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meal maker in hindi, I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said… “Wendy, I’ve told you before. You are NOT going out without a bra on, and that’s final,” said Wendy’s mother, Bea, as she caught her daughter sneaking out of the house for school. One glance at her daughter’s tight school blouse had confirmed that her fourteen-year-old daughter had not put one on, again.“Oh mom, c’mon, I’m late for school!” complained Wendy, looking down at her own chest – was it that obvious?“Not my problem. I told you before that you’re not to go to school without one.”“Aw, mom, no-one will know!”“Wendy,” sighed Bea, she’d been through this argument many times, “I told you before – you’re a big girl now. You can’t go out like that, it really does show.”“I’ll put one on tomorrow, promise. It’s just that I’m late now,” said Wendy trying to get away.“No!” yelled her exasperated mother and grabbed Wendy’s arm. Pulling her back into the hall she closed the front door firmly.“Look!” she said, pushing Wendy in front of the hall mirror. “Can’t you see?”“See what?” said Wendy in an annoyed, bored tone.At that moment, Mark, Wendy’s younger brother came through the hall on his way to school.“Nice tits!” he said, cheekily.“That’s enough of that!” called Bea at his retreating back. Mark slammed the door noisily.Wendy sulked in front of the mirror. Bea tried a conciliatory tone. “Look Wendy, it really does show.”She pulled Wendy’s tight-fitting school blouse in slightly at the waist making her breasts stand out even more. The nipples poked the material into small peaks. Wendy was large breasted, like her mother, and her breasts, that months ago had seemed like puppy fat were now becoming all too apparent as she slimmed down.“It’s my body – I don’t have to do what you say!” spat back Wendy.This made Bea angry – she had tried being nice with no result.“Wendy! You are NOT going out without a bra and that’s my final word!” she yelled.“Screw you!” hurled back Wendy.Bea looked at her daughter, shocked. Her daughter stood before her, chest thrust out defiantly. She had never heard her daughter use such language or that tone on her before. Enraged, she lashed out and slapped Wendy firmly across her breasts with her open hand. Wendy screamed in surprise and the stinging pain but was so angry with her mother that she slapped her mother back. Bea had not yet dressed and Wendy’s hand slapped her straight across her large breasts that were covered by nothing except the flimsy material of her night dress. The slap caused tears of pain to run down her cheeks. Bea was livid.“How dare you slap me young lady!” she roared and made a well-aimed slap connect with Wendy’s breasts again.Wendy clutched her chest in agony before launching herself at her mother with fury. Grabbing handfuls of her mother’s ample breasts she squeezed the flesh hard, making her mother gasp with pain as she pushed her back against the wall. In retaliation, Bea reached out and grabbed her daughter’s breasts, tearing open the buttons of her school blouse in the process and exposing the smaller, but well-formed breasts of her daughter.Now mother and daughter engaged in a battle of will versus pain. Staring defiantly into each other’s eyes they kneaded, twisted and pulled at each other’s breasts as pain seared through their bodies.Eventually, due to her superior strength, Bea began to get the upper hand. Sensing near victory she pushed her daughter to her knees by her breasts and leant over her, victorious. Wendy, sensing that she was about to lose her grip on her mother’s jugs, leant forward and bit into the flesh dangling before her. He mother screamed in pain.“You vicious little bitch!” she screamed and released her grip on Wendy’s young breasts immediately.Wendy savoured her moment of victory over her mother and bit harder into the tender breast whilst simultaneously reaching up and tugging viciously on the exposed nipple of the other. Her mother now sobbed in agony, begging her daughter to release her tender breasts from her clasp. Wendy was unsure whether to trust her mother yet and held on a little longer but once she was certain that her mother had given up the fight she let go and stood defiantly in front of her, her own sore breasts pointed naked and proud in front of her.Bea clutched at her reddening sore breasts, scooping one up to examine the damage left by Wendy’s vicious mouth. She felt a little faint as the waves of pain receded. Wiping away a tear she said, “You were always biting me when you fed from these too.”Wendy suddenly felt very guilty at what she had done to her mother. The woman who had given birth to her and had fed her at her own breast.“Oh mom, I’m so sorry….” she started, looking down at her mother’s exposed breasts that were reddening from the pummelling they had received at her hands. Instinctively she reached out to touch one, to make it feel better, but her mother flinched away as she reached out.“Oh mom, I’m not going to hurt you any more. I just wanted to make you feel better!”Slowly, cautiously, Bea dropped her hands from her sore and aching breasts as Wendy reached up to gently hold them. She gently stroked the area that she had bitten, her face wincing with imagined pain at the hurt she had just caused. Bea smiled and reached up her own hands to cup her daughter’s tender breasts and gently stroked the red streaked flesh better.Bea grinned broadly. “Look at us,” she said and Wendy had to laugh at the ridiculous sight they made in the mirror – mother and daughter, stroking each other’s bruised and battered breasts.