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Chapter 1

Afterglow – David’s Fantasy

I was lying there bathed – no wallowing, luxuriating – in the warm afterglow of some absolutely fabulous sex. No, what we had done was much more than that – the things we had shared, and the feelings experienced while doing them had lifted us out of that often quite mundane activity – we had truly, truly, been making love.

Alissa was young, in fact by my middle-aged standards she was very young – and until a few hours earlier the mere idea that I might even spend time alone with her would have seemed perfectly ridiculous. But now, after what in hindsight seemed a most improbable set of circumstances, I had – and not only that, I had spent most of it in her bed!

She may have been young, her body still in that first flush of mouth-watering feminine curvaceousness, but both she and it were neither virginal, nor lacking in creative audacity – and in the hour or so we had been there she had drained me, both figuratively and, by the feel of the state of my body, quite literally.

I’m not certain of what I was thinking, or even if I was even capable of thought – maybe I was wondering just how long my body would need to rest before I could even attempt starting again. But then her voice broke through the clouds of pleasure-filled satiation that were drifting through me.

‘So what do you usually do now? Go to sleep? That’s what most guys seem to do.’

Although one part of me wanted to agree, sleep would give my over-exercised body time to recoup some of its strength, another simply refused to waste one single precious minute of being with her.

‘Sometimes, but not right now.’ I said as I rolled on to my side and kissed the nearest part of her.

She giggled softly. ‘That’s nice, but right now I doubt if you’re capable of much more than that – though you’ll make me very happy if in a little while you feel like starting again.’

‘Oh I think you can be sure of that.’ I replied. ‘In the meantime we can chat.’ I added, in answer to her original question, at the same moment wondering just what the hell Alissa and I might possibly have in common to talk about.

“I know, pillow-talk!’ she responded enthusiastically. ‘Sex-talk, your experiences, dreams, that kind of stuff. No – I know what would be even better than that, fantasies, we can talk about our fantasies! But’ – she added as she slid off the bed – ‘first we’ll need something to drink. I think I’ve still got the last of a bottle of white wine in the fridge, will that be OK?’

‘Fine.’ I muttered, watching her taut little buttocks jiggling as she headed for the kitchen – then once they had gone found myself both wondering whether what I would be offered would be anything but some sort of sweetened vinegar, and speculating as to what sort of fantasies I’d be expected to exchange in return.

But then the thought of Alissa’s body, and the amazingly miraculous things it could do for me, flooded back – and if all it took to be able to re-savour it was the downing of a few mouthfuls of some cheap and nasty wine, and the telling of one or two of my all too frequently used fantasies, so be it!

She returned a few minutes later, carrying a bottle and two near-full tumblers of a pale yellow liquid. But she could have been bearing the British crown jewels and I wouldn’t have cared, all I could see was the tangle of honey-blonde hair framing her cornflower blue eyes and cherry-red lips – and of course, gently swaying beneath them, those utterly adorable and perkily rose-tipped, breasts.

Having passed me a glass she slid down beside me. ‘I hope you’ve been getting your thoughts together while I’ve been gone.’ she whispered conspiratorially. ‘I have.’

Partly to slake my undoubted thirst, but also to give myself a little more time to think, I slowly sipped small mouthfuls from the tumbler. I was pleasantly surprised, the wine – a light Chardonnay style – was very acceptable. ‘This is nice.’ I said. ‘Refreshingly fruity, and not too sweet.’

‘I’m glad you like it, there’s still a bit more left if you fancy it later – I meanafter you have told me a fantasy!’

‘Are you quite sure this is what you want us to do? Fantasies are so very personal – and usually have nothing at all to do with reality.’

‘Oh I know that!’ she responded. ‘But I’ve always loved reading erotica, and, well please don’t take this the wrong way, but with all the experience you’ve had at writing that, by now you must have an almost encyclopaedic collection of fantasies.’

I chuckled, then took another sip of wine. ‘So this is why you agreed to having sex with a much older man, just because it would give you an opportunity to go data-mining his store of creativity.’

She punched me, playfully. ‘Not true! You know very well why I wanted to have sex with an ‘older man’ – as you put beşiktaş escort it – it’s because I’d read that it takes much longer for older men to come, so giving me time to have lots of orgasms. As I did, and that’s not even counting the grand finale you gave me.’ she added affectionately.

‘I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.’

‘Far from it – but now stop messing about, it’s time to tell me at least one of your fantasies.’

‘OK – but I actually have various sorts of fantasies, as I suspect most people do. There are those, quite fleeting moments; when you see someone, somewhere, and have a brief, maybe momentary flash of what it might be like to have sex with them. Then there are those I come up with when I’m writing; in those the characters themselves sometimes seem to actually orchestrate what happens, I often get the feeling I’m merely observing and recording their entire range of activities. Then there are my much more personal ones; the ones I use when I’m alone.’

‘You mean the ones you masturbate to?’ she asked.

‘Yes, that’s right.’

‘It’s one of those I want to hear.’

‘OK – but those are much longer, and far more complex.’ I warned

‘Well I’m not planning on going anywhere soon, are you?’ she replied as she snuggled herself closer.

‘Not right now.’

‘Then let’s hear one of those – but make sure you don’t use any euphemisms, I want to hear real words! None of this, ‘and then we made love’, I want all the gory details, ‘big, powerfully throbbing cocks thrusting into sopping wetly clinging pussies’, ‘thick, juicy dollops of semen spouting everywhere’. All that sort of stuff, OK?’

‘Well if that’s what you really want, here goes.’ I began once I’d made myself comfortable. ‘One of my favourites takes place in a large country town, I’m there on business for a few days and I’m staying at a rather up-market motel. The core building is pretty old, it had obviously originally been used for something quite different but had had a lot of money spent on re-modelling and upgrading it. Now although the individual rooms are each very well-appointed some other parts of the place are a bit rambling, lots of winding corridors, that sort of thing, so when you first arrive and don’t yet know the layout, it’s easy to get lost.

It was getting rather late when I arrived and by the time I had checked-in and taken my bags to the room it was well after eight o’clock. Knowing that country motel kitchens often finish relatively early I decided I had better not waste time showering and changing but get across to the restaurant straight away.

There were only half a dozen or so people there; a group of three or four men who looked and sounded like local businessmen, a middle aged couple who were presumably on a touring holiday, and a woman, like myself, on her own. The waitress was homely with a very friendly manner, and immediately showed me to a table, gave me the menu and took my order for a drink.

Whether it was purely by chance, the table I had been given gave me a direct view of the woman sitting on her own and as I was looking through the menu I happened to glance up – and found her watching me. I felt momentarily embarrassed, you know that feeling you get when someone catches you staring at them, and so quickly looked back down again. It didn’t take me long to sort out what I felt like eating and when the waitress brought me my drink I gave her my order. With all that done I relaxed, but as I raised my glass and looked up, I found the woman was still looking my way, and then as I sipped, she smiled.

Obviously I couldn’t ignore a friendly gesture so I raised my glass and smiled back, using that opportunity to take a better look at her. She was extremely attractive, very white skin and really glossy black hair pulled tightly back behind her head and although I couldn’t really see much more than her face and shoulders I still got the impression that she was tall and slim. But perhaps the most immediately noticeable detail from that distance was that for someone with such dark hair, her eyes were a very pale colour.

