My Submission - Part 2
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Posted:Sep 25, 2017 4:43 pm
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She slowly removed the cock from my mouth, obviously enjoying watching me try to catch my breath as spit ran from my mouth and covered my chest. She did not let me finish catching my breath or even allow me to wipe the saliva from my face or my tits before she knelt back down in front of me. She grabbed my chin again, forcing me to look into her eyes. She said, “Now I’m going to make that pretty little pussy mine. Is that want you want? Is that pussy going to be mine?” I had learned my lesson so I just nodded, not sure precisely what to do. I didn’t need to ask. She said, “lay on your back.” I reclined myself back onto the couch but she grabbed me and literally yanked me off of the couch onto the floor. She said, “you are going to be fucked on the floor, not on my couch cunt!”
I was starting to get a little more scared again because I began to understand what she meant when she said she was going to take a lot from me. She had just taken my mouth by force and now she intended to take my pussy in the same fashion. Her strapon cock was not enormous but I knew that she was not exactly going to use it on me gently. I had no doubt that she intended to fuck me harder than I had ever been fucked by any real cock (or the two strapon cocks that I had been fucked with). She got on her knees and positioned herself between my legs, getting into position to take my pussy. I had my eyes closed and was bracing myself for the impending assault. I opened my eyes though when I heard her say, “oh that is a very pretty little pussy. I will enjoy owning it.” It made me happy that she liked the looks of my pussy and it excited me. I closed my eyes again waiting for the attack. Just as I felt the tip of the cock contact my lips, she stopped and said, “you look at me cunt when I am taking your pussy.” That turned me on too. I was scared of what was about to come but I desperately wanted this woman who I had never seen before less than 24 hours earlier to fuck me. I was ready to give her what she wanted to take. I looked into her eyes and she stared back into mine as I continued to brace myself. She pushed the cock into me about one inch and gave me roughly 3-4 short strokes. I was surprised that she was taking it relatively easy on me. I thought to myself, “maybe this isn’t going to be an assault on my pussy. Maybe we’re just going to fuck like I’m used to.” That I knew how to do. I was preparing to move my hips in response to hers, thinking that this might be the kind of fucking I was “used to.” Maybe instead of “taking” my pussy, I could be fucking her back. That lessened my fear a little bit.
Unfortunately, she was only going to be giving those 3-4 short strokes before beginning the assault I had previously expected. The next thing I knew, she had grabbed both sides of my hips and lunged her cock forward as hard and as far as it would go into me! I screamed loudly, partly in ecstasy, partly in shock and partly in pain. It felt like she had pinned me to the floor with this fake cock. She held it as deep inside me as it would go for several seconds. Just as I started to become somewhat used to having the cock buried so deep inside me, she pulled back leaving only the tip of the head still; just inside me. The feeling of the cock withdrawing was a different feeling than it was going in. It caused me to yelp this time. She did not wait as long to slam the cock back into my dripping pussy. Again, she grabbed my hips in order to get leverage and fuck me as hard as she could. This time I just yelled “fuuuucckkkkkk!” She again let the cock rest deep inside me for a few seconds while she said, “that’s it you little cunt! I own your fucking pussy!” Then she pulled back almost all the way out again. Before driving it back into me, she moved one hand from my hip and covered my mouth. She then changed the rhythm of the assault on my pussy again. While still ramming the strapon into me deeply, she would quickly withdraw it and then slam it back into me. It wasn’t going quite as deep as it had on the first few strokes, but the accelerated pace and rapid thrusts were driving me over the edge quickly. This also caused her to, more or less, climb on top of me while she fucked me in the missionary position. I enjoyed this because her massive tits were either hanging in front of my face or they were pressed firmly into my smaller tits, depending on her positioning. My tits and my face were still covered with the saliva from sucking the cock that was now buried deep in me and she had her hand covering my mouth. I could barely breath as she fucked me hard with rapid strokes. I couldn’t scream as a massive orgasm started to quickly boil to the surface. All I could do was grunt as the orgasm overtook me.
She looked down on me as the orgasm took over and said, “oh, is my little cunt cumming?” She removed her hand from my mouth just long enough for me to utter “yes, cumming…” She then stuck two fingers back into my mouth. I began to suck them as my orgasm continued to rush through me. As it neared its end, my hips fucked Cecily’s fake cock back, trying to get the most from this fucking that I could. When my hips started to slow as the orgasm faded, I expected that she would stop slamming the cock into me. When she didn’t stop but just continued fucking me with those hard and fast strokes, I looked up at her with surprise. I was still careful not to say anything because she had not told me to but I’m sure the look in my eyes told her that I was pleading with her to stop and let my body and mind recover from being fucked so ferociously. As if she knew what I was thinking, she said to me, “I will stop fucking this tight little pussy when I want to stop fucking it. Do you understand?” She had not removed her fingers from my mouth so I just nodded as she continued driving the cock into me. She continued fucking me hard and fast through at least two more orgasms before finally removing the cock from my aching pussy. I felt a sense of relief that her assault on me was over but my hips also thrust after the cock as she removed it, my body not wanting to release it. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and said, “on your knees cunt.”
I had been fucked so hard and so thoroughly that I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, but I looked up at her lovely tits, and down at my own tits which were still covered in my own spit, down to my pussy which had just been ravaged. I knew I really had no choice about what would happen next so I tried to do my best. Also in my mind was the fact that I REALLY enjoy getting fucked from behind. I’m not entirely sure why but I just love it! If you are a friend and look at the pics in our profile, you can see a black girl fucking me from behind with a strapon. That was one of the favorite fuckings I’ve ever experienced. I also have a video of that and I love watching it! I love seeing my tight little ass and bald pussy from behind. I love watching her slide the strapon into me! I love watching it slide its way back out coated in my cream. I love watching it go back deeper inside of me.
So, being the obedient little cunt that she was teaching me to be, I got onto my knees and turned around. I was starting to look forward to her fucking me from behind. I got on my knees and spread them apart, trying to give her the best look at my ass and pussy. I knew they looked good from back there. LOL. I was proud of myself for putting on a nice display for her.
Then I heard her say, “I did NOT tell you to turn around! I told you to get on your knees!” It took me a minute to understand what she was saying but I quickly turned around to face her. I started to say, “I’m sorry, I…” She quickly put her finger to her lips. It immediately stopped me from speaking. She gripped the base of her purple cock, kind of swinging it in front of my face. She said, “clean your cum off of my cock.” I was actually happy she had told me to do that. I know that I smiled. I love it when a girl who has been fingering me puts her fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I love to see a girl I have been fingering taste herself when I put my fingers in her mouth. This was going to be just as good! I also wanted to make up for not doing as she instructed when I turned around, thinking I was going to be fucked from behind.
