SummerMorning
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#2 please.
Short and pithy.
Short and pithy.
Secret Santa Story Challenge
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cloudy
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SummerMorning said:
You've been VERY good this year!
For you:
Body Whipped Crème
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SummerMorning
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cloudy said:
I'd never had known if honey hadn't said ...
SummerMorning
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I'll pretend it's edible
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The Night Shift....
"Does that feel good?" Jill asked her girlfriend, knowing full well that the gorgeous blonde was enjoying every moment.
"Oh, God, yes..." Vikki's husky voice was partially muffled, making Jill smile and push her naked body further against the bedroom wall. She could feel Vikki shiver as the cold wallpaper came in contact with her warm body.
Taking their new sex toy, Jill began to run it between Vikki's luscious ass cheeks, while teasing her own clit with the longer, smoother end. Reaching around, Jill began caressing Vikki's clit, not surprised that the girl was completely saturated.
"Just do it!" Vikki groaned her body unable to hold on any longer. "Put the goddamn thing in my ass!"
Jill laughed at Vikki's impatience and would have continued to tease her but even her own need for release was growing.
Sliding down a little lower, Jill bent over and started to kiss Vikki's back, licking her here and there, smiling as the blonde wiggled her body in frustration. As she caressed the soft skin of Vikki's back with her hardened nipples, she slid her fingers between Vikki's ass, moving lower to dip them into the girl slick hole. Hearing Vikki's moan, Jill resisted the urge to replace those fingers with her tongue and continued moving them in and out of the wet slit.
Taking their toy, Jill spread Vikki's cheeks, running one end over her puckered hole while positioning her own body so that the longer part would slid easily along her lips.
"Ready for me to fuck your ass?" Jill whispered and pushed the bulbous end into her girlfriend’s ass without waiting for an answer.
“Oh fuck!” Vikki groaned as she thrust her hips back and forth allowing the object to slide deeper into her. “Yes…oh God…Yes!”
Jill manuevered the Night Shift so that as she pushed it into her girlfriend's ass it would slide along her clit and almost go inside her. Feeling the smooth acrylic tip just barely touching the entrance was too much to take and Jill began to ride the toy furiously, her movements making the other end jam into Vikki's ass.
Vikki's body tensed, her ass clutching the object tightly before releasing her orgasm with a loud moan. "Oh...so good..." Her forehead resting on the wall, her body slightly slumped.
Jill, just on the verge of her orgasm, seized the chance to ram the toy up her wet, throbbing cunt and fuck herself into an extraordinary climax.
Looking at each other smiling, and thoroughly exhausted, Jill tossed the Night Shift to Vikki.
"Next time, you fuck my ass."
"Does that feel good?" Jill asked her girlfriend, knowing full well that the gorgeous blonde was enjoying every moment.
"Oh, God, yes..." Vikki's husky voice was partially muffled, making Jill smile and push her naked body further against the bedroom wall. She could feel Vikki shiver as the cold wallpaper came in contact with her warm body.
Taking their new sex toy, Jill began to run it between Vikki's luscious ass cheeks, while teasing her own clit with the longer, smoother end. Reaching around, Jill began caressing Vikki's clit, not surprised that the girl was completely saturated.
"Just do it!" Vikki groaned her body unable to hold on any longer. "Put the goddamn thing in my ass!"
Jill laughed at Vikki's impatience and would have continued to tease her but even her own need for release was growing.
Sliding down a little lower, Jill bent over and started to kiss Vikki's back, licking her here and there, smiling as the blonde wiggled her body in frustration. As she caressed the soft skin of Vikki's back with her hardened nipples, she slid her fingers between Vikki's ass, moving lower to dip them into the girl slick hole. Hearing Vikki's moan, Jill resisted the urge to replace those fingers with her tongue and continued moving them in and out of the wet slit.
Taking their toy, Jill spread Vikki's cheeks, running one end over her puckered hole while positioning her own body so that the longer part would slid easily along her lips.