Just then the waitress crossed between us and placed down what was obviously her desert, and a couple of minutes later my own meal arrived. Then, while to anybody watching we would have both appeared to be concentrating on our food, from time to time our eyes continued to meet, and when they did we exchanged several more smiles. So in one way she didn’t really take me completely by surprise when, as the waitress cleared her plate, I saw her saying something to her, then nodding in my direction before getting up and coming across to my table.

‘I don’t know about you but I really hate eating alone, so although I only have coffee to come would you mind if I joined you while you finish eating?’ she said.

In the minute or so it took her to cross to my table I saw that my first impressions had been correct, she was tall, almost as tall beşyol escort as I am. Tall, but with an almost classic hour-glass shaped body; nicely rounded hips, a really tiny waist, and breasts that pushed her jacket sharply forward. The jacket was part of a very smart two-piece business suit, black; tailored to fit very snugly, and with a skirt that left a fair bit of her extremely long, and obviously shapely legs in view.

I don’t know whether my face registered surprise, delight, excited anticipation or all three, but she gave me a broad smile, said – ‘I’ll take that to mean you don’t mind.’ – and sat down opposite me.

That gave me the chance to get a much better look at her and the first thing I saw was that her eyes were even more extraordinary than I had thought. They weren’t the colour I had assumed they would be, blue, they were actually grey, flecked with pale green highlights. And as she sat down one glance confirmed what I had thought about the size of her breasts, from close to they appeared exceptional. The suit jacket had a deeply cut vee front and beneath it she had on a very fine silk blouse, also with a vee neck-line, and the way the blouse and jacket bulged, plus the well defined cleavage I could see, gave me a very good idea of just how much firm flesh there was underneath.

Her coffee arrived and while I continued my meal, we talked. Her name was Tara, she was also in the town on business, her work involved putting together what she called ‘rescue packages’ for ailing farm properties. Sometimes that involved selling all or part of them, but more often she was able to help the owner by advising on new or additional activities; sometimes things for tourists, trail riding, walking trips, that sort of thing. Anyway, as there were some common areas between my consulting business and what she did I was genuinely interested and we continued talking long after I had finished eating.

By then the other diners had gone and eventually it became obvious that the waitress was anxious to finish clearing away, so I suggested she join me for a night-cap, finish our conversation in my room. She gave me another, much warmer smile and answered. ‘I would like that David, but let me suggest my room rather than yours. I was given a rather excellent bottle of brandy the other day, a sort of thank-you gift, come and help me sample it.’

That sounded even better than my own idea and as I followed her through the winding maze of corridors to her room I took the opportunity to admire the way her bottom moved beneath the skirt, feeling my cock responding to both that and the thought of what the rest of the evening might have in store.

We talked for some time, the conversation helped along by each of us drinking a couple of glasses of her excellent brandy, but although I was able to keep my end of the conversation reasonably sensible I was only using part of my brain for that, the other part had been swamped with a desire to make love with her. Desire that had been brought on by a whole range of things; the nearness of her, the subtle perfume she wore, the deep cleavage between her breasts and the amount of thigh the short skirt left on view. But what I found in some ways even more seductive than all those very obvious physical attributes was the smiling promise I thought I saw in those extraordinary eyes.

When the urge inside grew just too strong I finally took her near empty glass and put both it and mine down on a nearby table, then turning to face her I slid one arm along the back of the sofa until my finger-tips were just brushing her neck. ‘You must know how much I want to kiss you Tara. It must have been obvious to you from that first minute.’

She leaned forward and stroked the side of my face, her touch sending shivers up and down my spine. ‘I thought you did, but I wasn’t absolutely sure. I have been feeling something growing between us, something very strong, but I didn’t want to rush you, maybe frighten you off.’

‘Frighten me off?’

‘It does happen, for some reason some men find me a bit frightening. Well maybe not frightening really, perhaps they think I won’t be as compliant as they would like, that I’ll be difficult to handle. And I have to warn you, I do know what I like.’

‘I would be happy to please you any way you need Tara.’ I answered, having no idea what that might lead to, but knowing that at that moment I wanted her so much I would have agreed to absolutely anything she suggested.

She said nothing more, just leaned forward and kissed me.

Her lips were incredibly soft, incredibly moist and her mouth and tongue eager and enthusiastic, and the effect that kiss had on me was so phenomenal it was as though she had slipped some powerful drug into my mouth. I felt my head spinning, my heart pounding and every muscle in my body started to flex and quiver. Then, as the kiss went on and on, I felt blood coursing through my veins, all of beykent escort it headed in one direction, down to my cock.

Slipping one hand behind her head I pulled her tighter, kissing her hungrily, feverishly, and at the same time trying to fondle her breast with the other hand. She let me do that for a minute or two, then pushed me away. For a moment I felt devastated, felt the implied promise had already been broken. but then my heart started racing again when she got up, looked down at me, and said. ‘Come on David, we’re not over-anxious teen-agers, let’s make ourselves more comfortable.’

While I sat there catching my breath she went swiftly around the room turning off the over-head lights, but leaving a couple of smaller ones still on. ‘I don’t like to feel I’m under spotlights, but I do like to be able to see what’s going on.’ she said, then suggested I undress while she went to the bath-room.

I was so tense and excited I could feel myself shaking and I seemed to have little control over my hands and fingers, desperately fumbling with each button, and so took an age to get my clothes off. But it was as though she knew precisely what was happening because just as I was finally stepping out of my underpants, the bath-room door opened and I looked up and saw her.

She stood there; her hands on her hips, her legs spread wide, and apart from her shoes and a pair of black stockings that ended three quarters of the way up her thighs, proudly naked. Her jet-black hair had been loosened and brushed out, falling to well below her shoulders, the ends just brushing the dark red nipples that tipped her breasts.

And what breasts she had! Full and round, yet high-set, jutting out from her body in gloriously upsweeping curves. I felt my mouth go dry and licked my lips as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to hold them, to fondle and kiss them, and then to suck on their already stiffening nipples. Then, tearing my eyes away from that tempting sight, I let them drift lower, down over her tiny waist and lightly muscled stomach, on down to where I saw a dark, neatly trimmed triangle of thick black hair nestling between her splayed thighs.

I tried to imagine what her pussy looked like; the pink, hopefully already moist slit fringed by that dark curly hair, the pouting outer lips waiting to feel my fingers, my tongue, and later, eagerly allow my cock to push up between them.

Then, doing my best to ignore the rising lust that seemed to engulf me, I looked lower still, down the long length of her thighs, the contrast between the whiteness of her skin and the black sheerness of the grip-top stockings making them look even longer. But even as my eyes drifted up and down her unbelievably sexy attributes I also tried to imagine what I had yet to see. Not only her pussy but also her buttocks, somehow knowing that they would be tight, perfectly shaped globes of flesh, and feeling my fingers tingling at the thought of soon being able to grip and fondle them too.

She just stood there for a while, a slight smile on her blood-red lips, obviously enjoying having my eyes feast on her, apparently reading the primitive urges that filled my brain, then she finally looked down.

‘Ah yes, very adequate, no, to be fair, much more than adequate.’ she said when she saw the state of my rearing cock. ‘I’m sure we’ll both have a quite memorable time.’

She finally moved, came slowly towards me, and I found I couldn’t move, just stood there, my cock jerking even higher as she approached. Reaching down she touched it, lightly trailing her finger-tips up and down its length, her long, finely manicured finger-nails grazing up over and around the bulging head. All that time her eyes remained fixed on mine, and as I stared into those grey-green pools I felt myself being sucked down into a vortex of uncontrollable carnality.

