Sexual Freedom read by Jenny

I whimpered and keened as his tongue laved my left nipple. My other nipple peaked with anticipation
waiting in turn. I looked at the juncture that joined us together and my thoughts were in a jumble.

There was something poetic about it. I could feel him pulsing inside me, taking me with him on a journey of wantonness.

His prick, felt heavy and full inside my vagina. Each stroke as he languidly and slowly
moved inside me, was making me want to scream, keen. My arms moved restlessly over his back, torso.

I felt hot and out of my depth. He surrounded me. His breath coming in short circuit with every move
he made. His manly scent and woodsy musky cologne surrounded me in a cocoon of heat and
restlessness. I wanted him so bad. I always did.

I met him in half strides as he pistoned inside me. His slick back felt good to the touch. Rubbing off
my body in a perfumed state, dribs of sweat slinked from him. I wanted to mewl like a cat getting
scratched. His hands fondled my other breast pinching the nipple alternatively.

I heard myself scream. I couldn't help myself. Feeling him laving one nipple while pinching the other coupled with him moving inside me had me going nuts.

I wrapped my arms more tightly around his hips caging him in my precipice of
heaven. I heard him grunt with the effort of holding himself back as he grinded his dick in my g-spot.
I never pictured ravishment to be this exciting nor soul searing. Michael, the stable boy of my father's
estate, was a man who knew the baser windings of carnality.

Being single for about three years, I had to devise ways to getting pleasure at any
turn. But so far, Michael was the best of them all.
With his dark skin, well muscular lean body, he was magnificent. He had the most riveting dark eyes
that crinkled permanently with a sensuality that beckoned to my wantonness. And a mouth that
spoke wanting to be kissed all the time. Who was I to deny myself the pleasure?

I could feel myself on the ledge of an orgasm. Each time, he was inside me, he worked me like he
couldn't get enough. And I loved it especially after having an empty bed for three years.

My ex-husband was not an adventurer. Being brought up in a controlling religious household,

ensured he only practiced missionary style while we both were under the sheet and in dark. So when he left, I was set free sexually. And didn't I just love it!

Kneeling, he turned me on to my stomach spreading my legs wider as he covered my back with his
and surged inside me in one fluid movement. I let out a gasp full of wonder and lust. I could see his
lust reflecting mine.

Looking straight into my eyes, he wound his hand around me and brought it to my clit. He rubbed it
with tandem to his movements inside me. I grated in the hay-laden hard floor in the stables. I couldn't
seem to form coherent thoughts. Pleasure overtook me. I moaned, touching my breasts, moving my
head from one side to the other. I tried to rise but he prevented me by putting one hand on my lower
back; a show of control on his part.

Michael started moving deep inside me with hard wrenching precision. I could feel him go so deep
with each stroke. I screamed as I felt myself letting go getting carried away in my orgasmic bliss.
Putting me on all fours all of a sudden, he shoved inside me. Each movement brought me closer to
another climax.

This style ensured I felt him fully inside me. With every thrust, I felt both pleasure and
pain. He stretched me real well. I moaned with every thrust and Igasped every single time he shoved inside me.

Sweat coated both of us. I could hear Michael's unrestrained groan or grunt once in a while. His
hands on both sides on my hips, held me in place. My forearms supported my weight on the hay floor.
My tits moved with every thrust he gave me. I could see his eyes riveted with them. He loved my
tits.

Leaning on my back, he removed his hands from my hips and brought one on my left breast and the
other he reached around to rub my clit. I could hear his strained panting as he shoved with
unrestrained vigor. I could feel myself stretching and closing every time his manhood shoved inside
me.

"Love, I am going to make you scream your head off. Your woman juices will gush over me again and
am going to lick you clean after I come inside you," Michael uttered in my ears.
Goosebumps broke all over me. With each shove, I felt he was about to predict how true his words
were.

"Come for me. Let go. Feel me inside you," he whispered as he hit my g-spot. Moans broke out from
me unbidden. I felt like I was floating in a cavern of blissfulness. He kissed my back. I could feel his
need to come fighting with his resolution to see me climax again.

Knowing what made me loose all control, he suddenly pressed real hard on my clit moving inside me
hard and fast. I let out a loud scream as I felt myself cumming all over again. Michael shoved inside
me several times before grunting his release. I felt soaked to the core with both his cum and mine but
blissfully so.

