He liked to talk about her, show photos. What is supposedly gorgeous. And the whole of it. But he really liked the idea that she would be fucked different. And better a few others.
Actually, with this he came. It was funny to watch. The girl was really good.
- Do you understand that if this happens, you will hardly be able to control it and it will no longer be talk and dream, it will be real dicks inside your beloved, sperm on her face and in the holes, that you will be only a spectator, not even a participant?
He went away from both the answer and the reflections on this topic. But he fantasized funny. I knew nothing about her, only regularly received photos, sometimes videos. She liked to pose, she was happy to comment on what she was doing, what was going on. WITH
With gusto sucked dick, played with tongue, lips, without much emphasis, but skillfully, knowing his business. She told me how she wanted sperm in her mouth, kai to her high. She said she was sucking dick, but seemed to want to say that dick. Her gaze was crazy, excited and lustful. She seemed to be waiting for more. But sex itself, with all the passion, was still quite ordinary. She loved blowjob, being on top and sometimes he fucked her in the ass. She herself was pushing her ass and exhaled - come on. She liked it. She really liked it.
He was silent about his fantasies. And then he complained that he wanted it so that someone else's dick would plow her ass and that sperm flowed from there ...
- And you will collect this sperm?
Oh no, here he denied everything, but due to the convulsiveness of these answers and denials, it was clear that he would have licked and licked even without an order.
He was afraid to talk to her, although he was getting closer to this, and the day of the conversation was getting closer.
- Do you realize that you will have to tell her that? Tell about fantasies?
- I can not...
- You can, you can not, and you want. You only talk about it. You want me to fuck her?
After this my phrase, of course, he disappeared.
And, as expected, came back in a couple of weeks.
I frankly had fun.
- Who came to us that, matured?
“I, no, please don't say that.” I sent you a photo and video.
- Well, what are you, a sucker, how to speak and with whom, I will decide without you, is it clear?
- I, no, I ... Please watch the video.
The surprise was not such a surprise.
She spoke to him. Herself.
The entourage was notable. Dick in your mouth and, judging by the movements, she dabbled his fingers at the point. Her lips walked steadily along the trunk, he moaned, she let the cock out of her mouth and gently worked her tongue over the head. And in between, she told him that she wanted to try together, that he and another man, that she was interested, and even double, and that he did not think, it was just a fantasy. And her fingers worked harder and harder in his ass, he moaned, she squished her mouth on the cock.
Turned it both. Strong.
He finished, squeezing her head, and she took cum in her mouth, excitedly, lustfully.
- Well, enough to shoot, go kiss me better ...
The video is cut short.
- What, like a sperm, baby?
- How do you know...
Cum he liked. And fingers in the ass. And her proposal. And twice more that night, they were very close. Highly. And she asked rougher. And again he kissed her mouth in semen.
- She wants to see you.
- Suddenly. And what did you tell her?
- Nothing ... He said that he was a friend, and that he could try to realize his dreams ...
- Do you understand how ridiculous it sounded? Comrade, about which she does not know, but to whom you are ready to give her. She did not say a word against it?
- Yes ... How do you know ... How ...
- I'll talk. Let him come to the chat in person. Without you.
She came in a day.
Was assertive, even cheeky, that is. From fear. From excitement, from desire. And it was visible.
Idle talk was secular, against the backdrop of wild tension.
- Do you want?
She somehow immediately wilted. Eyes ran.
- Want. But I'm afraid. This is all wrong.
- Well wrong. You want, he wants. To no.
- Yes, this is just a game ...
- It depends on who, by whom, and how it plays. Does the game rule you?
She faded away. However, quickly moved away.
We chatted nicely. I do not particularly stand on ceremony. She shuddered from each "dick", "ass", "pussy."
- You still redder whore
- Me not...
“Relax, girl, who you are clearly and obviously.” Just say it out loud - I'm a whore, I fucking, I'm a slut.
She whispered, even muttered. Read the wildest excitement. It seemed like a wall, a wave of lust coming from her.
Look excited. It is evident that he wants a lot, which is already ringing in his ears from desire.
- So, you want to fuck with others, with others, and he let him look?
She looked at me vaguely and spoke, more and more confidently.
- Want. And so he could not ... Nothing. Just watch. From this one thought I'm going crazy.
- And the thought that he will not look, but just wait, when you appear, all scattered and satisfied, does not scare you?
- This is probably too ...
She somehow became insecure again.
- However. Do you often masturbate?