I had to have her – and I did! Doing things with and to her that I hadn’t thought I was capable of.

I fondled, kissed, squeezed and sucked every single part of her glorious body, starting with her breasts and then rolling her over to do the same thing to her buttocks. As I had anticipated, they were superbly shaped, fully rounded, but the flesh beneath the tautly silky skin was firm, and the cleft between the cheeks invitingly deep. Then, sometime later, when I first pushed my head up between her thighs I discovered something I hadn’t anticipated, something that made the fire burning inside me rage even more fiercely. The thick bush of pubic hair I had expected to find surrounding her pussy actually ended just above it, the area around her sex was free of even the finest hairs, the skin smooth and ultra soft.

I don’t know how many orgasms I actually gave her with my hands, mouth and tongue, but in spite of the fire raging inside I somehow managed to wait until I knew I simply couldn’t hold on any longer, before allowing myself the thrill of doing it all again, but with my cock. And that evening it seemed almost inexhaustible, as I moved and turned her this way and that, I probed and drove it into every part of her willing and so very receptive body. Up and down the fleshy valley between those magnificent breasts, between her succulent lips and into her vacuuming mouth, and then finally, deep into her by then incredibly juicy, but still unbelievably tight cunt.

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South of the Border

Wendy and her friend Lacy were on their first vacation together. It was a great chance to get away from the kids and husband and see Mexico for the first time. The only trouble they were lost on an old back road with no one or nothing in site; but desert. When the tire blew out and they checked the spare, they knew they were in trouble. It was such a relief after 2 hours in the hot sun to see an old truck coming down the road.

As it passed, they saw a young Mexican woman and man inside. It stopped by their car. Can I help you senorita, the man asked. Our tire is flat, can you patch it? Wendy asked. The man, she noticed was very rough looking in his mid 20s and the woman about the same looked as if she despised the two older white women. She waited as the man got out of the truck and came around beside her. Show it to me, he said. They walked over to where Lacy was standing by the vehicle when Wendy felt the man hand cup her right ass cheek. She tried to ignore it and show him the situation. His hand; however, grabbed her ass cheek harder making it very uncomfortable. She reacted without thinking, slapping him across the face. Looks like we have some old farts who don't know there place, Maria. The man called over to his wife still sitting in the truck.

Guess we'll going to have to show them what happens to gringo wives when they venture down here. He rubbed his face growling down at Wendy. You try that again and I'll have you thrown in jail, mister. Wendy stated calmly. I don't think so bitch. Wendy looked passed the man to see Maria standing there with a pistol in her hand. I think we are going to have some fun with these bitches, Maria said. I'm dying to see if their asses are as white as I heard. Seeing their situation, Lacy immediately started running leaving Wendy along with the couple. Go get the bitch, Juan. Maria laughed. She won't get far. I'll have some fun with this one. Juan started running after Lacy leaving Maria pointing the gun at Wendy standing their frozen. I'd just as soon shoot you as having to chase you, Maria said. Strip bitch. Wendy and Dee was both in their mid 40s but had maintained their figures throughout the days of raising their families.

When she didn't move fast enough, Maria kicked her between her legs causing her to yell in pain and double over grabbing her crotch. Next time it will be the face, Maria stated. I said strip. Wendy regained her composure and started unbuttoning her blouse and left it on the ground and then lowered her skirt and pushed it off. She hesitated for a second to see Maria glanced and immediately undid her bra. Her hands were trembling as she lowered her panties to the desert ground and stepped out of them. She cupped her breast and cunt with her hands for protection from the girl stare. She avoided looking at the girl who was roaming her eyes up and down her body. Get on all fours bitch like the dog you are, Maria yelled. Please, we didn't do...........

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She yelled in pain as she felt a kick to her right thigh area forming a red blot. Get down dog now, the words commanded. Wendy got down on her hands and knees on the hot ground below. She watched as Maria walked around and then behind her. She tried to look back to see what was going to come next as felt Maria jump on her back and straddle her. She almost fell to the ground from the weight. Get moving bitch. Crawl. Maria yelled and slapped her ass with her palm hard. Wendy yelled in pain from the slap but froze till the next one hit the same place. Owllll, she yelled and started crawling forward. Please, owwlllllll.. The bitch was riding her and slapping her ass like she was a mule.

Wendy's hands and knees were burning from the heat of the ground and the weight of the Mexican girl on her back. Her pleas were falling on deaf ears as the blow rained down on her sore ass. Her only thought at the present was to survive this horrible ordeal. Oink for me piggy, the woman commanded still slapping her ass. Oink, Oink, Wendy started oinking as loud as she could. She couldn't take much more of this and her pride was already gone. Oink, she yelled as the slaps continued on her ass and thighs. Finally when she thought she couldn 't take anymore, the woman stepped off her back as she fell forward on her stomach on the ground.

Owwlllll, she screamed as her tits touched the hot ground below and immediately leaned back on her knees. Owwllll, she yelled again as the woman pushed her forward with the heel of her shoe back on the ground and pressed her foot on her back. Her tits were burning as she squirmed on the ground in pain. Crawl with me, the woman commanded. Wendy got back on her hands and knees and followed the woman towards the truck. As she arrived the woman opened the door and leaned over the front seat with her butt sticking out the side. Slowly she reached back and started lowered her jeans and panties down to her knees.

Clean my ass bitch or I'll leave you like this in the desert, she commanded. Wendy looked up at her smelly ass and knew she would have no choice. Crying she crawled forward and started running her tongue over her sweaty ass globes. Between the cheeks sweetie, the woman commanded to her horror. Wendy started running her tongue around her puckered asshole till her head was forced by the woman farther up her ass. Slowly she started working it in her asshole tasting the salty smell of the day. Argggh...

She cried as she kept rimming the woman ass. I see you caught the other one, the woman yelled out pushing Wendy head back. Wendy looked to the side to see Lacy and the Mexican man walking towards them. Lacy was bent over at the waist as the man had a hold of her ear. She was quipping her ass cheeks in back as they approached and her tits and stomach was red from having been on the ground. Had to beat her ass red for making me run, the man laughed. Once I showed her my huge cock in her ass; however, she found her purpose in life.

Isn' t that right pussy. Yes master, Lacy screamed. You want my cock in your ass again pussy? He inquired. Yes master, Lacy repeated crying. See, the man said. These old white whores are good for nothing but fucking. Not bad at ass licking either, the woman replied. I guess we can take them back home with us and have some fun or we could tie them up on the ground and let the ants have them. Noooo, both ladies yelled. Please take us home. We'll be good. You'll better or we'll bring you back and you know what happen. Crawl to the back of the truck you sluts. The woman commanded. Wendy immediately started crawling as the man kicked Lacy ass with his boot as she yelled and got down on all fours crawling after Wendy.

They were put in the back with their hands tied to the rear platform and heads out the back of the truck. They were commanded to remain that way with their butts sticking up in back so the couple could look at their pitiful asses through the rear view mirror. Kick a few bumps in the road the woman told the man. I want to see those fat hinnies bounce around back there.