I was deprived of strength. I slumped on the hay; Michael following me and tucking me in his arms.
“Do not for a moment think am not going to lick you off Mrs. M,” Michael deliciously whispered in my
ears as he wound his arms around me with every intention to do so in a while. I smiled internally
daring him to do just that.

The End.

Jenny

Jenny "Sexual Freedom"

"Moaning At Midnight" Read By Hannah Z

It's been a long tiring day and all you want to do is sleep. You get ready for bed by stripping down to
nothing but your underwear before getting in bed. We cuddle and share a few kisses while saying our
'good nights' to each other. For a while everything is fine, but I can feel how restless you become. I
rub your chest in a soothing manner to help you calm down.

You shift a little to get more comfortable as my lips begin to pepper whisper soft on your neck. I feel
your hands roam my body; groping your favorite places to touch. Slowly taking my time planting
kisses down your body; I make sure to give the extra sensitive spots the attention they deserve.

You begin to relax visibly as a sigh escapes your lips. You love how I like to take care of you at times like
this. When I reach the waist band of your underwear I make it snap you with a little giggle.
Your sleepy chuckle warms me as I pull them down.

A groan slips from you as I kiss the head of your already stiffened cock. Hungry heated kisses are placed along it as I worship it like the work of art it is.

My mouth descends upon it greedily whilst you take a hand full of my hair. A moan fills the air as my
tongue spirals in perfect waves along the backside as I slide up and down. You love how warm and
perfect it feels. Your hips buck against me eagerly as if telling me you want more.

I take in as much I can manage and choke a little. You praise me through a moan as I hollow my cheeks to suck harder.
"Fuck." You breathlessly hiss as you take over and fuck my mouth.
I can't help being turned on by pleasing you and moan from just your sounds alone. After a while you
allow me to crawl up and straddle you. We share heated kisses before I guide you inside of me.

Your eyes close in pleasure at feeling how wet I am for you. My hands rest on your chest; moving slowly
up and down. The arousal and passion flowing between the two of us radiates through the air around
us. No need to rush, just enjoying each other.
Your hands run along my curves. I sit up as you take my tits in your hands and mine slide up to take my hair. I run them through it as I moan your name. It turns you on even more and spurs you on. You
bend your knees to help you thrust up into me; making the bed squeak as you take my hips.

"Yes!" I moan loud; making you ram into me suddenly.
You're so deep inside of me that the head of your cock hits the back wall. You're enjoying my moans
of pleasure and how tight I am around you. You switch us over so you can be on top and wrap my
legs around your waist. Our movements are still just as slow as yet harder than before. You groan as
I rake my nails along your back. The wet warmth that has a vice like hold on your thick cock has you
feeling like you could blow, but you want to hold out longer.

"Shit," you moan into my neck as I grope you wantonly.
"Don't stop," I plead at the same time lifting my hips higher so that you're as deep as possible.
Your head falls back as if you're in heaven as my inner muscles clench tighter around your cock. We
have the bed banging against the wall in no time. All thoughts of taking our time is forgotten. Your
powerful cock is plundering my pussy fast and so hard that I can't even breathe it seems. I manage to
keep up with you whilst squeezing your ass.

Before I know it; a tidal wave of euphoric pleasure is hitting me fiercely. Broken versions of your name
rush from me as I shudder under you. It only makes you push deeper as a grunt falls from those sexy
lips of yours.

I think you're going to have your own release afterwards, but I am surprised by you
pulling out and flipping me onto my knees. You slam back into me with one hand on my shoulder and
the other on my hip. My head flies back as we both moan.

I let you have your way with me, manipulating my body to your liking. Moans galore flow from you as
the sensations take over. The way my tight pussy fits you snuggly like a glove. How wet your massive
cock has made me. My moans tantalizing your ears and sending a shiver down your back.

It doesn't take long for your release to begin to creep up on you. You have to quickly pull out just in time to
send a thick rope of cum raining down onto my back side. Your fist pumps it once, twice to finally
drain you with one last groan of satisfaction.

The End.

Hannah Z

Hannah Z "Moaning At Midnight"

"Nympho stepDaughter" Read By Penny Lee

Listen to Penny Lee's naughty story about a sex crazed girl that takes out her sexual frustration on the gardener who perves on her stepmother. Penny removes her sexy lingerie as she reads this erotic story revealing her amazingly sexy body and perfectly perky breasts.