“Come on,” she said, “Go and sit down and I’ll get some ice – you can’t go to school like that!”While Wendy went and flopped on the sofa, Bea went to the kitchen and fetched some ice that she rolled up inside a cloth. All the time she felt a strong throbbing ache from her own breasts.Kneeling beside Wendy she first told her to remove the ripped school blouse she was wearing. Wendy winced as she tried to undo the remaining buttons so Bea helped her daughter with it, undoing the buttons down to her waist then finally pulling it off her arms, leaving her daughter’s chest fully exposed. Gently she put the ice-pack to her daughter’s sore breasts and dabbed at the tender teats very carefully.“Ooh!” shivered Wendy. “Thanks mom. That feels really great – why don’t you try it?”She took the cloth from her mother’s hands and, slipping the ripped night dress from her mother’s shoulders, tended to her breasts with the ice-pack. Bea hung her head back, letting her long hair slide down her back and enjoyed the sensations of the ice-pack being gently moved over her full breasts. She could not prevent her nipples from becoming taught under the sensations, causing a frisson of pleasure and pain. Bea had thick, long nipples and in hardening they tugged at her breasts. Wendy giggled at the sight of them erecting under her ministrations; they were like two independent creatures. Playfully she brushed the back of her hand over one nipple, enjoying the rubbery feeling and the way it bounced back into position. Her mother winced at the sensation.“Ouch! That’s really tender right now!” she complained.“Sorry mom,” said Wendy. She looked down at her own nipples which had also hardened into two tight little nubs, but they were nowhere near the size of her mother’ immense teats. Wendy felt slightly envious and wondered if her own breasts would ever be as large as her mother’s. She suddenly had an insane desire to suckle at one of the rubbery teats and wondered if it was a hangover from when she was a baby. Did all children have a secret longing to suckle at their mother’s breasts again? She dismissed the idea from her mind and went back to dabbing the ice-pack on her mother’s breasts.“Mom….” began Wendy, coyly.“Yes dear? What is it?” answered her mother vaguely, eyes still shut.“Ummm, can I ask you something…?”“Anything….” breathed Bea.“Uhmmm…. Do I have to go to school today?”Bea opened her eyes and looked at her daughter sharply. Glancing at her daughter’s exposed breasts she saw that they still looked red and sore from her punishment of them. She felt a pang of guilt.“Well, no, my dear. But just for today until those get better.”Bea closed her eyes and hung back her head again. Wendy grinned happily and continued ministering to her mother’s throbbing breasts.Later that day the doorbell rang. Bea opened the door and recognised the woman immediately, it was Wendy’s teacher, Ms. Brahms. She was not smiling.“Hello Ms. Brahms, what can I do for you?”“Do you mind if I come in?”“Certainly not, come in and have a seat. Coffee?”“No. Thank you,” said Rachel Brahms coldly as she stepped past Bea and entered the living room.When they were both sitting Rachel came straight to the point, “Mrs. Lee, where is Wendy?”“Oh, in bed – she’s not feeling well today.”“Are you sure she’s really ill?”“Oh certainly, I… I examined her myself. Why do you ask?” said Bea, leaning forward.Rachel Brahms glanced down at Bea’s full breasts that surged into a cleavage in her low cut top. She couldn’t help noticing the red marks and this distraction flustered her slightly.“I… I wanted to check with you as Wendy’s taken a lot of time of school this year and I’m worried about her performance. Also, there was a more, uhm, personal matter.”Looking at Rachel, Bea could see she was somewhat uncomfortable. “Oh? And what would that be?”“Well, it’s a bit delicate, but could you ask Wendy to wear a bra to school in future?”Bea flushed. It was one thing for her to tell her own daughter to wear a bra but she resented this young teacher coming to her house and telling her what her daughter should or shouldn’t wear. She snapped.“What’s the matter? Can’t keep your eyes off them then?”Rachel’s eyes, which had once again slipped down to examining Bea’s enticing cleavage, flicked back to Bea’s face and for a face-reddening moment Rachel thought she had been talking about her looking at Bea’s own ample breasts. When she twigged she was horrified and stammered out an explanation.“Oh… oh no, I… I didn’t mean that at all! I simply meant that your daughter’s, uhm, well, breasts were a distraction to some of her classmates.” Oh dear, thought Rachel, this isn’t going at all how I imagined it.Bea sat up straight. She had noticed with contempt that Rachel had been ogling her own breasts.“I’m not so sure – you’re not exactly well stacked are you?” she said, cruelly referring to the small bumps in Rachel’s top. “Maybe you’re jealous. You certainly can’t seem to take your eyes of these,” she added, thrusting out her own full bosom.“I… I wasn’t!” stammered Rachel, blushing crimson.“Really?” said Bea and in one swift movement she had unfastened her top and her unfettered breasts sprang free.Rachel could not help but gawp at the magnificent sight of them. For the second time that day Bea felt inordinately proud of her breasts.“I… I have to go,” muttered Rachel, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Bea’s chest and standing.“Fine with me,” said Bea.Rachel rushed from the room and let herself out.As the door slammed Bea burst out laughing and Wendy joined her from the other side of the door where she’d been listening to the whole thing. Wendy too was topless; her breasts still felt too sore to be covered.“Oh mom, you were simply BRILLIANT!” she squealed and hugged her mother tightly.Naked breast to naked breast the two women embraced happily.

