She had wanted the cosmetic procedure done for a long time. If the truth be know, she had first wanted it after reading a brochure in reception waiting for her regular appointment.
The brochure described it as a simple and effective means of hair removal, a natural brazilian. It sounded good to her, but what caught her imagination more was the new cosmetic doctor at the clinic who specialised in it. Dr Joe. He was the outdoor type, fit and strong, with a well groomed beard that she immediately fantasised how it might feel brushing against the inside of her thighs as he made her all smooth and hairless.
She decided after a bottle of wine, fuck it, she was going to take the bit between the teeth. She made the appointment and ignored the slightly raised eyebrows of the young girl who took the appointment when she specified Dr Joe. You only live once she thought.
The day came, and even though she had a long thorough shower that morning, she couldn’t help but feel a nervous heat coming from every pore as we made her way down town to the clinic. She was glad too that it was a different girl at reception as she waited nervously for her name to be called out.
She was eventually led into the consultation room where the doctor was waiting for her. He was dressed in casual clothes, jeans and just a tshirt. Once left alone, he put down the paper work he was reading, and looked up with a smile. She was quivering ever so slightly now. He introduced himself in a professional, but very sexy way, shook her hand and pointed to the table. He said he would give her a few minutes, that she was to undress completely, lying on her back. There was a light cloth for her to cover herself if she wished.
By the time he came back in, she was on her back, naked under a sheet, feeling her heart pound in her chest. He placed himself at the end of the table, and slowly slipped the sheet from her. Even though it was warm enough for a small sweat to cover her forehead, her nipples were standing tall and hard. His eyes glanced over them, and she was sure he approved. This was confirmed, or so she thought, by the way he let the sheet slide across her tits, making her nipples tingle with that feeling of wanting them pinched and pulled.
She put these thoughts out of her head, and tried to relax. She was in for a standard procedure, and he did this every day of the week. He was probably happily married, a beautiful wife, but one who was part sunday school teacher, part whore. The perfect union she thought.
His warm hands grabbed her legs and bent each knee slightly, opening up, she was quite sure by now, her wet pussy. She chanced a look down at him, and was sure she caught a smile move across his face as he looked at the small lips of her pussy. He said it would be quite a quick procedure, gauging this with an expert run of the back of his hand across her lips. Fuck this is going to be good she thought. He brought up a seat, and she was sure she could feel the heat from his hands, or was it his breath between her legs. With a firm & definite move, he opened her legs wider, and with that she knew she was wet. He started removing each little hair, one by one, moving her lips this way and that. The slight sting as the hairs were pulled only heightened the sensation even more, and by now, she had her eyes shut tight, trying to block out thoughts of his mouth going down on her and licking her inside and out, of his fingers, one, two, then his whole hand fucking her hard on the table.
As fantasies raced through her head she resigned to the fact that her pussy was open, warm and ever so wet. But she knew this was no ordinary consultation when she felt his knuckles press, quite deliberately into her clitoris. She spasmed involuntarily, looking down at him as if to say sorry, but his cheeky grin only invited her to go with it and let him do his work. This continued for what was far too short a time for her, until he gently rubbed her pussy and looked approvingly at his work. She couldn’t give a flying fuck if he written all over her in indelible ink, she just wanted him to fuck her now, and fuck her hard. But much to her delight, he calmly told her to roll over and he would do her ass (as he put it).
Lying on her stomach, he put a small, firm pillow under her hips, which raised her ass to that angle that invited someone to play with it. But he needed a different position, so he asked if she wouldn’t mind pushing up onto her knees and elbows. It would make for a better job he said. No complaints from the patient she thought. He took out a tube of cream and gently rubbed it up and down her ass crack, paying special attention to her ass hole, rimming it with ever increasing pressure as he rubbed in more cream. Again, the sensation of the hair pulling made her squeeze and relax her ass hole, as if begging him to come inside. Both hands were on her, one holding open her cheeks, the other working around her ass. As he pressed against her, she lost all inhibitions, her pussy was throbbing, her ass now loosening to the idea of it getting fucked. So she pressed back against him, as if defying his steadying hand. Then with gentle pressure, she felt his finger move onto her ass hole and stay there, she pushed back into him. He waited and then with that full body sensation she felt her ass swallow up his finger, and he pushed inside her.