"Ready for me to fuck your ass?" Jill whispered and pushed the bulbous end into her girlfriend’s ass without waiting for an answer.
“Oh fuck!” Vikki groaned as she thrust her hips back and forth allowing the object to slide deeper into her. “Yes…oh God…Yes!”
Jill manuevered the Night Shift so that as she pushed it into her girlfriend's ass it would slide along her clit and almost go inside her. Feeling the smooth acrylic tip just barely touching the entrance was too much to take and Jill began to ride the toy furiously, her movements making the other end jam into Vikki's ass.
Vikki's body tensed, her ass clutching the object tightly before releasing her orgasm with a loud moan. "Oh...so good..." Her forehead resting on the wall, her body slightly slumped.
Jill, just on the verge of her orgasm, seized the chance to ram the toy up her wet, throbbing cunt and fuck herself into an extraordinary climax.
Looking at each other smiling, and thoroughly exhausted, Jill tossed the Night Shift to Vikki.
"Next time, you fuck my ass."
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impressive
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Honey123 said:
Oooooooooookay! I'm WIDE awake now.
Well done, Honey.
Salvor-Hardon
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The Hog ties
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I held them just looking at them, sturdy, solid, well made. They were perfect for what I had in mind and try as she might she wouldn't be getting out of these. I admit I love watching her struggle to get free, but tonight, tonight I wanted pure captivity.
Dinner was pleassant as always and I hinted a few times that I had plans for her. The smile she gave in return was a mix of wonder and anticipation. If only she knew she might not smile so readily. Or she might have cum right then and there. AS I cleared the table she went to the bedroom, changing into the night shirt she knew I loved, just long enough to cover her ass but just barely, and showcased just the top of her cleavage. She was brushing her hair as she came back and snuggled up against me on the couch.
"So what's this big surprise you have for me, huh?" one hand stroking over my chest as she whispered and bit my ear lobe to get me to talk.
"In due time, in due time." I teased, just to make her squirm.
"I hate waiting." Her pout was so adorable, and to hear her on the edge of pleading, knowing the results that were to befall her.... it was just to perfect. "Please, baby, pleeeze give it me?"
I sighed, over dramatically, and turned to face her, holding her shoulders as I did. Then before I said anything I quickly shoved her from the couach to teh floor, and pounced on top, tearing the shirt down the middle. The surprise and unexpected violence caught her off guard, and gave me the split second I needed to turn her over and pull her limbs in together. I yanked the hog ties out from under the couch and fastened the manacles on wrists and ankles like a sadistic rodeo roper. I stood back and let the predicamint take her to see how hard she would struggle against them.
She twistred and turned, writhed and bucked, almost like and animal, and began swearing at me "What'd you do, you ass hole!" Let me go, mother fucker" and so on as she kept pulling herself into more and more of a tangle.
"Done yet?" I asked, being a smart ass smarmy pain in the ass, just goading her more. "I can wait all night if you like."
"Ok you've had your fun, now let me out." She had started to calm down and I just stared at her, bent backwards, skin flushed fromher exersion.
"Not at all, now I'm going to have my fun...." I stood in front of her, and she craned to look up at me as I undressed. That was what I wanted to see, her arched, curved back beginning to rock on her torso and I knew I was on the right track.
Stepping back behind her I spoke softly "I was watching a kid in a toy store the other day, on a rocking horse. I love that album by Alannah Myles and it got me thinking...." I sat down behind her and scooted up close right between her thighs. "If we did it just right....." I slid my hands up her back and felt her shiver. Then taking her hair in my grip I pulled back. She gasped and flexed, tilted back to relieve the strain to her scalp and as she did so she rocked back onto my cock, slipping perfectly into her.
