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SaM’s Place – Chapter 08 of 15 Humiliation and Revenge

Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM’s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM’s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter eight, Evelyn tells the fourth of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.

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SARAH’S NEW MAN HAS A HUGE TONGUE

“Was I invited here to use my tongue on you?”
“Of course. The rules are I watch and call the shots. Lots of commentary from you though. It will turn us both on,” I responded as I started teasing Sarah’s already erect nipples.

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Betrayal Two

Betrayal 2
You need to read Betrayal One to understand where I’m coming from. In that first part I explained how an old friend had stayed with me and my beautiful wife of twenty years, Brandi, and how they ended up betraying me – also, how I betrayed myself. Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I’ve worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I’ve never thought once of cheating on her, and I know the same is true for her. Our sex life has been great through the years, and although less frequent now than in our early years, we’re still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it.
Continued from Betrayal One . . .
For the past thirty minutes I’d spied on my wife and an old friend, from our patio door as they conducted erotic foreplay on the sofa in our family room. To her credit, Brandi was reluctant at first, but Lee was very adept at his manipulations. When it had reached the point where she had begun sucking him off, she’d suddenly stood and walked toward our bedroom. I have to admit that sick as it was, I was extremely excited by what I’d seen, but drastically relieved that she’d suddenly come to her senses and stopped. Then, I was crushed when she’d only peered in, saw that I was “sleeping” and softly closed the door again. Confused and scared as hell by what was happening, I got up and hurried back to the glass patio door just as she reentered the family room. Lee was still seated on the sofa. He had put his huge cock back inside his sweat suit, but the bulge was still showing. Brandi walked over, stood silently before him for a moment as though making up her mind about something, and then held out her hand. He took it and together they walked toward the guest bedroom without a word being spoken. That’s where I left off my last story.
I had few options. I could barge in, at which time they may not even be doing anything; or, she may only be explaining to him why she couldn’t do it, and I’d just end up looking like a complete fool in front of my beautiful wife; or maybe, I’d actually catch them in the act. If I did, what then? But, I had to know. Wearing only my robe and house shoes, I slipped out of the patio door and around the house to the guestroom window. As I knew it would be, the wooden window slats were partially open and the window slightly cracked for ventilation. Lee was already on the king-sized bed, his sweatshirt off, and pulling off his bottoms. The head of the bed was on the far wall, so his feet were toward me only six or so feet away. Brandi was removing her sweater. I’d seen her do this a thousand times. Lee tossed his pants aside and lay sprawled on his back. His legs were spread and I could see his large hairy sacks, and large half-erect cock. Brandi paused while removing her shorts, suddenly fascinated, staring at his cock, her mouth agape. I’d seen a few porno films during college and none of those guys had a thing on Lee. He truly had a monster cock. With my hand wrapped around my own average sized dick, there is about two-three inches sticking out. I could’ve wrapped both on my hands around Lee’s cock, and there’d been more than that left over. I truly felt inferior.
I knew this was sick, but I was more sexually charged than I’d ever been. I was trembling, short of breath, and feeling like my dick was about to explode. There was no doubt in my mind now that Brandi was going to let Lee fuck her. She and I were what I’d always thought of as “a good fit.” Even when she was extra wet I could feel the walls of her pussy rubbing against the sides of my average-sized cock. I knew Lee would never be able to stick that thing inside her. Brandi had her shorts off now, crawling across the king-sized bed toward Lee. She cupped his hairy sacs with her right hand and the base of that thing with her left hand, her slim fingers barely reaching half-way around it. Then she began to make love to it. There is no other way to describe what she was doing. Loose wet lips sliding around the head of it, her pink tongue licking as though it were candy, little bites, loving kisses from tip to its base . . . licking the wet drops from its tip like nectar. I was crying inside. My heart breaking. My dick as hard as it’d ever been in my life.
From less than six-feet away, I saw my wife take the huge head in her mouth, suddenly forcing her head down on it. As soon as it hit the back of her throat, she gagged, pulling back. She did this several times. I could tell as soon as she was successful getting the giant cock-head through the opening, because I could see its knot half-way down her white throat. She paused, resting, breathing through her nose. Then she took it in, all the way to its base, pausing again. I couldn’t believe it. She’d taken it all, almost effortlessly, too. Kneeling over him, she began to slowly ease him in and out, pausing at the head each time to lick and suck. I suddenly realized I was lightheaded, forced myself to breathe deeply. Lee was moving upward now, into her clinging mouth, his thigh muscles tight, and his legs straight. I knew he was getting very close. Brandi pulled back, watched his cock jerk as though fascinated by it. Periodically, she’d flick out the tip of her tongue, taking the clear drop that formed there, then pull back to watch it jerk some more. She was tormenting him. She knew he was ready. Through the partially open window I heard him hoarsely say, “You bitch.”