So, I reached for her cock with my hand. I looked up and saw that she was about to scold me for not just taking it instantly into my mouth but I quickly used my hand and my finger to wipe some of my cum from her cock. I then quickly smeared it on my lips, coating them with its slipperiness. She seemed to appreciate this and she refrained from scolding me. I then did my best to lick up the length of one side of her cock and then down the other, the only difference from what I had done before was that I was now removing and tasting my cum that had been deposited on her cock as she fucked the shit out of me. She clearly enjoyed watching me do this. And I enjoyed doing it.
When I was finished licking up every last drop of my cum, I looked back up at her face. My lips, my entire mouth and my chin were glistening with my own juices. She began to lower herself back down to my level. I was almost sure she was going to kiss me. Mind you, this woman had fucked my mouth with her rubber cock, had fucked me without relent through 3 or so orgasms and had just watched me lick my cum off of her cock. And I had not even been kissed! I should also mention that I love exchanging cum with a girl by kissing after I’ve gone down on her, or she on me. This was virtually the same except that, instead of having her cum already coating my face and my mouth, it was my cum that was coating my face and my mouth and she would be the one tasting my cum this way (for the first time).
But, when she got down, after taking a long look at my tits, covered in my own spit, and at my face, covered in my own spit and cum (which reassured me that she was going to kiss me finally!) she said, “good little cunt. Now turn around. Put your face on the carpet and your ass in the air. High!” “Okay,” I thought. “No kissing but I’m still going to enjoy being fucked from behind, despite the fact that I had already been fucked hard and fast longer than I ever had been before.”
I could tell she was lining everything up and I felt her cock as it contacted my lips again, this time from behind. I was amazed that she started out very slowly. She slowly inserted the cock into me, not even all the way in. Then, the next stroke stayed slow, going in just a bit further. This kept up for half a dozen strokes or so. I was just about to really start getting into things and start responding by fucking her right back as she banged me from behind. Then, she let the cock pop out all of the way. I was careful not to saying anything but eager for her to quickly replace it and get back into the rhythm.
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My Submission
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Posted:Sep 20, 2017 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 7:19 pm
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I have shortened the beginning of this escapade. This meeting with Cecily is woman whose office I was interviewing with. The night before, she had grabbed my ass, placed my hand on her breast, then whispered in my ear, "I'm not done with you cunt." Then she walked away, leaving me a wet mess. The next morning, she invited me to her house. I had hoped she had forgotten about what had transpired the night before. Here is what happened next...
Finally she said, “well good. I’m so glad we had the chance to chat again and thank you for coming over on such short notice during your weekend. As I got up to leave, she stood also and gave me a hug. It was very professional and appropriate. I was smiling to myself, knowing that I had survived this ordeal in much better shape than I had imagined possible. At the end of the hug, she said, “oh, one more thing.” She began to take her seat again and motioned for me to do the same. I honestly assumed that she was going to discuss their health care plan or something else as benign. I smiled and said, “yeah.” She said, “about last night…” A lightning bolt of terror shot down my spine! I started stammering trying to somehow short-circuit this turn of events. I said, “oh, about last night. I need to apologize. I don’t really drink very often and I think the drinks went to my head a little. I’m terribly sorry if I said anything inappropriate or…” She smiled politely and let me stammer on. “Gosh, it was so nice to meet all of you and I really had such a great time with everyone… blah, blah, blah.” I was praying she would somehow quickly put an end to this conversation without getting into any details of last night. As I stammered on, I did notice that she was taking less care to look at my legs and the panties underneath. This just made me exponentially more nervous! When I got to a point where I just had nothing else I could say, she looked back up at my face and smiled. She said, “no, you didn’t do anything inappropriate at all.” Relief! “I just wanted for you to tell me in person how wet you were when I left you.” I know my eyes almost shot out of my head. A thought flashed through my mind that she must have been referring to a spilled drink or something. Please, something! There was a lump in my throat and I just stared at her in disbelief.
“Don’t look so shocked,” she said. “You certainly were enjoying it last night when I had my hand on your pretty little ass.” How the fuck had this conversation turned 180 degrees so fast? WTF was happening and why? What was I going to do? I started stammering again. “Oh, please, like I said, I was really drunk. I don’t want you to think that I…” She cut me off. She said, “don’t want me to think what? That you were turned on? You seemed to be very turned on when you were fondling my breast.” With that she reached up and gave her own breast a quick caress. I thought I was getting close to fainting again. She continued. “And please don’t think that I have been oblivious to the fact that you have been putting those nice tan legs on display for me to see. The same with the pretty yellow panties. I’ll bet you are wet just from knowing that I was looking at you.” I couldn’t speak but I was able to notice that what she was saying was embarrassingly true. It was making me wet, even as she was openly mocking me. She didn’t stop though. In fact, she stood up, walked the two feet between us, knelt in front of me and placed a hand just above my knee on my thigh. I looked down to see her hand and noticed that my hand was literally quivering. She clearly saw this too. She pressed against the inner side of my leg, spreading it a little. I was frozen in place, speechless. She said, “I’m going to give you the chance that no one else has given you. I’m going to let you give into your obvious and burning desire to be taken just like you have always wanted. I’m going to let you be the submissive little slut you’ve always dreamed of being.” I was still in shock but I knew I had to do something so I stood up and took a step towards the door. She raised her voice and, in a command-like tone said, “stop!” I have no idea why because it was not a conscious decision but I did what she told me to do. I stopped right there. When I did, she stepped just behind me. I froze in place as she placed a hand on my hip. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, as she had done less than 24 hours ago, “you can leave if you want to leave. The door is right there but I know you won’t because you know very well that everything I have told you is true. I left you wanting me with dripping panties last night and you know you are just dying to be taken and treated like the cute little submissive slut that you are.” “Jesus Christ,” I said, not sure if I had done so out loud or in my head. She continued to step around from my back to my front, trailing her hand from my waist to the buckle on my shorts. I half thought she might unbutton them. I didn’t know what I would do, what I could do, if she did. She began to speak again, inches from my face. “So, here’s what I am going to do. I am going to leave the room for 5 minutes or so. If you want to leave, go ahead. But, if you do, you will never know the true you. You will never experience all the things you are dying to experience. So, when I come back, you will be sitting on that same couch you have been sitting in.” I started to speak just to say something but she quickly raised her finger to my lips and said, “shush!” Again, without consciously doing so, I obeyed her and said nothing. She repeated, “so when I come back, you will be sitting in that same couch but you will be naked.” She removed her hand from the waist of my shorts, exiting the living room and heading down a long hallway. It took me a few seconds just to catch my breath and make sure that I did not fall over or go into shock. I took a step or two towards the door but something unconsciously made me stop. Why, I thought? It was like an out of body experience. It was as if I was looking down at the events happening below me, almost like watching a movie of myself. I looked back at the couch. I felt like I was in a trance. That made me briefly wonder whether she had actually slipped some kind of roofie in my drink or something. Then I remembered the pain killer I had taken before leaving my apartment. It had mixed with the alcohol and, that combined with the obvious shock the last few minutes had brought on, were now almost overwhelming me. I walked over to the couch and sat down. WTF are you doing I thought?