- Yes very.
- And all the fantasies around it?
- No, absolutely not. I see it. Group And this is what you said he was waiting for. But this is not the most exciting, I do not even know how to explain it ...
- You want to obey. That it was not just treason, but the possession of you. Husband is her master to you, so you need a master.
- To submit ...
- Yes, so that what is done to you is not particularly dependent on you.
- obey ...
- Shake, think. Come back.
She called three more times. I did not answer. She wrote. Somehow directly humiliated. Requested. He replied that I would write or call her myself, forbade them to have sex for a week and to jerk off to her.
And she agreed.
After a couple of weeks I naabral it. In the middle of the day. She tried to say that she could not speak.
- This will be our last conversation.
And she rushed somewhere to the toilet or back room from her stuffy office.
- What, gets the idea of belonging?
- You turn me on.
- How is success in your personal life?
- I'm not giving. I do not masturbate. I so want to finish. I did not think that the thought that I could do it without permission would turn me on like this.
“Not a resolution, bitch, but an order.” Feel the difference
- Yes. Can I call you Master?
- Hey, baby, you are standing in the middle of a working day, hiding somewhere in the corners and you have only one thought if I will be your master?
- Yes. Yes. This is something crazy, but I want it.
“Have you talked to him about this?”
- Yes. He is waiting.
She went to work. I asked to meet.
With him, the situation was even faster. He humiliated endlessly, asking for permission to do anything with her. Cried. Howl I tried to threaten, but he himself wilted.
- She'll be fucked. And not you. Isn't that what you wanted?
“I thought it would depend on me that she would ask for permission.” That I can stop it.
- You can. Just leave her and everything.
- I can't ... I'm losing my mind.
Crazy family
A week later, I let them have sex. At the camera.
He fucked her in all holes, but somehow meekly, silently, like a tool. She gave him orders and instructions and moaned, howled, begged. She constantly asked for something, asked again, she was frankly carrying.
A pair of her orgasms, a pair of him. Cum on his face and mouth. Her fingers push the seed into his mouth. Submissive eyes of both. And lingering passion, lust ...
The next day, they wrote somehow in turn.
He asked to stop. She requested a personal meeting. It seemed that it was agreed.
- What, you want to tell him - while darling - I fuck?
- No, I want to see you, learn, meet. I want you.
- Why do you need me?
- I, I ... I will be submissive.
- Let's think ....
As long as you live and live, rabbits.
He was furious. He piled me with angry questions, then fell silent. However, the hysteria was clear. The boy began to play and felt that a little more and he would fall below nowhere. Although, did he know the possible depths of this fall itself. I think, suspected.
I flew away on a business trip. And a couple of weeks limited communication. They are slightly cold.
And I made her a meeting. She was silent for two days. But she agreed. And she came.
We drank coffee. I considered her. In life, it turned out to be more interesting than in a photo or video. She was smiling, attractive and very charming. We wandered around the bush. About dreams, about books. And went to the personal.
- Why did you come?
- you called
- You understand what could be next?
- Yes
And she lowered her eyes. Began to knead the edge of the tablecloth. Slightly reddened.
- What, baby, I thought, and vdug fuck and here it is, the same thing?
She was slow to answer. As if she was going to.
- Yes, but not quite. I understand that you can just ... Well ...
- Fuck you?
- Yes ... But this is not the most important thing.
- And what is the main thing for you here?
- What can you order.
- Can you obey?
- Yes.
She looked at me point-blank, a little frightened, but that same lustful gleam was already rising from the depths of her gray eyes.
- I can, but I will not. I was pleased to spend time with you, you're sweet. Hello to my husband.
I got up and she suddenly grabbed my hand. Squeezed. And, sitting, slightly leaning forward whispered.
- Please, no, I do not want it, I want with you ...
- Look at me
She looked up. And all. Only lust. A wish. And tears.
“I'll think about it, but not today.” Behave yourself.
Every day she wrote. What awaits. And he wants. And ready.
The question was, what is she ready for?
I called him. And we met. He tried to be friendly. But swam.
“Do you know that I saw your wife?”
- Yes.
He averted his eyes. And he began to pull the napkin.
- Do you understand why?
He suddenly began to talk in confusion, in a half-whisper, but in detail. stories about sex He waited for her that day, knowing where she went. That here she will come, finally, fucked off and that he will be with her will lick her body, the holes that it would be so sweet to get someone else's sperm ...
