounded eligible and rich. I had a weird relationship with her. You know, just to say that she was money-obsessed would be an understatement. I grew up believing that money is all you need to be happy and my mother, Maureen, really felt the lack of it would make us cheap and dirty. So you get the picture, I just hate my life.She always sought the best things in life: a massive house, expensive designer clothes, and paradise beach vacations. That’s all she ever wanted. It actually made her extremely happy. And as a child, completely devoted to my mum, I wanted the same too as I thought this was how life should be led. I followed her like a lost puppy in every decision she ever made for me. I felt happy obeying, oblig
Apparently, if we were to get married, I had to sign a prenup. Otherwise, the wedding would not go ahead, I would get nothing. NADA, not a single penny. Imagine my plight, the thought of being stuck with Gregory for a year or two was anyway bad enough but forever!!? This was plain terrifying. I freaked out and told mom that especially now, I couldn't go through with it. Again instead of understanding my situation, she went ballistic, threatening me that if I didn't marry him she'd kill herself. I was 18 and I didn't want to lose my mom so sigh, I remained quiet.Anyway, the day of the wedding arrived and after spending the morning sorting out all the preparations, ready to take the plunge, Giovanni, his parents and my parents had a private meeting where I signed the contract saying that if we ever got divorced, for philandering reasons. I would have to give up everything. Home. Money. Everyth
He stands up from the cosy filthy sofa angrily looking at me before screaming, “You are a crazy woman!”The balls of the rat to call me that. Squinting my eyes I retaliated, “At Least I’m not a boring old dog!!!”He barks back with vengeance, “And I thought it would be nice to have an equal partner in my life and instead you are just a burden! I would be much richer without you. I'd be much happier without you!!”The cheek of that assole! And there I raise my voice as loud as possible knowing how it annoys him thundering, “You don't get rid of me because you know that no one would want to live with you! Those women you’re in bed with are just whores who would leave you as soon as they see how hard it is to keep up with you! You're a selfish assole!
And I stood there watching his back as he disappeared into a separate room. Yes, he started sleeping in a different room ten years ago when I first caught him red-handed shattering whatever respect I had for him. But tonight I'm going truly to bed thinking about my plans for the future. The next morning I woke up early just like Giovanni. He is amazed at my zeal because usually, I wouldn’t get out of bed until one o'clock in the afternoon. Anyway, I get up, prepare him some breakfast and then accompany him to the door.I hand him his briefcase, waving goodbye. He is, as always, flattered. I take the opportunity to ask him what time he intends to return. And he, undermining my intentions, answers ‘8 p.m’. I smile replying, 'fine', kissing him on the mouth to avoid suspicion. I endure the kiss and watch him leave. Finally, I put on my jazz record and drink my coffee. Settling
I gape with my mouth wide open at this tall, statuesque, muscular man coming my way. He comes up beside me and says, “Are you the lady with the broken toilet?” in his country accent. I was instantly sucked into his aura, he radiated a cowboy vibe. That voice and the roughness were completely unrelated to his angelic appearance, making me wet down there. “Hey, doll, will you let me in?” he drawls, waving his hand across my face, breaking me out of my trance. “Oh I’m so sorry, Yes, yes, please come right in,” I reply, embarrassed to give away so quickly. “Hmmm, Do you want some coffee?” I offer politely to make up for the blunder. “Nah. I’m good” he replies, arousing my curiosity “Well you should try, people sa
He looks at me as though he doesn’t know what I'm talking about. I pull my dress down and unclasp my bra to reveal my milky beauties. I lift my heavy boobs with my hands and nestle his thick, erect cock between them. Oh yes!! It's beautiful. I wet the tip with saliva while he, with that model face of his, stands there staring at me. I could see the lust building up in his eyes. Oh, how they wanted me, my boobs and my body...more than Giovanni...And right here...right now he shall take me. Here. In this room. This delicious plumber is enjoying my main dish. He wants to be my workhorse. I want to make him happy, satisfy his dick. He gasps as I suck him harder, almost drooling as he looks at me. “Come here” he growls, grabbing my ass, pulling me closer before pushing me onto the bed. Yup. My wedding bed. My boobs bounce as I fall onto the bed. He climbs the bed like a panther,
I work in Bratislava for a worldwide greatly famous American Company. I love Bratislava, it is a great city, it’s cheap and you can have parties every night. Jeez, girls here are crazy. Always partying hard and having one night stands, which is cool, but I would like to have something more from life. Some adventures, some charming moments. Young girls are fine, but I am waiting to meet a real woman. I am dying to face a lady, a mature woman who knows herself loves her body and loves sex as much as I do. In short, someone at my level.I'm not looking for easy chicks who get drunk to have the courage to sleep with a man. I am 27 and I have no intention of committing to a serious relationship. I enjoy myself too much. But I miss an adventure, to experience something spicy, something mysterious. By the way, I must stay focused. Today I have a great opportunity. My company is opening an exchange pro
“She's from the Arab Emirates, Dubai and man she's as beautiful as the princesses in 'One Thousand and One Nights. She sucks me off like it's the only thing she's been taught to do in life. She wants it.” He keeps on boasting. However, the only thing I am thinking about is that all this blah blah about sex is arousing me. My boss doesn't tell it right, he has the typical nervous mannerisms of a man who can't satisfy his woman. Anyway, I didn't know he was married and I strangely was starting to get interested. He continues to talk about his wife.“You know, I met her when she was a teenager. I never set her up with any other man. Then she grew from a girl into a woman with really big boobs. A stratospheric body. Brunette, Mediterranean colours. You wouldn't understand. She has only known me as a man, which makes me very proud. I of course cheated on her, with women, with ste
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