She couldn’t scream, stifled with my dreadful kiss, but I heard her desperate sobbing and sniveling, while thrusting harder and harder, bringing pain and suffer to her and a great wild delight to me. Completely out of control, I went on piercing my monster, bending to the right and to the left, rending her narrow slit and feeling the hot blood dropping down. Unable to feed up, I turned her to her stomach and forced my immense soaking cock into her ass - she moaned - I saw tears on her face - and that drove me mad…- when you lose your mind with lust and tormenting wanting - this is the right time to click here!
It was the other night and my wife had gone to bed early so I figured I would get online
and do some checking about vacations. After a while thinking she was asleep,I clicked on
to Joe's to check the wife and husband pictures. I wasn't paying much attention until I
felt some eyes on the back of my neck.My wife had gotten up and caught me online looking
at all those cocks. She told me I would pay for this.She took my hand and pulled me back
to the bedroom where she tied me to the bed. I didn't see her get out the riding crop
until she hit me the first time across my ass. Then she tied my legs to the corner post
and whipped my bare ass and part of my balls.
Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, "Cheer up - dinner time soon." She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I replied with a tired smile, "I know - if I can survive that long!" Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.
It was late Tuesday evening and Tim had stayed at work after everyone had left to get a few things done. Since it was quiet and deserted, Tim thought he could work in peace. Tim was taking a break, walking around a little, when he passed Cheryl's cubicle. Cheryl had left the latest issue of Cosmopolitan on her desk, so Tim started thumbing through it. Of course, Cosmo always has some pictures of great looking women, and this issue was no exception. Tim found a photo of a young, gorgeous blonde with a defiant attitude, wearing a low cut blouse, a black miniskirt, and heels. This picture was making him hot, and Tim had to do something about that.
God it was hot out! Gus was sweltering as he made his final delivery for Elmo's Finer Foods, the bags of groceries getting heavier and heavier as the day had worn on, until finally he was down to the last stop. It was a large stately home at the far end of Main St. almost out of town. The name on the bags said "Tracy Smith". They must be new in town because Gus was at least acquainted with just about everyone who lived in Eldon. As he rang the door he again thought about how warm and thirsty he was. The door opened and a very tall dark haired lady of about 45 asked his to come in.
We've made a deal. In exchange for my incredible ingenuity at creating cunt watering orgasms, you've surrendered control of your nipples. Whenever asked, of course. They are mine to tease and please. I can suck them, flick them, rub them pinch them, pull on them, tickle them, torture them, anytime I want. You go bra-less in thin silk blouses, opening your jacket for dinner, letting me lust after thier hard appearance. Sometimes you wear thin cotton things letting their dark appearance show through. ............Read on
We reside in a conservative middle class neighborhood and expect to be moving soon, after our third child is born. Recently an incident occurred between our 15-year-old baby-sitter and my husband, which should be brought to the attention of your readers. Our 6-year-old son John is precocious and is quite outgoing in this, his first year of elementary school. The baby-sitter we usually get for him and his 4-year-old sister is reliable and comes from a family that is quite strict with their children. Julie is currently working because she's not permitted to date until she's 16, though she is attractive and popular. Our children are no trouble, so she usually has an easy night. Last weekend was a different story. ............Read on
The first stroke caused Zolda to breathe in quickly but she made no noise as the sharp pain in her left buttock rapidly started to diffuse into a hot tingle. As the strap landed it gave a clear crack of the sound you could only associate with good leather, expertly applied. She could not help having a feeling of satisfaction at having done a good job when she chose the materials and carefully constructed the strap. Despite the feeling of apprehension as she waited for the next stroke Zolda's mind wandered briefly remembering the care and love she had put onto making her accounting instruments before her bonding. Weeks of painstaking care had ensured that they would be comfortable to hold, satisfying to wield and, above all, leave the proper mark of a skilled craftsman when applied. ............Read on