The Truth Is
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Posted:Jun 26, 2011 9:49 am
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The truth is I've never fooled anyone, I've let you fool yourself.
You didn't bother to find out who and what I was.
Instead you would invent a character for me.
I wouldn't argue with you.
Obviously you were LOVING someone I wasn't.
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I love you Princess
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Posted:Oct 31, 2010 11:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2014 9:16 pm
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He closed the door behind himself as he entered the hallway. He absently sat his briefcase on the table. He was still very upset about this morning.
The night before had been wonderful. She had come home before he had. She was nude, preparing dinner when he came in. As soon as his plate was ready, she took her position, sitting on the table, his plate between her fat thighs. She remained there, as he fed her.
After dinner he tied her up tightly and comfortably on the sofa. She laid there, lost in her bonds as he finished the day's paperwork.
Finally they'd gone to bed. Her leash fastened securely to the headboard as he'd fucked her roughly, repeatedly. She'd fallen asleep with his cock still hard, still inside her.
Then there was her confession this morning. The wedding was only 3 months away. She had forgotten to finalize the order for her gown. She'd called the boutique and they had told her that they couldn't guarantee her gown would arrive in time for the wedding.
He was furious. He'd been reminding her constantly for the last 2 months. How could she have forgotten something so important? She kept insisting it wasn't her fault. She begged him not to be angry with her. She had called, she just hadn't spoken to the right person. When she hadn't heard anything for a few days, she called back. By then it was too late.
He had told her that she would be punished. She refused and stormed from the house. She had broken one of the most important rules of their union. She had agreed to accept punishment without anger.
He was about to place the bouquet of roses on the sofa when he saw her run down the hallway. He hadn't even heard the door open. He walked down the hallway to the bedroom, carrying the roses. He stopped at the foot of the bed, gazing at her silently.
She was already nude, kneeling on the bed, her hands cupping her large, firm breasts. His riding crop was on the bed in front of her. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please don't be angry with me Master. I tried to stop it. I really did. But it was too late. Whip me Master.. please whip me.."
She turned her back toward him and assumed her punishment position. Her large ass high, her arms outstretched, her head on the bed, turned to one side. He picked up the crop without speaking and began administering her punsihment. The crop raising red welts on her large, soft ass.
He reached their preset number of punishment strokes. She turned immediately.. wrapping her arms around him, kissing him passionately. She began unfastening his pants, pulling him toward her.
"Fuck me, Master. Use your , please!!"
He'd seen her like this before. Her need to be cleansed through punishment, then soiled confirming she was still his slut.
He plunged into her. Her fat pussy swollen with lust, soaked as always after a whipping. She wrapped her large thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He pounded harder, faster..
"Oh Master.. I love you.. don't ever stop loving me.."
He thrusted harder.. kissing her softly then looking in her eyes as he spoke to her..
"I adore you, princess. I always have.. I always will.."
She cried out as her muscles clamped down.. her juices spraying forth.. soaking his cock and balls.. He groaned as his hot seed splashed inside her.. coating her walls..
He collapsed next to her.. holding her close as they drifted off to sleep.
II
Her sudden movement startled him. He woke to find her sitting straight up in the bed. She was shivering. She picked up her clothes, dressed quickly and ran toward the door..
"I'm late Master.. I have to leave now.."
He glanced at the clock.. it was 9 am.. she was right.. He got up and followed her to the living room..
He called out.. "princess..."
He opened the front door.. but her car was already speeding down the street.. As he closed the door.. the phone began ringing. He ran to the kitchen to answer.
"Hello.."
"Is this Eric Swann?"
"Yes. It is."
"Mr. Swann, are you a relative of Amanda Kennison?"
"She's my fiance`. Who is this?"
"Mr. Swann, I'm Jack Reynolds with the Coral Heights police department. Ms. Kennison was killed in a car accident yesterday afternoon. I'm very sorry. Your name and number were the only contact information we found in the vehicle. We've been trying to reach you, but your phone line has been busy. We also sent a car by your home last night, but no one answered..."
He dropped the phone.. Off in the distance he heard a faint voice... "Mr. Swann? Mr. Swann??"
He walked to the bedroom. The bed was made.. obviously not slept in. He went back to the living room and found the bouquet of roses on the sofa. He went to the front door and found it was locked...
He sat.. slowly.. his back to the front door.. He saw it right away.. The silver locket he had given to her for her birthday.. It was on the floor. He had put it in his jacket pocket, intending to take it to the jeweler's to have the clasp fixed.. He began to cry.. calling her..
"princess..."
III
It was almost over. He'd read the headstone for what he'd decided was the last time. He slipped his hand into his pocket and was startled by what sounded like a 's laughter. He turned and saw the little girl just as she wrapped her arms around his legs. He knelt down to speak to her.
"Hi.. are you lost? Where is your mommy?"
The little girl kissed his cheek, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear..
"Please don't be angry with me Master. I tried to stop it. I really did. But it was too late."
He stood quickly... in time to see a woman coming toward him.. calling out.. "princess? princess, where are you?? There you are!"
The woman picked the little girl up quickly.
"Amy, don't you ever do that again! I'm sorry. We didn't mean to intrude. She wanted to visit the woman who..."
She stopped speaking when she read the headstone. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke.
"I'm so sorry. You must be her fiance`. She saved Amy's life. Our kitten got out. Amy chased her and was already in the street before I could get there. Your fiance` tried to stop.. but it was too late.. she swerved into the other lane and was hit by an oncoming car.."
He removed his hand from his pocket..
"Amy.. I had a princess. This belonged to her. She wanted you to have it."
He placed the locket into the little girl's tiny hand and whispered in her ear...
"I'm not angry princess. I adore you".
The woman turned to walk away as Amy wriggled free and ran back.. wrapping her arms around his legs and whispering...
"Thank you, Master. I adore you."
The end
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This is a work of fiction. Regardless of what one believes about life after a loved one's passing.. one thing is true..
We never know when our time here will be up. Make every effort to tell the person you love how you feel everyday.. a phone call, an email.
The last words you speak to them before parting, could be just that. The last words you speak to them.
This is dedicated to my love Jeff Ellison died September 26, 2010...I love you and miss you even more.