None of my actions were made consciously but I remember thinking that she might be right? What if I did want her to let loose some submissive lesbian slut living inside me? Although it had only happened a couple of times, I did enjoy sex with older women who would be more assertive or dominant than me. After getting past some major shyness, I had enjoyed being fucked while others watched me. This had happened a few times through ’s arranging. As I thought these things over in my mind, I realized that I was taking off my shirt. It was like watching someone from above pull invisible puppet strings attached to me. After removing my shirt, I looked down to see my shorts being slipped past my hips. The hands pulling them down were my own. Things had somehow been set in motion and I was watching myself naturally continue to get undressed. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra. I stood back up and slipped off my yellow panties. I sat back down. I was completely naked.
As I sat there naked, I realized that I was no longer trembling. Instead of being scared or nervous, as I had been, this trance-like state had taken over. It was like a dream or a movie. I didn’t know if this was from the medicine, the alcohol, or whether it really was a deep-seeded sexual desire. I lost all track of time. I remember being surprised when Cecily re-entered the room. In one sense, it seemed like I had been sitting there, naked, for hours. On the other, it seemed as if it were merely seconds ago that I had walked into this virtual stranger’s house.
When she re-entered some of the fear and nervousness came rushing back. I began to breathe faster in a panic. I suddenly became very aware that I was sitting in front of this woman naked. Instinctively, I raised my arms to cover my breasts. I started to raise myself from the couch. But, as I did, Cecily placed a hand on my shoulder. She gently pushed me back down onto the couch. Again, I obeyed. I started stuttering again nervously. “I, I, I can’t do….” Again, Cecily knelt in front of me and raised a finger to my lips. She didn’t say “shush” this time. She didn’t need to. I obeyed.
Next, she grasped me by the chin and said, “look at me.” She gripped a little bit harder. “Look at me.” I did as instructed and she looked into my eyes. “Listen to me.” Her voice was soft and quiet. “Now, listen to me. I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a question or tell you to speak. Do you understand me?” I was still in shock but I nodded my head. “I want you to do what I tell you to do. Do you understand?” I tried to speak. “What are you… What?” Her grip on my chin tightened again. She had a firm grip on my chin but it was not painful or forceful. She just continued to look at me without speaking. I knew she wanted me to be quiet so I stopped trying to speak. “I want you to stand up,” she said. She kept her grip on my chin and guided me up from the couch.” She took a step back. She was looking at me like she was inspecting me. Her gaze lingered on my breasts. I remember feeling embarrassed because my breasts were so much smaller than hers. I guess instinctively, again, I wanted to cover them but before I raised my arms in an attempt to do so, I felt her grip on my chin tighten once more. It caused me to look back at her face. She just shook her head no, apparently aware of what I was feeling and my sudden need to try to cover myself again. I did not raise my arms. I felt SO exposed standing there naked. She guided me forward a few steps away from the couch before releasing her grip on my chin. She walked behind me. I guess I knew that I was not supposed to watch her so I stared straight ahead. I could not see her but I heard some movement and then, out of the corner of my eye, saw her white blouse fall to the floor and come to rest at the foot of the couch. Her bra followed a few seconds later. I knew her gorgeous breasts were now exposed just behind me. I could feel her staring at my exposed ass. I took in a deep breath. I felt her place a hand on my right shoulder. I then felt her use her leg to insert itself between mine and use it to spread my legs further apart. I noticed that my pussy was beginning to get very wet. I was sure that, having spread my legs apart, she could also see my wet pussy from behind. It made me more nervous and frightened, not knowing what was going to happen next.
Next, she used her right hand to grip me by the neck. This grip was firmer than the grip she had had on my chin. I felt her get closer to me until I could feel her breasts pressing firmly into my back as she kept her grip on my throat. I took in a deep breath as a chill went down my spine and caused goose bumps to raise on the back of my neck. With one hand still around my neck, she used the other to run it down the side of my breast, over my ribs to my hip and then to caress, then grip, my ass. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and ear, just like I had felt the night before. She whispered in my ear, “I’m going to be taking a lot from you cunt.” I guess I was past the shock of her calling me a cunt because my immediate thought was, “what does she mean by ‘taking’ a lot from me?”
Like she had the night before, she kept her touch on my waist as she moved back around in front of me. As she came into my view, I got my first look at her exquisite breasts. They were at least D or double D cups. I could tell they were “enhanced” but that made them no less impressive. She had light pink colored nipples. Her nipples did not protrude out too terribly far but her areolas were very large, at least the size of silver dollars. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck them. I may have started to move forward to do that but she must have seen or sensed as much. She said in a stern voice, “you are only to do as you are instructed!” It stopped me dead in my tracks. She was continuing to torture me by not allowing me to somehow make contact with those breasts! She told me to sit back down. I obeyed.
I continued to stare at her magnificent breasts. She was staring at my body for a few seconds before saying, “I’m going to own that pretty little mouth now cunt. Are you ready?” I didn’t know what she wanted me to do and I didn’t know if she really wanted me to speak and, fearing what might happen if I did the wrong thing, I looked back up at her face and just nodded. She smirked and said, “I knew you were going to be an obedient little slut.” I continued to look at her.
She took a few steps closer to me so that her waist was level with my eyes. She said, “unbutton my pants cunt.” I was so scared that I couldn’t move. I looked at the button in front of me without moving. Out of the blue, she reached out and grabbed the top of my head by my hair. This was not soft or sensual, it was forceful. She repeated, louder this time, “I told you to unbutton my pants you little cunt!” I did as instructed. I undid the button then, not wanting to disobey her again, I continued to unzip her pants. When I had her zipper all the way down I could see that she had a purple strapon cock in her pants. It surprised me and frightened me all at the same time. She looked down at me smirking. “Take it out.” I reached in and grasped the rubber cock. She reached down and slid her pants down just a bit so that I was able to free the strapon. I looked back up at her. “Suck” was all that she said. I was surprised by the fact that I consciously wanted to please her. Before sucking on her cock I licked up the full length of one side then the other. I looked up at her to see if she approved. She just blankly watched me without giving me any indication of whether or not she was enjoying what I was doing. I understood that she could not physically feel my tongue swirl around her purple cock but I knew that watching me obey her, submit to her and put on a sexy display was the purpose of this. I had never wanted to please anyone so much. I wanted to be the best, obedient little cock sucker. I wanted to suck this cock (and put on a slutty display) more than I had ever wanted to with any real cock.