Brandi laughed deep in her throat, sliding up to his chest, staring into his face. She moved forward, sticking her tongue in his mouth. They shared deep kisses for the next few minutes, until she finally pulled back, breathless, gasping for air. Without a word, she threw one leg over him, hovering there, her wet pussy lips scant inches above his jerking cockhead. Then she lowered until her swollen, wet cunt lips half-covered his pulsating cockhead, slowly sliding around on it, her juices making it shinny. Lee groaned loudly and she hushed him with her tongue inside his mouth. I watched her ass clinch tightly as she pushed downward on his huge cock, the strain making the tendons of her thighs stand out. When he was half-way in her, she rested with her hands on his chest, breathing deeply. I realized my mouth felt like cotton, swallowing quickly to get moisture, trying to resist the shaking in my legs. Brandi’s face looked as she was in constant pain now, as she fought to get Lee’s obscene length inside her. At last, she was sitting on his stomach, but not moving a muscle. She looked down, her hand finding the bulge under the skin of her soft belly that was Lee’s cock buried there. She seemed fascinated by it, rubbing it gently, cupping it in her small hand as she made small slow circles on Lee’s stomach with her ass. I wanted to scream that’s my wife! Leave her alone! I couldn’t utter a sound around my dry tongue.
Lee reached out at took the nipple of her perfect breast between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. I knew she loved that, but what he did next is what I always did to send her over the edge; he tugged on it, gently but steadily, just a little painfully. She grunted, the circles of her ass becoming bigger. Instantly recognizing this was an important button, Lee leaned forward, closing his teeth around the nipple. Brandi tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and began wiggling against his giant cock. Who was this woman I now saw before me. There was such an air of innocence, yet wildness about her that I yearned to have experienced just once during our twenty years together. Suddenly, she rose from her knees to her feet, now squatting over him. She raised herself up almost off his cock, then slid back down – and then again, his cock shining with her juices. He bit her tit again, and Brandi went wild, slamming herself into Lee’s rampant cock, crying out each time. Lee grabbed her hips, holding her still, now doing the slamming himself. I watched that awesome cock entering her, pulling back, slamming forward, as she opened herself, offering herself to him. On its withdrawal, Lee’s large cock literally pulled her vaginal walls out with it. Suddenly, he thrust upward to the base, holding it there as she squirmed down on it. His tightened thighs and clinched buttocks told me he was coming. I heard him grunt loudly each time he spurted inside her. Then Brandi also cried out, her toes curling as I knew they did when she came. During sex throughout our marriage, she’d obviously enjoyed our intercourse, usually moaning softly, occasionally crying out quietly, but still, rather sedately. I watched now as she went absolutely wild. I’d never seen her like this, slamming herself down on Lee’s big cock, her hair flying, eyes glazed, whimpering with pure joy as wave after wave racked her slim body. It went on a long time. When it was over she settled onto his body, lying limply, breathing raggedly. It was only then I realized I’d shot my own load inside the robe.
I braced myself on the window sill to keep my knees from buckling, gasping for breath. Only a few feet away I could see Lee’s huge cock, still half-buried inside my wife. It was softening a bit, and his semen was seeping from around the once tight fit inside her. He turned onto his side, and Brandi whimpered again, throwing a leg over his hip to hold his cock inside her. The head finally slipped out, clearly exposed to me, a river of cum following, coating his balls and her inter-thigh. Soft, his cock still looked like something one would find on a small horse. It glistened with fluid, and although limp, was still formidable. He said something I couldn’t hear and Brandi softly giggled. I hated them both. I wanted to bust in, confront them, but realized that would be difficult to do with my robe splattered with cum. Confused, unsure, I just stood there, watching my beautiful wife and another man.
Brandi sit up, muttering something about having to go. Lee touched her shoulder and I heard him say, “Stay with me.”
“I will. I promise, only not tonight. I have to tell him first.”