She was groaning now to approve, with each groan he slid his finger in and out. Then it wasn’t a finger, it was softer, warmer, the prickle of his trimmed beard was up against her butt cheeks, and she felt a wet tongue tickle her ass hole. Electrical shocks ran up and down her body. He could take out a 10″ dildo now and fuck her to within an inch of her life – but instead, with his mouth rimming her ass hole, his hands slipped under and groped for her pussy. A very wet, open pussy. But his groans approved, he rubbed hard against her clit, the whole of his hands rubbing fast over her lips, her clIt, making everywhere wet, all over her thighs, everywhere. She was about to cum and it would be loud and hard. She was in a beauticians clinic for fucks sake. She couldn’t scream. Then the attention to her pussy stopped, he pulled away from her ass. Was it over ? But the noise of his belt buckle and a zip opening made her fall back on the table. She was still on her knees as she felt his hard cock rub up against her pussy, then he slipped in. She was so turned on that he went in deep immediately. She started cumming straight away, a full on, wet sloppy orgasm. But he pulled out and paused, right at the wrong time, she wanted to shout, ‘”get the fuck back in there and fuck me hard you cunt” – but what came next blew her mind. He was double penetrating her. With each rough push of his pelvis, his cock and dildo fucked her pussy and ass hole simultaneously. She couldn’t hold on, she let go, she started squirting for the first time in her life, juice coming out of her pussy like a fountain . Harder and harder she came, her ass, her pussy had never wanted a fucking like it before.
After the orgasms merged into one, or she lost count, he pushed deeper and harder into her as he squirted his cum all over her pussy, her ass and her back. She reached round and grabbed his full hard cock, squeezing out the last drops of cum. She felt like a pro doing it, a dirty slut, like the girls she watched on you porn. But it felt good, so good in fact that she played with her pussy one more time. . one more time for him to watch her as she came on her knees, ass wide open on his examination table.No comments
It’s raining outside. I love it when it rains, don’t you? There’s something about rain on my skin that gets me going. I meet you outside. I’m wearing that tight white tank top you like so much and those little pink shorts. You’re just home home from work, your keys still in your hand when I greet you outside. The rain makes my top transparent. I take you by the hand and bring you into the back yard, behind the high fence. I lean over the rail on the back porch, looking back at you with my best fuck-me expression. You do, right there, in the back yard, in the rain. My pants down around my ankles. The rain covers up our sounds of pleasure.No comments
This is my favorite fantasy. I am up on a stage. Bright lights shine down on me. I am stripped, tied spread eagle on a bed. Soft red satin beneath me. Strong black ropes around my wrists and my ankles. My body is shining with oil. I don’t know how I got there, or how long I have been there. The only thing I know is his hands on my body. His fingers on my slit. Squeezing my breasts. Fondling. Touching. Like my body belongs to him. I don’t know who he is. He wears a mask. He smells of leather and expensive cognac.
I don’t know who the audience are. When I tilt my head back I can see them. They also wear masks. All of them do. Men and women both. I don’t know how many there are. The room goes back farther than I can see. They sit on red velvet chairs. They watch me.
My body reacts. He knows how to touch me. I am moaning and shaking. I try to control it but I can’t. He knows just what to do. His touch is amazing. My orgasm is right there. He doesn’t let me have it, but he keeps me there, right at the edge, teasing me until I forget the people watching. Until I forget everything.
Now I’m begging. He smiles. Voices whisper. He stands. His hands leave me. I whimper, so needy. He takes off his clothes slowly. I tremble. Who is he? How did I come to be here?
He is on top of me. His body is hot. He is inside me. I scream. The watchers clap. Someone laughs. He is moving, and now I am cumming, again and again. I don’t care any more. This is all there is, this stage, this bed, these people watching me, this man, my moans. I never want it to end.No comments
Tags: group sex
I have a problem. I don’t know what to do about it. A few weeks ago me and my wife were talking. We have been married for two years. Both of us are divorced, this is our second marriage.
We were talking about our exes. She said that her and her ex used to be swingers, they used to go to swing clubs. I kept asking for more details. She told me that once when they were at a swing club she let a bunch of guys gang bang her.
I got upset about it. We ended up having an argument.
Now I can’t stop thinking about it. But not the way you think. You see, the more I think about it, the more turned on I get. I did not tell her but the real reason I was upset is I got jealous. Not because of people having sex with my wife. I was jealous of her ex for getting to see it.
I keep thinking about watching other men with my wife. The look of ecstasy on her face when they please her. How good it would feel for her. I keep imagining all the details. Like all these men holding her down. I imagine how it would look when cock after cock enters her. How wet she gets. How she cums over and over. How she opens her mouth for more cocks. How it makes her moan. I want to see them all touching her. Making her feel good.