Penny Lee "Nympho stepDaughter"

"Hotel Pick Up" read by Ariel Anderssen

A flash of memory: Following Layla and the guy down the hall, remembering I still don't know his

name, nervously rehearsing her instructions. Breathe through my nose. Make eye contact. Use my
hands. No teeth. Can I do this?
Layla lifted her head from the pillow, looking at me in shock. "What do you mean, you don't know
how?"
I blushed. "I don't know, I've just never felt like I can do it. I always gag and don't like it."
"You're good with me."
I smiled ruefully. "It's easier with a woman. I've never felt like I knew how to do oral on a guy."
Layla laughed. "Your husband doesn't mind?"
My face reddened again. "I do it on special occasions, but he knows I don't enjoy it, and that's ok with
him."

She paused. "Maybe I should teach you. Make this a a girls' weekend to remember."
I feigned shock. "Layla Marie!" She grinned.
I gaped at her for a minute. This was only our second weekend since we'd met at the best friends'
exchange club, and I still hardly knew her. "Um, with whom? I'm not sure Jay would like that idea very
much."
"Shhh. You don't need to tell him. Just show him what you can do." She smiled. "It'll be worth it."
I paused, swallowed. "You didn't answer the other part. I'd need someone to practice on."
She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd
find someone." Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed.
I stared at her again. "Let me think about it."

I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Layla to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door
pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just
the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at each other, pretending we weren't.
"You like him?" she murmured as she strolled back in, catching me glancing at him in the mirror.
"Nice looking," I agreed, as I applied her color to my lips. "And a bit of mischief in his smile."
"Let's go talk to him."
I took a deep breath, took my last swallow of my mojito, and followed her over. I sat on his other side.
"Hello, stranger," she smiled at him. "My friend Sarah likes you."
"I like her too," he smiled at me.
I blushed. Would it really be this easy?
"Feeling generous toward a couple of escorts for the evening?"
He looked at her, seemingly at a loss for her meaning. Finally, "Oh!" He blushed a little. "Um, I have
to meet someone in a couple of hours, but maybe until then."
Layla glanced at me in the mirror; we nodded silently. Layla took his arm, We all slid from our
barstools. He left a generous payment on the bar and followed us to the elevator and up to our room.
She gave him a soft brushing kiss on the lips as we entered, a secretive smile. Would he want to kiss
me?

My heart was pounding as she unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and draped them carefully over the
chair, then maneuvered him to the edge of the bed. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and
raised arms, eyeing his muscly trunk and lightly scratching around his nipples. He was better
developed than I suspected under the suit.
She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that,
sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel
beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She
reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening
down on my side. A tiny dark area appeared where he was starting to ooze. I lightly stroked him
through the trousers, mostly with the tips of my nails.

Layla leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples and stroke his thighs while I undid the other shoe. She
gently undid the catch on his trousers, and, seeing our intention, he lifted his hips so we could remove
them, leaving his boxers tented a bit. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the arousal growing there as
we alternately stroked his belly and thighs, gently squeezed his erection, used a bit of the growing
moisture to paint his nipples. He shifted his hips as we slipped the remaining layer down, grinned at
each other, and each used one hand to gently squeeze his shaft, then gently running my nails up and
down once. I looked at his face; he was loving this, amazed at his fortune. I suddenly found myself
wanting this, wanting to make this good for him.

Layla murmured, "watch me," and softly tongued up the underside to just below the head. His cock
gave a little jump in my hand, and a soft moan escaped from his lips. She took the head gently in her
mouth as her hand moved mine up and down a tiny fraction, encouraging me to squeeze him. I
looked up in his eyes as she proffered his cock to my mouth, and saw his breathing become irregular
as I gave the head a soft suck. I was rewarded with a tiny drop of sweet syrupy precum and another
little jerk in the shaft.