Another gasp as she then realized what I had designed. I released and let her fall forward then pulled back again, and she flexed wider, taking me in as I rocked her then let her fall forward again. Timing was everything, pulling back just enough to fill her, letting go to let her catch her next breath, over and over again and again til I could feel her begin to tremble. I pulled back and she screamed "FUCK ME!" and I knew. I leaned, lifting a little to go deeper and pulled again as she emptied each lung full with banshee like "FUCK"s.
My timing was off at the end. I wanted to cum inside her but she was down and I couldn't hold back. I was too focused to realize I was close and ended up spraying onto her back. I released her quickly and she just laid there, breathing heavily shivering. I laid next to her, wrapping an arm over her to be as close as I could.
Once she caught her breath she whispered "Wonder if the Kama Sutra is taking suggestions?"
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I held them just looking at them, sturdy, solid, well made. They were perfect for what I had in mind and try as she might she wouldn't be getting out of these. I admit I love watching her struggle to get free, but tonight, tonight I wanted pure captivity.
Dinner was pleassant as always and I hinted a few times that I had plans for her. The smile she gave in return was a mix of wonder and anticipation. If only she knew she might not smile so readily. Or she might have cum right then and there. AS I cleared the table she went to the bedroom, changing into the night shirt she knew I loved, just long enough to cover her ass but just barely, and showcased just the top of her cleavage. She was brushing her hair as she came back and snuggled up against me on the couch.
"So what's this big surprise you have for me, huh?" one hand stroking over my chest as she whispered and bit my ear lobe to get me to talk.
"In due time, in due time." I teased, just to make her squirm.
"I hate waiting." Her pout was so adorable, and to hear her on the edge of pleading, knowing the results that were to befall her.... it was just to perfect. "Please, baby, pleeeze give it me?"
I sighed, over dramatically, and turned to face her, holding her shoulders as I did. Then before I said anything I quickly shoved her from the couach to teh floor, and pounced on top, tearing the shirt down the middle. The surprise and unexpected violence caught her off guard, and gave me the split second I needed to turn her over and pull her limbs in together. I yanked the hog ties out from under the couch and fastened the manacles on wrists and ankles like a sadistic rodeo roper. I stood back and let the predicamint take her to see how hard she would struggle against them.
She twistred and turned, writhed and bucked, almost like and animal, and began swearing at me "What'd you do, you ass hole!" Let me go, mother fucker" and so on as she kept pulling herself into more and more of a tangle.
"Done yet?" I asked, being a smart ass smarmy pain in the ass, just goading her more. "I can wait all night if you like."
"Ok you've had your fun, now let me out." She had started to calm down and I just stared at her, bent backwards, skin flushed fromher exersion.
"Not at all, now I'm going to have my fun...." I stood in front of her, and she craned to look up at me as I undressed. That was what I wanted to see, her arched, curved back beginning to rock on her torso and I knew I was on the right track.
Stepping back behind her I spoke softly "I was watching a kid in a toy store the other day, on a rocking horse. I love that album by Alannah Myles and it got me thinking...." I sat down behind her and scooted up close right between her thighs. "If we did it just right....." I slid my hands up her back and felt her shiver. Then taking her hair in my grip I pulled back. She gasped and flexed, tilted back to relieve the strain to her scalp and as she did so she rocked back onto my cock, slipping perfectly into her.
Another gasp as she then realized what I had designed. I released and let her fall forward then pulled back again, and she flexed wider, taking me in as I rocked her then let her fall forward again. Timing was everything, pulling back just enough to fill her, letting go to let her catch her next breath, over and over again and again til I could feel her begin to tremble. I pulled back and she screamed "FUCK ME!" and I knew. I leaned, lifting a little to go deeper and pulled again as she emptied each lung full with banshee like "FUCK"s.
My timing was off at the end. I wanted to cum inside her but she was down and I couldn't hold back. I was too focused to realize I was close and ended up spraying onto her back. I released her quickly and she just laid there, breathing heavily shivering. I laid next to her, wrapping an arm over her to be as close as I could.