Lacy was in total pain as the old pickup truck drove down the dirt road. Not only was dust blowing in their face but they were being banged up by the constant bouncing in back. A knee here, an elbow here, or a slight head bang. It was total misery as both women starting yelling pleas to their captors to drive slower. Their butts were bouncing high in the air bringing their full weight back on their knees and elbows. By the time the truck slowed down, both women was in total despair. Wendy glanced to the side to see an old wooden shack out in the middle of nowhere. There were chickens and several hogs but not much else.

No trees either. Her heart sunk with the sight. Whack, whack. Both women felt their asses slapped in back. Let get the whores off the truck and have some fun with them before we put them to work, the woman said. They felt their ropes being released slightly as they were released from the back of the truck only to have their hands tied in back again. Wendy started promising to give the man a lot of money if he would take her and Lacy back only to have her ass swatted hard as she yelp in pain. What I need with money out here, the man said, smacking her ass again. It' s more fun to have two white women serve my every need.

Wendy started to plea again only to have her butt slap again. She couldn' t take another hit as she just stood there smarting in back. Lacy meanwhile must have done something wrong as she glanced over to see her bent over by the hair by the Mexican lady who was slapping her ass raw in back. Her butt and thighs were jumping around feverously to avoid the slaps. Finally, she stopped hitting her and pulled her head up till it was even with her face. Her hand reached down grabbing Lacy pussy hairs pulling her closer to her. French kiss me whore and do it better this time, the woman commanded. Lacy had her back to her but Wendy could tell by her butt and thighs moving that she was doing a good job of tonguing the woman.

She must have been pulling her cunt hairs out by the root by the way she was moving. She felt the man cock touch her right ass cheek in back as she watched. Masturbate my cock bitch, the man announced behind her and slipped his cock in the crack of her ass. Slap. Move that butt slut. Wendy started rubbing her butt crack up and down on his massive cock in back. She felt his goo running down her ass crack but kept rotating her ass on it. She couldn't help but get excited from his cock and watching Lacy and the woman performing again. Lacy was sucking away on the woman massive tits and was now having her tits mauled by the lady.

She felt the man hand on the back of her head pushing her head down to almost her ankles and then his cock at her asshole. She had never been fucked in the ass but at the moment, she needed to be fucked anywhere as she loosen her ass muscles as his cock started pushing in her tight hole. The pain was horrible at first as she adjusted to it and started pushing her ass back in response. Damn it felt good, she thought, as her cunt was dripping in response to the pounding. Fuck my ass, she yelled back. Fuck me. The man continued to pound his cock in and out till she felt her ass being filled with his juice. She was so close to coming herself as she continued to push backwards on his cock trying to get off.

The man was laughing at her feeble effort as his cock started to get limp inside her butt and finally slipped out to her agony. If you want another fucking, you better get on your knees and get it hard again; he laughed slapping her sore and bruise ass cheek. Wendy in her past would have rather been shot to have to do this, but she was beyond her normal senses in desperation to come and immediately dropped down on the hard ground swallowing his cock in one quick gulp and starting blobbing her head up and own on the limp dick trying to get it hard.

The man was still laughing at her as she started working her tongue on the tip trying to get some kind of a reaction. Guess you won't get another fuck for a while, he laughed. He grabbed the top of her hair and started pulling her by it on her knees towards the house. Maybe, Anita will fuck your big butt later when she gets tired of your friend. She can fuck for hours.