My world crashed with her comment. I suddenly realized she was staring at Lee’s glistening cock lying against his thigh. She reached out and took it in her hand. Not once in twenty years did she ever touch my cock when it was messy. I was the one who always had to get a washcloth to clean her up. Now, she stroked it, then sliding down, began to lick it. I was devastated. She cleaned the head, then down its long stem, licking the cum away. At the base, she continued downward, licking his balls, nibbling the loose skin around his balls, taking one gently into her mouth and sucking it. She appeared to be in total bliss. In horror, I watched as she lifted his sacs, licking under them, downward into his steaming crack. She seemed to go a little crazy then, licking, sucking, and biting his anus like she was a starving person. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was a woman who wouldn’t even touch a wet cock! I looked down at my cock and was astounded to find it hard again. When I looked back up Brandi had Lee’s cock buried in her throat all the way to the pubic hairs. She sucked it hard for about five minutes, then I saw his legs go ridged and he started grunting again as he pumped his cum deep into her gullet. I watched her throat muscles milk his cock as she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. She kept working on it even after it grew soft. Finally, she let it fall from her mouth, slid up his chest, and took his entire mouth inside her own. They kissed for a long time. Then she rolled off the bed and started gathering up her clothing.
Frantic, I rushed back to our room, jumped under the cover and a few minutes later, heard her quietly opening the bedroom door. I heard her in the bathroom, showering, brushing her teeth, and finally she stood beside the bed, dropping her white nightgown to the floor before slipping into bed. I did a half-sleep groan, stretched and rolled against her back, my hard cock poking her ass. She stopped breathing. Mumbling as I reached around and placed my hand on her tit, I poked her again but she lay as though frozen in place.
I whispered sleepily against her neck, “Hey Baby. Glad you came to bed.” I lifted her leg slightly, placing the head of my cock against her puffy, stretched lips.
“Oh Honey,” she said, “Not tonight. I am beat.”
I felt angry, a little cruel. I shoved my cock between her pussy lips and thrust hard, slipping in easier than I ever had before. I may have hit about six strokes before I exploded. Through it all, she never moved. I finally turned my back to her, wondering what would happen tomorrow.

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Learning From the Gimp

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Book Signing

While taking his sister’s kids to the toy store, a man meets a children’s book author with a wild streak.

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I Need A Daddy

Estelle was sitting alone at the bar as she studied her surroundings, the soft beat of a 90’s pop song thumping in the background. Her attire consisted of an extremely low-cut, black dress and a pair of black stilettos adorning her feet. Acrid smoke filled the air as her gaze grazed over the numerous clusters on the dance floor before landing on the lone man in the corner who was staring at her intently.
His cold gray eyes surrounded by crow’s feet and graying locks instantly reminded her of her father. With just the idea of someone looking familiar to her father, Estelle felt a warmth beginning in the belly of her being, a soft tingle resonating in her body. Her father was definitely not a looker, but she had always had a significant crush on her father. In fact, she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t want to have her father’s hot cock pummeling her young, tight pussy.
Beneath her dress, Estelle could feel her large nipples hardening on her small breasts. The stranger from across the room could see the small shadows of her hard nubs. His body responded by making his semi-erect cock twitch.
The strange gentleman stood from his cramped table and made his way to the black-haired Estelle with confidence. “Good evening pretty lady,” he began when he settled his bottom in the chair next to his new female companion. “Do you mind sharing the night together?”
Such a straight forward approach made Estelle’s eyes bulge, her lids pulling back fully in shock. He didn’t want to know about her past? She didn’t have to talk about her job? No grilling about why she was wearing such revealing clothes? Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Estelle agreed to his suggestion.
“..but don’t you want to know my name? Or tell me yours?”
The gentleman shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly then turned to the barmaid and ordered another round of vodka for Estelle.
“I’m Charlie by the way,” he said while his eyes looked up and down her body from up close, his eyes pausing over her deep cleavage, the sides of her tits bulging out of the arm hole. The obscene staring, along with his unusual resemblance to her father, made Estelle’s nipples tingle.
“Estelle,” she answered pertly before sipping her drink. Interesting, she thought as he drew a gulp from his now-full glass.
“I’m in town visiting a couple friends, so I have a very nice hotel room,” Charlie proposed simply. “I have toys and a video to add to the fun. If those aren’t enough to keep us entertained, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being a slut in front of a camera.”
His blunt words plunged her into a silence, a throaty cough clearing the shock from her brain. If this stranger was going to be so blunt, so was she. “To be honest,” she started impishly, “I have no need for any of that as long as I have the ability to role play. I wouldn’t mind having a porno rolling as I’m teasing or sucking your cock to get you ready for sex, but that’s only if you want it.”
Charlie’s brow curled up with interest, lazily begging her for what sort of role play she had in mind. So she continued, “I have a great interest in father/daughter role play, though I promise you that I have never done it.”
With the last word falling off the tip of her tongue, Estelle drained the remains of her glass and asked her companion if he was ready to go. Their clicking footsteps left Charlie’s glass of vodka on the bar top.