Remembering her instructions, I withdrew and licked up the velvety front of the shaft, rubbing him up
and down faster. Her pretty mouth suddenly engaged him at the tip, just the softest little kiss before
engulfing maybe half of the shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. Next I took him deeper for a
moment, then wrapped my hand and started to stroke. I saw him trying desperately to keep his eyes
open, but having to close them at times as the stimulation increased.
Layla took him back in her mouth. I caressed her face, stroked him, watched his eyes loving her,
loving me. We alternated, back and forth, occasionally kissing each other, watching him watch us
until he had to lie back, and couldn't keep his eyes open. His groaning grew louder, more frantic,
higher in pitch. As his cock reared back and started to jerk in my hands, I took the first hot spurt of his
tart semen before she took over, finishing him up as I rose to kiss him, give him a taste. He kissed me
avidly, then kissed her tenderly when she came up to join us.
We rested on either side of his panting chest, holding hands, lightly tickling his chest, his nipples, his
balls and cock. Kissing each other across his chest, nuzzling his neck as his breathing slowly
returned to normal.

After some time, he glanced at his watch. "That was amazing, ladies, but I'm afraid I have to go."
Layla brought him a warm washcloth to clean off the crimson lipstick. Faster than I would have
believed, he was dressed, laying two large bills on the dresser, and letting himself out of the room.
Layla laughed triumphantly, gave me a gentle push onto the bed, and without warning was under my
dress licking me through my panties. As I dissolved into my orgasmic bliss, I kept wondering why this
was all so easy.

Packing the next morning, Layla insisted we have breakfast in the hotel dining room instead of room
service. A few tables over, we spotted the man from the night before, sitting with a beautiful woman.
He reddened a bit as he saw us, and excused himself, apparently heading to the washroom.
Layla went up to the table anyway. She and the woman exchanged cordial smiles, a brief hand
squeeze. "Cindy, this is Sarah, my friend."
Cindy gave me an appraising look for much longer than I would have expected, took my hand and
smiled. "Nice to meet you."
Layla leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for lending me my husband last night. I know it's
your weekend. I'll make it up to you sometime."
Cindy and Layla both looked at me again until I blushed.
"I'm sure you will," Cindy laughed. "I'm sure you will."

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The End.

Ariel Anderssen

Ariel Anderssen "Hotel Pick Up"

"Bound to be Fucked" read by Ariel Anderssen

The heavy weight and sharp sound of metal-on-metal excites me. Ever since Eric bought my new chrome spreader bar, I've snuck looks at it and secretly held it, wondering when and how he will first use it on me.

Will I be locked in it on my back with my ankles above my head? Standing and bent over at the waist? Maybe face down in the pillows with my arms secured to the headboard. I try to imagine all the ways in which I might be taken. I want to know.

I stand now before him, trembling, waiting for him to decide my fate before he locks my ankles into the stainless steel stocks and puts me into some off-balance position for his taking. I used to think that the point of a spreader bar was to keep my legs open, giving him easy access to me in a view that made his cock hard. Placing me in a position that’s a combination of arousing for him and submissive for me. I am open and ready for that. Ready for him to bind me, to stare at me, to fuck me. I am ready to be controlled. I'm ready to be helpless.

Eric takes the bar from my hands and firmly pushes me face down onto a padded bench at the foot of the bed. He steps over me and spreads my legs wide with his knees before locking one of my tiny ankles into each stock. One by one, he guides each of my wrists downward, placing my arms at my sides, until they too find themselves locked in securely next to each ankle.

Every muscle in my legs and back strain, my face is buried in the bench and my ass is high in the air. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no matter how tired my muscles may become. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still – hold me stable – while he fucks me. There’s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me.

I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and knowing that the only reason I’m upright still is that he’s got a fistful of my hair. Eric walks to the other end of the bench. He pulls my head up and inserts the full, satisfying length of his cock into my throat, right down to the base so I choke. He holds me there for just as long as I can take with my wrists and ankles still restrained so I can’t move away. He holds me on him until my eyes water and he allows me to pull my head back – spluttering, drooling and covering the bench with wet saliva. His fist full of hair is all that keeps me from falling over off the side of the bench.

He enjoys me more slowly now. Holding me in just the right position, so I can wet just the tip of his cock. Licking around the head, my bunched hair clenched in his hand and the backs of my knees starting to sweat. He pushes me back down and continues throat fucking me with care and precision. The back of my throat contracts around his shaft as he calls me his good girl.

Eric pulls out of me and returns to the other end of the bench where he intends to fuck me. The trembling sets in again. I want to grasp my ankles, or lift my hands to hold onto something: the bed, the wall – anything. His cock slides into my sopping wet little box and each stroke makes me tremble even harder, feeling like I’m teetering on the brink of collapse. My muscles tense, my cunt tightens, my knees ache.