I bobbed my head up and down and swirled my tongue around the head of her strapon. I could sense that she was enjoying what I was doing because I could feel her start to rock her hips forward and back harder and further. I would occasionally look up at her, past her six pack abs, past her enormous boobs, and into her eyes while trying to look as seductive and slutty as possible. “God,” I thought, “everything she had said about me wanting to be a submissive little slut was surprisingly (even to me) becoming true! After several minutes, the pace and movement of her hips made what was happening more like she was fucking my face than it was me sucking her starpon cock. She had both hands tightly gripping my head by the hair as she rammed her cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat. IT would cause me to gag and saliva was pouring out of my mouth, over her cock and onto my breasts. It was a very messy scene but I knew I had to look like the she wanted me to be. I could hear her saying, “that’s it cunt. Suck that cock.” I had gone from shocked at being called such names earlier to being almost proud, and definitely aroused, at all the dirty names she was calling me. With saliva covering my face and dripping down onto my tits as she pumped her cock in and out of my mouth and throat, she finally tightened her grip on my head and hair and slammed the cock to the back of my throat as far as it would go. She held it there for several seconds. I actually was waiting for the cum to start pumping out of the cock and into my mouth but, obviously, that never happened. I almost felt disappointed.
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Office Party Experience
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Posted:Dec 9, 2015 8:05 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2017 7:42 pm
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Here's one it took me a long time to transcribe to paper. This craziness was just before Thanksgiving. So dirty but so depraved and fun! It was very out of character for me but it got me so hot that it makes me more likely to do this sort of thing (or let this sort of thing happen again).
So, now I need to update you all about some crazy weird fun I had a couple of weeks ago. This is the Chick portion of this pair. I had to go to a work party at one of the executive’s houses where I work. I wasn’t crazy about going. I’m way younger than anybody else that was going to be there, but I couldn’t say no. These were my employers after all. I would have to spend the evening “chatting” with people from the company I work for and their husbands/wives etc. Not my idea of fun on a Friday night. I wanted to look professional but I figured I could probably have some fun in the process. Since I’m 23 (and you can see my pictures here) I get all kinds of looks from the male employees in my office. There are only about 10 females where I work and about 60 males. Of the 10 females, maybe 3-5 might be considered cute. (There is an older secretary [well, older than me, probably about 42, I’ll guess] named Diane that I wouldn’t mind licking from head to toe, but I know she’s married. I sort of flirt with her but I doubt she even realizes what I’m doing. Anyways back to the other night. To have some fun, I wore a fairly tight and short skirt. I also wore a white cashmere sweater. By coincidence, I had on the same panties you can see me wearing in the video on our profile. I did not wear a bra. As you can see from the video and pictures, I don’t exactly have a huge rack, but I do have very perky tits. On one other occasion I had worn this sweater to work. I loved the reaction I got from all the men in the office (a few of the women seemed to take notice too but it was hard for me to tell whether I was turning them on or whether they just considered me the office slut/exhibitionist). As I made my way around and spoke to different people, I noticed many of the male employees and even their wives taking a good look at me. That had the effect of getting me more excited. In turn, that made my nipples hard as rocks. Without a bra on, it was almost like I was walking around nude. My nipples poked at the cashmere so that everyone could see. Sometimes, that sort of thing embarrasses me. That night though, I felt daring and horny because I knew it was the only way to have fun at this little shin dig. So, I proudly worked my way around the room letting everyone there see my erect nipples poking at my cashmere sweater. The more people looked, the more turned on I felt.
There was an open bar at the party and I was hitting the chardonnay pretty heavily just to make things more interesting. By about 10 O’clock, I was feeling very good and very horny. In my mind I was fantasizing about taking home one of the executives’ wives. Certainly, a few had taken notice of me. Wouldn’t it be fun to see one of those old guys at the office in the future with my secret knowledge that I had fucked his wife (or, more likely, that his wife had fucked me)? There were lots and lots of the executives at the company that were complimenting me on starting my new position and doing well etc. I knew none of them really gave a shit about that. They just wanted to stare at my erect nipples and casually hit on me hoping, I guess, for some sort of miracle where I would say, “Oh, thanks for the compliment Steve. I have enjoyed working here too. Now, will you please fuck me in the ass?” I didn’t mind. I’m pretty used to older guys trying their luck with me. Other than the , my partner on this profile, I’m just not too much into older guys. When I want one, the and I take care of business. I had no interest in expanding my horizons with any old guy at this office party. So, I wasn’t exactly being tempted by these idiots, although I was certainly enjoying putting my nipples on display and watching them jockey for position to talk to me or to get a better look at them.
After a while, I excused myself to use the restroom. What I really wanted to do was see if could meet me at my house after this party was over and take care of my horny mind and body. Alternatively, I wanted to get in touch with one (or more) girls I know to do the same. I was on the phone with the in the small, 1st floor bathroom at this house. I was telling him how much I needed him to make the drive and fuck me tonight. He could not make the trip because he had lots to do in the morning but he promised me something special the next time he came to see me. I was disappointed but not surprised. I was scrolling through my phone looking for some other girls’ numbers when the door opened and a man walked into the bathroom. I was startled at first. I guess I had not locked the door. It seemed a bit odd to me that he didn’t act surprised after walking in on someone in the bathroom. He just said, “Hey, we met earlier right?” I could tell he was pretty hammered. Recognizing that he was some sort of relative “big shot” at the company (not employed at my location), I smiled and said, “yes sir.” He laughed and said, “Oh, we’re friends now. None of that ‘sir’ stuff. I’m John.” “Well then, hi John,” I said and extended my right hand to shake his. He reached out to reciprocate. His hand was gigantic. I felt like it covered all the area from my hand to my elbow. It didn’t seem to have registered on him at all that we were still in this little bathroom.
‘John’ was probably in his early 60’s. He had silver hair and was what I would call barrel chested. He was also at least 6’3”. He wasn’t gorgeous but I could tell that he at least took care of himself. Due to his size, space was very cramped in this little bathroom. I tried to kindly excuse myself and leave the bathroom. He stopped me though. He was looking at my sweater. (Actually, he was looking at my nipples poking at my sweater). He reached out to feel it and said, “is that cashmere?” As he did, his right hand lightly brushed the side of my left breast. It wasn’t terribly overt but it wasn’t a mistake either. That surprised me. I was looking at the door but it was on the other side of this huge guy and it was the only way out. I obviously couldn’t force my way past him so I tried to play along. I said, “yes, my boyfriend recently got this for me.” I was hoping that that kind of hint would not be lost on him and he would let me pass by him and leave the bathroom. I was wrong.
John, just chuckled and said, “what a nice boyfriend you must have. Is he here?” I used the as my excuse since I don’t really have a boyfriend and explained that he couldn’t make it because of his work. He tilted his head back and said, “Ahhh. Well maybe he can make the next party.” That was cordial enough that I thought I could probably get past him now and get out of this bathroom. Wrong again. John took a big sip of his drink, whatever it was. It smelled like strong whiskey. At this moment I was basically in the corner of the bathroom with a wall behind me and a glass shower door to my right. John moved forward. He was maybe 2 feet away from me. His right hand reached out again and this time he firmly placed his huge palm on my left breast. My nipple was still erect and hard as a pebble. I was getting scared but more than anything, I was in a bit of shock. He took about another step and a half towards me. Now I was almost pinned in this corner. He then pressed his whole body against me, firmly planting me between his body, the shower door and the wall. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t consciously thinking about what was happening but the nipple under his palm was getting more erect which I didn’t think was possible. That sort of confused me. I wondered why my body was reacting positively without my conscious thoughts while, at the same time, my mind was recoiling from him a bit. He pressed his whole body against me harder. When he did, I could feel a hard cock pressed onto my stomach. I could feel the tip pressing into the underside of my right breast. I still was in shock and didn’t say a word. I was wondering though, “why are you letting him do this? “Scream, run.” But I did neither. Without any communication, he grabbed the bottom part of my sweater and yanked it over my head and off. He still didn’t say a word.