Broken mirrors glinted in the night as the couple traveled down an alleyway, Charlie’s hand softly squeezing and slapping her ass as they went. Within a few minutes and a couple of blocks, the hotel he was staying at loomed before them with grand haze of gold and white.
The room was neatly organized, the bed promptly made with perfection in mind. A long couch was planted in front of the suite’s television set and Estelle could see that there was enough room for her to kneel in front of a sitting Charlie as she eased her head up and down his length.
Estelle excused herself to the bathroom, taking her time to carefully remove her black dress and hang it gently on a silver hook. As she studied her black lace sweat heart bra, with matching garter belt and panties, she thought of Charlie and her father. When Charlie smiled at her she saw a small glint in his eye that was similar to her father’s and made her cunt stir with desire, Charlie’s deep laugh left her nipples begging to be sucked and played with just as her father’s laugh did, and Charlie had all the physical characteristics of her father: how could she not have deluded herself to believe that her father was in the suite’s living room?
Her hips rocked from side-to-side as she closed her eyes and imagined that she was riding her father’s cock, the dampness of her pussy becoming truly recognized. Estelle placed her hand over her panty-covered mound and let her fingers barely graze along her slit. Wetness filmed her fingertips with every pass along her slit, her fingers pushing ever so gently into her wanting hole. Beneath her panties, her labia parted and swallowed her panty-covered finger.
With the material kissing its way into her opening, Estelle’s body tensed and shook, her white knuckles gripping the vanity’s edge. Having thoroughly drenched her panties and needing to clean her fingers, Estelle quickly cleaned her fingers before opening the door and sashaying to her father.
Two girls were shyly teasing one another’s thighs on the screen, Charlie’s pants unzipped as he sat watching them. Estelle watched the scene unfold to their shy touches turn into a shy kiss, which then turned into a passionate kiss with shy fondling of each others breasts. Her love tunnel softly stirred as she listened to the smacking of their lips and soft moans, Estelle’s own moan deaf to the untrained ear.
Seeing his one-night lover in such sexy attire made Charlie’s cock twitch again with excitement, her hips wiggling suggestively as she walked to his spot on the couch. She stood in front of him with her legs open wide enough so the light showed where her garments were soaked. The soft curve of her torso disappeared as she lowered to her knees, her hand rubbing up and down Charlie’s inner thigh.
From his knee, her honey brown eyes watched him. “Daddy, what are those girls doing to each other?” she asked with feigned innocence, her hand continuously rubbing the inner curve of his thigh. Just the act of asking in her small voice made another jolt of electricity warm her chest as the slope of her breast was interrupted by her hard tips.
Charlie’s chest vibrated as he moaned. Though he hadn’t told her, he also loved to role play as a father. “Nothing baby,” he chimed as he tried to ignore her teasing hand, “they’re just being friendly with each other.”
“Can I be friendly with you daddy?”
The simple question hardened his cock immensely, only gathering enough strength to nod his head with closed eyes. Her hand slipped into the hole of his boxers and pulled out his hard pole.
Estelle’s eyes didn’t see Charlie as she stroked the cock that was in front of her, she saw her daddy and his cock. Seeing her father’s cock made her greedily lick her lips. With a determination to taste her father’s cum, Estelle leaned her head forward and circled his bell. The warm wetness of her young tongue on his old dick sent shivers through his body, more shivers throbbing along his spine as he felt her talented tongue slide up the shaft of his lifted cock.
By now the women on the screen had progressed from their fondling embrace to a tricky 69 position. Their moans were loud and their clothes were placed so that their bodies were revealed quite adequately. Seeing two naked women with their cunts being eaten out while his daughter licked his cock expertly had Charlie growling with satisfaction.
His growl made Estelle purr with gratitude as her lips enclosed around the girth of his iron rod. She could feel the hardness in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the top of his meat, her head bobbing down in short jabs. One of her small hands climbed onto the couch and went to hold her father’s hand, the other sliding of her milk-smooth thigh to her aching crotch.
She pressed on her clit through her panties as her tongue licked the under side of his shaft, her moan of relief reverberating around his cock. The vibration of her moan made Charlie grip her hand tighter and she moaned again. Thinking her daddy was gripping her hand in such a position, Estelle forced herself to take more of his cock into her mouth, the length beginning to force its way down her throat.