Be Well
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Lust in the Garden of Eden
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Posted:Sep 7, 2008 12:46 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2013 6:09 am
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Lust in the Garden of Eden:
Like so many relationships this one started on-line. The new singles bar has a
Keyboard and webcam these days. There are advantages and pitfalls to this type of
dating, but then again there are advantages and pitfalls to just about everything
in life.
After a week or two of chatting on line about a lot of intimate details of their
live,s Bruce and Teresa took the plunge and decided to meet up. Neither was
looking for any deep commitment, but both were looking for something and they were
curious. There is excitement in the unknown and the discovery, both mental and
carnal.
Bruce picked her up at her small apartment that she shared with some family members
and they drove around looking for place to chat. They settled on a franchised
eatery. It was late on a Sunday night and there weren't a lot of places open.
They ended up sitting at a small table sipping on some drinks and chatting away.
Only this time there were no keyboards or monitors. It was face to face, with all
the nuances of body language and eye contact. They were both intrigued.
Theresa was plump and curvaceous. She had been through a lot in life but still had
an optimistic outlook on things. Her eyes spoke of fear, rejection, longing and
lust. Like so many, the clock was ticking and the end was getting closer than the
beginning.
Bruce chatted away, eager to expound on his experiences and his view of the world.
He was analytical and liked to bounce things off others to see if their views might
give him more insight into the big picture. Theresa was something new and
different. A lost soul in the night and someone that seemed to be in a hurry to
grab all she could. She noticed his eyes tracing the curve of her shoulder and the
sway in her hips as she walked.
After about 45 minutes the small talk ran its course and they were both
satisfied that neither was a serial killer or had any outstanding warrants. It
was almost closing time at the neighborhood hangout so he paid the bill and they
both exited into the warm summer night. Bruce casually placed his arm around
Teresa's shoulder as they walked through the parking lot. In response, she put her
arm around his waist.
Bruce walked to the driver's side of his SUV to automatically unlock both the doors.
As he fumbled with his keys, Theresa looked up at him and said in a low voice, "Whats next".
Bruce realized there was a longing in her. A desire that needed to be quenched.
He felt it too. There are times when instinct takes over from logic.
There, between the cars, on a hot summer night, Bruce pushed Teresa up against his
car as he forcefully kissed her. His hands caressed her hips and she did not
hesitate to embrace his passion. Their tongues entwined as their bodies pressed
against one another.
What has been a smoldering spark quickly ignited into a white hot flame as Bruce's
hands moved over her waist and breasts. Teresa was more than willing to invite his
exploration and advances. "We had better get in the car." he said.
Once inside the confines of his SUV, they once again entwined in a passionate
frenzy of kissing and groping. In the semi-privacy of the car Bruce's hand entered
her blouse and released her breast. He dove onto the budding nipple with a
ravenous hunger as Teresa moaned in approval.
Bruce's only thought at the moment was to devour this woman who had awoken a desire
that had gone unsatisfied for much to long. At that moment, all Teresa desired was to
consume this animal and in the process, release his demons as well as her own.
After several minutes of suckling and kissing, they were aware that the owners of the
adjacent car had entered their vehicle and were preparing to leave. It was
evident that they would need someplace more private to complete their ritual.
As they drove through the darkened and deserted streets they were both restless.
Neither were patient at this point and they were not particular of where they could
go. Teresa's apartment wasn't an option since her family was there and Bruce lived
on the other side of town which was much to far away. Their desires would not wait
that long.
They finally found a chain motel near the freeway and pulled in. It was
clean and cheap. Not a resort, but a way stop for those traveling long distances.
As he was checking in, Bruce realized that he would have to call in sick the next day.
Once all was said and done, he would not be getting home the next morning until well after 10am.
The desk clerk eyed both of them and the look in her eye indicated that she knew
why they were there. Bruce and Teresa had a purpose for being there and it wasn't
sleep. She handed Bruce his credit card receipt and the room keys. Bruce and Teresa
wandered down the dimly lite and stark neon hallways to their room. He opened the
door and directed her into the chamber.
The room was small and austere. A bed, a recliner, a television and a table. It
was clean, dark and cool. It was perfect. They both paused for a moment,
questioning why they were there and what they were doing, but their desires
quickly overpowered their logic once more.
"I want you and I am going to have you", Bruce ordered Teresa.
"I'll help you undress", she responded.
Bruce walked to the recliner and started to remove his shoes and socks. Teresa
knelt beside the chair and began to unbuckle his belt and pull off his pants.
Bruce realized that Teresa was eager, as eager as he was. Once his pants had been
removed, Teresa quickly pulled down the front of his briefs, grabbed his stiffening
cock and plunged it into her mouth.
She quickly began to suck on his penis much to Bruce's surprise. He wanted to
make this last as long as possible. Teresa, looking forward to multiple orgasms,
wanted to bring Bruce to a climax as soon as possible.
"Whooa.... Not so fast", Bruce said has he lifted her from his lap. He
immediately noticed the longing and disappointment in her eyes. She wanted to suck
his cock, so why wasn't he going to let her?
"You get undressed as well, and then I'll tell you how to please me."
Teresa stood before Bruce and started to take off her clothes. As the fabric fell
away, a very Rubseneque woman was revealed. A woman unashamed and a woman
designed for pleasure. She was not a super model, she was a real woman.
Once she was freed from her covering, Bruce led her to the bed and told her to sit
on the edge. As she did her face became level with his waist as he stood over her.
He gently nudged the back of her head forward and his penis fell into her willing
mouth as if it were meant to be there all along. Teresa gently gorged on the
rigid shaft with relish. Bruce was not inclined to orgasm as a result of oral sex,
but Teresa was an exception. He quickly realized that this woman was different.
She had talent and skills that most woman lacked.
"Easy Teresa...I don't want to come yet."
She pulled away and stroked him with her hand, "Why not, I want you to cum." she
said, again with disappointment in her eyes and voice.
"I will, but when I want to, not when you want me to."
She lowered her head and consumed his cock again, slower this time,
but just as determined. She wanted him badly. Bruce could tell that she was
hungry to taste his cum. Hungry in a dangerous way.
After several minutes of felatio Bruce could feel his cock swelling toward orgasm
and pulled Teresa's eager mouth from his straining penis.