Once she caught her breath she whispered "Wonder if the Kama Sutra is taking suggestions?"
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sophia jane
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My gift was wooden spoons. 
“What are you doing?”
“Just looking.”
“Well, get out of my kitchen, so I can finish dinner.”
“I’m looking at something.”
I turned from the stove and found him eyeing the cooking utensils with a mischievous eye. Disgusted, I returned my focus to the stove and to cooking dinner. It was impossible to know what he could be thinking, but knowing him it’d either make me laugh of piss me off. Either way, I didn’t want to ruin Christmas dinner for our extended family.
Several minutes later, he was still in the kitchen, now standing behind me. “Get out!” I told him, more forcefully now, because he was really being a nuisance.
“In a minute.”
I sighed, and was glad when I felt him move away from me, thinking he must have finally found something better to do. And then, without any warning, I felt a sudden smack against the bottom of my ass, just above my thigh.
“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” I asked, turning to face him. He stood smiling, a wooden spoon in his hand.
“Just because.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he said, and smacked my ass with the spoon again, this time higher and harder so the flesh of my ass stung, even through my pants.
“I mean it- stop!”
He laughed and tugged me away from the stove, so that I faced the counter. He laid his hand on my back and nudged me down toward the counter, and with his other hand swatted my ass with the spoon again. I was torn between wanting to finish dinner and wanting to enjoy the feeling of pain and pleasure as he delivered another strike.
He leaned against me, his mouth against my ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
Another smack with the spoon, this one hard enough to make gasp.
“When we’re eating dinner with our families, I want you to remember this,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you to remember this and then I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when they leave.”
The heat of his breath on my ear and the thought of his words further aroused me, and I no longer cared about the food. “Why don’t you do it now?”
He laughed silently, his body vibrating against mine. “No, sweetie. You have to wait until tonight. And then I’m going to bend you over just like this and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.”
Pulling away from me, he landed one last blow on my ass with the spoon and then he turned and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized he’d taken the spoon with him.
“What are you doing?”
“Just looking.”
“Well, get out of my kitchen, so I can finish dinner.”
“I’m looking at something.”
I turned from the stove and found him eyeing the cooking utensils with a mischievous eye. Disgusted, I returned my focus to the stove and to cooking dinner. It was impossible to know what he could be thinking, but knowing him it’d either make me laugh of piss me off. Either way, I didn’t want to ruin Christmas dinner for our extended family.
Several minutes later, he was still in the kitchen, now standing behind me. “Get out!” I told him, more forcefully now, because he was really being a nuisance.
“In a minute.”
I sighed, and was glad when I felt him move away from me, thinking he must have finally found something better to do. And then, without any warning, I felt a sudden smack against the bottom of my ass, just above my thigh.
“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” I asked, turning to face him. He stood smiling, a wooden spoon in his hand.
“Just because.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he said, and smacked my ass with the spoon again, this time higher and harder so the flesh of my ass stung, even through my pants.
“I mean it- stop!”
He laughed and tugged me away from the stove, so that I faced the counter. He laid his hand on my back and nudged me down toward the counter, and with his other hand swatted my ass with the spoon again. I was torn between wanting to finish dinner and wanting to enjoy the feeling of pain and pleasure as he delivered another strike.
He leaned against me, his mouth against my ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
Another smack with the spoon, this one hard enough to make gasp.
“When we’re eating dinner with our families, I want you to remember this,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you to remember this and then I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when they leave.”
The heat of his breath on my ear and the thought of his words further aroused me, and I no longer cared about the food. “Why don’t you do it now?”
He laughed silently, his body vibrating against mine. “No, sweetie. You have to wait until tonight. And then I’m going to bend you over just like this and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.”
Pulling away from me, he landed one last blow on my ass with the spoon and then he turned and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized he’d taken the spoon with him.
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sophia jane said:My gift was wooden spoons.