My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people may wonder? Well, it all started last year when my father and I went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room because we didn’t have enough money for separate quarters. My being a well-developed 18 year-old blonde shouldn’t have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room. We checked in and found to our surprise that the suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right in the middle of the living room. I’d heard about these things from friends who went to the Poconos, but I’d never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I would get into while luxuriating in it. The day after we arrived my father went for a walk down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar he’d heard about from a friend. I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made me pussy juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girlfriend. Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over the dresser I could see my foxy little body. My tits are real bouncy and many a man has drooled his saliva over my pencil-eraser nipples. So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big cum. That lifeguard’s little bathing suit had burned itself in my brain and I kept thinking about taking it off without using my hands. I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my father walks out of the bedroom. He’d been there the whole time! There I am with my tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on the spot. “Sally!,” he shouted, “what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?” He sounded furious, which, considering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a reaction. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” How could I explain this? “It’s just that you’re a little slut,” he answered for me. “A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your mother.” He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother, a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few. He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could they hear us in the next room? This was so embarrassing! “I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like that right in our room.” He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he’d get even madder.sex picturesWhen he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. He opened his fly and whipped out his cock and started peeing on me. “Stop, stop,” I screamed. “What are you doing?” His stream was going all over my face and hair, dripping down into the bath water. “A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed on. Take this and like it.” He grabbed my head and pissed right onto my closed mouth. I couldn’t breath, so I had to open my lips for some air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I had to swallow it. To my amazement it was delicious, a saltytreat for my palate. I was instantly hooked. “More, more, piss on me some more,” I begged. He ran his endless stream over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all he yelled was encouragement. “Frig that clit. Com’n you little piss whore. Let me see you come. You wanna come, don’t you?” “Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come.” I stood up in the tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting me off almost instantly. My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down. All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed to cap this off. “Come here,” I ordered. He looked horrified at what he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close anyway. I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost instantly. I pulled him close and began tounging his pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine. Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat, I made him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach where it mixed with his tangy piss. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging me. I told him not to worry about it, that this was just the beginning of our piss life together. And it was. Brian was 18. He was a complete loser at school and he was fairly overweight. He was a pretty disgusting…