Having the confines of his lovely daughter’s throat squeezing around the circumference of his cock, Charlie moaned throatily and placed his free hand on Estelle’s bobbing head. Her small throat bulged as it stretched to accommodate the intruding member’s girth, but the stretch wasn’t enough to keep Estelle from giving chokes for air. Her nostrils flared and tears threatened to form as she swallowed his cock, the sounds of her small chokes secretly turning Charlie on even more.
Now fully erect, Charlie’s cock speared into Estelle’s throat with the small dilations of his thrusting hips. Unexpectedly, cum shot out of his cock tip as his shaft lodged itself into her throat. Tears rolled down her eyes softly as she vehemently choked on her daddy’s large girth, her hand squeezing his with extreme force in a desperate attempt of getting him to withdraw.
Charlie emptied his cock and released Estelle from his grip. One more glimpse at the television screen showed that the two women were now rubbing their sweet, tight pussies together. The supple, youthful skin on the screen made Charlie want to run his tongue up and down their wet mounds.
A soft thud brought his attention back to Estelle, who had sat back on her heels, her hand resting on her chest as she gasped for gulps of air. Softly, Charlie pushed his daughter’s shoulder until she was laying on her back. With his hands, her father parted her long legs to see the wet spot of her dented panties, the tell tale sign of her fondling while she had sucked him off.
The sight of her wet crotch made her daddy’s shoulders slump with want, his head dipping forward to suck on her genitals through her panties. His tongue licked up and down her slit, the taste of her cum tingeing the taste buds on his licking muscle.
He pulled off her mound to peal back the damp material and toss them aside, her musky aroma greeting his nose. Charlie closed his eyes as he deeply breathed in his daughter’s scent of arousal, a pulse beginning to pick up in his fuck organ.
“Oh, daddy, yes!” cried Estelle as she felt a warm tongue sliding from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clitoris. Her hands tangled in his hair as one of his reached up to fondle her full breast, the other sliding up and down her slit.
Estelle whimpered with pleasure as she felt her father’s finger slip between her folds with the help of her juices, a yelp of excited surprise filling the room when she felt his finger enter into her wanting hole.
Her entire body shivered like a leaf as Charlie worked his finger in and out of her velvet walls, his tongue bathing her clit. Charlie’s other hand was busy pinching and pulling the hard tips of his daughter’s sweet nipples.
“Mmm daddy,” she purred and sighed as her orgasm worked up as Charlie slid another finger into her waiting hole. “Oooh—just like that!” she screamed at having his fingers thrust into her depths harder.
She thrusted her hips up, wanting his fingers to pound into her open cunt harder, her clit smashing into Charlie’s face. Feeling her wetness and knowing that she was so close to giving a torrent of her sweet nectar, he sucked her clit hard and batted his tongue wildly against her bud while his fingers curled up and mercilessly pounded her canal.
“I’m gonna co—Oh fuck, I’m coming. Oh daddy, I’m coming on your fingers and all over your face! Oh, oh, oh, oh!!” Estelle cried, her mind losing control of her body as she exploded and girl cum squirted out around Charlie’s fingers and onto his face. Her tense body shook, her arms jerked in different directions as her makeshift father continued to work his curled fingers into her pussy, his fingers hitting her g spot with ease, and her mind was blank as she tried to think a coherent thought. Incoherent screams turned into incoherent mumbles before Estelle lost consciousness.

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Falling In Love With Kyle – Chapter 4

Here’s the fourth chapter…. Finally! So so sorry for the wait. The next part will be up much quicker… I think. I hope you dig. Comments and PM’s are much appreciated!
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As I finished setting dishes on the table and lighting the candles that stood next to them, I heard a knock on my door.
“Just a minute!” I called out.
I looked in the mirror one last time, smoothing my long hair and adjusting my strapless, shin-length, pink dress. I had another set of black, hopefully sexy, lingerie under it, complete with stockings that showed off my long legs and led down to my black heels.
After I decided I looked as good as I was going to get, I checked the table and made sure our meal of macaroni and cheese, lemonade, and rice crispy treats, all of Kyle and my favorites, was all arranged perfectly, and took a deep breath as I approached the door.
I opened the door and saw Kyle standing in the hall wearing another extremely handsome outfit of a charcoal grey button down shirt, pants, and a pink tie around his neck, along with a big smile on his face, which only got bigger when he saw me. I returned his grin as he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly and then pulling back to kiss my lips gently. All anxiety I had about the night I had planned was gone when I felt his lips against mine, and a huge weight was taken off of my shoulders.
“You look great,” I said to him with a smile as I led him inside, closing the door behind me. I now realized he hadn’t taken his eyes from me and I blushed lightly as he said, “You look…,” But trailed off. His eyes moved from my outfit back up to meet my eyes, chuckling as he saw my reddened cheeks, his thumb brushing over them. “So beautiful,” He said, finishing his sentence and kissing me again.