“What are you doing?”
“Just looking.”
“Well, get out of my kitchen, so I can finish dinner.”
“I’m looking at something.”
I turned from the stove and found him eyeing the cooking utensils with a mischievous eye. Disgusted, I returned my focus to the stove and to cooking dinner. It was impossible to know what he could be thinking, but knowing him it’d either make me laugh of piss me off. Either way, I didn’t want to ruin Christmas dinner for our extended family.
Several minutes later, he was still in the kitchen, now standing behind me. “Get out!” I told him, more forcefully now, because he was really being a nuisance.
“In a minute.”
I sighed, and was glad when I felt him move away from me, thinking he must have finally found something better to do. And then, without any warning, I felt a sudden smack against the bottom of my ass, just above my thigh.
“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” I asked, turning to face him. He stood smiling, a wooden spoon in his hand.
“Just because.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Oh, I think you do,” he said, and smacked my ass with the spoon again, this time higher and harder so the flesh of my ass stung, even through my pants.
“I mean it- stop!”
He laughed and tugged me away from the stove, so that I faced the counter. He laid his hand on my back and nudged me down toward the counter, and with his other hand swatted my ass with the spoon again. I was torn between wanting to finish dinner and wanting to enjoy the feeling of pain and pleasure as he delivered another strike.
He leaned against me, his mouth against my ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
Another smack with the spoon, this one hard enough to make gasp.
“When we’re eating dinner with our families, I want you to remember this,” he whispered in my ear. “I want you to remember this and then I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when they leave.”
The heat of his breath on my ear and the thought of his words further aroused me, and I no longer cared about the food. “Why don’t you do it now?”
He laughed silently, his body vibrating against mine. “No, sweetie. You have to wait until tonight. And then I’m going to bend you over just like this and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.”
Pulling away from me, he landed one last blow on my ass with the spoon and then he turned and walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized he’d taken the spoon with him.
Oh, my!
CrimsonMaiden
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This is longer than most will post and pure stroke material. I really didn't want to post the entire story, but I couldn't find a good cut-off point.
****
My eyes swept over the shelf, and the cute little rounded bottle caught my eye.
“Hmm… Climax Fruit Bomb Lube.” The stuff came in three flavors, Kiwi Lime, Blue Razzberry, and Orange Dreamsicle. This will make his cock taste really yummy, I thought as I fingered the bottle with the orange liquid inside. I took my purchase to the front counter, the plans for the night already forming in my mind.
***
“What are you up to?” he asked as I climbed onto the bed and straddled him.
“You’ll love it. Trust me.” I took the silky red scarf and wound it around his wrist and secured it to the thick mahogany post of our bed. I did the same to his other hand and leaned back for a moment to admire my handi-work.
The lift of his eyebrows and the smile threatening the corners of his mouth told me he couldn’t wait to find out what else I had in store. He didn’t have to wait long.
Pulling out the mask I had tucked in my pocket, I leaned forward and stretched the elastic behind his head. The satin sleep mask covered his eyes perfectly, and I double checked to make sure it came down low enough to totally obscure his vision. Once I was sure he couldn’t see, I grabbed the bag from the adult store and pulled out the lube.
His cock was already semi-hard as I settled on my knees between his legs. Pumping a small amount of the liquid into my hand, I brought it to my nose. The light scent of oranges wafted to my nostrils, and I wondered if it would taste as good as it smelled. Holding his shaft with one hand, I rubbed the slick substance onto his cock. After coating it liberally, I bent forward and ran my tongue over the tip.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “Why do I smell oranges?”
“Hush.”
I licked around his veined flesh, the burst of oranges tangy on my tongue. He did indeed taste like an orange dreamsicle, and I savored him as if his cock was the tasty popsicle. He bucked his hips as I teased him. My tongue running over his throbbing flesh wasn’t enough… he needed more. Holding him by the base, I wrapped my lips around his shaft and sank down. He groaned as the humid warmth of my mouth enveloped him. My tongue lashed across his glans as I took him deep.