"Lay down", he ordered
Teresa instinctively reclined onto the bed and opened her legs to reveal a large
and well defined vagina that was already glistening with moisture. This was no
waxed and tanned bikini model. Teresa held forth a warm and inviting rose
before him and he was unable to resist her invitation.
He lowered himself between her legs and buried his face in the soft fur of
her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and overpowering. He reached his
arms under and around her thighs to spread her legs even further as his
tongue explored her. Again, instinctively, Teresa arched her back and then
moved her hips upward and raised her legs to offer as much of herself as
she could to Bruce. His hot breath and exploring tongue radiated waves of
energy that swept over her entire body. She laid back on the bed and
allowed her orgasm to flow over her like waves of an ocean.
Bruce lost track of time but eventually became aware that his cock was
throbbing wildly as he drank the sweet nectar from Teresa pussy. If he
didn't use it soon, he would orgasm right then and there. He couldn't let
that happen. He knew that he had to come 'inside' Teresa. He needed
to and she demanded it.
He quickly raised up, moved his hips forward as he held Teresa's ankles
up and apart. Teresa let him think he was in control. His penis guided
itself into her quivering flower. It fit like a warm wet glove and slid all
the way to it's base without any resistance. Teresa let out a sigh of relief as
she was finally able to consume him and make him one with her.
Once buried deep inside her, Bruce felt a wave of desire rush over him that he
had never experienced before. Suddenly, despite his best efforts to control
himself and prolong the moment, his hips started jerking uncontrollably. It was
as though Teresa was controlling him. She was going to make him cum, cum
hard and fast. There was no stopping it and he started to slowly moan as his
loins became an uncontrollable pile driver.
"Yes, Yes, fuck me hard!!!", Teresa moaned. "C'mon Bruce, Give it to me!,
Give it to me!, Cum in me, CUM, CUM, CUM!!!"
Within seconds Bruce had reached climax and his body shuddered as his load
of sperm shot forth and bathed the inside of Teresa's flooded pussy. She could
feel its warmth flow over her cervix as it jerked and pumped an endless stream
of warm fluid into her. She relished the feeling that she was able to release the
caged demons within her lover.
With her legs still high in the air and Bruce still buried deep within her, he leaned
over her and passionately kissed her. She could taste the nectar from her vagina
on his face. His hands wrapped around her waist and her legs lowered slightly as
his cock continued to jerk inside of her even though his cum had stopped flowing.
They would stay that way for almost 5 minutes, pressed together in a carnal embrace.
By the time Bruce lifted off of her it was still rock hard. She could tell by the way
it jerked and bobbed that it longed to remain inside of her.
Bruce fell limp next to her. In the cool dark confines of their hide-a-way, they
embraced each other as they strove to catch their breath. Teresa rolled from
the bed to attend to the aftermath of their love making session in the small bathroom.
Bruce rolled onto his back and marveled at the feeling of total relaxation that that
had come over him after he had released himself into Teresa. His penis was still
bobbing up and down on his stomach, like a wild beast striving to be released
from its cage.
Teresa exited the bathroom and before Bruce even realized it, had knelt between
his legs and taken his cock into her mouth again. She wasn't done yet. Her pussy
was still bathed in his cum and she wanted more. She wanted to make sure
he was freed of all his demons and strove to release what was left from his cock.
His penis was still sensitive from their love making session and Bruce instructed
Teresa to take it easy. His cock was still hard, but he was totally spent.
"You can satisfy your cravings for it, but don't suck to hard." he pleaded.
Teresa would not be swayed at this point. She had tasted the trailing of his
cum on his cock and knew that he still possessed more of the pearl white drug
in his loins. Her head bobbed faster and faster on his cock as her lips made perfect
suction around the swollen organ.
After about 40 seconds of masterful felatio, Bruce felt his testicles swelling once
again. He reached down to pull Teresa off his cock but she would not have it.
She could fell his cock swelling to orgasm again and she would not be denied.
She broke free of his hands and plunged down on his cock with a vengeance.
Bruce tried to move away, but she grasped his hips as her mouth continued to enslave him.
Once again Bruce swelled uncontrollably and the remains of his loins shot through
his cock like a red hot bullet and sprayed into Teresa's mouth. Bruce moaned
half in pain and half in ecstasy as he once again came into Teresa.
Teresa had descended onto Bruce one least time and suckled at his cock as
if it were a large nipple. Letting him drain the last drops of cum into her mother.
She savored his taste as she slowly swallowed every last drop. She rose on her
hands and knees and lay beside him.
Bruce looked at her with wide eyes and said, "You...you little bitch...."
"You needed that"...she cut him off, "...and so did I".
Within 5 minutes both of them were asleep in a small, cool, dark motel room
next to the freeway. Both were freed of their demons.
Several hours later Bruce stirred in the night. He was unfamiliar with the sounds
and surroundings in the dark night. He did not know what time it was, but her
recalled who was with him and what they had done. His penis had finally fell
asleep as well, and now he could finally relieve himself. He stumbled to the
bathroom in the darkness.
Returning to the bed, he found Teresa laying on her side in the twilight. He gently
rolled her over on her back. Even in the fog of sleep, she opened herself to him.
He laid on top of her as his penis instinctively found her vagina once more. But
this was slow, passionate love making. Her lips parted as his cock slide inside her.
Joined as one once more they slowly and rhythmically made love in the early morning
darkness until both reached orgasm. They did not speak, they did not kiss.
They were slaves to their desires. As long as they were within reach of one another
they would make love every few hours. Their bodies demanded it.
In the morning they awoke and checked out of the motel. The previous night
was a fuzzy memory for both of them. They had both collided that evening.
Nature had taken over and directed them, like Adam and Eve in the beginning.
The surroundings had changed, but the basic instinct was still there.
Circumstances would prevent them from revisiting the Garden of Eden, but it
would remain with them for the rest of their lives.
This meeting happened over 5 yrs ago...Bruce sent me his memory of our encounter...we have remained friend till this day...we had one moment in time...but one that has left a long lasting memory.
Teresa
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I Served My Mastr Well
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Posted:Nov 4, 2010 1:54 pm
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2014 9:19 pm
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I stretch my legs as far as they can go. My toes just barely touch the ground and my calves are aching.
My hands are tied together and are straining above my head, and I am hanging from a hook suspended in the rafters of the old barn.