I pulled back and he turned away from me and took in my room. The only light was from two candles on the table, and a few strands of twinkling lights I had hung on my walls, reminding us of our first date in the park. He looked at the food on the table and laughed softly. “My favorites…”
I smiled and nodded. “Mine, too. Good thing we both like weird things.” He laughed.
“Are we celebrating something?” I laughed and shook my head, then said, “Just us.” He smiled and nodded as he pulled out my chair for me and I sat down, and then took his seat next to me.
We sat and ate for the next half hour, laughing and talking about nothing important. He didn’t seem to have a clue about what I wanted to do later that night. Some of my nerves had returned, but they were more excited nerves than my being terrified, like I was earlier.
We were in the kitchen, since I luckily had enough savings to afford a larger dorm that included a small kitchen and dining room area, putting away the dishes, when he turned to me and asked, “So, what do you have planned next, baby?”
My heart fluttered when I heard him say that, as it was the first time he had used it. I hopped off of the counter and took his hands, leading him out of the kitchen, and towards my bed.
I took another deep breath, and then stood on my tip-toes to lean up and kiss his lips. He responded instantly, his arms already finding their spot around my waist, pulling my body closer against his. I wasted no time, and was already deepening the kiss as my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt his tongue run over my lower lip and I touched mine to it, which he responded to by parting his lips more, allowing me to slip my tongue into his mouth, moving against his. We kissed passionately this way for a while, but eventually, he broke it, probably assuming I would soon, too.
I tried pulling him back to me, but he resisted, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Kyle… I want you. Tonight; right now,” I whispered against his lips and then glanced up into his eyes, and was met with his gaze.
“Baby… are you sure? I know you want to wait, and I’m fine with it, you know that.” I shook my head and kissed him again, which he let me do this time, and then pulled back again.
“I’m sure. I’m ready, and I want it.” He nodded slightly, but I was concerned by his lack of excitement. It suddenly occurred to me that I was only thinking of myself. I wasn’t worried about whether he wanted this or not, I just assumed he did. I felt my cheek burning again, and stuttered out, “I- I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t realize you… wouldn’t want me.” I pulled back, letting my arms fall from around his neck, embarrassed.
He shook his head quickly and didn’t take his from around my waist. “Are you crazy, Emma? Of course I want you. I want you so much. I just didn’t expect this. And I want to make sure you’re doing this because you want to, not because you think you have to. Which you don’t.”
I looked back up at him. “I want this, baby. I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want you.” His lips were against mine again as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I kissed him back deeply, and finally his lips pulled back slightly, but were still touching. “I want you, too,” He whispered against my lips.
I smiled against his lips and felt him doing the same, before he kissed me again, slowly and passionately. I started to move backwards, pulling him with me to my bed, and then finally he lowered me down on it, not taking his lips from mine and moving on top of me.
It seemed he had the same urgency I did, as his hands moved from around my waist to slide down my sides slowly. My arms were around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, as our tongues touched once more.
His hands were roaming over my body, moving down over my hips and down towards the hem of my dress, pulling it up slightly, but not much higher than my mid-thigh. They moved back up, towards my breasts, but he hesitated. I took my hands from around his neck and found his, moving them towards where I wanted them, and where he had stopped. I felt his smile against my lips when I guided his hands, which I returned by kissing him even more passionately.
His hands gently kneaded my breasts, eliciting a small moan from my lips as I moved my fingertips down over his chest, loosening his tie. I heard him groan quietly as I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently. I felt his hands move away from my chest and wrap around my waist again, lifting me as he pulled us both back up, standing vertical. His hands moved up, finding the zipper on my dress, and whispering against my lips, “May I?”
I smiled and nodded, and felt my dress loosening as he unzipped it. I took a small step back from him, letting my dress slip from my body and then stepping out of it, leaving me in my heels and lingerie.
I glanced up at Kyle to find his eyes wandering down over my body. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling insecure. His eyes met mine again, and I saw the lust I saw earlier this morning return to them.
“You are the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on, baby,” He said in a slightly hushed tone. His arms were back around my waist and his lips were mere centimeters from mine. I couldn’t help closing the space with more passion and urgency than ever before.
My hands were back at his collar, moving down slowly as I unbuttoned his shirt and then pushed it off of his shoulders, revealing his tan and muscular body.