I don’t know how to bring it up. After we had our argument she doesn’t want to talk about it. How can I tell my wife I want to try it?1 comment
I came home early one day when I caught her. Me and my friend were out fishing. It was hot and the fish weren’t biting so we cashed it in early.
When I got home my wife was in front of the computer. She is fine, skinny, blond hair, nice c cup tits. She was sitting there wearing this white lacy teddy that she has. Her hair was damp like she just got out of the shower. She had her hand down between her legs just moaning like crazy.
Imagine my surprise. Imagine hers! I walked in on her like that and there she was just staring at me like she had no idea what to say. Like her hand was in the cookie jar.
Then she did something that just floored me. She said “you are home early. I was just about to cum. Wanna help?”
I thought she meant she wanted me to fuck her. I was out of my clothes in an instant. Hell no! She just turned back to the computer! “What are you doing” I said.
“You wanna help? Get down on your knees and lick me” was her reply.
So I figured what the hell. I got down and started licking. She was still reading this Web sit she was on. I don’t know what she was reading about but it sure did make her hot. Her pussy was so wet it was amazing.
She was right about being right about to cum. It didn’t take long until she was there. She was screaming, holding onto my hair like there was no tomorrow.
That’s what we do on the weekends ever since. On Saturday night she puts on the teddy and she says “wanna help?” We go in the bedroom. She sits in front of her computer with me on the floor between her legs. There’s this site called Literotica that has all kinds of stories. She looks until she finds something that gets her hot. Sometimes she reads it out loud while my face is down between her legs licking. The stories get me hot too, especially when she starts screaming. She will cum until she can’t cum any more or until the end of the story, whichever comes first.
Then it’s my turn. I get on the bed. She starts kissing all the way down to my cock. Then she takes it in her mouth and starts sucking. If it’s a good story I don’t last very long before I pop off in her mouth.
We keep looking for more stories, it’s how we found this place. She’s been talking lately about trying some of the things in the stories she reads. I never knew this side of her! Guys, if you ever catch your wives reading porn, don’t get upset. That way maybe you can get better sex!No comments
I was in my home office, reviewing the presentation, annotating last minute changes in the wide margin. Hadn’t even noticed he had walked in until he clicked off my desk lamp. I looked up, surprised.
Without a word, he took my wrist in one hand, removed the pen with the other and laid it on the desk. Still holding my wrist, he pulled me to my feet and I was led out the door. What was going on here? Neither of us spoke, somehow I felt it would be out of place.
He brought me into our darkened bedroom, closed the door behind us, had his hand now on my lower back and softly nudged me until I was standing next to the bed. Oh, so that’s what’s on his mind. I smiled, eager.
With quick, accurate motions, he unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra, undid my zipper and slid jeans and panties down to my ankles. He paused, and I got the clue, stepped carefully out of them, thankful I’d been barefoot. I waited in the pitch dark as he walked away for a moment, probably putting the clothes in the hamper. It was one of the things I really liked about him – no messy clothes strewn all over the floor, ever.
In another moment, I felt him behind me, so close his hot breath on the back of my neck made me tingle in the most delicious way. His hands softly rested on my shoulders, squeezed possessively, then gently pushed me at the bed. Ok, hint taken, I climbed on the bed, flipped and lay on my back.
There was something so hot about being controlled by him in the dark, obeying him without a word. I was already keen for whatever he had planned next, as I suspected it wouldn’t be just a simple fuck; he was far too clever and complex for something so mundane.
He again went off somewhere for a moment, then I felt his weight as he sat on the bed next to me. His hand ever so softly glided over my nipple farthest from him, upward to my shoulder, then he leaned slightly over me, skimmed his fingers slowly down my arm. At my wrist, he brought it across my body, and secured it with a buckled cuff. This was new! Another brush on the nearer nipple, same pattern, and my other wrist was also shackled. I tested the bonds, heard metal clank slightly – the cuffs held by small chains to a bar.
I felt his hand glide over my cheek, then a finger pressed to my lips – a reminder to keep silent. He must have grabbed the bar, as I felt the cuffs pull at my arms, raising them upward. A swift click, and I was secured to the headboard. He moved off the bed, and quickly snapped cuffs around my ankles, pushing them apart. Ah, another spreader bar. I vaguely wondered when he’d gotten these.