My hair swirled around my face as I bobbed up and down on his cock. Saliva dripped down onto the fingers of the hand holding him by the base as I sucked and licked him. His little sighs and moans turned me on, and I loved the way he moved as my lips slid up and down his dick. His arms strained against his bonds, and I knew he longed to curl his fingers in my hair and guide my head as he drove his cock into my mouth.
Once the orange flavoring had been licked clean from his shaft, I rose and straddled him. He moaned as I rubbed my pussy lips over his slick flesh. Leaning forward, I brushed my hair across his chest, letting the long tresses tickle his broad muscles. I planted my hands on the bed on either side of him and bent over, running my tongue along the flat circle of his nipple. His back arched, and he pulled at the scarf holding him hostage.
His hips pumped as he strived to impale me with his cock. Not wanting to delay the pleasure any longer, I rocked back, and he slid into my pussy. We moaned in unison as he filled me, his thickness stretching my pink walls around him. The teasing had taken its toll on him, and he bucked beneath me, driving his cock deep into my pussy as I rode him.
I ground against him, pleasure cascading through my body as we moved frantically together. My fingers found his nipples and pinched, and he bit his bottom lip as a moan spilled forth. His body shone in the light as sweat beaded on his skin. My legs trembled as I rocked to and fro, the pleasure running through me threatening to overwhelm me.
Bringing my hands up to my breasts, I squeezed them, letting my thumbs brush over the nipples. I grasped them between my fingers and pulled, gasping as the rush of bliss shot through me. Grinding against him, I flexed my pussy around him and heard him groan once more. My fingers tweaked my peaks, crushing them flat, and I cried out as the extra stimulation sent me crashing over the edge. I bucked on top of him, my body shaking as release exploded within.
The veins in his arms bulged as he strained against the scarves, his mouth open in a silent scream as he thrust upward. His body stiffened, and a guttural groan spewed from him as he came.
I rolled off him and released him from his restraints. He removed the mask from his face and pulled me into his strong arms. We fell asleep, our bodies as entwined together as our hearts.
****
My eyes swept over the shelf, and the cute little rounded bottle caught my eye.
“Hmm… Climax Fruit Bomb Lube.” The stuff came in three flavors, Kiwi Lime, Blue Razzberry, and Orange Dreamsicle. This will make his cock taste really yummy, I thought as I fingered the bottle with the orange liquid inside. I took my purchase to the front counter, the plans for the night already forming in my mind.
***
“What are you up to?” he asked as I climbed onto the bed and straddled him.
“You’ll love it. Trust me.” I took the silky red scarf and wound it around his wrist and secured it to the thick mahogany post of our bed. I did the same to his other hand and leaned back for a moment to admire my handi-work.
The lift of his eyebrows and the smile threatening the corners of his mouth told me he couldn’t wait to find out what else I had in store. He didn’t have to wait long.
Pulling out the mask I had tucked in my pocket, I leaned forward and stretched the elastic behind his head. The satin sleep mask covered his eyes perfectly, and I double checked to make sure it came down low enough to totally obscure his vision. Once I was sure he couldn’t see, I grabbed the bag from the adult store and pulled out the lube.
His cock was already semi-hard as I settled on my knees between his legs. Pumping a small amount of the liquid into my hand, I brought it to my nose. The light scent of oranges wafted to my nostrils, and I wondered if it would taste as good as it smelled. Holding his shaft with one hand, I rubbed the slick substance onto his cock. After coating it liberally, I bent forward and ran my tongue over the tip.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “Why do I smell oranges?”
“Hush.”
I licked around his veined flesh, the burst of oranges tangy on my tongue. He did indeed taste like an orange dreamsicle, and I savored him as if his cock was the tasty popsicle. He bucked his hips as I teased him. My tongue running over his throbbing flesh wasn’t enough… he needed more. Holding him by the base, I wrapped my lips around his shaft and sank down. He groaned as the humid warmth of my mouth enveloped him. My tongue lashed across his glans as I took him deep.