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I was about to order another one, when the thought came to me that I would keep drinking, then stagger home and be hung over the next day, Sunday, the worst day for a hangover. I took the card from the wet bar top, reread the address and headed out into the chilly night air. Each step I took made me seem more and more stupid for chasing this insane offer from a nutty little boy bondage messenger.The address turned out to be an office building, dark at this hour, but there was a uniformed guard at a desk in the lobby. I tapped on the glass door with a coin. He looked up. It was obvious he little kids jokes had been sleeping. I guessed they don't get many callers at this hour. He let me in. "Men's Catalog? Penthouse floor."The elevator stopped abruptly, the door slowly opened and there was a sumptuous outer room of marble. In niches, in a semi circle were alabaster statues of naked men. I tell you, no maple leaves covering their essentials. These guys were hung! I was more convinced than ever that I had stumbled on a male whorehouse. My thoughts were interrupted by my contact person from the bar, but this time he was dressed somberly in a black suit and tie, and white shirt, somewhat like a funeral director."You changed clothes? I said, stupidly."No, I always sex little russian dress this way. You must have met my twin brother Amos. He does overdue like a peacock." He paused a moment. "Peacock, cock. Are you here for cock?""I am not sure why I am here, suppose you give me a tour.""Yes, good idea." Snapped his fingers and the door behind him slide open. Inside was a rotunda. There must have been twenty showcases arranged against the curving walls. Each showcase was brightly lit and housed a naked man, who appeared to be asleep."What is this? Are they drugged? It's creepy, like a Madam Tussard exhibit."Walk with me. Examine our goods. Here is a new fellow. Handsome, girls littles don't you think? A ballet dancer. Exquisite."I found myself breathing heavily. These were indeed attractive bodies. There seemed to be examples of all ages, types, colors and...cock shape and size.I stopped in front of one case. I peered at the small plastic card. "Tony, a street punk, but sweet natured."I walked slowly around this Guggenheim of male beauty and ended up at the open door leading to Amos's office. He led me inside and beckoned me to a leather chair. "I see you began to get all hot and bothered whilst gazing at young Tony. Yes, he is really a hunk. He came to us very recently. I could have guessed that he would be your choice.""So what's next? Do you deliver the mannequin to my apartment and then I have abnormal relations with it?"He drew himself up to his full five feet five inches. "He's no 'it'. But he will deliver himself to your apartment, er, after we make arrangements."Well the arrangement was a check for $20,000. I know I was crazy to go along with this but I was so bored.As I waited for the elevator, Amos at my side, it suddenly occurred to me to ask, "What if the arrangement, the choice doesn't work out?"He looked at me askance, "It will work out, and it always does. But we do not have any 'return' policy. This isn't a department store. If in the unlikely event you are not satisfied, girls littles naturally we do not return the fee. And, should you attempt to reject your choice, it could have dire consequences." I put this florid speech as just a way of keeping me from bothering them later. But it came to be very prescient.I went home, undressed, fell on my bed and was asleep in seconds. I heard the intercom buzzing. It was the concierge. "There is a Mr. Tony here to see you. Shall I let him up? It's only six AM."My whole body shaking I put on a robe and started the coffee making going. The doorbell rang. I opened it. There was the statue, or whatever it was, come little dicks to glowing life. "Hi George. Thanks for picking me. I was anxious to get out of that glass cage and get little angels cute some action."Of course I had seen him naked. He was outstanding, pure, smooth, hairless white skin, muscles on his arms, chest and belly. His legs were strong. Oh yeah, that thing. It was lying fat and sassy against the dimple on the top of his hanging balls. His face also made my blood race. He had silky black hair. His thick bangs hung over, almost to his bold eyebrows, emphasizing his warm brown eyes. I was drawn to his nose and mouth. His nose was a bold Roman one and his mouth was succulent, full and pink.I spoke to him for the first time. "Coffee?""I guess, I am not sure of my preferences. I have been told, somehow, what kind of a guy I am, but there is another me, deep down that shows itself.""I am not sure of what you mean. Were you programmed?""Something like that. I know I am hot for you. I know that I was born in Brooklyn nineteen years ago, but I hear my speech, it doesn't sound that way. Then I am conscious of another language, maybe Polish. It is very confusing." He came over close to me and slipped his hand inside my loose robe and felt for my nipple. "I know if we have sex, that everything will be better."I was slipping into automatic. I leaned forward and kissed him. I almost jumped back, his lips were so hot and they seemed to grip mine possessively. His muscular tongue slipped into my mouth and the two of us fell into that kiss that seemed to last forever, leaving us panting with helpless passion."Whew," he said, grinning. "You are some hot son of a bitch. Can I suck your cock?"I tightened my inocent little girls robe around me. "Let's have breakfast, little kids jokes then we'll improvise."The poor kid was hungry. "Why not," he said, "I haven't eaten in weeks, but then, I was in a sort of suspended Shy little girl animation."Just watching him eat, was getting my cock up and shaking. I felt like I was facing sex for the first time. I was anxious to continue what we started, but part of me was scared because he produced such an overwhelming effect on me.We gulped the last of the coffee, I put the plates in the sink and when I turned, his clothes were laying in a heap on the floor. Incidentally, he had arrived in unspectacular clothes, black jeans, black tee shirt and gray sneakers, no socks. I suppose this was to continue his street image persona.I looked down at his feet. I am not into feet, but his were so sexy! Though he was less than six feet, his feet were big, maybe size sixteen. The skin was soft and smooth and the toes were long and fat. His big toe had as much sex appeal as most guys cocks. The nails were neatly trimmed. I wondered if they gave him a beauty treatment. Later I found out that the men were washed and shaved every day. Deodorant was applied, manicures and haircuts administered. He said that they were alive, little kids jokes but sort of held immobile.They boy was a natural lover. Not only his kisses, but his big, little boys penises broad, smooth hands brought such delight when he stroked and touched me. He seemed innately to find my sensitive spots, the backs of my knees, my pits, and my belly. And his tongue, long and red licked hotly until I was in danger of passing out from hyperventilation.Foreplay, given and received with Tony was a hundred times more pleasurable that sex with others. He seemed to like to get me so sexed up, so hot, that I was dizzy with passion. It appeared to be more important to him to pleasure me than to receive pleasure. He was aggressive about pushing me toward the edge of control until I helplessly fell off the edge of the world into a crashing orgasm that left me whimpering in helplessness. He's laugh boyishly to see me so drunk with his lovemaking.For instance, that first time, he got down on his knees and held my rigid cock in his hand and began delivering long, strong licks along the shaft, over and over again until I could not stand up, my knees gave may. He followed me, swallowed the whole cock and suckled it wildly. I had never been the recipient of such an aggressive blowjob. He was like a man possessed.When I finally could almost stand it no longer, he intensified the coming orgasm by holding on to my balls and swinging them back and forth in a maddening rhythm. I screamed hoarsely and began a naked little cunts series of heavy cums, over and over until I nearly blacked out. When I came to, seconds later, I looked down at him. He had tears in his eyes. "It was a joy for me to make you happy," he said. I looked down, he had shot a large pool of spooge between his knees. He looked down also and smiled. "I came when you did. It was such a turn on."We rested awhile, drank a second coffee. "You know, George my love, I think this is the first time I have ever had sex with a man. I don't know why I know that, but I think it is true.""I hope it didn't disgust you.""Are you kidding? Remember I came with you."Later we got into bed and slept a bit. Holding this boy in my arms was almost as much as having sex. He was so smooth and his skin was so fragrant. I found myself kissing his smooth muscular back. He murmured in satisfied sleepiness as I did it, but my cock was awakening from the feel of my lips on his warm skin, and the smell was intoxicating. Soon my little nude age hand crept around and began to stimulate his plump, long cock. It awoke quickly and his breathing began to deepen.He was a boy of action. He whirled himself around so that his avid mouth was back on my cock. His own organ knocked on my lips for entry. In a moment the two of us were transfixed in an orchestrated dance of ever intensifying passion. I could feel his lips sucking harder and his thighs beginning to make fucking motions and his wet breath bathing my cock with his spit. I grabbed his balls that were beginning to thicken and move upward toward the base of his cock. It was easy, in that position, for me to lick them. But as I felt him begin a moaning of impending release, and I myself felt my body stiffening, I returned to his cock. It was leaking honey copiously but when his actual release came, I was flooded with the sweetest tasting cum I had ever encountered. I allowed myself to slide fast into my own machine gun rapid firing of sperm.We too drank each other's essence as if little ladys it were fine wine, continuing until neither organ had anything to emit and had settled down to softening rest.After about a hour of dreamless sleep, I woke Tony. "Hey, I'm going to be a sugar daddy. How about coming with me for a new wardrobe?"He laughed out loud. "Hey, I don't mind being spoiled. little girls fuk Somewhere in my other life, I think a woman bought stuff for me. Maybe it was my Mom. It's all dim."We went to several of those specialty men's stores along Madison Avenue. I want to tell you, he created a sensation among the gay salesmen. Several times he had to demur allowing them into the try on booths. We left with him wearing one of the new outfits. He had on shorts, a polo shirt and slides-perfect, but in the bags were jackets and pants and dress shirts, plus some Italian shoes.Next we went to a fine restaurant, it was the Four Seasons. Tony looked perplexed when we entered. The matre'd looked at him familiarly, but said nothing. When we were seated, Tony said, "It's strange, but I think I've been here before. I almost know what's on the menu. I'm going to have sliced filet."The waiter, a young guy ignored me and kept looking Tony in his brown eyes and acting as though I wasn't there. Tony little boys penises found it amusing, but he had no ego problems.After dinner, we walked back to my apartment. While walking Tony said that he wanted to really satisfy me. "I am glad to play the girl's part with you, if you would like it."Of course I was salivating over the prospect. We shucked our clothes and went into the bedroom. He lay on the bed and lifted his smooth, white, muscular legs. What a sight! "You sure babe?""Yeah," he grunted, and lifted his legs higher.I could see his hairless, pink puckered hole pulsing. I wasn't sure if he was caught in heavy desire, or inocent little girls he was fearful. I decided that I would have to bring him further before I do the act. I leaned down and stuck my tongue into his hot hole. He grunted louder. With my long tongue I searched for his hot button. Ah, there it was. I racked my tongue back and forth over it and littles porn he cock began to leak heavy pre cum. Figuring that he was ready, I put my cock just inside his hole. He closed up twice, but finally I pushed it in. He was breathing like he had run a race. I wasn't sure if little girl pantie he was deep in passion or fear."George, push in, do it, don't wait."That kd little fuck was all I needed-permission. Perhaps I was a bit rash, but I pushed in deep and fast. He let out a surprised howl but then settled down. He was so adorable during my fucking. His face was screwed up like a little boy about to cry. At first I was worried, but he took hold of his own cock and began shagging himself. little kids jokes That was a good sign."Should I fuck hard?" I asked."Do it!" he ordered.I fucked that beautiful kid as hard as I could. He mewled and sobbed and cried out gibberish. It was the hottest fuck I had ever had. "I'm cumming." I called."Me too," he hoarsely shouted.I came so hard I was too dizzy afterward to even take it out. I felt against him, my cock deep in him. His heavy spooging lay on his pretty belly, and I was lying in it.Finally I got the strength to disengage.That night we slept with our arms around each other, breathing into each other's faces. It was heaven.In the morning I was alone in the bed. "Tony, Tony," I called. No answer. Then I found a note on the bedside table, the note sat on the neatly folded clothes I had bought."Dear George, I love you and I love sex with you but I can't continue. I now remember my former life. I was straight. The fucking made me feel like a girl and I can't do it anymore."I dressed, made a hasty breakfast and headed down to the "Men's Catalog".I was greeted by the flashy brother. His name was Aaron. "Mr. Aaron, my lover boy, my catalog choice has vanished. I'm not asking for a replacement. Under the circumstances I should get my money back."Aaron old little porno rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I tell you what Mr. George Adams, why don't you wait in this little room and I will discuss the matter with my brother Amos."I went into the room and sat down. There was an odd smell developing here. I heard a soft little girl pantie hissing sound. I became alarmed and tried to leave. The door was locked and bolted. The gas gradually over came me and I slumped to the floor.The next thing I remember is standing naked in a glass case. There were two gentlemen looking at me with lust in their eyes. I heard the little man in the garish clothes saying, "He is only 25 years old. He was born in Sweden. You can see his excellent muscle development. His name is Sven. He loves to be fucked."That didn't sound right, but yet I knew it matched what I thought I was. This is quite confusing.From where I was placed, I could see another glass case. A young man was standing in it. He had a beautiful white body. He looked familiar.End
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London Mistress Goddess Alexia opens BDSM Retreat for couples and singles