I was surprised as he grabbed that bar and brought it up to meet the other, clicking into place. I was doubled-up, secured, and very very exposed, getting more turned-on by the second. He shifted position, moved to my right side on the bed. Oooo, I felt the soft touch of fur tickling my feet, caressing my leg, repeating. My breath came in small pants, suspecting what was coming, knowing that the other side of the fur toy was the leather paddle. As it danced and teased, he reached up, did something to the spreader bars, and suddenly they glowed with the ghostly colors of the aurora borealis. I was amazed, completely absorbed by this amazing light show in the darkness.
Smack! Smack! Left cheek, then right, then the fur to caress. I’d almost yelped in surprise, had gulped air at the sudden attack. Now he drew the leather side along my legs, ending in four swats, each cheek and on the backs of my thighs. My sex was throbbing already, wanting him, craving more. As if reading my mind, he grazed a finger over my swollen pussy lips, up then back, twice, thrice, barely touching me yet certainly feeling my liquid arousal. Then he pinched the lips together quickly, removed his hand.
More smacks, four on each cheek, harsher than before. I squirmed, the pain inflaming my lust. Fur skimmed my ass, making me even more needy. Another series of eight smacks, just as harsh. Was he trying to make me cum like this? I was getting sooo close. Another fur kiss, eight more smacks on my ass, then 4 on my thighs. I fidgeted from the pain/pleasure assault, bit my tongue to keep quiet.
I heard a small snap, but before I could register what it was, I felt a lubed finger teasing my back hole. Oh the sensations! Teasing, pressing just a little, circling, then a bit more pressure as he slipped inside a bit. I rolled my hips, wanting more, but he denied me. The finger left me, and the paddle came back with a vengeance. Nine smacks each cheek. Ouch! Those really stung. No fur this time, just that teasing finger again. I knew to keep still this time, absorb the pleasure he saw fit to give me without demanding more.
Another snap, more lube, the finger invaded to the second knuckle, drawing circles inside of me, round and round, in and out. My eyes closed, I was lost to the sensation. Then a second finger joined the party, probing me, stretching me in the most deliciously erotic way. I was panting, both from the pleasure and the effort to lie still. Such slow teasing – it was driving me out of my mind. I was almost ready to squirm again, to beg the intensity of the paddle, to feel more. Did he read my mind? The fingers pulled away, and the paddle descended. A dozen smacks on each side, the harshest yet. I was biting my lip to stifle my cries.
My ass cheeks must have been glowing at this point. The snap again, and I felt cool droplets hitting my back hole. His finger worked the puddle into me, then I felt something cold press into me, slipping inside where his finger had played. It stretched me, slowly, then would pause and I felt it twist, then probe deeper. Deeper still. Almost to the point of pain, and then a little relief; the diameter was a little smaller. It nestled deep inside me, felt so good but I was desperate for motion.
Almost levitated when I felt it start vibrating! Oh YES!! I panted harder, the pulses attacking sensitive nerves. The paddle joined in, a little less intense, a slow rhythm, one side then the other. I clenched my fists, shuddered, my body tightening as the feelings built higher and higher.
The spanking stopped, the bed shifted, and I felt him ram into me. Yes, yes YES!! I was mad with lust, crazed, ensorcelled by this man and how he played my body with exquisite precision. The wave built as he snapped his hips, thrusting hard, over and over. The pleasure overtook us both, him grunting, me screaming, both of us demolished in ecstasy.No comments
In my dream, he takes me camping far from home. The woods are dark and deep. We build a campfire to hold away the evening chill.
“What is the rope for?” I ask him.
“I thought you would never ask.”
Quick as lightning, he grabs my wrist. Before I know what is happening, I am bound to the tree just outside the circle of light from the fire.
He watches me struggle for a bit, waiting. Waiting for me to realize I can’t get free.
When he is satisfied, he starts on my clothes. Bit by bit, one scrap at a time, he cuts them off my body with his hunting knife. He laughs when he gets to my panties. They are soaked through. We both know what that means.
He whispers in my ear. “You like it.” I do.
He strips slowly. He is just inside the light from the fire. I gasp at how hard he is.
Then he is pressed against me, he is inside me, taking what he wants. We both cum together under the dark trees and the stars.
He turns away, leaving me there. His cum drips from me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask. He laughs. “I’m not forgetting a thing.”
He goes back to the campfire, leaving me there. I squirm and moan, dripping.