Then his huge hands grabbed my shoulders and he turned me around so that I was facing the wall. Actually, it was more than “facing” the wall. His body pressed against my backside as he pinned me to the wall. Now I could feel his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He was grinding it against me. I still didn’t know what to do. I thought about screaming but I did not. In that moment, I could sense that my body was now grinding back against John. Next, he pushed me in the back hard. Now I was truly pinned against the wall and I couldn’t move in any direction. His body and his cock were pushing me into the wall.
Without warning, the next thing I felt was John’s big hand reaching around my right leg, yanking up my skirt and grabbing my pussy through that same underwear you can see in the video. He didn’t reach around and caress my pussy, he grabbed it, squeezing hard. This made me involuntarily let out a yelp. I was not expecting any of this, let alone having this older man use my body like he was. Neither one of us had said a word still. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I was so wet, even before he began his attack on me, that two of his fingers slid into me to his knuckle. I could feel that stretch me. It wasn’t like when I play with my pussy. These hands and fingers were massive. At this point, I knew that whatever John was going to do to me, I would be powerless to stop it. I had been so turned on and I was clearly physically overpowered. I resigned myself to just keep quiet and let him defile me in the hopes that he would be done quickly and leave me alone in the bathroom where I could clean myself up and quietly slip out the door and go home. I know I could have screamed bloody murder and it all would stop but, obviously, some part of me “wanted” him to assault me like this. That surprised me. I went to this party with a mind to have some sexy fun but this was not at all what I was expecting.
While his fingers were still in me, I could hear and sort of feel him fumbling with his zipper. I thought, “oh fuck. He’s about to fuck me.” I could tell he was reaching into his pants. I knew he must have pulled his cock free. For just a few seconds, I could feel him rubbing what I was pretty sure was his cock against my slit. I knew I was going to be fucked hardcore. I wondered how people (any people) would believe that I hadn’t consented to this given the fact that I practically paraded around the party showing off my nipples. Would anyone be able to tell that I had been soaking wet before these most recent developments? Then, I felt his cock withdraw from my slit. Although it was a bit of a surprise even to me, I let out a little moan when he did so. My mind seemed to be saying one thing, but my body was yearning for something.
Next, he quickly grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around 180 degrees so that I was facing him, my nipples tilted upward as if to say hello. He noticed that and smiled. For some reason, that made me happy. “Why the fuck was I enjoying this molestation from this older man?” Neither one of us had uttered a word still. I must have looked like a depraved . My panties were pulled down around my knees, my skirt had been yanked up and was over my waist or stomach, and my pussy was dripping wet. He grabbed me by the shoulders again and forced me to my knees on the bathroom floor. I was still so fucking horny but I was scared. His cock was directly in front of my face now. I was shocked! This old guy was packing about 8”. It was probably the widest cock I had ever seen. Now I was glad that he hadn’t immediately fucked me or fucked me in the ass after he got my panties down around my knees. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. With my right hand, I grabbed this log. I wasn’t even close to being able to wrap my whole hand around it. I took the head into my mouth. The head, just by itself, seemed to fill my entire mouth. He had started something that I didn’t want but now I wanted to be the dirty slut that he apparently thought I was. This is not the kind of thing that I had EVER done before but now I resigned myself to taking his abuse. It was like another person was thinking and acting for me.
He let me get used to it for just a few seconds, only giving me the chance to swirl my tongue around this tree trunk one time. Just as I was trying to get a grip on what was happening he placed both of his hands at the back of my head. He began to forcefully fuck my mouth with this enormous cock. I tried to take it all but it was so big. When it would hit the back of my throat I would gag. That did not discourage him. After a few minutes, he pressed his cock in deep and pushed his hips forward. All the while, he had his hand behind my head, pushing me into him. Without any warning, he came in me. He kept pressure on the back of my head the entire time, so in order to keep breathing I had to try to keep up with the cum he was depositing in my mouth. It truly felt like I swallowed a full cup of his cum. My mouth was full of it and it was spilling out on both sides and running down my face and chin. This was dirty but I had somehow accepted what was happening. It was as if I was a character in a play or something because it wasn’t the real “me” doing this. It’s very hard to explain.
After I had swallowed all that I could he pulled his cock out. I gasped for air. When he did, a long, thick string of cum stuck to his cock and then fell across my chest. I thought this ordeal was finally over! I was wrong. He grabbed me again and shoved me down onto the bathroom floor. He then basically sat on my chest and kept fucking my mouth. He had just deposited more cum inside my mouth than I had ever experienced but his cock never deflated, or at least not much. He would occasionally reach behind himself and finger me. Every time he did so he would bring his fingers back up and place them in my mouth. He was feeding me my own pussy juice. I had definitely tasted other girl’s pussies before, but this was the first time I tasted mine. I didn’t dislike that but my whole head was swimming from alcohol and from the erotic and taboo things I was being “forced” to do. Still, I had a hard time believing what all was happening. It was so fucking kinky that it almost took me over the edge. After roughly the third time of doing this, without any warning, I felt another shot of his warm cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. He pulled out as another rope of cum splashed on my cheek and lips. I was still laying on the bathroom floor, my panties around my ankles now. My skirt was up almost to my tits. He sort of “squatted” over me, held his cock like a fire hose and shot rope after rope of cum all over my tits and stomach. It couldn’t have been as much as he had deposited inside of my mouth but it was still a massive load he was painting my body with. I started wishing that someone had taped it. I felt terribly dirty, depraved and embarrassed that I had just let this old guy use me as his personal cum bank. But, it was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever experienced and it did turn me on. He then spoke for the first time since he began molesting me. He said, “rub my cum all over your body with your hands.” Normally, I would think this too weird or kinky but, at this point, nothing was forbidden. I didn’t know where all of it could go. I looked down onto my stomach and placed my hand in the lake of cum. I just sort of held my hand on top of it. But, I also recognized that I had been told what to do. I began to move the cum around on my chest, on my pussy and all over my stomach. I even placed some in my asshole. My tits were glistening with a layer of cum. He didn’t say a word, he just watched me and slowly stroked his massive cock. I was fingering myself with cum drenched all over my hand and fingers when I came again.
