He rested the smooth crown of his cock on my lower lip. The feel of him there, poised before my mouth, made my pussy clench. I wanted so badly to have him pound me—to hold my hair, tug it and screw me senseless.But I’d have to wait.Damien pushed his head past my lips, and I opened wider to take him. I hungrily lapped at the underside of his rod. He inhaled sharply, and judging by the look on his face, he was taken by surprise by the sensation. It was a small victory for me.Behind my back, my hands warred with one another, tangling and pulling against my bonds. I was helpless, restless and needy, wanting to touch, stroke and clutch my hunky captor.I groaned as Damien pushed his dick farther into my mouth. He slid so deep I nearly gagged. He cupped my jaw with one hand, as the fingers of the other tangled in my hair. The pressure of his hand on my head increased as his body lunged forward to fuck my face.Falling into an erotic trance, I inhaled deeply and rhythmically through my no
The basket of scarves is what started it all. Damien and I had gone to the harbor for dinner near the water. Afterward, we wandered the shops and ate ice cream, while the city lights glowed around us and a warm breeze drifted in from off the bay.We were about to head home when Damien spotted the small cart by the water’s edge. A saleswoman was offering a selection of vibrant scarves.“Those are pretty,” he said, making a beeline for them. He plunged his hand into the jumble of colored fabric and brought up two—orange and turquoise.“Batik?” I asked the woman.She gave me a shy nod and explained, “I make them at night after my day job and on the weekends.”“They’re beautiful,” I said, fingering the soft fabric.“We’ll take these,” Damien said, without even asking the price.After forking over a very reasonable 20 bucks, he draped them around my neck.“Why do I need scarves?”“They gave me an idea,” he said, giving me a salacious look that shot straight to my stomach like an electric s
“I want her wet for you!” Stacy hissed behind me. She was grinding her own pussy mound against the muscled swell of my ass cheek. Her skin felt hot against mine. She fingered Mira deeper. Mira groped frantically for my cock, rolling onto her back. I got up to mount her, but then I shot Stacy a look. I was about to fuck another woman in front of my new girlfriend. Would she have some last second change of heart? Would jealousy make an appearance?Nope. Stacy was on her knees, watching us with blazing eyes, and demanded, “Fuck her! If I had a cock I’d fuck her, too!”I climbed aboard Mira's supple body, my heart pounding with anticipation as I brought the swollen head of my cock to the slick, inviting entrance of her pussy. Slowly, I pushed forward, savoring every inch as her velvety walls stretched to accommodate my girth. A low groan rumbled in my chest as I sank into her welcoming heat, filling her completely.Mira's arms snaked around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair a
KINKS: MFM, threesome, sharingStacy and I were walking through the mall when she asked a question that nearly made me stumble: “Do you think she’s cute?” I was so taken aback I could only gesture vaguely in stupefied silence.She seemed to think my response meant I didn’t know who she was talking about, so she pointed.“That one,” she said. “See? Blonde. Sweet butt. Think she’s cute?” I did see who she meant. I had, in fact, already noticed her among the streams of weekend shoppers.The blonde in question was lithe and sensual-looking. I had secretly noted her, while trying to avoid clueing in my companion that I was ogling another woman. By that point, Stacy and I had only had our first date a week ago. She was fun, smart and easy to be around. But I feared her question about this random girl was some kind of trap.I shrugged elaborately and said in my most neutral tone, “I don’t really have an opinion.”Smirking, she said, “What? You don’t have a pulse? She’s hot. Hell, I’d do her.
But it wasn’t just couples. There were trios, fourways and writhing piles of naked humanity. I looked around for a place to leave my clothes. Jaeger was suddenly behind me, helping me out of my dress. I didn’t realize he was already nude until I felt his hard cock brush against my ass.I turned and took his rod in my hand.He leaned in, and we kissed with a runaway hunger. His strong hand closed over my breast, and I pumped his veiny shaft. I didn’t see Hannah anywhere, but I seriously doubted she would have bolted. I knew it would be her scene as much as it was mine. We were both still in full adventure mode.Jaeger led me to a broad plush couch. We lay down, our bodies pressed together. I explored his muscles. He groped my ass and tweaked my nipples, while I played with his balls.I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me. My pussy was ready, and Jaeger slotted his cock into me. He started stroking, and pleasure spread through me. All around us were the sounds of riotous fuc
She poured champagne for us and watched with the intensity of an erotic bird of prey as we drank. I marveled at the accommodations and noticed there was a massive bed in the room. I guessed that this elegant stranger owned the club.Hannah raised her eyebrows at me, as if silently asking what was going on. I shrugged because I didn’t know either. But the air seemed charged with eroticism as the woman radiated a cool, confident carnality.The sexual nature of her intention was confirmed when the woman climbed up onto the dais where the monster bed lay. She undressed nonchalantly, letting her expensive-looking clothes fall carelessly to the floor. Once she was naked, she put her hands on her hips and observed us again. She appeared to be waiting.I’d had a few playful lesbian episodes in my life already. Same as Hannah. We’d both enjoyed our experiences. But in that room, we were faced with something new.I’d seen Hannah nude plenty of times. I’d even been in the same room with her whil