Goddess Worship & Mind Control

Goddess Worship & Mind Control

I am a Lady Citizen of OWK, the famous Other World Kingdom which I used to visit with my special worshippers. It was a fantastic place to get a real BDSM experience. Going there was like landing in a completely different planet where women are superior.

As they used to say ‘Woman over man!!!’.

Unfortunately the OWK has shut down and I still have many willing worshippers who want to experience living in a realm of Femdom where nothing matters except their Goddess.

Goddess Alexia Enthroned In the Dungeon at OWK

Goddess Alexia Enthroned In the Dungeon at OWK

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A few days ago I received this testimonial from a client and worshipper who has been coming to see me for several years. I think it explains very well one of the reasons why so many of my clients keep coming back to me — the mind connection he describes is real and I often feel it too, just as he says:

“I session with Goddess Alexia fairly regularly and it’s always amazing — she never fails to find new ways to tease me, torment me, arouse me and keep me on the edge of uncontrollable erotic excitement during those magical hours. Even so, sometimes the session is even more amazing than usual and it is one of those that I want to describe. The session was quite long — almost two hours — and I will not describe all of it, but there were three moments in particular that I shall always remember.

“The first moment came when she was standing and I was kneeling before her. She had made me grovel at her feet and caress and kiss her elegant stiletto-heeled boots. Now she allowed me to touch and hold the back of her legs while she put on some short black leather gloves, which with a sudden shock I realized were her vampire gloves — the ones Glove-222x300that have short sharp spikes embedded in the palms and fingers. We were very close and I could smell the delicate scent she was wearing, warmed by her body. Knowing how sensitive my nipples are, she took hold of them with her gloved hands and started to play very gently, twisting and rolling both nipples with the tips of her fingers. Gentle though she was, vampire gloves have needle-sharp spikes and the exquisite sensations she was creating were intensified by my knowing that at any moment she could convert them into pure pain. She squeezed them slightly harder.

“I stole a glance at her face, wondering whether I could guess her intentions from her expression. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open; she was breathing quietly, her face was contemplative, almost as if she was meditating. I suddenly KNEW that she was sharing my sensations, feeling every sharp prick on my nipples, sensing every frisson of my body as my excitement grew, and that this was giving her great pleasure as well. Her play was extraordinarily precise, judging my reactions to perfection, and as it became more intense, our shared pleasure also increased, and I was more certain than ever that she felt my pleasure as well as her own. She stopped what had by now turned into quite severe NT at precisely the moment I was about to be completely overwhelmed by that mixture of pleasure and pain that the masochist in me is always seeking. After all, the session had far to go …

OnTable“The second long moment could hardly have been more different. She had strapped me firmly to her whipping bench, but whipping was not what she had in mind. Before she put it on, she showed me and made me suck an enormous strap-on which I could scarcely fit into my mouth — its size scared me. After a minute or two of this she strapped it on, eased it carefully inside me and started to move rhythmically to the heavy-pounding music she sometimes enjoys. This was by no means the first time she had used a strap-on with me, but it was the first time she had behaved with such abandon, thrusting hard and fast, apparently oblivious to my warning cries and groans of mixed pleasure and apprehension. Soon I realized why — this was for her, not at all for me, and I had become nothing more than her sex-toy. But I could sense her increasing pleasure, even to the point where I knew when it had climaxed and was over, and I found this deeply arousing. I was far from coming, yet it felt throughout as if I was on the verge of an enormous climax myself. Again, we seemed to sharing and exchanging our sensations.

“After this I assumed that as usual when she had used her strap-on, the session was over, but it wasn’t. She soon had me on my back on her bondage rack, firmly gagged, with my hands and feet cuffed to the tight ropes. Unable to move or speak and with my nipples and prick fully exposed, I have never felt more vulnerable. But she did not seem inclined to be very severe. She sat down at my side and, almost absent-mindedly, tried out several nipple clamps and ran her Wartenburg wheel over my prick and balls, all the while smiling slightly and looking closely at me with her fabulous eyes.

Eyes4Then I was aware for the third time that something very special was happening between us — I knew exactly what she was thinking — it was almost as if she was speaking aloud: “You are entirely mine; I possess you utterly; you will never escape me; I am your Goddess and you cannot help but adore and worship me!” And she knew exactly what I was thinking: “Yes! You are my Goddess; Yes! I do adore and worship you; no I cannot escape you but I do not want to; I have never seen anything more perfect and desirable than your eyes, mouth and face, nor anything more beautiful than your almost tender smile …”.

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tagFetishDavid's Tall Girls' School Ch. 26

David's Tall Girls' School Ch. 26

(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Miss Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old' one Friday. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I was not a so called 'pervert' but I could not prove it as I was caught with a pair of binoculars.

I had decided not to get the local police involved by agreeing to submit myself to the traditional 'Punishment Rules of the School' as applied to 'Peeping Toms'. This involved being stripped naked and spread-eagled on the headmistress' study carpet, and tethered with ropes and leather straps to metal rings set in floorboards at each corner of the room. I was then required to orally pleasure the 'whole' school. This is part twenty six of my sorry tale.)

After my shower the Japanese girls dried me carefully and found a dressing gown for me to wear. It was several sizes too small and it did not hide my stonking erection which now bobbed about obscenely from between the loosely tied fronts.

I stayed with them until five o'clock, when, on the dot, Matron arrived with my clothes.

She winked at me and asked me how the "sucky-suck" went.

I just told her to shut up and pass me my clothes. I got dressed there and then and noticed that they had been washed and ironed. I felt human again and smiled at the twenty or so diminutive young women and bowed to them on my way to the door.

"Gokouun o inorimasu," said one girl.

"Oyasuminasai," said another.

I bowed and said thank you, but I had no idea what they were saying.

"Dewa mata," said Matron unexpectedly as we left the room.

"They said 'good luck' and 'good night'," she said "And I said 'see you'," she continued as I stared at her amazed. Molly was the last person I expected to know Japanese but she had picked it up when she had been taken as a prisoner of war in the Far East during the War. She had served as a medical orderly in Singapore.