My wife was out of town for the week, which left me without much to do besides watching TV or… भारतीय फिल्म रेड अलर्ट आंतरिक युद्ध During Christmas break 2019 my sister came down with her best friend Kelly. They were staying for a few days and she wanted to show Kelly the city, and the good food. Maybe a club or two. I don’t understand it but whatever, I am too much of an introvert for those places. The people there annoy me.We had a really good time going out, and I am sure Kelly was just as excited to be away from the -30 degree weather and the 4 feet of snow back home. We had invited Eric and Rob over on Christmas Eve for some lechon and drinks. It is a thing my husband does every year.Rob showed but Eric couldn’t make it. All of us hung out and had some wine outside. It is one of the nice things about this city. Most of the areas have no bugs at night. When the food was ready we feasted. All of us stuffed ourselves and the wine flowed to match.Eventually we started to play a few tabletop games on a round table that we have. Rob was to my right then Kelly, Sarah, and my husband. Sarah was the drunkest of all of us at the moment. Which is no surprise because she is so small. My husband gets up to go to the bathroom.“You mind if I have some of him tonight?” Sarah asked me.Kelly’s eyes damn near popped out her head and she turned to Sarah so fast.“Sarah you had way too much, he is married to your sister. That is so wrong.”Kelly’s eyes move off Sarah and on to me, I smile a little because I realized she didn’t know and this conversation between the two of them is going to be hilarious.Sarah turns to Kelly “You know that guy I have been telling you about for the past year, that’s him.”“What!?! That is crazy! But your sister.”Sarah cuts off Kelly “We both fuck him, it’s the best.”Kelly looks at me, all I can do Is awkwardly smile.“You know what, why don’t you enjoy him with me.” Sarah tells her“I have a fiancé Sarah! I am not a cheater.”Sarah stands up. “Kelly you have been with this one guy for years now, he is the only person you have been with. Don’t you ever think about what is out there? You don’t know how good sex can be just by fucking one guy, forever. You need to see what is out there first, have some fun. Live a little.”“I can’t, it is an awful thing for me to do Sarah.”“Don’t you watch porn? How is masturbating to porn any different? You are fucking yourself desiring the dick that is on the screen. I bet you if you see one like that in person, you will change your mind.”My husband comes back walks right past Kelly to get to his char when Sarah meets him while he is next to Sarah and starts kissing him. She starts rubbing his crotch and Kelly looks so out of place. Completely frozen. Sarah undoes his fly and reaches in and pulls out his cock. It isn’t fully erect but Kelly’s eyes light up. “Oh my god.”“Well? Aren’t you going to grab it? You know you want to.” Sarah tells Kelly.taboo family fun sex storiesKelly sits there staring at the cock in front of her. She slowly reaches up and starts stroking him. She has no idea what to do, and you can tell she is having a huge moral conflict going on in her head. Realizing some fucking is about to go down I reach over to Rob and pull his dick out and start stroking it. His body instantly goes limp and sits there enjoying my touch. He is putty in my hands. I look back and my husband is almost fully erect and Kelly is way more into it. Sarah unbuttons his pants and drops them and everything is right there in front of Kelly at eye height. She pauses for a moment just staring.Sarah looks down at Kelly “You might as well have it, you are already jerking another guy off.”Kelly starts to suck him off, Sarah reaches down and rubs his balls. He starts to visibly twitch in Kelly’s mouth and he stops them, grabs Kelly by the hand and stands her up. He starts making out with Kelly, grabs her ass. She makes a sound, she likes it. Sarah starts to get undressed and I start to get Rob’s pants off and he starts to undo my bra and takes off my shirt.I look back and Kelly is in her bra and panties. She is a little taller than Sarah, has more weight on her but still has a flat tummy. Her breasts are now free and they are as large as mine, patsy white with small pink nipples. Her panties slide off showing her shaved pussy.Rob gets me totally naked and lays me on the table, I open my legs and he enters me. He starts fucking me deep and slow. I guess he learned from his first experience. Kelly is also laid onto the table and my husband opens her legs and starts to slide into her. She starts moaning loudly. Sarah walks up to Rob.“Save your cum for me, I haven’t had you yet.” They start to kiss.Rob, is hanging in there as well as someone as young as him can. All of this sex around me is pushing me closer to the edge. Kelly is getting louder and louder. Shouting various phrases showing her approval on how good he feels inside her. I wrap my legs around Rob to pull him into me deep and I let out a loud moan as I start to cum. I cum so hard I push Rob’s cock out and I squirt everywhere.Kelly is shouting “Oh fuck” over and over. My husband shouts “Kelly I am getting close!” Kelly tells him “Don’t stop!” She suddenly grabs Rob’s cock, shoves it into her mouth and starts screaming while sucking him off. I look at my husband and he is buried deep in her, filling her with cum.Kelly comes down and lets go of Rob. “That was intense, I have never felt anything like that in my life.” Sarah bends over the table with her pussy right at Rob, inviting him in. He does not hesitate and he starts slamming her pussy hard. She tilts her hips up and he has no chance. Rob buries himself into her and he cums in her so hard. Sarah has the biggest smile.sex story tabooKelly looks at me. “This is everyday for you?” I nod my head “I have never had a man fuck me without a condom and cum inside me, it feels so different.” Her face flushed she suddenly realized something “I’m not on the pill!”