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2021-08-29 03:26:53She takes my hand and starts kissing my fingers, one by one. Slowly, she takes my middle finger and sucks it completely holding my gaze. I tell her to stop, grab her by the arms, she throws her head back, soft at my touch and I plant a kiss on her neck sighing, inhaling her perfume. At that moment we hear voices in the room next door. Incidentally, the damn Director was still having a business meeting with four other subordinates. I signal her to be quiet. We have to hide. They will fire us instantly if they catch us being promiscuous in the workplace. It was well known that the Director has been cheated on by his wife precisely because of a workplace snag, which is why he fires anyone caught flirting at work.
We have to stay hidden in the printer room and hope not to be seen. We lock ourselves in a little corner behind the copy machine. Ellie is in front of me now, she boldly turns aro
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Spotting everybody leaving finally, I grab her inside the coffee room to make sure she’s alright.“I saw what happened, I'm really sorry Ellie!” I reply gently, rubbing her back to comfort her.“Don’t be, he will not dare to mess with me again!” she responds, surprising me. I always thought she was a nervous little shy girl but watching this side of her was equally attractive.“Now let’s finish what we started” she brazenly grabs my member, stroking it like a bad girl.“But...Ellie, we might get into trouble again!” I weakly protest, unable to keep resisting what was being laid out for me.“Hmmmm I’m still so thirsty, please Sir?&rdquo
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-08-29Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(1)
I am an American student of art history. The Renaissance is the era that fascinates me the most. I don't think I can think of anything more magical, more perfect. My name is Isabella. People address me as “The Mediterranean princess” because of my descent. I have long, curly black hair and dark eyes. People do often tend to get intimidated because I'm tall and thin, and have rather generous breasts inherited from my grandmother's genes who was also a buxom Italian woman. At the moment, I am single because I have my reasons. I don't wish to spend much time thinking about boys. Career is my point of focus right now. I'm all about studying history, what the past has to teach and tell. Reconstructing the extraordinary lives of extraordinary artists. I don't like normal things. Just as I don't like adapting, bending to a bad situation. That might be because I was raised to develop my own sense o
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-16Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(2)
I could see him lingering on the subject but he was still not sure of himself... what was going through his mind?“My cleaner is a very experienced lady, you on the other hand are only 25 years old and I don't think you will have much practice ironing shirts. Besides, it would probably take up your entire afternoons, taking hours away from studies. I saw the way you were looking at me which made me think of an alternate proposition” he smirked but not in a demeaning way. It was raunchy and seemed titillating or maybe it was only my imagination but I blushed when he mentioned how shamelessly I was staring at his body.“We could find a very comfortable compromise for you. It's not a maid I'm looking for, it's something more, something to amuse and entertain me.” he continuedI was
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-16Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(3)
Leaning in onto me he snarled, “You're here to do what I say, otherwise you'll be sleeping in the street tonight! So behave like a good girl and answer! I won't accept that annoyed tone! Do I make myself clear?”I found myself motionless, unable to answer and continued staring at him blankly.“You're impertinent and certainly deserve a good spanking, and much more! I'm here to do you a favour and you think you have the luxury of getting angry?” he growledHis tone was beginning to scare me, he wasn't angry, he was furious.“What do you want from me?” I finally asked closing my eyes so as to not see him and prayed that he would stop shouting. I always reacted like an ostrich when people shouted, too many bad memories where
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-16Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(4)
He momentarily removed his expert fingers, bringing them towards my nose so I could smell my feminine fluids. What he did next was even weirder, he popped his wet fingers into my mouth and almost immediately I started slurping on it. Heightened by the scent, I was intrigued to know what my juices taste like. The smell of woman, of sex, drove me crazy! I lapped my cum like a thirsty traveller, sucking every last drop as though my life depended on it. I found myself slowly swallowing his fingers deeper moaning as if to simulate a blowjob. I would have done anything to quench that almost annoying desire that was burning deep within my pussy.“Good girl, I'll take it from here…” he smirked, happy with what he saw.He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, back at my opening, continuing to masturbate me again and again, rubbing his fingertips on my c
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-26Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(5)
“No, I won’t” I protest, pulling my face away. How could Mr Marcelo do this to me? How did this burly guy know about the other afternoon? A hundred questions ran through my mind.“Marcelo is weak. I will dominate you, baby,” he says, trying to convince me to get into bed with him.“No, please leave, I do not want to do this!” I replied firmly. The very next moment even before I could gauge what comes next he slaps me right across my face. Dazed, I fell to the ground. I gather my wits and put up a brave front. Although he was huge. I stand tall onto my tiptoes and slap him right back as hard as I could screaming, “Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard!That seemed to have aggravated him even more. He clasps my hands and locks them in his tight grasp w
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-27Steamy Confessions My Land-Lord(6)
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
Dernière mise à jour : 2021-09-28Steamy Confessions Plumbing deeper(1)
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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.
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“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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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