I punched her in the buttocks and sped off to see Miss Wiff-Naseford. I don't know why but I was feeling quite happy and upbeat. I thought that the punishment would soon be over as I had only the staff to orally pleasure. I knocked on the headmistress' door and heard the familiar voice from the other side.

"Come in Tom, we're expecting you,"

As I turned the door handle and looked in and I couldn't believe my eyes. All the staff was there and they appeared to be just about to start a cocktail party. There was a cold buffet set out on Miss Wiff-Naseford's desk which had been pushed against a wall. I noticed canapés, French cheeses, pickles, cold Italian meats and various mixed salads.

There were wine, sherry and whisky bottles on a smaller table, and various sized glasses.

The ladies were wearing evening attire. Some of them looked very glamorous and fetching in their short black dresses, stiff net petticoats and black stilettos. There was a smell of expensive perfume hanging in the air.

"Have a drink dear boy, have a drink," said Miss Wiff-Naseford as I noticed her voluptuous figure encased in purple tulle and taffeta.

I helped myself to a large whisky and surveyed the crowd. There must have been ten teachers in the room; I must admit I was expecting more, but the headmistress explained that the married teachers lived off campus and usually left at five o'clock promptly. I recognised Angela Richardson the geography teacher, Muriel Browne, the classics mistress, Martine Hamilton, the French teacher and one or two others from the high table.

"Tom, we're not having our evening meal in the refectory so do please help yourself to food; there's quite a nice cold pasta salad with ham which I can recommend," said the head mistress clearly enjoying being the congenial host.

I helped myself to some food and joined a small group of teachers who appeared to be talking about the autumn term and how their girls were progressing with their deportment exams and etiquette. I tried to join in but found that I had little to add to the conversation so just stood there and ate, nodding at anything that any of them said.

I poured myself another whisky and then joined another group surrounding Lesley Hopkins, the games mistress who was talking about health and how important it was for the modern girl to keep herself fit for all that life had to throw at her. When she started on about childbirth I withdrew, had another whisky and joined Miss Wiff-Naseford and Molly.

"Ah Tom," the overdressed harridan began, "Only this lot to pleasure and the catering staff and that's it. I hear you have already pleasured the three cleaners. I hope they didn't frighten you; they are all ex-convicts from Hollowmoor Scrubs and have served time for molesting young men," she continued watching the horrified look on my face.

"Yes I think you were lucky to escape with your life; they only work here because of our 'female-only' strictures," she said.

"Anyway Tom we will have to get you ready for the ladies won't we?" exclaimed Miss Wiff-Naseford, clearly intent on getting the show on the road.

"Gather round ladies," said the headmistress clapping her hands. I noticed her pick up a cushion and drop it on the floor.

"As you know Mr. Peeping Tom here has been in the school for the past five days pleasuring our girls. I have on the whole thought that it introduced most of them to the ...err...'pleasures of the orgasm'. Doubtless you have heard good reports; I know I have," she continued "It is now Tom's final evening and I have laid on this little soiree in order to thank him for what he has done and to acknowledge his..err...unusual services to the school," she carried on as if it was a prize giving ceremony.

Her speech went on for several minutes and I stared at the cushion at her feet. It felt unusual to be fully dressed in her room and wondered if there was something she was not telling me.

"...and finally Tom here has agreed to pleasure you as and when you feel the urge. He'll kneel on this cushion, won't you Tom, and service you under your lovely skirts, party frocks and dresses; I'll leave it up to you whether you keep your...undergarments on or not," she explained as she looked at me and pointed to the cushion.

Reluctantly I knelt down and stared around me and at the legs and high heeled shoes of the middle aged teachers who stood next to me. For the first time I felt extremely self conscious and unsure what to do, I sat back on my heels so that my head was roughly at their waist level and waited. The conversations resumed and they split up into little groups. Helping themselves to food and drink.

A tall blonde woman in her early forties walked up to me. I stared at the hem of her wide black skirt. It was knee length and was obviously supported underneath by stiff net petticoats. She wore a white blouse with a pearl necklace. She smelled of expensive perfume and wore black patent leather four-inch stiletto court shoes.

"I'm Rosemary Bentley, the etiquette specialist," she said looking me over. I wondered whether she was expecting me to stand up and shake her hands. I smiled up inanely and wondered what she would do next. We both felt awkward as we realised that there were no formal conversational guidelines regarding performing cunnilingus at cocktail parties.

She stood in front of me and edged forward. I stared at her smooth black stockings and watched her raise her skirt. She handed her drink and plate to Muriel Browne who stood in her green bouffant dress to one side. She shuffled closer to me and I became aware of her body heat which emanated from beneath her hem. She was clearly excited.

An erection began to well up inside my underpants as I lowered my head. I watched her part her feet and shuffle forward while she lifted her gathered skirt and white petticoats and ushered me under. Immediately the heat and odour from her thighs and crotch bowled me over. I felt her shake then drop her clothing over me so that I was enveloped inside three layers of petticoat and one layer of lined skirt.

I let my eyes wander over her knickers which were just an inch from my face. They were white French knickers edged in a wide band of ruffled lace. They looked so feminine and expensive. Beneath her knickers her suspender belt and straps were trimmed with similar lace.

Her whole ensemble looked stunning. Before I could decide what to do I felt her pull my head into her. Her hands felt soft through all the layers of nylon net. I decided that this woman needed serious stimulation so began nuzzling her pubic hair through the loose folds of her knickers.

"Pass me that bottle Muriel please," I heard her say, muffled by the crisp crackling layers surrounding me.

She let go of my head and poured Muriel, and then herself, another glass of wine. I became aware of her striking up a conversation with other teachers close by. Soon around me, and above me, the debate ebbed and flowed as I began probing Miss Bentley with my tongue.

I allowed my hands to wander up inside her knicker legs and gently eased them to one side. She flinched as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. She smelled moist and ready for further deep delving and cunt exploration. She flinched again as I slid my slippery tongue under her clitoral hood and flicked at the now prominent bud.

"Well how does one engender personal responsibility in young women..." she said as I caught snippets of the conversation above me. "...a sense of pride and goal setting....and don't you agree Muriel?" the disjointed words flowed over me as I licked enthusiastically at her labia and vaginal opening.

Her secretions also flowed over me and my nostrils snorted in the powerful muskiness from between her legs.

"I see young Tom is busy under your pretty skirt Rosemary," said the head teacher pleased that someone was making use of my services.

"Yes thank you headmistress," she hissed trying to control herself and preventing herself from shouting the house down.

"Hold onto my drink again Muriel," said the Etiquette teacher now on the brink of 'coming'.

"Don't bloody stop Tom, d'ya hear," said a disembodied voice somewhere above the many layers of stiff nylon net.

I gripped her buttocks and tilted back my head. Her muff was resting on my face and my tongue entered and re-entered her portals over and over again. I wiggled my tongue inside her and felt her body respond. She gyrated her hips and grabbed my head and began thrusting herself over me. I concentrated all my efforts on her clitoris which was now fully revealed and dancing on the end of my tongue tip.

"Yes," she grunted, "Yes," she grunted again as I continued stimulating her beyond the point of no return.

She bent her knees and parted her legs further. I pushed my tongue firmly inside her and felt her spasm, first gently then violently, then degenerate into a full blown orgasm. All around me her petticoats shook and crackled.