“Well it’s too late now” My husband said “Might as well enjoy the night.” My husband walks over and Kelly starts cleaning his cock with her mouth, Sarah is doing the same with Rob. We all relax for a bit. Rob, who is still rock hard starts to fuck Kelly catching her by surprise. Her eyes roll back, my husband still in her mouth. She lets go and focuses on Rob. My husband looks at me “You need some inside you too?” I nod and he slides into me. He fucks me like he always has, like how nobody else can. It feels so good and I bring him close to me.Rob looks at Kelly “Want me to cum inside you?” Kelly responds “Yes!”. Rob buries himself deep and starts to release his second load into Kelly and she is loving it. Not to long after my husband pumps his second load into me. Strong, heavy shots like always and the feeling makes me hold him tighter.We eventually moved into the bedroom. All of us girls at some point were all over each other while the boys were trying their best to keep cum inside us. A few weeks later Kelly and her fiancé broke up. She did not get pregnant which was good. But I told Sarah no more girls that can get knocked up.

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  3. My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people may wonder? Well, it all started last year when my father and I went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room because we didn’t have enough money for separate quarters. My being a well-developed 18 year-old blonde shouldn’t have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room. We checked in and found to our surprise that the suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right in the middle of the living room. I’d heard about these things from friends who went to the Poconos, but I’d never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I would get into while luxuriating in it. The day after we arrived my father went for a walk down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar he’d heard about from a friend. I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made me pussy juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girlfriend. Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over the dresser I could see my foxy little body. My tits are real bouncy and many a man has drooled his saliva over my pencil-eraser nipples. So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big cum. That lifeguard’s little bathing suit had burned itself in my brain and I kept thinking about taking it off without using my hands. I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my father walks out of the bedroom. He’d been there the whole time! There I am with my tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on the spot. “Sally!,” he shouted, “what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?” He sounded furious, which, considering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a reaction. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” How could I explain this? “It’s just that you’re a little slut,” he answered for me. “A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your mother.” He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother, a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few. He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could they hear us in the next room? This was so embarrassing! “I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like that right in our room.” He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he’d get even madder.sex picturesWhen he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. He opened his fly and whipped out his cock and started peeing on me. “Stop, stop,” I screamed. “What are you doing?” His stream was going all over my face and hair, dripping down into the bath water. “A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed on. Take this and like it.” He grabbed my head and pissed right onto my closed mouth. I couldn’t breath, so I had to open my lips for some air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I had to swallow it. To my amazement it was delicious, a saltytreat for my palate. I was instantly hooked. “More, more, piss on me some more,” I begged. He ran his endless stream over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all he yelled was encouragement. “Frig that clit. Com’n you little piss whore. Let me see you come. You wanna come, don’t you?” “Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come.” I stood up in the tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting me off almost instantly. My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down. All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed to cap this off. “Come here,” I ordered. He looked horrified at what he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close anyway. I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost instantly. I pulled him close and began tounging his pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine. Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat, I made him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach where it mixed with his tangy piss. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging me. I told him not to worry about it, that this was just the beginning of our piss life together. And it was. (What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that…
