Todos los capítulos de Dirty Desires: The Wildest Stories Ever Told: Capítulo 401 - Capítulo 410

Honestly, I'd lost track of time. I figured he would let me suck him to full hardness then fuck me. But whenever I give a blowjob, that is what I concentrate on to the exclusion of all else. He kind of surprised me when I felt his cock swell and then felt the first spurt of a very large load hit the back of my mouth. Don't get me wrong. I loved the taste of his cum. Well most guy's cum as a matter of fact. But that meant he wasn't going to fuck me. Still he could finger me to get me off, but when I got up on the seat I realized we were at the airport. That's just like a man, I thought, to leave me wet and horny. But no worries. I could get myself off on the way home. It wasn't like Tommy hadn't seen that before.Charles gave me a goodbye kiss, apparently not concerned that I had the remnants of his explosion in my mouth, and whispered that if I wanted to fuck Tommy, Shiela had told him that he was pretty good. I was stunned into silence and watched him exit the limo. Tommy was helping

"I usually last much longer," he continued. I took that as a compliment as well. Then he pulled off the blindfold and unhooked my wrists. Looking around I noticed we were parked in my driveway."I told you I knew a safe space for you," he said proudly. He started pulling up his pants, but I stopped him."Can I suck your cock?" I asked. I have yet to find a man that didn't accept that offer. I told him I wanted to taste the mixture of our cum, but honestly I was trying to keep him hard so he could fuck me again. Alas, while tasty, his recovery time wasn't as quick as I hoped and soon he dismissed me saying he had another client to pick up. Strangely I felt a pang of jealousy that he was leaving so quickly and wondered if his next client also pl

As I drove over to Brian's I felt like the world's biggest whore. Jimmy was right that when Brian fucked me, I got very little satisfaction. He didn't seem upset when I walked in reeking of sex or having my hair stuck together with cum. Apparently someone who is a friend with benefits doesn't worry that his side piece had already been used. Our encounter was disappointing compared to my last two. As I said already, Brian was fine as a lover. That's why I kept him around. But with my eyes opened to new possibilities, I could see he wasn't going to be enough to keep me satisfied. I managed a small orgasm while fingering myself while I blew him after he had fucked me for a while. I did enjoy him cumming in my mouth. I always did. But I was pretending it wa

I didn't sleep much that night for several reasons. Jimmy's requirement that I masturbate every two hours would have made getting any rest difficult enough, but knowing that Christine had busted me coming out of his room and thinking about what she would do with that information meant I couldn't really fall asleep between the two hour alarms. The best I could do is lay back with my eyes closed and try to control my breathing allowing me some rest.As I am sure you guessed, my masturbation sessions were brief. Jimmy's requirement that I stop as soon as I thought I would orgasm meant I could only touch myself for a couple of minutes. Then I would have to quit or risk failing his task. Then I would think about Christine. Christine had always been frie

As much as I hated to, I stopped and snuck into my bedroom. I shut the door, but I didn't lock it. Maybe Christine was as horny as me. I was jealous that she got to cum, but maybe she would come into my room and take me much like Jimmy had done yesterday in the foyer. I thought about the video she had been watching. "Fuck me, Mistress," repeated in my head. I lifted the back of my robe and bent over my dresser. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a wanton slut (duh) and the thought of being fucked from behind would have been too much to resist if I had allowed my fingers between my legs. Believe me, it was a struggle not to fuck myself to that wonderful vision of Jimmy taking me from behind. Then I had a vision of Christine being fucked by an anonymous Mistress. Maybe it was one of her professors. My fingers crept toward my pussy and I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I was in so much need of an orgasm, but I stopped before I touched myself. This day was going to b