I open my eyes and see them both. 2 men. One I serve, one I don't really know. Riding crops in hand, they are naked and their cocks are hard.
He reaches is arm in the air and I can hear the whistling of the
leather, knowing it will shortly snap against my skin. My night gown is in tatters on my body. My nipples are hard. Dew is on my thighs.
I feel and welcome the burning pain, the heat engulfs me and I feel the delicious sensation radiate down to the secret little place between
my legs.
Another snap and then another. I feel wetness on my bum and know the skin has been opened. My world begins to go black around the edges.
When I wake, I am lying on my back and I wonder what is prickling me. I am laying on a bale of hay, my legs spread wide and my Master stands between them. He caresses my face and I know I have done well.
His cock is large and throbbing and I feel it begin to enter my
moistness and I welcome him. He turns my head and I see the body of the other man, his cock only inches from my face.
I know what Master wants. My mouth opens and I accept the
strange cock, sucking it deeply. The Stranger thrusts in, not wanting to be kind. He is about to his edge already, after flogging me, watching me squirm and struggle not to scream. My nightgown in tatters shows my nipples plainly and he is watching Master entering my glowing pussy.
Master's hand is on my tummy, the other twisting a just
spanked and reddened nipple. I try to draw in a breath, but the
stranger's cock is buried too deeply in my throat. I lay quietly, pleased they are using this slut for their pleasure. Pleased to know I had done well.
The stranger snaps his fingers and I look up at him. He smiles down at me and whispers 'you will take it all'. I nod, the best I can. I know he means he is about to cum in my mouth, spending his river of delicious juice. There is no need for me to assure him. He knows how well trained I am.
My hand comes up and I gently caress his heavy hanging balls, gently rolling them in my hand. I see the Stranger's eyes begin to roll back in his head and I ready my mouth for the spurts of delicious cum he will be blessing me with.
4 pumps into my mouth, then he stands still and allows himself to empty, with a loud groan. He whispers 'good girl' as he slumps back on the next bale of hay. His attention turns to my Master.
My hands reach up to him and I caress Master's hard nipples
and his beautiful hairy chest. I gently tug on his shoulders. He will allow me this one pleasure. To feel his big heavy body lay heavily on mine, to feel him totally control me. His cock is buried deeply, his body on mine. His big arms surround me and he whispers in my ear "I love you Princss" and he tenses. I welcome his seed.
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Girls Just Want to Have FUN!!
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Posted:Nov 3, 2010 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2014 4:40 pm
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I walked into my house, home from school. I stopped at the front door, sniffing. My nose immediately recognized the
scent of Heather.Heather was an older woman, a Domme friend of my Daddy/Dom. I hadn't seen her in a few months and wondered where she had
been.Heather was of Scottish decent. Her hair was the deep red of some Scots. Her bosom was full and her nipples were
always taut and swollen. She had little circles of steel through each one and I remembered how stranger the steel had
felt in my mouth when I first suckled upon her breasts.She always wore long skirts, nothing on underneath, ready to bare her cunt for me to kneel for and lick to a hot climax."I brought you a present, my wee lassie" Heather was full of joy at seeing me.I remember being excited, clapping my hands. "What did you bring me?""Ahhh, too much, ye know I always bring you too much." I remember
Heather shaking her head in pretend disgust at herself. "Mayhap I
should save some for your birthday or Christmas?" "NO!" was the
shrieked reply, and she took my hand, leading me to my bedroom.My bedroom was still one for a young girl. Colours, beautiful colours. Unicorns painted on the walls and angels
looking down from above. I knew this girl was truly loved. I loved it this way, reminding me of my childhood.We looked through all the packages, opening dolls and teddy bears to
guard me and sit on my dresser. Heather had brought me shorts and
summer tops. Suddenly I remember reaching for a long, square box and
felt Heather's hand go over mine to still it for a second.I looked up into Heather's eyes and watched the woman change.
Watched the woman become that other person that she kept deep inside.
"Open this carefully, me darlin'. These are for a mature knowing woman.
Decide if you are that woman
before you put them on."Nodding, but confused, I opened the box. Inside was crisp white
paper, surrounding a flash of sparkling red. Slowly I peeled back the
paper and gasped. There, inside, was the most beautiful, most sexy pair
of high heeled stiletto
shoes I had ever seen. The pumps shone with flecks of red crystal and
the strap was dainty where it would wrap around my ankle. They
glistened almost like a snake skin. I picked one up out of the box and
rubbed it against my face.The woman watching reached under my chin and lifted my face. Heather
later told me she could see in my eyes the same thing that was in her
own. Unbridled lust. "Remember sweet one, the moment you put those on
your feet, your fate is sealed. You will be a woman with all the
woman's wants and needs. Remember, as strong as you are, I am stronger."I stared into the eyes of the beautiful woman and then, slowly, nodded. Heather rose up from the bed and went to
the door. She turned and looked at me, sitting, thinking. "I will leave you alone for a bit sweet one, and you can
decide." She left the room and closed the door.Heather hummed a song as she moved around the kitchen. She was
dressed rather provocatively, long skirt, halter top and nylons. On her
feet were shoes to match the ones in my room, only black. 4" heels.