  4. meal maker in hindi...My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?” Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END
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She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. 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We had been lovers only a week when she revealed her true intent. “I want you to belong to me, as my submissive.” I looked at her sadly and shook my head. “You know I can’t. I’m not submissive.” Her green eyes peered intently into mine. “I can teach you. I care about you Cat, and I think you need this.” I looked away nervously. “I’ve seen your other submissives,” I said. “‘Yes Mistress, whatever you say Mistress.’ I’m not like that, nor do I want to be. I don’t want to play silly games.” “That’s your inexperience speaking,” she said softly. “It takes a lot of strength to be a submissive — to adopt someone else’s will as your own, and it’s only a game if you make it one.” In some ways, what she offered was so appealing. From the moment I saw her and perceived her sadistic tendencies, I wanted her to use me. I wanted her to pinch me, slap me, bite me…to whip me until I broke; something about her made me think she could. I ached to feel the ecstasy of pain, of feeling alive. Her pleasure in it would only arouse me more. But I did not feel capable of being a submissive, subverting my own desires for hers. In the silence, I watched her. She was always in control, and the only time I saw her lose it was when she came, her head thrown back and her body arched against my tongue, low moans escaping from between her clenched teeth. The memory of those moments made me blush, and I looked away. But always perceptive, she knew what I was thinking. She leaned forward, and I glimpsed the firm round breasts beneath her sweater, their pink nipples firm and pointy; my pulse quickened. “Give it a week. If you don’t like it, we can stop.” I knew that she needed this, to dominate, and that if I did not agree, she would have to find someone else. “I’ll try,” I said. “But only if you belong to me as much as I belong to you.” She laughed. “I see I have a lot of work ahead of me. I can’t belong to you, but I won’t see anyone else while you are being trained.” It was not exactly what I wanted, but I suppose that was the first step in becoming a submissive – learning to accept what I was given. Danika — I mean Mistress Danika — told me to arrive at her place promptly at 10 a.m. I drove as fast as possible through the traffic but did not arrive until 10:08. I knocked on the door apprehensively. She opened the door. “You’re late.” she said coolly. I started to apologize as she pulled me inside. “Turn around,” she ordered. And pushed me against the door. “Are you dressed as I instructed?” I nodded. “Spread your legs.” I spread them apart as she checked to make sure I was not wearing panties and that I had on stockings and garters rather than the nylons which she abhorred. The air felt cool on my skin as she lifted my skirt. The coolness was followed by the hot sting of her riding crop slapping against my exposed cheeks. “One for each minute you made me wait. Count them.” I counted each one as it landed on my bare ass. The feeling was painful but so enlivening. My pinkened skin tingled, and I moaned. “You’re such a slutty Cat,” she muttered in my ear. “Face me.” I turned around and gasped. She was dressed head to toe in shiny leather. Her breasts spilled over a black bustier, and I longed to lick them as I had in the past. Her legs were encased in long leather boots with spiked heels, and I could see her thighs just peeking out at the top, beneath the hem of her tight skirt. I imagined those legs wrapped around my waist as I ground my clit against hers; another command brought me out of my fantasy. “Kneel down and lick my boots.” The thought of licking anyone’s shoes was repugnant to me, but remembering our agreement, I obeyed. I licked until I was sure I had coated the entire boot before she allowed me to stop. “Now lick my pussy with that sweet tongue.” She grasped my head and pushed it between her legs. I began to devour her eagerly, my tongue thrusting inside to lap at her cream. She grasped my hair and pulled my head back, gazing into my eyes. “Who do you belong to?” she asked. “I belong to you,” I whispered. Her grip on my brown tresses tightened; “Always refer to me as Mistress Danika. Let’s try again. Who do you belong to?” “I belong to Mistress Danika.” She smiled for the first time since I arrived, and I wanted to feel those soft lips pressing against mine. As if reading my mind, she leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips parted mine, and her tongue caressed them, sliding into my mouth where it slid against my tongue. I sucked her tongue gently, like a small cock, and she began thrusting it in and out. “You’re such a good Cat,” she murmured. She slipped a cold chain collar about my neck and fastened it with a small key, which she set on the table.cum inside sex story “Take off your clothes.” Although we had been lovers, I felt awkward undressing as she watched me, her eyes following every movement but revealing nothing. “Come and kneel on the bed.” I perched on all fours in the middle of the bed, and heard her take opening a drawer. “I love to spank slutty girls,” she said. I felt the whack of a wooden hairbrush