Daddy was going to love her new grown up lingerie.
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Daddy was going to love her new grown up lingerie.
She used to dream, when she was younger, that she could actually grow a real cock. She didn’t want to be a man. She just wanted that option. It would make things soooo much more sexually intriguing and diverse.
For now, she had to don one.
The trick was, finding a man she could fuck, who would still be a man, not a surrendering sub, and let her be a girly girl as she fucked him… a girly girl with a hot fucking cock, of course.
(reminds me of someone I know now, who I may not have known when this was written)
Once he’d fallen into loving the deeper pleasures of his wife’s strap-on poundings, she gave in one day, and finally whispered to him in just the right moment, her deepest hidden desire:
"I’d die a happy woman if I could watch a real cock fill your ass with hard flesh, and then see and hear it explode inside you, filling you even fuller, then watch your yummy ass drip with his river of cumlust. Yeah, that would make my cunt explode and, I think, maybe never stop."
He considered it endlessly, and found that his only real objection was about submitting to another man’s power, and being taken like a girl, becoming his bitch, as it were. It just wasn’t in his DNA.
"So" she smiled "Do what I do to you, when I want control. Press him to lay as the bottom, you straddle him and control the penetration, and ride his cock the way you want to. Tease him endlessly as you tease and please yourself (and me too, she thought quietly). Fuck him from above, face to face or in reverse cowboy, your choice….or both!" And as those words came out of her drooling mouth, she thought ‘Holy fuck, Yes! Please do that for me!’.
And when it finally happened, he thought, ‘oh yeah, this works for me. I have the power and the cock to ride, and I can jack off all over his face if I want to. Mmmmm, and my wife rolling around in cum heaven over there will owe me for fucking ever now.”
He was going to milk this, literally and figuratively, for all it was worth.
He knew what he was getting into. Well, maybe not letting himself know consciously at first, but he knew.
He knew she was more than a woman, or as his sister dubbed Leanna, “a girl with a difference.” Sis had a quiet thing for those kinds of girls.
But he had been drawn to her from the get-go: elegant, brilliant, gorgeous, sleek, with a beautiful sense of who she was, sans apology.
This was the night they meant to combust, and if he’d had any reservations, one look at her waiting for him there, scattered them all to the winds.
He smiled, kissed her, held her close, and simply whispered, “I want you, Leanne.” She purred in response and began to answer him, but he stopped her with a deep kiss.
"I know. I want you. All of you." She blushed for the first time genuinely.
He wined her, and dined her, and in their first intimate incursion, decided even to 69 her. His first cock ever.
And with all the other deliciousness that she was, he was smitten.
He wondered what he’d tell his sister. He had a feeling, she’d probably want a taste too.
Hosting her son’s and his young male friends’ outdoor barbecue this weekend, while having a few of the boys sleep over as well, was definitely getting under Leslie’s dampening pink skin. It was stirring up some irreversible, quietly raging, sexual need, in ways that surprised even her.
"I’ve been too fucking long alone" she whispered to herself, as she acknowledged her own incessant, carnal drip from the male horde surrounding her.
All that young, virile testosterone being spattered hither and yon, and those taut asses and obvious bulges jumping about, and wiggling by her all too closely, had Mrs. Forman in a spin.
And the ones who blatantly flirted with her, hoping to bag a “cougar”, were really pushing the envelope. Leslie was about ready to climb onto the kitchen island naked, and offer herself to the next boy who came in, flashing his flirty teen eyes. flexing his pecs, and begging her for something to eat.
All she would have to do is open her thighs a bit, smile and say “Dinner is ready. Eat up. Pack it in.” Yeah, that might just do it.
Maybe she’d send her son on a long errand, and take a few for the team.
"I guarantee you, sweetheart, once you’ve ridden this cushy ass, you’re never going to want anything else. There are a string of men who would give their right nut for another ride.
Saddle up big boy, or I’ll call in the reserves, and make you watch. You might even have to lick up their mess after.
Or would you prefer that?”
(Something I wrote a while back that was inspired by Sarah X’s luscious stories)
Elisa had been reading her friend Sarah’s secret blog, about some very dark fantasies and filthy taboos, that Sarah had half-toyed with in her youth, and longed for again. And Elisa had to admit, with her sister’s dog snouting her crotch every five minutes when she house sat for them on a regular basis, the thought of trying that filth on, got ever closer in her own desire’s reality.