Deep black, feet of a .She heard a nervous little giggle and she turned, staring. I stood
in front of her. I was dressed much like herself. A long little skirt,
nothing under. A top, underneath a heaving chest, big nipples pointed
as to ask for a deep
sucking. My legs were bare, but on my feet were the red stiletto heeled
shoes, pitching my hips forward and causing me to walk like I
desperately needed to be fucked.Heather walked to me and gathered me into her arms, dropping her
head to my face and kissing me deeply. I remember welcoming the kiss
and returning it. Our tongues pushed against each other and danced. The
kiss deepened and we pulled apart only when my knees got weak and I was
ready to collapse from the passion.Heather's hand went to where my nipples were hard and pointed out,
clearly showing through my shirt. Her small female hand cupped my
breast and her thumb rose to stroke my nipple, her lust filled mind
hearing my groans. "Tonight baby, tonight you are mine" she hoarsely
whispered and I nodded. --
We went to the mall, dressed like matching sluts. It made us feel powerful to have men follow us, men lust after us.I was giggling about the man-mess on the side of the car. One man had followed us through the mall and then out to the
parking lot. Heather had parked in a back corner and she and I had walked quickly, giggling at him following us. We
had gotten into the car and Heather had locked the doors, but then we sat in the car waiting. The man walked up to the
car and looked inside. Heather had smiled at him and slowly reached over to me, sitting in the seat beside her. I spread
my legs and Heather pulled up my skirt until my pussy was visible. We could hear the man groan through the sealed
window of the car.Heather kept a smile on her sexy lips as she reached to me, pulling
my legs wider open. She reached touched my bare pussy lips and we heard
the man moan again. Heathers fingers parted my lips, and the shine from
the lap post glistened against the wetness between my legs.Heather slid one finger inside, then two. Movement outside the car
made her turn her head and she realized the man had opened his fly and
was rubbing his hard cock, his fist wrapped around the shaft.Making sure the man could see clearly, Heather pulled me into her
arms, kissing me deeply while gently sliding her fingers in and out of
my pussy. Moving back, Heather pulled up my shirt and exposed my big
puckery pink nipples to the man's gaze, and that is when we heard it.A moan.The moan became a groan.The groan became a sharp, cut off exclamation of absolute pleasure as the man swiftly rubbed his cock in his hand
and ejaculated against the side of the car.As his consciousness returned to him, he looked around carefully to
make sure no one had seen him masturbate as he
watched the 2 sluts in the car. We were were smiling and giggling as he
quickly shoved his cock back in his pants and hurried away.**
"Go into your Daddy/Dom's bedroom girl. It is time. I hope you are
sure about this" Heather looked deep into my eyes. I hoped I looked
sexy. I was dressed as a . Nipples pointing. Legs spread. Red slut
shoes on my feet.Without speaking I turned and went down the hallway and through the door at the end, closing it quietly. Heather
went into the washroom and primped, fixing her hair. Standing in front of a full length mirror, she slowly disrobed.Watching herself as her clothing dropped to the floor. Her nipples were so hard and she touched them gently. Her hands
slid down her belly to the bare cunt she knew would be pleasured shortly. A moan escaped her lips. It was time.She walked to the bedroom door, the silence in the apartment
overwhelming. Her walk was slut-like. Long strides,
naked. Wearing only her own pair of slut shoes. High stilettos. Heather
could hear my deep breathing as she stood at the door, looking in. The
bed was king size and was the focal point of the room. It was covered
with a silk spread, golden in colour. There were pillows there, many
strewn about like they had been thrown into the bed, all soft golden to
match the spread. It had both a head board and a foot board, 4 posts
for the pleasure of the owner.The only light was the gentle moon glow from the window.I lay in the middle of the bed. I was naked, as ordered. My chest
was moving up and down, deep breathing. My long hair was spread across
the bed, the blonde glistening against the gold. My nipples had
hardened from laying on the cool silk and from what I knew was about to
happen. Heather's eyes wandered down my body. The body she knew so
well, but had only seen when the girl was pleasuring Daddy/Dom. now,
the body that was about to become hers.My arms were spread wide. My head was still, staring up to the ceiling of the room. I could see myself in the
mirrors above. My legs were also spread and my sex was very visible. I had the cunt lips of a . My cuntal lips
looked swollen and battered as if I had been well used in my life, and of course I had. My clit is prominent, already
swollen and poking out from the folds. My mons was bare. My feet were still encased in the shiny red slut shoes.Heather walked to the dresser beside the bed and picked up the
leather laces there. I remember reaching my hands out, and laid still
while they were tied to the posts of the bed, my arms spread wide.
Heather pulled my body down, so that my feet were almost touching the
foot board.Heather crawled to the bottom of the bed and sat, her back against
the foot board. The wood was cold and her nipples showed it. She spread
her legs wide, so that they were on either side of my body.I remember staring at her.I saw a beautiful red head. Full breasted. Dark pointed nipples. Flat belly. Rounded womanly hips. Bare cunt.
Prominent clit. Sitting spread legged, her back resting against the foot board.Heather saw a me. Dark pointed nipples on my full breasts. Bare
cunt. Prominent clit. Laying on the middle of a large bed, hands tied
to the top.Heather smiled at me. She didn't ask if I was ready for what was to
happen. She, at this point, didn't care. I had chosen. It was too late
to turn back now.I remember smiling back at her. I was scared, any person is scared of the unknown.Slowly Heather reached for my left foot, still encased in the
scarlet shoe. She raised the my foot and brought it towards her face.
She placed the bottom of the shoe on her forehead, which put the sharp
point of the stiletto right at her mouth. As I watched, her tongue came
out to lick. She licked again. Soft flicking tongue reaching out and
caressing the end of the leather point. Suddenly she pulled the shoe
just a bit closer and slid the tip of the point into her mouth, sucking
as if she was pleasuring a man. Deeper and deeper she slid it, until
the entire 4" of the heel was firmly encased in her sucking, pleasure
seeking mouth.She drew in deeply, sliding down a bit in the bed. She was still sitting, but her legs were spread like a .One finger was caressing her clit as the other hand held my foot,
pumping the heel in and out of her mouth. I watched the woman, I
remember being absolutely fascinated. Suddenly Heather pulled the heel
from her mouth. It shone in the moon
light, covered in spit. Heather lowered the shoe and pulled me towards
her. She pressed the bottom of the shoe between her legs and with their
eyes never moving from mine, she slid the pointed heel into her wet
pulsing cunt. "Fuck me baby. Fuck my cunt with your slut foot." I did as I was told, the older woman guiding my leg in a motion as old as time. In and out, at first gently.. then moving faster until the heel of my red sparkling slut shoe was ramming in and out of her wet hole. Heather began to grunt. Her eyes were closed now, head thrown back. Her entire soul was centered on the core of her being. The sharp stiletto heel of the slut shoes fucking her into an intense orgasm. She was going to cum and cum hard. "Yes baby, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss FUCK MY CUNT YOU SLUT! FUCK MY HOT WET HOLE BITCH"It hit her then, beginning deep inside. Pure pleasure. Spreading out to her body, her nipples, her tummy."AHHHHHHHHHHHH yessssssssssssssssssss cummmmmmmmmingggggggggg
yesssssssssssssssssss fuckkkkkk yessssssssssss FUCKKKKKKKK
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"Heather's body thrashed on the bed, but her hands held the shoe firmly in her slippery pussy passage.I watched as the orgasm shook her, enjoying seeing her pleasure. I waited quietly for the woman to come back
to this world. It would then be my turn.Heather gave a deep sigh of contentment. So good. Such a good cum.