He visits me throughout the night, coming to take what he wants. By morning I am tired and sore, giddy with sex. He puts me in the back of the car and covers with a blanket. We stop often on the way home. He takes what he wants, to show me I’m his.No comments
Tags: bondage,forced orgasm,M/f
I know something’s up by your expression. You take me in to the bedroom. There are candles everywhere. You have spread rose petals all over the bed. You kiss me softly. Ever so slowly, you undress me. When I am bare, you lay me down on the bed.
That’s when I see them. The cuffs. They are at the corners of the bed, one for each corner. I am starting to feel nervous now. You kiss me again. It feels so nice, I let you put the cuffs on my wrists.
You spread my legs apart. The cuffs go around my ankles to hold them. Now I am completely in your power. There is nothing I can do.
You get out the Hitachi. I know what is going to happen. I start pleading with you. “No, please don’t!” I beg. You just smile. I already know nothing will stop you. “Shuush now, baby girl,” you say.
You turn it on. I feel it touch me between my legs. I usually have to work up to it, I can’t take it on high. You don’t care. My pleading turns to screaming.
I am already cumming before a minute goes by. It’s way too much, but you don’t care. You just hold it there. I am screaming and fighting. The cuffs hold me down tight. You still hold it there. I am crying. I keep cumming and cumming. Every one hurts more than the one before.
Now I am begging for you to stop. You don’t stop. My clit is screaming. My juices are flowing all over the bed. I can’t stop cumming. Again and again. I can’t make words any more. I can’t stop sobbing.
You still hold it there. Everything becomes a blur. I would pass out but the vibration keeps waking me up. I scream and scream. I’m still cumming.
I keep fighting until there is no strength left. I am covered in sweat. I can’t even struggle any more. I can barely scream. My voice is hoarse. You still keep holding it there. I still keep cumming. I look into your eyes. “Please,” I whisper. “Please stop.”
You shake your head. The Hitachi is still there. I can’t tell what’s pleasure or what’s pain. All of my control is gone. I am still cumming. I don’t know how long you have kept me here. My body is exhausted. I am still cumming.
I surrender. My eyes are closed. I can’t fight any more. The vibrations are making me insane. I want it to stop so badly. It still keeps happening. I am cumming and cumming and you won’t stop.
Then you whisper in my ear. “I will make it stop if you will be my slave for one week.” I can barely move. All I can feel is the vibration. I can’t stop cumming. “Anything,” I say. “Just make it stop.” Only then does it stop. Only then can I think about what I just agreed to.No comments
Tags: bondage,group sex,non-consent,oral,orientation play,surprise
I am a college student at a big Midwestern university. I have a boyfriend I love very much. We have a great sex life. Most of the time if I’m not having sex with him I’m fantasizing about it. These last few weeks my fantasies have been about something different. I keep thinking about having sex with other women.
I am strait. At least I think so. I don’t get turned on by women’s bodies. I have fantasies about women, but in my fantasies, I am forced to have sex with them.
Like I have this one fantasy where my boyfriend tells me to go over to his place. He has this apartment off campus. I figure he’s horny and wants to hook up. The first thing he does is put some handcuffs on me. My hands are behind my back. He starts kissing me and putting his hands all over me. I’m getting so turned on. He pulls up my shirt and starts kissing my breasts, because he knows it drives me wild.
Then he pulls off my pants and starts fingering me. I’m just about to lose it when he stops.I’m so turned on by now I can hardly walk.
He leads me into the bedroom. There’s a woman on his bed. She’s naked. I ask him what’s going on. He says he wants to watch me have sex with her.
I say no way. It doesn’t matter. My hands are handcuffed behind my back. He has the key. He shows me it and he says there is no way he will let me go unless I do what he says.
I don’t have a choice. I have to do it. He tells me to kiss her. I do. Not that way, he says, I have to use my tongue. He makes me French kiss with her for a long time.
Then he makes me start kissing her body and her tits. It’s a little hard to do with my hands behind my back. I don’t really want to, but I know he is telling the truth, he won’t let me go unless I do it.
He comes up behind me. “Go down on her.” I hesitate. He pushes my head down. I start licking her. Pretty soon she is moaning like crazy. He holds my head down for the entire time until she cums hard.
I think it’s over now, but it’s not. Now he says she has to return the favor. She must like doing it, because she really knows how to touch me to drive me wild. Pretty soon it’s my turn to cum.
It still is not over. He makes us keep having sex with each other again and again. He takes off his clothes, and pretty soon he’s jerking it while he tells us what to do to each other. He makes us do everything, fingering, oral, making out. When he’s done he cums all over our tits and makes us both lick it up. Then he unlocks me. She goes home and we spend the whole night having the wildest sex ever.No comments