All of a sudden, after my orgasm(s) subsided, I quickly realized that I had lost track of the time and where we were. “Oh my God, I thought. I’ve been in this bathroom being defiled by a man I had never met, at an employee party, at one of the executives’ houses, and I’m lying on the bathroom floor, with cum dripping off me in some places and with it spread all over my tits and stomach. I had never felt more like a than I did then. I looked up at him in time to see him stuff that huge cock back into his pants, tuck his shirt back in and close the door behind him. He didn’t utter another word. He just left me laying on the bathroom floor, covered in cum and my clothes practically ripped off me. The ordeal was over. Part of me was relieved because who knows what he would have done next. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. But… another part of me was wondering why he hadn’t taken his baseball bat of a cock and stuffed it into my pussy. Now I was even thinking like the I had just imitated. I didn’t bother trying to clean myself up. There was no way to remove the half gallon of cum that covered me from my waist to my lips. I pulled my panties up. Put the white sweater back on, wiped the visible cum off of my face, walked out of the bathroom, and headed towards the exit quickly, trying not to draw attention to myself. Just as I was at the door, Rob, one of the cool guys I work with stopped me to introduce me to his wife, Christy. I thought about just bolting out the door, but that would look very rude, so I tried to act cordial and meet her. She had a strange look on her face and we just exchanged pleasantries before I was able to get out the door. When I got into the car, I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed that there was about a three inch long bit of cum on the right side of my neck. Clearly, Christy had seen that and that was why she acted a bit odd. Now I was certain to be named the “company .” I can’t wait to go back to work now!
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Posted:Dec 9, 2015 7:58 pm
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I need to tell you about my latest, crazy sexual encounter. For some strange reason, it has me feeling very odd. Maybe one of you can help me with this. Maybe you’ve experienced this before. Two weekends ago, I made plans to head back to visit my college and see the girls who were a couple of classes below me in my sorority when I graduated a year and a half ago. I made plans to stop by the sorority house around 10:00 a.m. to meet Sara. Although I was 2 years ahead of her in school, we were pretty good friends back then. And, while there were several others, Sara was the girl I probably had the most, no-strings attached sex with on those random, lonely nights in the sorority house. You can see what I look like on this site. I keep in shape by running 5 miles every day. I am pretty short and don’t exactly have a huge rack, but I have perky tits and a very tight ass and stomach. I think I look pretty good. Hah! I laugh when I realize that, at 24, I would be considered an “old lady” to the sisters still in the sorority house! Sara is built a bit differently. She is tall, about 5’8”, long and lean. Because of her height, she can carry a pretty big set of boobs almost as if they are camouflaged. Looking at her, you see her long, naturally blonde hair, and her long and lean profile. You can see that her tits are just well proportioned to her body. The thing is, when you get her clothes off, and come face to face with her breasts, you realize that they are actually very large. She has big C or small D cups, all natural.
I’ll take a little detour here to tell you about how I got to find this out on my own. Her freshman year, I think it was her second weekend in the house, we had had a little party. Nothing too crazy and it even ended a little early. Somehow we got to talking and I told her to follow me to my room. She had asked me about notes for freshman English class and I had agreed to give her my notebook from my freshman year. Anyways, we had been drinking all night, and when we got to my room, I poured us each a glass of wine. She graciously accepted it but said, in her slight Texas drawl, “you got anything stronger? All these new classes have me stressed!” I laughed and dug out a bottle of tequila, then poured us each a shot. We each downed it quickly. She smiled at me and winked. “How about one more?” I said, “OK girl, but are you trying to get me drunk? Because, you don’t have to, I already am,” then laughed. She laughed too and said, “why yes, I would love to get you drunk.” I saw her give me kind of a sexy look but I did not think too much of it. We kept drinking wine, and doing the occasional tequila shooter all night. Before we knew it, it was 4 a.m. My roommate had not come back yet, so I figured she had stayed at her boyfriend’s place, something she often did. I liked that because I basically had my own, private room in the sorority house. I asked Sara if she just wanted to sleep in my room rather than make the trip down to hers where her roommate was almost undoubtedly shacking up with some new, random guy again this weekend. She was hesitant at first, I think, mainly, because she was still a pledge and pledges weren’t allowed to stay on the third floor very long. I assured her it was fine and she seemed to ease up. I pointed her towards the bathroom and told her to ask if she needed anything. She said thanks and walked into the bathroom. I got ready for bed by taking off my pants, leaving my panties on, removing my bra and pulling on an oversized T-shirt. I had no intention of looking sexy, I was ready for bed! After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and Sara came out wearing her panties and bra. I’m sure I stared for a second or made some surprised expression when I saw her. She asked, “what? What is it?” I tried to reassure her. I said, “No, honey, I just had no clue you had such awesome tits! You look so hot!” Now I was a little self-conscious. It kind of sounded like I was hitting on her, a pledge, strictly verboten! She was put at ease and laughed back though. She said, “Yeah, it’s hard for people to tell that they are as big as they are, because I’m so tall. It all just blends in pretty well!” I was still so impressed. I said, “They sure do. I’m so jealous! I just have these little things,” and with that I gestured at my little, perky tits. She said, “trust me, I’d be happier with yours. These things get in the way. Besides, yours are so perky and cute. I love them!” I thought to myself, for the first time, “hmmmm, is she hitting on me? Does she think I’m hitting on her?” My mind, still swimming in alcohol, started to think about this girl. I shook my head, tried to put it out of my mind and just return the conversation to normal subjects… sort of. Without really meaning to get back on to the topic of Sara’s tits, I said, “so, what size are you/they, I mean…” She laughed again and said, “well, I’m about 5’8” tall, I wear size 4 or 5 and my boobs are a large C cup or small D cup.” “Wow” I said. “A D cup would be so cool! I wish I could trade you!” Then I hesitated and said, “you don’t mind if I ask do you, but are they… are they real?” She laughed again but, as she did, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let the straps fall off her shoulders and let her bra drop to the floor. “Yep. 100% real, Texas born and raised!” I felt so embarrassed! I said, “No! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t doubting you! I just… I got up and stepped the 3 feet over to where she was sitting on my roommate’s bed. I reached behind her head and clasped her neck. “Sweety, I never doubted you. I was just asking a question. I didn’t mean to…..” As I tried to explain that I wasn’t trying to be mean or insult her, she said, “shhh,” and closed the last few inches of distance between our two faces. She began to kiss me. My eyes must have shot out of my head! I had had no intention of this happening. I was totally not trying to seduce this young, 18 year old Texas freshman pledge! But, I also didn’t try to stop her. I calmed myself down. Finally, I parted my lips too and let her probing tongue enter my mouth. At the same time, I swirled my tongue around hers and the inside of her mouth. We just kissed, nothing else, for what had to be 10-15 minutes. I was really enjoying it! Only a small part of me was worried about the other sorority leaders finding out that I had been with a pledge. They would not be happy. That, however, was not the first thing on my mind.