He likes my weakness, I think. He can feel my delicate muscles struggle as he grips me, and he can feel me pushing back to take him further inside me – partly for satisfaction and partly for safety. The harder I push back the easier it is to stay stable. I think he likes the clinking sound of the metal-onmetal too, it means my hands are still cuffed to the spreader bar. The rapid tinkling as my ankles wobble and my legs start to really shake means I’m close enough to cumming that he can speed up to bring himself there too.

Fuck me harder and faster with swift angry strokes I think to myself. I want to cum now because I know you're about to. The twitching climax as I cum on his cock makes him harder yet. Just as I feel him draw close to ejaculating, I feel his wet cock slip from inside me, followed by the sensation of my ass cheeks being parted with his palms. He guides the engorged head of his beautiful cock to my clenched little rosebud and presses it firmly inside, giving me just a tiny taste of what is still to come. I rattle in my restraints helplessly. I meekly tell him no, but he knows that I don't mean it.

Eric grips my hips to keep me upright and empties himself inside me. Now lubricated with his semen, my ass willingly receives the full length of his manhood as he slowly slides deeper and penetrates me to maximum depth. Fuck this is good.

The spreader bar rattles on as I take him. I love it this way. It's not my fault. I can't help that he has locked me up with ill intent. I would resist him taking me this way if I could, but I can't move. I know this excites him. He keeps his hands on me, maintaining my balance. With his need to release himself now satisfied, Eric is able to really get down to punishing me.

He's fucked me right on through his orgasm and has stayed rock hard. Now his hard, long strokes pound me. My head is racing. Is this what you want baby? Does it excite you to take my petite little body like this? You know I would do anything for you. You go ahead and take what you want. You want to hurt my little ass? You want to lock me up like this so I can't say no? You go ahead, it's yours.

I wish I could touch myself and rub my stone hard little clit. I look back at him beneath myself and see his tight balls slapping against me. I can't see his cock. It is higher, out of view. I feel my orgasm coming. I hope he doesn't slow down. I know how to keep him going. I plead with him. Please baby, your cock is too big. I can't take all of you. He ignores me just like I want. He tells me that I'll shut up and take it. Perfect. I can feel him get harder at the thought of controlling me. He knows I'm lying. He knows I want it.

Ariel Anderssen "Bound to be Fucked"

LATE NIGHT ANAL PLAY by Eva

It was 3:00 am. After sleeping for maybe two hours at the most, Lanie was awake again and struggling to get back to sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried a special muscle relaxation technique Blake swore by, she had tried shutting off her brain. She had even tried reading on her eReader but it was all to no avail; she was wide awake and frustrated. As far as she was concerned there was only one thing left to try. Masturbation. Logan had a big week at work so waking him up for a little sexual relief wasn’t an option. She would just have to get the dirty thoughts flowing and use her fingers to send her to sleep. Dirty thoughts or perhaps some on-mute porn on her cellphone.

Yes, that seemed easier. Picking her phone up from beside the bed she turned it to silent and flicked to the bookmarks screen, tapping the icon for her go-to porn website. But what was she in the mood for? Lesbian? Threesomes? Gang bangs? Oral? Spanking? Who the hell was she kidding in pretending to consider other categories of porn? As usual she went straight to the Anal category and began scrolling through for a thumbnail that appealed. She found one and was about to tap play when she realised she would need a particularly intense orgasm to send her to the land of nod. Taking this into consideration, Lanie reached over and took her bullet vibrator from the nightstand. Logan didn’t stir as she did this.

When she placed it against her clit, rolled onto her tummy and turned it on he remained completely oblivious. She was glad he was such a sound sleeper. Her clit was already beginning to tingle and when she finally started the video. The tingle soon turned into a dull throb. She skipped through the boring stuff and resumed the video when the two characters were naked. Lanie began to circle her hips in loose movements, the friction provided by the mattress beneath her adding to the thrumming vibrations of the bullet against her clitoris. On screen the man was now pressing the tip of his cock against the woman’s asshole and Lanie instinctively began pressing her hips more firmly against the mattress, in need of the added stimulation.