My hair swirled around my face as I bobbed up and down on his cock. Saliva dripped down onto the fingers of the hand holding him by the base as I sucked and licked him. His little sighs and moans turned me on, and I loved the way he moved as my lips slid up and down his dick. His arms strained against his bonds, and I knew he longed to curl his fingers in my hair and guide my head as he drove his cock into my mouth.
Once the orange flavoring had been licked clean from his shaft, I rose and straddled him. He moaned as I rubbed my pussy lips over his slick flesh. Leaning forward, I brushed my hair across his chest, letting the long tresses tickle his broad muscles. I planted my hands on the bed on either side of him and bent over, running my tongue along the flat circle of his nipple. His back arched, and he pulled at the scarf holding him hostage.
His hips pumped as he strived to impale me with his cock. Not wanting to delay the pleasure any longer, I rocked back, and he slid into my pussy. We moaned in unison as he filled me, his thickness stretching my pink walls around him. The teasing had taken its toll on him, and he bucked beneath me, driving his cock deep into my pussy as I rode him.
I ground against him, pleasure cascading through my body as we moved frantically together. My fingers found his nipples and pinched, and he bit his bottom lip as a moan spilled forth. His body shone in the light as sweat beaded on his skin. My legs trembled as I rocked to and fro, the pleasure running through me threatening to overwhelm me.
Bringing my hands up to my breasts, I squeezed them, letting my thumbs brush over the nipples. I grasped them between my fingers and pulled, gasping as the rush of bliss shot through me. Grinding against him, I flexed my pussy around him and heard him groan once more. My fingers tweaked my peaks, crushing them flat, and I cried out as the extra stimulation sent me crashing over the edge. I bucked on top of him, my body shaking as release exploded within.
The veins in his arms bulged as he strained against the scarves, his mouth open in a silent scream as he thrust upward. His body stiffened, and a guttural groan spewed from him as he came.
I rolled off him and released him from his restraints. He removed the mask from his face and pulled me into his strong arms. We fell asleep, our bodies as entwined together as our hearts.
Louise Brown
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One of the interesting things about having a new boyfriend is the interchange of holiday traditions. My family had always opened gifts on Christmas morning, but my boyfriend's did theirs on Christmas Eve. For our get-together, we decided to compromise... the 24th at his parents' house, then home overnight, then off to my mom's on Christmas Day.cloudy said:For Louise Brown (have you been good this year? Or really bad?
Helping Hand Crop
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Supper, treats, egg nog, and gifts at my prospective in-laws went well; we had plenty of laughs as it seems they give gag gifts in their stockings (rather than small ones), and more meaningful presents for each other were under the tree. Once the evening came to a close, no one there wanted to see us leave... but we did have our commitments and wanted at least a little "alone time" as a break between family visits.
Once home we lit the tree and started with cuddling in its light. My boyfriend thought we should at least unload our stockings that night, keeping his family tradition in tact, and we could open our "real" gifts in the morning. I'm not sure if it was enough brandied egg nog or the snuggles that made me forget the type of gifts that might be inside, but as we quickly counted the number of presents inside, it very closely approximated the number of items of clothing each of us was wearing. In the holiday spirit, we played a game of "Strip Santa," each of us having to take something off on opening a gift.
He took off his sweater as I told him what to open first... I took off mine as he directed me which gift to choose... back and forth we went, sneaking in kisses and licks over each other's bodies as we slowly stripped under the tree. Soon we were naked together when I'd realized I'd miscalculated the number of presents he'd had... there were two extras that had his name on them, each signed "Santa," but each in his own handwriting.