Finally, I broke this kiss. I said, “Sara, you have to understand, I did not try to make this happen. I could get into real trouble. She said, “no worries sweaty. Trust me, I had no plans to do this either! Do you want me to go back to my room?” I thought about that questions for a few seconds. “No. I don’t. But I also don’t want this EVER getting out!” She just nodded her head and brought my lips back to hers. Again, we just kept kissing for so long. On some other occasion, under some other circumstances, that would sort of annoy me but, with Sara, she smelled so good, her lips were so soft, I was running my fingers through her long, naturally blonde hair. This young little thing was really turning me on! But, enough was enough. In the back of my mind the whole time we kissed was the fact that those deceptively large boobs had been unleashed from their cages and were pressed against my T-shirt, just inches away! I couldn’t resist. With my right hand, I slowly let it creep up her left side. I ran my fingernails over her ribs, making her squirm a little. I let my hand linger at each rib for several seconds. Finally, my hand was just underneath her left breast. I couldn’t believe it but I was nervous! I had butterflies in my stomach and was feeling almost light-headed. Why? This kind of thing only happened with guys I REALLY liked the first time I was with them. Anyways, I tried to put that out of my mind. It didn’t feel like my hand was trembling anyways. I moved my right hand up the side of her left breast. I hesitated, trying to decide whether I wanted to first touch the nipple or the side. I opted for the side. My right hand may not be all that big, but when I placed it on her left breast, it seemed like I was only covering about 1/3 of the surface area of her boob. I was giddy!
I gave her breast a light squeeze. That was the first instance I was able to fully appreciate just how large, heavy and firm her breasts were. God, it felt so good in my hand. Just after I squeezed, she let out a soft moan, directed right into my ear. With that, she extended her tongue and licked my ear. I got goose bumps all over. I could also tell that I was getting wet. I was not used to being this into a girl. Sure, I had been with a few, but it was just kind of to alleviate the boredom or to get some relief when the girls in the sorority were stressed and a member of the opposite sex was not available or when it was at least inconvenient to get with one. This was different! This was awesome! I even caught myself trying to consciously think of what to do next so as to not disappoint her. WTF? Next, I used my left hand to caress her right breast. When I did so, she let out another moan and seemed to shutter just a little bit. I was impressed with myself. I could tell I was genuinely turning her on. I then lowered my head, at the same time I moved my right hand to make contact, for the first time, with her left nipple. My thumb and finger clasped her nipple and squeezed (fairly hard) just as my tongue arrived and licked it. She let out a true gasp and bit my ear. We continued in this manner for God knows how long. I was in heaven, but I was still noticing how odd it was that I was trying to make her want me more and trying to make sure I was satisfying her every need. I kept thinking to myself, “why is this girl so important to you? Shouldn’t she think that way about you? You are the older one in the house etc….” None of my questions had good answers, so I tried to shut them out and concentrate on Sara’s magnificent body.
By now, we were lying down in my roommate’s bed. Sara was on her back wearing just her lacey panties. I was nestled at her chest alternating my playful licking, squeezing and caressing her unimaginably wonderful boobs! Honestly, I would have been content just to do that all night long. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t made a move to do anything else, or let her up for that matter for her to do anything else. I had been transfixed with playing with her boobs. I stopped, got up and said, “sorry,” and laughed. She gave me a confused look. “You’re sorry? Oh my God, you aren’t having second thoughts about this are you?” “No sweaty! I’m sorry that I have been so mesmerized by your wonderful boobs that I haven’t let you get up and I haven’t done anything else. I’ve just been so content!” That put a smile on her face. Without saying a word, she reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head. In complete surrender, I lifted my arms overhead so my T-shirt could slip off. But, after it was removed, I was a little shy or embarrassed. I had been pretty happy with my small, but perky tits, until now. But, I had just encountered the finest pair of breasts I had ever seen, let alone touched, and mine did not seem to compare too well. Instinctually, I raised my arms to cover my own breasts. Without saying a word, Sara reached for my arms, moved them aside, started kissing me and playing with my nipples. She was whispering into my ear, “I want you. Let me lick your breasts.” Now, usually, only in the right circumstances with the right guy do I like any “dirty talk” in bed. With her though, she could do no wrong. Everything she said, elevated my level of expectation and excitement. All I could mutter in return was, “yessss.” She twisted me around, laying me down in one motion and lowered her head to my left breast. She gave it a few tentative licks before placing her mouth around my entire left breast and then sucking the whole thing into her mouth like a vacuum. It was a shock but it felt good. She alternated between both of my boobs and licked my stomach. I was honestly in a frenzied state of excitement. I thought I would explode, but I let her do whatever she wanted. Whatever she was doing was working so I wasn’t about to stop her. Because I was laying on my back and her head was placed on my breasts, there was very little I could do to reciprocate the ecstasy she was delivering to my body. All I could really do was run my fingers through her long, beautiful blonde hair. While I was loving what she was doing, I was a little surprised that she hadn’t tried to progress things at all. I guess, like I had been, she was plenty happy doing what she was doing. Then, slowly, as she began to lick my stomach again, she made her way down, lower and lower. My panties were still on. When she reached them, she kept her mouth on top of them and let her breath excite me. She ran her fingers around the crotch of my panties. She licked my panties where they met my waist. It was driving me near orgasm, and I was waiting for the second she touched my pussy to let go and allow the orgasm to flood over me, releasing the ecstasy that had been building in me for SO long now. But she would not let that happen. She was so very careful NOT to directly touch my pussy. She was deliberately teasing me and she knew what she was doing. I muttered, “please!” I was begging for her to relent. She did not respond. Before I fully realized it, I was practically screaming, “Ohhhhhh, Godddd, please!” It startled me when I heard myself screaming like this. Holy shit I thought, “What the fuck is this girl doing to you?” Just then, she stopped her ministrations around my pussy. She slowly licked her way up my stomach, stopping to pinch and lick both of my breasts. She even gave the left one a slap! She made her way back up to my face. Her mascara and eye shadow were a little smeared. However, I noticed that it did not make her look bad, it made her look even sexier. She had the definition of “bedroom eyes.” She kissed me again. I just stared at her, both taking in her real beauty and wondering why she had stopped doing what she was doing; why she had opted not to let me get the release I was craving. My look must have been so wanton. She stood up. Involuntarily, I reached my arm out to grab her and not let her go. She just chuckled. When she stood up, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and removed them, letting them slip past her knees and fall to the floor. I strained to get my first peek at her pussy but the room was too dark. She started to move back towards the bed. I smiled, because I realized she was not through just yet. Just out of the corner of my eye, before getting back into the bed, I noticed that she reached for her panties.