Lanie groaned internally as the man pushed inside the woman’s ass. Lanie could feel her pussy getting wetter as she move her hips in tighter circles and opened her legs slightly. Just enough to stretch her hole but not so much the bullet slipped out from between her labia. That was the last thing she needed! On screen the couple were picking up the pace. Lanie’s pussy was starting to feel hot and swollen while her clitoris was pulsating and sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Lanie’s toes began to curl as she felt her arousal moving on to a new phase – the pre-orgasm stage – when the pleasure became close to overwhelming. She gripped the top of the mattress with her spare hand and tired to control her breathing knowing that if she could manage to stay silent the orgasm would be even more intense.

Her abdomen, hips and thighs were all rigid, providing more resistance against the mattress and therefore increasing the friction on her clit. How she wished she could scream! Lanie almost screamed with shock when Logan suddenly moved on top of her. She had been so caught up in the video and the pleasure coursing through her she hadn’t been aware of Logan waking up. Lanie moved to turn the video off but before she could Logan stopped her. “Keep watching it,” he whispered into her ear. Lanie whimpered an uh hu’ in response and did as she was told. Logan got onto his knees and when she heard a lid being popped open she almost came from the anticipation alone. He was lubing up, which only meant one thing.

A finger ran down between her ass cheeks and when she felt that finger gently massaging her tight hole she groaned loudly, tilting her hips backward so he could use more pressure. The tip of his lubed finger slowly pressed inside her hole, the tight muscles stretching to accommodate the finger and making her want more. Seven inches more. Her breaths were coming in pants and when she finally felt the rounded tip of his cock against her asshole she gripped onto the bottom sheet and cried out loudly. Logan’s thick length felt divine as it slowly worked its way deeper into her and she had to resist the urge to get on all fours, knowing she would be rewarded with a killer orgasm if she kept as much friction on her clit as possible, She couldn’t really focus on the porn video, her eyesight was going blurry and her eyes kept rolling back in her head.

Every stroke of Logan’s cock was bringing her closer to the edge and as he started to move harder she dropped her phone and pressed her hands against the headboard. The resistance allowed Logan to hit deeper and harder but it also allowed her to grind her hips more effectively against the mattress. Every muscle in her body began to tighten as her orgasm started to build. Any intention of a silent orgasm flew out the window and as she began crying out louder and louder, she had to brace her self for what was fast approaching. Her pussy was sopping, her clit was aching, the feeling of fullness in her ass was only increasing with each stroke. She felt the very first orgasmic spasm in her clit and then screamed and writhed around beneath Logan as the full brunt of her orgasm struck.

She could feel it in her cunt and in her ass, she could feel it everywhere as it came wave after relentless wave until finally her body went still. The tension of orgasm was replaced by a soft, floaty feeling, a feeling of no longer being in her own body… just drifting. When Logan pulled out of her she realised he had also cum. She had been so caught up in her own orgasm she had completely missed the chance to experience the feeling of Logan releasing his load into her. She tried to form words, to tell him she loved him, that he had melted her brain, that she loved feeling him pressed against her like that, but all that came out was an incoherent mumble as sleep finally consumed her.

THE END!

Eva "Late Night Anal Play"

An Interesting Encounter:Pt2

You will find him very skilful. There will be no need for him to wear a condom.  He has had a clean bill of health from my doctor.”

I looked at Marc but his face had no expression.  He was very good-looking and his dick looked as if it would fill my cunt quite nicely. “If I agree to do what you ask would you promise that we would not be filmed.” “Of course.” “And how many times would we have to fuck?”  “As many times as you would like.” “Marc? How do you feel about this?” The Countess’ voice was harsh. “I have told you - Marc will do anything I want. Take off your dress and the thong. Now!” I obeyed her. Now sit down and open your legs!” I sat down.  “Marc, go and pleasure Isobel with your mouth and tongue.”

Marc came and knelt in front of me.  He pulled me forward, opened my legs wide and pulled them up onto his shoulders on either side of his head.  My cunt was level with his mouth and I jumped when I felt the first thrust of his tongue.  I was aware that the Countess had moved behind my chair.  I felt her hands begin to play with my breasts and nipples as she watched Marc’s actions.  As my body reacted to the tongue action I moved my cunt closer to his mouth and gave myself up to the double pleasures I was being given. “Good girl,” said the Countess.  “Enjoy.”