Curious, I watched him open his first gift... two silk scarves. I smiled deliciously at the thought of some light bondage, and happily offered each of my wrists to my ankles. I watched and felt him tie them together, and let the weight of my legs fall to the floor, spreading myself apart for him. I watched him fall to the floor between my legs, teasing my folds with his tongue, then feeling it work its way up to my clit. He licked over me and I moaned in delight, my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second.
Suddenly, though, he stopped, getting up. I groaned at the tease, remaining helplessly bound. He asked, "Louise, were you a good girl this year?"
"Of course, I was," I moaned, wanting more.
With a bit of mock surprise in his voice, he asked, "Really? You know Santa's coming tonight if you were good."
"Oh, I've been very good!"
"Well, then?" He grinned. "I guess if you someone to come tonight, it'll have to be Santa, since you were so good." He paused before continuing, "But if you'd rather have me cum tonight, you'll have to admit you were bad."
"Hmmmm," I teased, even though I was in no position to do so. "Santa coming, or you cumming? Tough choice!"
"Hey, fine with me. I'll just sit here and wait for the Big Man with you." And with that, he got up from the floor and sat on the couch.
"Now, wait a minute," I said, still wet and needing relief. "Maybe... maybe I was... sorta bad this year."
"You?!? Bad?"
"Oh, yes... I was very bad this year."
"That's what I thought. I think Santa must've thought so, too," he said, sliding off the couch and opening his remaining gift to himself in front of me.
"Oh, my," is all I could manage to say.
In less than a minute, my body was flipped over, first onto my side, then with a bit of a jerk, I was pushed onto my knees and pressed, my breasts hanging beneath my body onto the floor, my face turned to the side, and my wrists still bound to my ankles with the soft but tightly tied fabric. I knew what was coming next and I tensed in anticipation.
Instead, I was surprised to feel the strap of the handle dangling over my folds, teasing as only my boyfriend can. I was hoping he'd let the handle down a bit, pressing it inside my pussy, and I began rocking my hips up and down trying to get more of it to touch me. As soon as he saw my body relax, though, (SWAT!) I felt the sting of the crop against my soft ass. He kissed and licked over it to take away the sting, when with another (SWAT!) he spanked the soft curve of my ass again.
Each smack of the tiny paddle was followed by a kiss, lick, or suck from his mouth, and within minutes my ass was red... covered in smacking marks and hickeys.
I was starting to sense when the crop would smack next, but again I was surprised. Instead I felt him reaching underneath my ass and probing my folds with his finger, pried in, then twisting and curling all around inside my walls. With a second finger, he teased me perfectly into position in front of him until his fingers were replaced by the head of his cock. He guided himself inside me until his shaft was buried in my warmth, then I felt his hands caressing and squeezing over my hips, pulling them back on himself.
He started fucking me, slow and hard, slamming his cock inside me and pulling on my hips. From his knees behind me, his motions grew harder and harder in intensity. With a couple hard thrusts I realized I had to lift my head up off from the floor to avoid getting rugburns on the side of my face.
The entire lower half of my body was spread apart accepting him. As he pushed himself deeply inside me, I felt his hairs against my opened anus, his balls swinging deliciously to the upper opening of my labia and sometimes against my clit.
I was straining there, trying to lift myself to meet him, my neck pulled back to keep my chin off the floor, my knees scraping against the carpet, but my pussy taking a glorious pounding. My moans grew louder and louder, and I squeezed my folds together as tightly as I could.
It seemed to be enough, and in a moment I felt from the sudden widening of his cock he was ready to release. With a triumphant cry, my boyfriend planted his seed deep within me, cumming to both our delights.
His cock softened inside my pussy, then when letting it out with a soft plop, I felt some of his cum oozing out, dripping down my leg. He kneeled over beside me, flipping my bound body and taking me into his arms, kissing me and wishing me a merry Christmas. He carried me to bed, untied me, and then it was my turn to show how "bad" a girl I really could be.
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Nevermind...Looking good so far.
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