against my ass and gasped. This was followed by several more until I felt tender and bruised. Still I had not cried out. “Your ass is so nice and pink now… and this will be so pretty buried inside.” She held up a thick black dildo for me to inspect. “Suck this good, because you’re the one who’s going to feel it if you don’t.” “Yes Mistress Danika.” I opened my mouth, and she watched as I gave the plastic cock a blow job; she pushed it deep into my throat until I gagged. “Just like a real man,” she chuckled. When she felt I had lubricated it sufficiently, she stood behind me. I winced as she pushed it into my tight hole; it slid in stiffly, and I could feel my skin stretching as she shoved it deeper. I started to move away, but her fingernails dug into the bruised flesh of my ass, and I stopped. “Fuck it.” she said. I started to rock back and forth, thrusting against the shaft as she held it. The pain dissipated and I cried out in intense pleasure as it rubbed against my anus. “Don’t come,” Mistress Danika warned. As I rocked, my nipples stroked against the sheets; my thighs were sticky from the juice dripping from my pussy. “You like this don’t you Cat?” “Mmm, yes.” I smiled. Suddenly she stopped, but did not remove the dildo. “Stand up.” I stood up stiffly, each movement reminding me of the plastic cock filling my ass. She pulled one hand above my head and fastened it to a chain suspended from a ring in the ceiling. She did the same with the other, and I was forced to stand on tiptoe or suffer the discomfort of having my arms stretched beyond their usual limit. In front of me now, she put silver clamps on each of my long, hard nipples, fastening them tightly. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes, but I blinked them away. There was a cock ring suspended from a chain dangling between the two nipple clamps. She looped this over a second dildo and slid it into my very wet, shaved cunt. “Don’t drop this, and I’ll make you crawl around the room with it in your teeth, like a bad puppy.” My nipples were slightly swollen and engorged both from my own arousal and the tightness of the clamps. The pain was bittersweet; when Mistress Danika bowed her head and bit one of my ruby-colored tips, I nearly screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes looked cruel but sexy, and I could tell my torment was inflaming her. “I can’t decide whether to gag you or listen to you scream.” she mused. “I will not scream,” I asserted. “Oh but you will,” she replied and raised her arm for the first lash. It landed across my back; the leather felt like a million tiny mouths biting into my flesh. I moaned. “You’re enjoying this too much, slut!” and she lashed again, harder. The whip contacted my skin with a loud crack, and soon they formed a steady rhythm, interspersed with my soft moans. I started to sweat, as my body felt suffused in heat. “You’re tougher than I thought.” She stopped whipping, and I sighed in relief. My back was throbbing, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to bear. I was shocked when the lash of a stronger whip landed across my shoulders and I jerked away, causing the clamps to pull fiercely on my sore nipples. “Ah!” I exclaimed. “What did you say Cat?” she was nearly laughing now, and as another blow struck my thighs, I repeated my small outburst. She went on, relentlessly. “Cry, damn it! Let it out!”sex taboo sextingI bit my lip and tasted warm blood in my mouth. “You bitch!” I screamed at her furiously. “Let me go!” The pain was almost more than I could bear, and I knew if she did not release me, I would break down crying. She stood in front of me, and raising her arms let the whip fall across my heaving breasts. I cried then, long harsh sobs, releasing all my pain and rage. I don’t remember her unfastening my bonds or removing the nipple clamps. But I remember her holding me close, her cool hands soothing my crisscrossed back. Her lips pressing tenderly against my face. “My sweet Cat,” she whispered comfortingly, as I cried. Her lips found mine, and I kissed her eagerly. She caressed me gently, and I whimpered as her fingers pressed in little circles against my mound. She stroked it firmly, and my whole body quivered. I needed to come. “Mistress Danika,” I pleaded. “May I come?” As my eyes met her, she smiled. “Yes Cat. Come for me.” “Oh god!” I exclaimed as the most intense orgasm I ever experienced washed over me. I felt weak and drowsy. “You aren’t finished yet,” she said, and straddled my face. Her wetness inflamed me; it thrilled me to know I could arouse her so. I licked her eagerly, stroking her button with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth and nibbling gently. I slid a finger into her soaking cunt and drew the moistness to her ass. I slid it inside her, and she thrust furiously against my tongue. With my other hand, I tugged at her nipple, pulling and twisting it; with a groan, she flooded my face with her cream, and Cat that I am, I drank eagerly. I strive to deserve the love of my Mistress; she has taught me a lot about submission, as well as friendship and happiness. I will never forsake her, and while she does not belong to me, I am grateful for the gift of her love and her domination. It is only beneath the crack of her whip that I become truly free. My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!”

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