Now, despite the state she had driven me into, I still had my panties on and she did not! I reached down to remove mine but she grabbed my arm and, with a smile, just shook her head no. She lowered her head to my boobs again. I was OK with that. As she played with my breasts, she got a little more aggressive. More and more, the bites she was giving my nipples were becoming stronger. I was surprised at how hard she was biting them but it was not to the point where it was unpleasant. Now, she was squeezing my right breast with her left hand as she licked it and bit at my nipple. Then, she brought her right hand up to my face. Before I knew it, she had placed her panties, her wet panties, under my nose. For the first time, I could smell her pussy. That smell, mixed with the alcohol, and the attention she was focusing on the other areas of my body, drove me over the edge. I began to cum. I was almost embarrassed that she was able to do this to me without ever even have touched my pussy. I tried to muffle my moans and keep this fact from her, but I trust she noticed. Next, she kissed and licked her way up to my left ear. As she bit my ear lobe she whispered, “I want you to lick them.” Subconsciously, I began to do as she told me. I started to lick the crotch of her wet panties that she was placing into my mouth. I thought, “what is this girl doing to me?” she had me so worked up that I would have followed any direction she would have given me. Instinctively, I reached up with my left hand to grab her panties, while still planning to lick them. Simultaneously, I reached down to my panties with my right hand in order to play with myself. Sara first grabbed my left hand and said, “No!” It came out like a military order. Then she paused, collected herself, and softly whispered into my ear, “I want to hold them.” I didn’t say anything, I just let my left hand fall to my side. Just then, I also felt her grasp my other arm/hand and stop me from touching myself. I offered no resistance. She had me under her spell. She folded my right arm and placed my hand on my right breast. I began to squeeze it and twist my nipple. In response, she grasped my other arm and placed it on my left breast. I did the same to that breast. It must have been quite a scene, I thought. If only my parents or one of my sorority sisters could have seen it all. Here I was, a leader in the sorority, taking orders from this barely 18 year old pledge who was making me fondle my own breasts and lick her soaking wet panties that she held in my mouth!
I really was in heaven. While surprised that this young little thing had gotten me so amazingly turned on, I was definitely enjoying it! I continued to taste her pussy via her soaking wet panties. I loved the taste and the smell. I so badly wanted to taste her directly. She whispered into my ear again, “close your eyes and just keep doing what you are doing.” I complied without resistance. I played with both of my breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching and twisting my nipples. She then pushed her panties farther into my mouth so that she no longer had to hold them in place. I did as instructed. With my eyes closed, I fondled my breasts and nipples and licked at the panties now stuck in my mouth. After some time frame, I became aware that she was no longer touching me. Carefully, I opened my left eye to just a slit. I was surprised that I was honestly scared to let her notice that I was opening my eyes, against her instruction. As I barely opened my eye, I purposefully continued to fondle myself and taste her panties. As my eye adjusted to the light, I could barely believe what I was seeing. She was standing beside the bed, one foot on the floor, the other knee resting on the bed. She had the pink camera that she had taken pictures with all night at the party in her hands. At first I thought she was waiting to take a picture of me, when I realized that she was actually filming me! “Oh my God,” I thought. “I am going to get into SO much trouble.” Then I relaxed a little bit. I had no reason to think she would do anything to harm me. She could get into trouble too. With that thought mostly put to rest, the thought of this barely 18 year old super hotty filming me playing with myself and licking her wet panties turned into quite a turn on. I thought about obviously opening my eyes and letting her know I was OK with her filming me, but I decided not to. I was going to let her get her kicks with this in any way she wanted. Seconds later, I could feel her crawling back into the bed. I couldn’t tell what she was doing, but, before I knew it, she had removed her panties from my mouth. Again, instinctively, I let out a quick, “no!” and reached for them. I heard her say, “don’t worry babe, I’ll replace my wet panties with something else.” I was a bit scared and I was very turned on. I had no clue what this wild thing next had in store for me. Next, I could feel her knees at my sides. Before I knew it, she had straddled my body and she was lowering her pussy to my face; to my mouth! My anticipation was extreme! Having tasted her and having become accustomed to her scent and taste, I was very eager to directly taste her sex. The first thing I noticed was her pubic hair making contact with my mouth, chin and nose. I was a little surprised because most of the girls in the sorority either shaved completely, left their bushes very neatly trimmed very short, or left a little “landing strip” unshaved. At this time, still hidden in my underwear, was my pussy with an unused landing strip. Her hair seemed very long. It was certainly very wet! I could smell her before her hair made any physical contact with me. This time, the smell was stronger than what had been deposited onto her panties. I loved the aroma of this girl! Slowly, but surely, she continued to lower her pussy towards my face and my lips. She seemed to pause for just a few seconds before letting her pussy make contact, causing me to let out an exasperated sigh, then she lowered herself the rest of the way. Finally! I was tasting this girl’s wonderful pussy directly. She ground her pelvis into my face as I licked every millimeter of her pussy. She was so wet that I could actually feel her cum running down my cheeks. (There’s another site for the sisters I thought). She had a nice clit that I would pinch between my teeth. She would moan or let out a sharp gasp when I did so. I reached up and placed my hands on her hips. I moved them so that I could lick her from her asshole to the bottom of her pussy, over all of it, over her clit, and then through her long pubic hair. She was finally in the same ecstasy I had been in earlier. In addition, my eyes had somewhat adjusted to the light. It was still a bit hard to see, but as I licked Sara’s glorious pussy, I was able to see that her long pubic hair was all blonde! I had never even seen a real, blonde pussy before, let alone, licked one! It was a very surprising turn on. She must have known that. It was obvious that she allowed her pubic hair to grow long and straight in the middle of her bush, but she had shaved the edges very precisely. It was truly an unexpected sexy vision.
As I continued to lick her pussy, Sara’s orgasm continued to build. Finally, she let out a loud yelp, grabbed my head from behind while grinding her pussy into my face and mouth. She gushed forth pussy juice into my mouth, on my lips, and on my cheeks. There was so much that I could feel it drip down my cheeks and face, all the while unable to remove my mouth because she had firmly grasped my head and held it there through her entire, long orgasm. Near the end of the flow of cum, she let out, “Oh fuck!” then collapsed onto the bed asleep. I made a quick trip to the bathroom to wash her cum off of my face. When I came back I could not help but notice the exquisite sight that lay in my bed. This tall, lean, barely 18 year old Texas freshman pledge was sprawled out completely naked in my bed. Her breasts were still glistening wet from my licks. Her long blonde hair partially covered her face. Her long blonde pubic hair was glistening in the small amount of light that made its way past the blinds in the window. It was quite a site! I crawled in bed next to her, cupped her large breast again and fell asleep myself. When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised to realize that I was totally sad that she had left without waking me or telling me, or fucking me! While not mad, it also registered that this girl had made me do things I had never done before but she had never returned the favor and gotten me off (other than the involuntary orgasm I tried to muffle.) I had licked her from head to toe, had licked her wet panties, had played with myself, while she filmed me, but she had not even touched my pussy! “WTF” I thought. Do you actually “LIKE” this girl? I was scared that the answer might be yes.
So, I got so wrapped up in telling the story about my first encounter with Sara that I got side-tracked! Reliving that experience got me so turned on though. I just had to finish the story! I will tell the other one soon! I hope you like this one. I have lots of stories about me and Sara.
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