Marc was very skilled and did not rush the tongue action but nevertheless I knew I was going to come more quickly than usual, particularly when he began to suck on my clit.  My body began to shake and he licked and sucked me even harder.  The Countess firmly held my shoulders or I think I would have fallen out of the chair when I climaxed long and hard.

Marc then stood up and looked at the Countess, waiting for her orders. “Come here, Marc, let me see what she tastes like.”  He went to her and kissed her.  “Hmm, she’s nicely sweet.”  He was totally erect and she slapped his dick.  “As you are ready for more action I want you to take her to the sofa, turn her over and fuck her – hard.”  I did not resist when Marc picked me up and carried me to the sofa.  I knew that I was so wet he would have no difficulty entering me and I thought that this was likely to be very pleasurable.  I lifted my head to see that the Countess had moved a chair to the side of the sofa so she could sit and watch the action.  He lifted my bum up from the bed and I felt the lovely weight of his dick move into me. Thereafter, the only noises were from our bodies moving together in sync.

The Countess urged Marc on. “Harder, harder!”  Marc’s action became faster and harder.  I think it was the best fuck I had ever experienced. The muscles of my cunt were responding and again I knew I was going to climax quite quickly, but I really did not want him to stop.    He pulled out and I felt his cum spill out onto my back.  He got up from the couch but I lay there for a little while, feeling excited but also puzzled at how obedient I had been – and how obedient Marc was to the Countess’ orders.

“Very nice,” said the Countess, “although a little quick.  Never mind, we can use the bedroom next time.”  So there was going to be a next time was there? My consent to this had simply been assumed. I got up from the couch and the Countess handed me my clothes. “Marc, show Isobel the bathroom please.”   Both naked, he and I walked down the corridor to a magnificent marble bathroom. Once inside, he took my clothes and handed me a towel. “Do you never speak?” I asked him.  “Not often, when I am with my mistress.” His voice was deep and pleasant. “So, you are her lover?”  “No. She is my mistress and I do whatever she tells me to do.”  I turned on the shower and as I washed myself I said: “So you don’t have to fuck her?”  “No.  But she has quite a lot of toys and she likes me to use them on her and make her come.”  “Does she beat you?” “Sometimes.” “Do you enjoy it?” “I like making my mistress happy.”  “Did you enjoy fucking me?” “Yes, I did.”  “Please don’t tell me you enjoyed it because she likes watching.”  “Not entirely.  You are very beautiful and a pleasure to fuck.  I hope you will come back again.”  So, I thought, I had been fucked by a robot, by a guy who liked being dominated.  Did I really want to repeat the experience, even for ten thousand dollars?

Marc went on: “If you do come back you need to know that it is possible that the Countess will invite a few of her friends to watch us fucking.”  “Tomas had warned me that her parties had a reputation, but no one knew precisely what happened.  I don’t think I would want a bigger audience.”  “But she is going to give you a lot of money.”  “Why doesn’t she get a whore to be your partner.”  “No, it has to be a woman like you.  Beautiful, perhaps famous. A whore would be too shopworn.”  “So there have been women before me?  How many of them have you fucked?” “Five, but I’ve only been with the Countess for a few months.” “She wore the other guys out, then?”  “I don’t know.” “How did she find you?”  “It’s not hard to find men like me if you know the right people. And there is always the internet.”

I saw that he was getting an erection and I decided I was not going to explore his psychological need to be bossed around, but to act on my own behalf.  I got out of the shower, grabbed his dick and pulled him in so that we were both being sprayed with water.  I stood against the wall and pulled him close to me.  “Pick me up,” I ordered.  He lifted me up so I could curl my legs around his body and voila! his dick was rammed inside me.  This time we kissed and I knew he wanted to fuck me without being ordered to do so.  Then I heard the Countess. “I thought you were taking rather a long time. I don’t blame you, Isobel, wanting to have Marc fuck you again. No, don’t stop, Marc – I can sit here and enjoy myself.”

So began the strangest few days of my life.  By the time I boarded the plane to go to New York I felt I had become somewhat shopworn myself – certainly my cunt had been well used.  While I found Marc very attractive and our fucking gave me a great deal of pleasure I could never have been able to spend much more time with a man who enjoyed being so subordinate to a woman like the Countess.  But, as they say, whatever floats your boat …. and if I visit Paris again, I might, I just might, get in touch with the Countess.

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