It was not only the feel of the heel deep
inside her cunt, but the knowledge of what was about to happen. She
licked her lips and opened her eyes. She let the heel slip out of her
cunt and she laid there a second, letting her breathing return to
normal.Heather got up on her knees and reached for me. She undid the strap
and slid the shoe from my foot. She held the shoe in her hand as she
crawled up in the bed and laid beside me.She placed the shoe on my heaving tummy and gathered me into her
arms. Kiss after kiss was rained down on my face, followed by licks of
my cheeks and lips. She reached down and took the slut shoe in her one
hand and brought the shoe to my face. I remember laying quietly as
Heather traced my face with the heel, slightly scratching the surface
of my skin, but not hurting me.She ran the heel over my eyes, around and down my upturned nose,
across my cheeks and then brushed it gently across my full lips."Suck it baby girl. Suck my cum off of this slut shoe". I opened my
mouth, accepting the heel in without question. "Does it taste good
slut? Do you like the taste of woman cum?" She smiled at me and I kept
trying to suck it further into my mouth. "You suck cock so good, don't
you baby girl? You have learned, this heel is just a little tiny cock,
from what your mouth is used to, isn't it slut? You are a cum
usually, aren't you, you little bitch?" I nodded. The woman was
speaking the truth, we both knew it."Get it all wet baby, you know where it is to go next, don't you?" I
nodded. I knew. My tongue worked all the way around, gathering spit
from my mouth and depositing it onto the heel. My mouth opened and
Heather pulled the pump out. "Good girl, now spread your legs baby."Heather kneeled up on the bed and spread her legs. She moved one leg
over me, so that she was straddling my body, facing my feet. As she
kneeled high above me, she watched my legs slowly start to part. "Good
girl, do as you are told".The shoe was in her right hand. She moved back so that she was
sitting astride my face below her. She didn't lower herself, instead
she bent over me, and rested the shoe on my nipple that was now
pointing so hard. She began to circle the heel of the shoe around my
nipple, watching it plump up even more."That's it slutty girl, close your eyes. Feel the heel baby, enjoy
its caressing of your skin". She moved to the other nipple and rubbed
the heel across it as well, watching it grow to join the other.As she began to settle her wet bare cunt down onto my face, her hand
began to push the heel into my soft skin. Heather heard me whimper
under her, but I didn't move.Heather's pussy was dripping cum from her orgasm and she slowly
dropped her cunt down, feeling my soft lips. With her hand, she began
to push the heel harder. Still circling the nipple. Harder, harder. The
skin was now red under where the heel had been. As she circled both
nipples, back and forth, the skin broke in places, and tiny drops of
blood
appeared.Heather felt me squirm under her weight and she settled her cunt
firmly on my face, grinding her clit into my sucking mouth. The heel
was then dragged across my belly, leaving a red welt raised on the soft
skin. The shoe was now at my cunt, legs spread.Heather did to me, just as she had done to herself. As she reached
my mons, she caressed it with the sharp heel of the shoe, then slid the
heel up and down my parted lips. Finding my hole, she thrust the heel
into me and heard my sharp cry."STOP whimpering, you slut. You fucking . TAKE THE HELL BITCH,
take it all" she sharply said as the thrusting began in earnest. In,
pull out. Every push in, the heel scratched the sides of my cunt. Every
draw out she took a deep breath, waiting for it to go back in, and it
did.The woman ground her cunt into my mouth and furiously fucked me with
the heel of the sparkly red shoe. Wetness glistened on the sides of my
legs, mixed with a small amount of blood leaking from my pretty little
cunt hole."Are you ready bitch? I am ready, it is time. It is time for you to
become the true slut that you were born to be. NOW SLUT, NOW"As Heather screamed the words out to me, she pulled the heel from my
pussy and drove the sharp leather stiletto into my sweet tight ass
hole. I thrust up under her as I tried to get away from the pain. My
movement drove Heather wild with lust. She began to me in 2 ways.
Her bare cunt was driven into my mouth and her hand began to pound the
sharp heel into my ass hole.She used me for her own lust, as is her due. Grinding her cunt and down onto my face and driving the heel into my
soft bum was erotic to this Domme. She had waited so long for this. She was going to cum so hard on my face."Take it BITCH. You are now OPEN. OPEN as a slut can be. Fuck the
shoe bitch. Take the heel into your tight little asshole. You are a
fucking . Take it. Take it."Heather's screams increased, her lust came to a boiling point. "YES BITCH!! Worship the shoe. FUCK THE SHOE.TAKE THE SHOE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I am going to cum all over your little cunt face. Drink my cum BITCH. DRINK IT
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLI remember how loud .. The scream was echoing off the walls in the
bedroom. The woman collapsed onto me. I rolled into a fetal position,
the heel of the glistening red shoe still firmly embedded in my ass
hole. The woman was exhausted, her pussy cum running down her legs.Heather turned around and gathered me into her arms. She kissed my face, over and over then licked her cum off my face. "Such a good girl. Such a good girl. Who loves you baby? Tell me who loves you?"My pain filled eyes opened just a bit."You love me Heather"
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CHECKING IN -
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Posted:Oct 29, 2010 9:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2011 9:27 am
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Checking In -
She hung up the phone, sat down and went back to watching her movie. It was 9 PM. Just 2 hours and her shift would be over.
She wore her rdish blnde hair curly today. Black eyeliner framed her big blue eyes. She wore a black top that fit snuggly around her very large breasts. Her black skirt covered shapely, fat thighs and fell just above her knees. As she sat down, she could tell that her black silk panties were soaked.
She was having a hard time focusing her thoughts. Her loneliness had become much more intense lately and increased her sexual hunger. She was extremely horny. She was about to go to the bathroom and masturbate for the fourth time of the day, when he walked through the door.
He was a husky, black man. His head was shaved. He had light brown eyes. A mustache and goatee, peppered with grey, framed beautiful full lips.
She stood, smoothed her skirt and moved to the desk.
"Hey there. Can I help you?"
