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I jerked so hard I don't know how he kept his fingers in me, but he did, squeezing his thumb and fingers together to drive me further into my euphoria. "Oh, you bastard! You wonderful bastard!" I was able to yell as he held me against the wall and my body shuddered and lurched involuntarily. Finally, he pulled his thumb and fingers out and stroked my cunt lips letting me down gently. "And that's just the beginning," he said. "Now get on with the story." "I can't talk," I gasped. "Wait until I catch my breath." "O.K." *****

Story 9: Sex With Mr Handsome Stranger 3 ~DELL~ I was very surprised to hear from him that he’s a virgin. When he talked about his break-up, I had thought he was talking about a male but it seems I'm wrong. But, this also pleased me knowing this is his first time and I’ll be the first man to have this innocent and cute young man. I licked my lips as I watched him wiggle under me while I played with his dick.

​He moved one hand up my body to cup my left boob, and the other hand was already playing with my pussy. ​My entire body is hot and aching for his dick. I could feel his erection on the side of my thigh. Then he reaches for my hand and places it directly on the hard bulge in his pants. In the same breath, he sticks two of his fingers inside my pussy, going in and out slowly at first, then faster, while I stroked his dick. I’ve never given hand jobs before, but because of Iris’s stories about her sexual encounters, I had somewhat of an experience. ​“Is this okay?” he asks as he strokes between my legs.

I held his cock and he held my hand guiding me to give him a handjob. His cock is hot and hard, as if it's going to burn the palm of my hand. It bounced in my hand. I hold it and slide it up and down. "Look at me." He moved my hand and placed his cock at my entrance. He lifted my legs to get better access which entered deeper. He gripped my waist tightly and fucked me hard. I loved this rough sex. I couldn't control my body - the pressure was building. He continued to eat me up. I began to pant violently. I knew I was going to climax soon.

I pull my fingers out to coat them in our mingled juices, chuckling when he whines. “Shh. I’ve got you.” I promise, slipping three fingers back inside. He stiffens at first but I kiss him until he begins to relax. I spread my fingers, stretching him wide to make sure he can take me but he doesn’t resist. I know we’re good when he starts to fuck himself on my hand. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” I order and wait for him to comply. “Good boy. Now stick that sweet ass out for me.”

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

He said desperately, and I burst out laughing while clutching my stomach. "All right, let me give you a hand job," I said, and he kissed me on the cheeks quickly. So I drew his short down and gripped his erect shaft with my strongest, well-lubricated hand. Slowly, I move my hand up and down the shaft in a fluid motion, never losing complete contact with it and closing my grip as my fingers top the head. At first, I worked slowly along the entire length. As he got closer to cum, he began moaning and digging my hair while exhaling. "Faster please!" he yelled.

I hold his cock tightly and starts stroking it with my hands. As I give him a handjob, I lick his expose chest. I also play with his nipple. It has become a norm for him that he is always the only one teasing me. I see how his expression changes. His hard expression was drowning in the lust and sensation I was doing to him. I even accelerates the movement of my hand and I was no longer aware that time was moving fast. His phone rings which we use to set at the time. At the same time as the sound was the ejaculation of his cum on the plate which he use earlier. It also spills on the table. *****

After he cleaned me, he pulled me up. I was like a withered vegetable drifted by him. He encircled his hands on my waist. My hand automatically clung to his waist and my head fell on his neck. He was panting too and felt so warm. He stroked my back and brushed my hair. Weakishly leaned on him. We stayed like that for a minute. I rose out off his embrace when I remembered something. "Fuck! We didn't used condom!" //////♡////// Thank you for reading/supporting my story! Lovelots♡ stay tuned! xoxo♡

His silence spurred her onward with the teasing little story and the nervy idea quickly coming together in her brain. "So like I said, I think this guy is quite the hottie, and he can't move his arms.....kind of like you right now." The finger twirling on his stomach resumed and her right hand returned to hold his rod steady, tightly squeezing and ever so slightly rotating it in her slippery fist. "But I was still fairly new at my job, and I wasn't about to behave unprofessionally with him. And then, he says something like, 'come on baby, me love you long time if I get a happy ending with this bath.'