But it turned out that there was nothing. She was upset and even evil. Slapped him in the face, screamed, and then began to masturbate while standing over him, and he saw how she fucked herself, how she rubbed the clitoris, how she was flowing. And he lay on the floor under her body, between her legs and went crazy. She allowed her to masturbate. Offended him, told him how she wanted not him and what, in fact, she wanted, how. Finished. I sat down on his face, drowned his golub between his legs for a long time. And then I just milked him, cheating. He quickly finished. Slaps fell one by one, he licked his own sperm from the floor.
He went crazy with arousal.
He liked this. Suddenly. Everything that happened to him.
- Did you make her?
- Not. I didn’t touch her either. This is probably what you wanted. You will wait, and she will ... my
He was silent.
- I do not know what to do.
- You live one life and quite normal. Well, sex and sex.
- It stands between us. I want more. And she wants. And tougher or something ...
That's the turn.
- Do you want harder?
- I want her so angry, furious, excited. I want it even stronger than usual and that control that I really liked.
That's the turn.
- I have something to do with it?
- Take us.
Ambiguous. Whether to yourself, or them, or do what you want.
- I'm not a big fan of couples. Especially those. I like her. It can be brought up, apparently she is still a lustful creature. But what should I do with you? There are such girls as you, I do not like.
- I, no, I'm not a girl ...
- Honey, you thought what will happen next. You will be fucked. Like a woman. Like the bottom being. You will lick her holes and suck her fucker's dicks. Sooner or later you too will get cancer, next to her. Do you realize?
- I did not think about that.
- You have come far. Is it worth it?
- It is worth. I have never been this way. And she.
- I am interested in it, as the bottom. Not as a prostitute who can be leased, but as my personal thing, a toy. What should I do with you?
Suddenly, but he did not hesitate.
- What do you want. With her. I, I ... I am ready to wait and learn.
Racing on the vertical. All they have turns with turns.
We saw her in a couple of days. And immediately at home. Without cafe, preludy and conversations.
Beautiful body. Skin is tender. Small breasts, sharp nipples. Wide hips. Soft tummy. She was very sexy. And she really wanted to.
Slaps, orders, slaps. She was submissive. Her body was covered with marks from pinches, slaps, bright marks left a belt on the ass, on the chest, I didn’t touch the pussy.
She submitted without resistance. Did everything. Flinched from every insult. And moaning from every touch.
She stood against me, in her pussy were my fingers and I pulled her up, she sat down and held back so as not to moan. And this moment - to stand eye to eye - and to see her humility and her infinite desire - was the brightest. I left her to sleep, I let her sleep at her feet. She suffered, but fit.
In the morning with great gusto and pleasure sucked, taking sperm.
She served while I was washing, handed in a towel, dragged underwear and clothes.
It was noticeable that these moments of service, being naked, downstairs, both physically and morally, especially like her.
- It's enough for today
- I have a request for you.
- What, sperm husband want to take?
- Yes...
- Drop you in the point?
- I ... I don't know. As you wish.
And I finished it in the ass, properly ryebav her hole and fingers and dick. On top of yesterday's tracks, it was especially nice to spank and squeeze her body. She howled, moaned, choked with lust.
Flowing down her legs, she quickly dressed.
- bend over
She lifted her skirt. She leaned forward. There was a stain on the underpants. Hips from the inside glittering wet.
- What, vkayf you, bitch, to be with the master's sperm in the ass?
- Yes, Master, yes.
She fell to her knees, again grabbed my hand and began to kiss, mumble.
“Please do whatever you want with me.” I want to be like this, down below. It is very, very tasty. I want more. Do not leave me.
Racing continues. Turn for turn.
In the evening she sent a video. He licks her dirty underpants, tries, and she tells him in detail what and how was with her, asking him if he was waiting for her, if he missed her. She humiliated, he humiliated.
He licked her holes and begged to let her cum, she just weighed slaps, spitting, openly scoffed, fucked him in the mouth, sitting with a cunt on his face.
- Come on, let's show the Master what we are submissive.
And both of them, standing with cancer, dumped their tongues and asked for sperm. She let him cum, licked the sperm from the floor and carried it into his mouth. They passed it to each other. She gave him a slap in the face, spat from top to bottom in his mouth, clenched his jaw.
- Well, what, you want master's dick in your mouth?
Pomotrela the camera.
- Want...
He was looking at the camera now.
He did not say, but groaned it.
“Here we are, Master.” Both.
Is this the final turn? Just the beginning.