He smiled as he spoke in a deep, somewhat commanding voice.
"Hi. Do you have any rooms available?"
Her voice was shaky as she responded. "How many in your party?"
He smiled again, his eyes falling to her ample cleavage. "Just me."
She looked down, her cheeks flushing a bit. "Smoking or non?"
"Non-smoking please."
"I have a King Suite with fireplace and jacuzzi on the 5th floor. It's $79.99 a night. I can take you up and show it to you if you like."
"Yes. I'd like to see it, please".
She smiled and locked the register. She grabbed the room key, stepped around the desk and walked toward the elevator, deliberately swaying her hips as he followed.
They stepped into the elevator. She pushed the "5" button and the elevator started heading up.
He could tell she was trembling. She was very nervous. She tried to talk to him to calm herself.
"Are you in town long?"
"Yes, I'll be here for about 5 days."
"Oh. If you stay that long, I know I can give you a special rate, but you can't tell nobody."
She chuckled a little as she smiled.
He looked at her and smiled himself.
"Would you really do that for me?"
"Oh yes sir. I would."
They stepped out of the elevator and he followed her to the room. She unlocked the door, held it open for him and closed it behind them once they were inside.
He looked around the room for a few moments. He was facing away from her as he spoke.
"This is very nice."
She smiled as she spoke.
"I'm glad you like it."
He turned and began walking toward her. She began trembling as she backed away. She felt the bed behind her. She was trapped.
He stopped just a few inches away from her as he whispered.
"You're a nasty, fat, white . Aren't you?"
She tilted her head and looked into his eyes, speaking softly.
"I can be."
He reached out with his right hand, lifting her top and pulling her bra up at the same time. Her big, heavy breasts fell free.
She moaned softly as he squeezed her big tits roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples as they became erect.
He turned her around, so she was facing the bed. He pushed her gently so she fell forward, her palms down on the bed. He kicked at her feet, forcing them apart so her legs were spread. Then he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down around her knees.
She trembled as she heard him unzip his pants. She pushed back as she felt the head of his thick, black cock stretching her fat, wet, aching cunt open.
He grabbed her hips and began thrusting roughly as she moaned and cried out. Her fat tits bounced and slapped together as he slammed his thick, black cock into her. She spoke in a whisper.
"Please hurt me."
He fucked her hard and fast. Her fat cunt began to spasm as her juices ran down her thighs, soaking his cock and balls as she cried out in orgasm.
He moaned loudly as he exploded inside her, filling her fat, sticky cunt with his hot, thick cum. He pulled out of her and zipped his pants. He helped her stand and turned her to face him. He pulled her bra and top back down.
She adjusted her breasts in her bra as he spoke.
"I'll take the room, for the full five days. But I have two requests."
She smiled as she spoke.
"What would that be?"
He squeezed her breasts gently as he spoke.
"First, you leave your panties here with me. And second, you bring my credit card back to me when you get off tonight."
She placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she stepped out her of panties. She knelt down, picking them up, and handed them to him, along with the room key.
He handed her his credit card and walked her to the door. She walked back to the elevator. Her legs were weak, she was trembling all over.
She stepped into the elevator and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes, moaning softly as she squeezed her large breasts.
She smiled as she felt his cum running down her thighs. The elevator started on it's way down. It was 9:30 PM. Less than 2 hours and her shift would be over.
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THE POWER OF SUBMISSION
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Posted:Aug 6, 2010 1:35 pm
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The Power of Submission
In submission we are at last free to value other people. Their dreams and plans become important to us. We have entered into a new, wonderful, glorious freedom - the freedom to give up our own rights for the good of others. For the first time we can love people unconditionally. We have given up the right to demand that they return our love. No longer do we feel that we have to be treated a certain way. We rejoice in their successes. We feel genuine sorrow in their failures. It is of little consequence that our plans are frustrated if their plans succeed. We discover that it is far better to serve than to have our own way. The touch stone for understanding submission is surrendering ones self, to deny ones self. Almost instinctively we draw back from these words. We are much more comfortable with self-fullfillment and self-actualization, than the words self-denial. Self denial conjures up in our minds all sorts of images of groveling and self-hatred. We imagine that it most certainly means rejection of our individuality and will probably lead to various forms of self-mortification.
On the contrary, when we are in service, submission, this is where our self-worth lies. Self-denial is simply a way of coming to understanding that we do not have to have our way. Our happiness is not dependent upon getting what we want but dependent in our submission and our love of service.
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Anight in the Dark
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Posted:Feb 9, 2010 9:37 pm
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You walk up to her door not knowing what to expect...there is a scarf hanging on the door knob with a note telling you to put it on over your eyes and then knock...you knock...you hear the door open and with not a word said you feel this soft warm hand take yours and leads you into the room...she give you a soft gentle kiss and a soft sensual voice you have become familiar with welcomes you. She guides you gently to a seat your not to sure a couch, a chair. You have never laid eyes on this woman even though you feel you know her through your many communications, through email and phone conversations. You feel her, you can smell her... your senses are extra sensitive...she leans up to you and whispers in your ear to lay back, relax.. she can feel you're anxious, nervous not to sure of your surroundings since she still has you blind fold. You can feel her, kissing you gentlely on the neck, chest, she whispers what she is about to do to you...asking you to only remove your blind fold just as you are to climax and look into her eyes...and what she does and how she gets you to climax is my secret until that day...so what do you think?
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A 1000 Kisses Darling
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Posted:Apr 19, 2009 10:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2014 9:29 pm
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[COLOR silver]You walk in the room and you can see me there...legs spread... my fingers exposing the slit then gently opening the pussy lips to show you my clit...you tell me to rub it and show Master how much I desire Him.. I begin rubbing and twisting the clit now as my lust builds I whisper under my breath OHHHHH FUCK...you walk to me and tell me just what a dirty little slut I am... that you may have to taste that sweeet pussy if I do a good job masterbating for you. I look into your eyes and see exactly what I need to see: the power, the strength and your lust all blended together to take me to that place where I can let go, release ... explode...My breathing quickens...you say "Spank that kitty"...I begin to spank my clit hard, harder than you had anticipated ... your cock is getting so hard that you could feel your asshole pucker...the sight of me beating my own pussy. A deep moan climbs from my throat from my belly and I open and it echoes forth. You know I am getting close and you drop to your knees and start sucking my clit furiously matching my heat and passion with your own. As you feel me begin to cum in your hungry mouth , you slide three fingers deep into my pussy and your pinky into my ass at the same time...while you take my clit between your teeth to complete the tri-fecta that will cause me to flood your mouth with my sweet nectar.....................and I do and you smile and whisper...a 1000 kisses darling!