"Shit, shit, shit, fucking yes, fucking yes, fuck....yes...yes," she screamed quite clearly out of control. Her language was unbecoming to one who taught etiquette to young ladies.

"Fuck, shit, fucking hell that was fucking incredible," I heard her say to Muriel who was just within earshot.

She stepped backwards, pulling her clothing off me and I looked around and saw that all eyes were on me and on my wet face and sticky hair.

"So that felt good dear?" said Miss Wiff-Naseford to Miss Bentley clearly pleased that I had done my stuff.

"That was absolutely wonderful headmistress," she said regaining her composure but still looking red faced.

She shook down her skirt and rearranged her petticoats so that her bouffant outfit appeared not quite as dishevelled as it had been with my head underneath it. The other members of staff gathered round Miss Bentley and smiled and patted her on the back.

Someone put a record on the gramophone and the party really got going. From my kneeling position in the middle of the head teachers study I watched these teachers helping themselves to the table buffet and pouring more drinks. The atmosphere became more and more congenial and the hubbub of conversation grew in intensity. A very frisky pair walked up to me. Both looked a little drunk. They introduced themselves as Annette Sanderson, the biology mistress and Hazel Mears, the mathematics teacher.

"After you Hazel," said Annette holding onto the top of my head for support. I looked into her youngish face. She was in her thirties and had long wavy hair pulled back into a pony tail. Annette wore a deep pink floral ankle length party dress gathered at the waist. The hem was very wide and flouncy. It stuck out quite a distance from her legs so I guessed that she too was wearing stiff nylon net underskirts.

"No after you Annette," Hazel said pushing her colleague further towards me.

" Only if you are sure," said Annette," I must admit that I have been looking forward to this," she said to her friend.

Neither of them spoke to me and once again I realised that these women regarded me as a sexual aid and not as a person. Annette kicked me on the knee with her three-inch heels and I sat back on my haunches and stuck my head forward. I watched her shoes part as she walked up and stood astride my knees. She handed her glass to Hazel and pulled up her skirt. I watched spellbound as first her shins, then her knees and then her thighs were exposed. Her stockings were very fine denier and dark grey in colour. Her knickers were loose legged and pink with frilly panels of Calais lace. Her suspender straps were similarly decorated. I could also tell by the stain around her crotch that she was already aroused as well as being slightly drunk. I licked my lips and got ready.

She edged forward and threw her dress over me. Hazel helped by pulling it down and rearranging her net petticoats so that I was completely covered from my chest upwards. Needless to say I had another erection inside my trousers and began to wish that I was naked and able to jerk myself off. I pulled her knickers leg upwards and to one side and immediately slurped my way into the soft flesh between her labia. I nuzzled at her clitoris and felt her flinch then settle down. For ten minutes I slurped lapped and licked. I had pushed a middle finger inside her anus and twiddled it about, slowly gauging her reactions by her involuntary movements. She appeared to revel in my tongue-fucking and secreted a copious amount of fanny juice which I was obliged to swallow. I heard her talking to Hazel in a way which didn't convey any impression of her currently stimulated state.

"...and I prefer the designs of Ernest Gimson to those of William Morris, and it so goes with the architecture of Voysey..." she continued clearly trying to keep the conversation on the English Arts and Crafts Movement going while I slobbered around inside her under her pink evening dress and white net petticoats.

By now her twitching was accompanied my little gasps. I could tell that I didn't have to push her much further.

"Hold my glass and plate please Hazel," I heard Annette say in a very matter of fact way.

Under her dress my head was bobbing up and down frantically tonguing her fanny and probing her anus. Her hands held my cheeks as she pushed my head back and edged further forward. We were now galloping along the home straight and felt her bend her knees and stiffen suddenly. Her buttock muscles gripped my finger up her arse while I continued sliding my tongue up and down, and around her clitoris.

"No stop, don't stop, yes, no, please," she squealed incoherently. "Yes, oh yes," she yelped as she bent her knees further and pushed my face firmly into her fanny.

"Oh no, oh no, oh yes, oh yessss," she moaned as she shuddered in my face squirting out vaginal spendings all over my face and shirt front. She was so sticky and slimy and smelled of warm vagina and sweat. "Oh my goodness," she said to Hazel almost in tears.

She lifted her dress and I knelt back on my heels and wiped the colourless slime off me with the back of my hands. My teeth had trapped pubic hair between them. I must have made a pathetic sight. I noticed that the women weren't paying me much attention and that the party was going full swing. The music was upbeat and I noticed Miss Wiff-Naseford's hips jiggling as she snapped her fingers in time with the rhythm. She appeared to be rather drunk and waved to me insanely.

"Are you OK Tom?" she yelled above the music and conversation. I told her I was fine just as Hazel Mears held onto my shoulders and shuffled up to me.

I stared up into her big brown eyes and admired her thick black hair which was swept up into a bun. She looked very regal and haughty. I stared down at her black sling-back sandals as she pulled me towards her and her raised skirt. She wore a red silk tiered skirt which ended just below her knees. It looked like a gypsy or Spanish skirt. I saw that she also wore a white flounced petticoat with a deep lace trim. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her fishnet stockings.

"Oh my, oh my," I simpered as I watched her haul her clothes up to her waist and rub up against me.

Her white French knickers looked so crisp and neat that she looked almost virginal. I had not really noticed Miss Mears before except at the high table and I had to admit that her legs were incredible. Her thighs above her stockings were so curvaceous. She had one of those pairs of legs which curve in and out and leave a gap at the top of her thighs just below the cunt. I reached up and pulled her towards me just as she shook down her underskirt and red party outfit over me, hiding me once more from view.

Through the two layers surrounding me I heard muffled laughter as Miss Wiff-Naseford appeared to be telling a joke. I could also make out Annette talking to Hazel and laughing at something, and it wasn't their head teachers joke. I looked down and noticed that the zip fastener of my trouser flies had slid open and that my penis was pushing my white underpants out.

"Well the little pervert is trying to flash at us," said Annette aiming a kick at my balls and missing by a mile.

"Don't do that Annette," said Hazel perturbed. "Let him do what he likes," she continued clearly trying to humour me.

Meanwhile my tongue was lapping at her clitoris and sliding up and down her labia tasting the softness of her inner flesh and sucking at her inner lips. She parted her legs further and I pushed myself further up her breathing in her strong natural aroma. I basically just couldn't get enough of this woman. She looked, smelled and tasted exquisite and the nightmare of Doris, the cleaner, seemed a long time ago. I was again enjoying doing what I was good at and slurped and slobbered my tongue all over her genitalia, making her jerk and flinch and gasp.

Hazel's anus didn't yield to my fingers; she was one of those women who did not warm to having a digit up her back passage so I didn't pursue it further. I did try with my little finger but she pushed me away. Her bent splayed legs and pelvic thrusts told me that she liked having my tongue between her legs and she chortled incoherently as I licked and sucked her more savagely.

Within a few minutes she was gasping breathlessly and completely out of control. I doubted that her pupils had ever heard their mathematics teacher swear so vehemently, nor gush out sexual secretions so wildly. The room fell silent as I finished her off with a stream of multiple clit-flicks. She spasmed then orgasmed gripping my tongue with small muscular ripples which pulsated up and down her vulva.

When it was over she lifted up her gypsy skirt and I backed away noticing that the waistband of my trousers had come loose. I stood up and stretched and tried to do up my clothes but hands suddenly appeared around me and pulled my trousers down to my ankles.

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