Fetish Ezine

Truly Wracking

The two women were so wrapped up in what they were doing neither one of them noticed when Eden pushed open the bedroom door and slipped inside.

Josie was in the process of sucking Tina to a stunning orgasm when she was frozen in place by her mistress’s stern voice,

“I leave you two little sluts alone for just a few hours and look what happens, I told you to have the apartment cleaned and dinner on the table, but from what I can tell all you’ve been doing all day is sucking each other off.”

Both females were now literally shaking like a leaf, and as the big bull dyke began stripping of her clothes, wondering what type of punishment Eden would dole out.

Standing nearly six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds, Eden cast an aura that would make even strong men think twice before crossing her.

The huge titted bitch sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled them both over her lap and proceeded to spank them like they were little children. Alternating between the two perfect bottoms, she laid stroke after stroke on each cheek until both girls were crying like babies as she tanned their cute tight butts.

“I’ve just about had it with your two, she snarled while coming down hard on Tina’s red ass, you think that this is just a gravy train and that you can take advantage of my generosity, is that right!”

When neither girl answered her quickly enough she whacked them both hard several more times

Then the big dyke began gently massaging their bottoms, while occasionally running her finger into their very wet pussies.

Eden lay down on the bed, and while her two huge breasts hung off to the side, she beckoned her sluts to her arms whereupon she fed each of them a nipple while cradling them each in her arms.

“Oh yessssssssss my little ones”, she sighed as the two young women nursed quietly on her fat hard nipples,

As the two sucked her to heaven, Eden gently rubbed their bright red bottoms, and as the fury built inside of her hairy pussy, she spread her legs wide and gently pushed Josie towards her crotch.

As she got into position, Josie carefully spread the big cunt wide apart, and buried her mouth directly on the big dyke’s huge clit.

Orgasm was almost instantaneous, and automatically Eden bucked her naked cunt forward into the little slut’s mouth as her climax built inside of her steaming pussy.

Eden pulled little Tina away from her breast, and lifted her like a rag doll until her wet pussy was pressing directly against her hungry mouth.

Now two of them were on a collision course for an orgasm as the two mouths went absolutely wild nipping and sucking at the two engorged clits like there was no tomorrow.

Tina began shuddering throughout her body as her mistress sucked her to a climax that was truly thunderous, while at the same time Josie was eating her mistress with the determination to give her the orgasm of a lifetime.

To lesbians there is just something about having a clit in your mouth and a tongue in your pussy that made life wonderful, and at that very moment, orgasms that were truly wracking both Tina and Eden’s pussies until the two of them slumped together.

Tandi

Right Till the Last

Pregnant Sex…

In the morning, we would lay together, touching, kissing, teasing our bodies and slowly making love.

Once she started, it took only warm words and gentle pressure on her clitoris to produce several throbs. She lay on the couch listening to the stereo while I worked, stroking herself to the slow music. Sometimes I just sat and watched her lovely nude vagina and anus, squeezing every so often to her touches.

I watched her slowly press a dildo at her pussy until it was swallowed completely. I could see her contract on it as she eased it in, and my penis was aroused. I stood over her to have it sucked hard while she pushed the dildo with her heel, her hips slowly heaving.

The climax of our climaxes was a long, slow lovemaking. We’d get comfortable and I’d slide into the wet and tired pussy in place of the rubber surrogate. As we rocked together, she would squeeze one of her nipples and one of mine, and I would do the same.

We were lying on our sides, so she was able to take the lower breast in both hands. She squeezed the puffed aureole with her thumbs and a squirt of milk ran over her hand. As she shifted more to her back to lick it from her hand I leaned forward to suck the swollen nipple. A small quantity of milk flowed, and it made her hotter.

“The other”, she whispered, and I repeated what had been done, tasting her warm, somehow familiar milk.

Now she began to milk the breast in earnest, pulling with both hands. Hot streams of milk washed my chest, and I could feel her pussy contract on me as her hands urged milk from the nipple. Timing my thrusts to her tit milking, we brought her to the brink, and held her there for many seconds.