She was watching the house for the whole weekend this time, and as temptation grew with the faithful pup’s proximity, she revisited the inspiring, depraved blog pages, to see how wrongly erotic this might be. Wrong or not, after just a few pages and one revisited story, she decided to stealthily give this taboo a dirty whirl. No one would know, but she.
She peeled off her already damp cotton panties, and wandered out in the Indian summer afternoon, and sure as he was, the big lab perked up at her presence, and followed her back into the shaded corner, then he sat, waiting for her, as she settled onto the oversized planter’s edge.
She was shaking all over with pre-shame, yet so incredibly aroused at her own bold lewdness. She reached under her skirt before raising it, and felt the squoosh of her own wetness rushing out of its bowl, and she moaned aloud when she touched her already tender, reddening rise.
Bart’s ears perked, and his nose sniffed the air, as she stirred her scent, and lifted her dress. She masturbated slowly, eyeing him as he watched her with intense attention, and that alone had her pushing her fingers deeper and faster, and gurgling heated songs from her throat’s floor.
She took a moment, sucked in a deep breath, and made that last step over the forbidden threshold. She looked right into his sweet face and said “C’mere, boy… wanna taste?”
Bart jumped in between her open thighs, without another coaxing word, snuffled at her sex-soaked pink flaps, and began to lick her like an oral master. She thought she would have to guide him, but once he started, he was not going to stop until she pushed him away… and that was something she was not planning to do, any time in the next fucking hours the way this was already unfolding.
Her early, head-petting “good boy’s”, soon turned into consonant-free cum-howls, and when she erupted in a burst of wet fireworks, she growled some obscenities she had never even spoken before, all in the name of thanking the lascivious heavens for these feral spiking orgasms she’d received, in return for her shameless bravado.
When her multi-peaks abated, she crumpled to kneel in the grass with Bart, and let him lick her face, as she purred her praise, and stroked his drenched chin.
There were the sudden requisite moments of terror at the thought of being seen, followed by the utter disbelief, that she actually gave into this base, bestial act with her own sister’s pet.
Then, as she refocused on her panting pleasure-giver, she said in a low whisper, “Holy fuck, Bart! Where’d you learn to do that?”
And asking that very question, opened a new door of curiosity and wonder. Was this beginner’s luck, or as there something her sister hadn’t shared with her about her hidden sex life. How far did sis go, if so? Never mind that… how far would Elisa go?
Elisa was now wandering through a depraved Wonderland, and she was not likely to find her way out, possibly ever.
Melanie had this ever growing set of masturbation fantasies, that involved her brother and his pack of male friends, many of whom she had quietly dirty crushes on.
Both main scenarios had her bound and stripped by the boys, and yes, her brother was the ringleader in her mind’s eye, and mostly just directed the action.
In the first scenario, there would be boys’ mouths on her tiny pert breasts, and fingers digging in between her thighs, Once the boys got her nipples rock hard and her thighs soaked in girl juices, they’d bend her into endless positions, and make sure she was never without a trio of thundering hungry cocks, filling her every needy hole. And the ones who weren’t fucking her would be stroking themselves and cumming all over her.
The other scenario was being bound and bared like this, then laid on the bed, completely untouched, and forced to watch as the boys all fucked and sucked each other, right over top of her. God, that always got her sheets completely soaked, and made her orgasms incredibly convulsive.
Tonight she added one more. She imagined her own brother, just two years older than her, fucking her hard, face to face, while her favorite boy Jack was fucking her brother’s ass, and one or two other boys shoved their cocks between the siblings’ mouths, to be shared and sucked and swallowed.
Tonight, she came so hard, she squirted.
She was going to have to figure out how to make some of this real….
Stella knew that the ‘he’ of the couple was watching her intently from above, and would soon have his gorgeous woman at his side, as the young girl defiled herself with toys and cunt spanks and near fisting, even calling out the older woman’s name as she roared into her third rolling climax.
Stella had been eyeing this exquisite couple for some time now, dying more and more to become their kept fuck toy, and she prayed that this obscene display might have her moving in with them soon; if she was lucky, perhaps this very night.
This was how she readied her man for the real thing on their first MMF adventure.
Once the real one was in, the other ass was hers…