He moved us back onto the bed, returning to his position on top of me again, while we kissed, his hands back on my chest. I ran my fingertips down over his arms, feeling his muscles flexing. His lips began to move over my chin and down my neck. I gasped softly when I felt his leaving gentle bites down my neck. His lips were at my breasts, brushing ever so lightly over the top of them, the skin not covered by lace.
Knowing what was coming, pushed him off of me. He looked confused, and maybe a little hurt. I smiled and moved on top of him, straddling his waist. “Let me go first,” I whispered. His expression softened, and he let me push him down so I could lean against him, our chests pressed together as I began to kiss his neck, like he had kissed mine.
I kissed and flicked my tongue over his warm skin as I moved down further, sucking occasionally. I looked up at him, and saw that he was watching me, the pleasure obvious in his face. “You don’t mind if I leave a few hickeys, do you?” He smirked slightly, not in an asshole kind of way, like Travis would, but in an extremely sexy way. He shook his head. “Not at all, baby,” His voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled and put my lips back on him, now moving down towards his chest, and slowly down his abs, tracing around them with my tongue and lips. I moved so I was settled between his legs and unzipped his pants, slowly sliding them off of him. I did the same with his boxers, and was finally left with just his dick, already slightly hard.
It was quite big, slightly wider than Travis’. And much longer. I bit the side of my lip, thinking about how good it would feel inside me later.
I heard a soft moan come from Kyle’s lips, and looked up, slightly puzzled, as I hadn’t even touched him yet. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re so sexy when you bite your lip,” He said to me, and I laughed slightly.
I leaned down, kissing just above his dick without touching it. I wasn’t sure how good I was at blowjobs, but I had never had a complaint from Travis. And I was much more willing to do this for Kyle than I ever was for him.
I brushed my lips around his dick, slowly and lightly, teasing him for as long as I could. I began to use my tongue, too, and eventually, when Kyle whispered, “Please,” I decided it was time to give him what he wanted.
I let my hair brush over his dick before pulling it to the side and leaning down again. I wrapped my fingers around it slowly, to which he let out a gasp. My lips were moving up and down it, my tongue occasionally flicking over his sensitive skin, and then I finally took the head of his dick into my mouth, tasting the small drip of pre-cum that had appeared on the tip. He moaned, slightly louder than before and I ran my tongue over the underside as my hand rubbed up and down the rest. Taking my mouth off of it, I started to lick up and down; making sure it was nice and wet. Kyle continued letting out moans, getting louder each time. I returned my mouth to the head, but moved it further down, letting more of his long dick slide into my mouth. My hand was pumping up and down in time with my mouth as I sucked hard, my tongue still moving over it. Each time my mouth went down, I slid more into my mouth until almost his entire dick was sliding towards my throat.
“Emma-oh god. Emma, yes. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.” This was all the encouragement I needed so I forced the rest of his long cock into my throat, holding it there as my fingers moved to massage his balls gently. It didn’t take long for him to be moaning even louder, and to exclaim that he was going to cum. I moved my mouth up and down, making sure my lips pressed all the way against his pelvis each time, until I felt his body tense up, and his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I moved my lips to cover just the head as my hand moved slowly up and down, milking his cock of every drop until he fell back against the bed.
I swallowed what was in my mouth, and then licked his dick, making sure to get it all, and then swallowed that, too.
Sitting up, I glanced at Kyle and saw that his eyes were still closed as he lay back on the bed, his breathing slightly labored. I leaned down and kissed his lips gently, and then pulled back, his eyes opening when I did.
He sat up as well, but only to put his arms around me and pull me down onto him, a smile forming on his lips.
“That was so amazing, baby,” He said, his breathing finally returning to normal. I smiled and kissed him again. He kissed me back, one of his hands finding it’s familiar spot on my lower back and the other moving up to fumble with the clasp on my bra.
His nervous hands finally undid the clasp and slid the straps off of my shoulders, tossing it off the bed. He quickly and smoothly moved so I was under him again, his lips returning to my neck. I kept my eyes on him as I watched him trail kissed across my collarbone, down my chest and towards my breasts.
The nerves returned to the pit of my stomach and as much as I wanted him to continue, I couldn’t help when the words escaped my lips. “Kyle… wait.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him so our lips met again. He kissed me, but with restrain. He finally pulled back, and looked at me, his eyes slightly sad.
“Did you change your mind, Emma? You don’t want this anymore?”
“No, I do. Believe me, I really do. It’s just that, you d-don’t have to do… that,” I finally stuttered it out. He raised an eyebrow.
“Baby, I want to. Let me return the favor, please,” He didn’t understand. I hesitated and his expression changed from confusion to understanding.