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The Autum Tour-Part 2- Part 1 Lust in the Garden of Eden
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Posted:Oct 16, 2008 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2011 10:23 am
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Please be sure and read part 1 first...Lust in the Garden of Eden
Teresa was a bit frantic. Things had happened so suddenly that she was excited and nervous all at the same time. She rushed around the room, hiding dirty laundry, making things look neat, glancing at herself in the mirror as she passed by it over and over. She was second guessing herself over and over. About her looks, about her decisions and about the future.
It was autumn in Michigan. The top floor window was open and the cool breeze was blowing through the bedroom. The leave shuddered and fell from the branches at an ever increasing rate. It was a beautiful time of year in the Midwest and he had called 30 minutes ago as he was driving into town.
He was the man that she had met 4 years prior. That one night stand that had burned into their brains. The one that set a standard and that she had been subconsciously rating all other men she had known ever since. His name was Bruce and they had had only brief encounters via phone and e-mail during the years, but had not seen each other since that night. Now that was going to change. He was traveling across country on a vacation and had swung north toward Chicago and continued on toward her. He would be here any minute. What would happen? She knew what she hoped for, but she did not know. He said he was going to stop by and say high on his way east. It was 2pm in the afternoon.
Teresa forced herself to slow down and sit on the bed to collect her thoughts. "This isn't any big deal." she thought. There is nothing to worry about. You know him, he knows you. You are 'just' old friends that had a 'fling'. As she tried to calm her nerves she felt the butterflies in her stomach and her skin tingled under her rope. Her nipples hardened involuntarily under her rope, she wrung her hands and waited. It wasn't long before she heard the throaty exhaust note of a car that she knew did not belong in the neighborhood. She quickly walked to the window and looked down through the trees at the front of the house. There, parked across the street was a low slung red sports car. The door opened and Bruce emerged, wearing a black leather coat and jeans. He stretched, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it and then glanced at the house and then crossed the street.
As he reached the lawn he looked up and saw Teresa leaning out the window looking at him, smiling. "Hey there stranger!", she yelled. Bruce looked up and froze for a moment, then smiled broadly and chuckled, "Teresa, you haven't changed a bit!". Theresa wondered what he found so funny, until she looked down and realized that she was displaying almost all of her ample, bra-less cleavage to the world as she leaned out the window. She started to turn bright red in the face and yelled, "I'll be right down!."
She flew down the stairs and opened the front door. Bruce stood under the awning with a big grin and a hearty "I'm so glad I decided to stop by!". He opened the screen door there they embraced in a passionate hug. His 5'10" frame smelled of leather and Old Spice and his long arms wrapped around her firmly. Teresa hoped the hug would never end. He eventually released her and planted a delicate kiss on her lips as he pulled away. "Its good to see you again", he said in a calm and deliberate tone.
Teresa walked him through her rented home. Showed him the kitchen, the back yard, talked about her work and the weather and how she hoped to one day move on. They moved upstairs and so he could see her bedroom and the way that she could look out among the trees when the colors changed. She did not realize it, but she was giggle and giddy like a school girl, babbling and talking nervously as Bruce listened and followed her with his eyes.
As she stood before the window where she had leaned out to greet him, the cool afternoon breeze ruffled her rope and some beams of sunlight filtered through the fabric to outline her frame with a sort of glow.
"Time has been good to you Teresa, you are just like I remembered you 4 years ago in that hotel room, only more so."
Teresa blushed and felt the blood rush to her head. Without realizing it she reached up caress her breast as he starred at her in the evening sunlight, "....really?" she whispered.
Bruce walked over to her and motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I don't have much time Teresa, I have to leave soon."
He stood before her, tall and domineering.
"You need to do it, and you need to do it now, while there is still time." he ordered
She looked up at him for a moment, not sure of anything as her head was swimming with emotion and confusion.
Bruce reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it. Teresa mind suddenly snapped back to reality and she realized what was going on. She couldn't let the opportunity pass or the need go unsatisfied. It had been over 4 years since the last time and she had to act while she still had him here.
She quickly grabbed his belt buckle, unfastened it, undid his jeans and unzipped the fly. As she did, his errect penis fell into view, inches before her. Like a golden rode being presented to her, she took it without hesitation. Her old training and desires leaped from deep within her. She plunged Bruce's stiffened cock into her mouth and started the process by which she would take this man into her and devour him. She wanted his essence and his power to flow into her and within moments those desires and cravings had come back to her full force. Just like that night in the hotel room 4 years earlier.
Bruce swelled more and more as she rhythmically stroked him deeper and deeper toward the back of her mouth. There was momentary gaging as her saliva drooled onto him and down his legs. She felt his hands come to rest on the back of her head as his back arched and he started to let out deep, lingering groans.
He was hers again! All her's and soon he would give her his seed. The seed that was so precious and powerful. She had forgotten how much she craved it, how important it was.
After about two minutes, she could sense his hips beginning to shudder and he tried to pull away from her, but she fell to her knees from the bed and grabbed him around the waste, burying her face between his legs. He let out a mighty groan as he tried to say the word 'No'...but it was to late. With all her might, she plunged his cock to the back of her throat and sucked on his shaft until Bruce screamed and bent over her as his penis jerked uncontrollably within her mouth.
Soon after she felt the warm trickle of his sperm leaking into the back of her throat as his cock spasmed and he flinched uncontrollably in her grasp. After he was spent, he fell forward onto the bed with a pained look on his face. He rolled over, contorted on the sheets with his penis still exposed and twitching.
"Ohhhh, we both needed that, didn't we Teresa?" he moaned.
She laid beside him in the bed and fondled his still throbbing cock...."Yes, I had forgotten how much I needed it. Thank for coming back to me."
She did not know how much time he had, but what ever time was left, she knew what it would hold, and by the time he left, both of them would remain satisfied for a long time.
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