“Oh. Baby, you’ve never felt this, have you?” I shook my head slowly. He was right; Travis had never done this to me before. No one has. He was more concerned with my ability to give him oral sex.
Kyle smiled and kissed me again gently. “Let me do this for you, Emma. Trust me, you’ll love it. If you don’t, tell me; I’ll stop.”
I thought for a moment. I trusted Kyle. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and would stop if I told him to. And it’s not like I would tell him to stop once he got started. I imagined my fantasy from the night before that had made me feel so good. I knew that I wanted it.
I took a deep breath, and then, ever so slightly, I nodded.
He smiled and was back over me again, kissing around my soft, milky breasts. His hand cupped one of them, massaging it gently while his lips kissed around my nipple, slightly hard from the attention. His tongue circled around it slowly, making me moan. His eyes met mine, and he apparently like what he saw, because the corners of his lips formed a slight smile as he took my nipple into his mouth. Taking in a sharp breath, my hand found the nape of his neck, holding him to my chest, begging him for more.
After a while of sucking, he switched to the other, making sure it got the same treatment, hit warm tongue and mouth feeling so good against my sensitive skin.
Finally, his lips started to continue further down my body, kissing over my stomach until he reached an area that was still covered. He sat up slightly, seemingly admiring my body. His eyes roamed over it, taking in my wild hair, bright pink cheeks, and even brighter pink nipples. His eyes finally settled on what my black lace panties covered, and the nude stockings that led up to them.
He places his hands on my upper thighs, rubbing gently and then hooking his fingers over the top of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs and finally off. He leaned back down again, kissing above my now-bare pussy and down towards it. His lips brushed down over my pussy-lips but then moved to kiss my upper thigh.
My breathing was becoming heavy and I wanted his lips on me like I had fantasized about last night. I needed it and he seemed content to tease me for all eternity.
“Kyle… please,” I breathed out, and I could feel him smiling against me.
“Please what, baby?” His lips continued leaving soft pecks on my thighs, moving closer to my pussy, but not close enough.
“I want it. I want your mouth on me. I need to feel that. Please,” The last word was barely above a whisper but he seemed happy to oblige.
I felt his lips leave my thighs, and his thumbs brushing over my pussy, spreading my lips apart. I could feel his warm breath against my clean shaven mound, and it was making me crazy. I had never wanted something so bad before.
I felt his tongue trace up the lips, towards my clit, at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, his tongue pressed lightly against it, and I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that came from my mouth.
This sound seemed to trigger something, because as soon as I made it, his tongue began flicking back and forth slowly, but pressed hard against my clit. I felt the pressure on it ease off as his tongue moved down to slowly lick up and down my tight slit, pushing his tongue into it. I moaned quite loudly and his tongue darted back up to my clit, flicking over it again. I felt one of his hands leave my thigh and his finger taking the spot at my slit that his tongue was just in. His finger began to ease into my dripping wet folds as his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking harder. His other hand was massaging my thigh gently, as he sucked hard and slid his finger further into me.
I was moaning louder and louder, gasping his name and begging him not to stop between breaths.
As he began pumping his finger in and out slowly, but deep into me, soon adding another, while his tongue flicked and licked and sucked on my clit, I was almost pushed over the edge. All these sensations were as I imagined they would be last night, only much stronger.
“Kyle… Oh my god, baby. I’m going to cum.” I couldn’t take this much longer. My hand was on the back of his neck again, holding him close to me as my body tensed up.
“Yes, baby, cum for me. Let me taste you.” The vibrations from his voice were too much; my back arched, my other hand was gripping a fistful of sheets and my body squirmed and the orgasm overtook me. I moaned much louder than I should have considering the dorms next to me; it was nearly a scream.
Kyle’s tongue and fingers did not let up as I came; his tongue continued flicking my clit, his fingers kept pumping in and out of me.
When my cumming finally slowed, and I lay back against the bed again, only then did he finally stop. He eased his fingers out of me and I watched him lick the juices from them. He licked up my slit once more, and then finally planted a kiss on my clit before sitting up.
I tried to steady my breathing and propped myself up on my elbows. He flashed me his charming little grin and was over me once again, kissing me deeply.
“Was that okay, baby?” He asked tentatively against my lips. I laughed softly.
“Okay? That was… oh my god. That was amazing, Kyle.” He smiled and kissed me again.
I lay back on the bed, nearly out of energy. He looked at me and pouted.
“You aren’t done yet, are you?” I laughed and shook my head, pulling him close to me and wrapping my legs around him.
“We are nowhere near done yet, baby.”

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