With wide eyes, she pressed her clit to me, using me to stimulate herself when needed, holding the cum just on the edge as her vagina slowly expanded in the wind-up before orgasm. When finally it contracted on my penis my orgasm was triggered, sending hot streams of semen to mix with her juices.

It left us with eyes closed, wallowing in a mixture of our secretions, feeling one another’s fading throbs as she pressed her belly and breasts to me, holding me tightly in her arms as her contractions began to come faster by the minute.

Cracker

Act Of Worship

He could have bought and sold countries in the boardroom, but he was on his knees before her now, as calm and reverent as though he knelt before the marble feet of a saint. This was his clarity, his peace, his worship.

Lena stood there, clad in a black robe of expensive Chinese silk that fell to mid-thigh. Below the hem, her legs were bare, their curves smoothly swaying down to her bare feet. She had just washed them, and they were still pink from the bath.

As he pressed his lips to the top of one delicate foot, he could smell the scent of the bath salts she had used, a faint mix of citrus and lavender. Beneath it though, the earthy scent of her still clung, that scent he loved, the scent that rose from her like the scent of beeswax from candles.

It clung at the nape of her neck, under her arms, in the shadow of her groin, and here, at her feet, soft and poised and perfect. Each toe was perfect, he could have counted a rosary on the shell beads of her nails. He kissed each one with a prayer in his heart.

At last his marble saint thawed. She reclined upon the loveseat, in the flickering candlelight, and brought her feet up for him to worship. Her robe parted, revealing the sweet ripeness of her breasts. Her auburn hair burned across one shoulder. The whiteness of her skin was nowhere more perfect than on her feet.

He kissed the undersides, so pink and tender, the light skin that pulled into wrinkles when she curled her toes under, the delicate sweep of her arch crinkling as he ran his tongue over it, kissed it. She pressed her other foot to his cheek with a sigh, leaning back, knees parting. Her hand was inside her robe, pleasuring herself. Of course, a goddess takes pleasure in worship. Her scent drifted out from between her thighs, ripe and rich.

He had himself in hand now, his cock aching hard and almost purple with lust. His tongue flirted along her toes, diving under each row and between them, his mouth caressing them softly until her low purrs of ticklish pleasure rose to little gasps. His thumbs rubbed and caressed her instep, his palms cradled her heels.

She touched his shoulder, and he drew closer, staring with wonder into her eyes. She lowered her feet to his lap, pressing them to his cock, rolling it between her insteps. His eyes closed and he pushed forward, between her feet as she held them pressed together for him. Her knees were drawn up tight, pressed together. He held them for balance, his hands sliding on the smooth warm silk of her skin. The pleasure her feet gave him was profound, tight pressure and friction. He moaned.

Lena parted her knees. He swept his hands down to her ankles, helped her keep the pressure steady as he gazed up at her pussy. She had her hand there, stroking herself, the fur of her cleft, light and gingery, billowing out around two sticky fingers. The smell of her was like sacramental incense.

He thrust between her feet, caressing them with his hands even as they stroked his cock, he was in an ecstasy of pleasure. Her thigh muscles flexed, calf muscles bunched, her feet felt smooth and warm and alive under his hands, flexing and pressing. She was Woman, gorgeous, serene, and perfect. He was the lusting serpent, now crushed under her heel.

When he came, it shot out of him in a lance of pleasure, and he looked down to see his semen gushing in jets over her feet, across the soles, over the tops, even between her toes as she rubbed them over the head of his twitching cock.

At last he slumped, spent, the smell of his offering mingling with her scent, and lay upon the floor in drained pleasure. She toyed one foot over his cock, rolling it from side to side, pressing her sticky foot against it until it rose again.

She descended, a goddess from on high, to receive her due of pleasure from him, and all that he gave, he gave gratefully. As she moved to straddle him, one of her feet planted to either side of him, he grasped her ankles and felt himself the very earth upon which she walked, exalted by the touch of her holy foot.

– Alexandra Rose

“You want to be my slave girl, bitch?” I strode around the trembling girl arrogantly leering at her from head to toe, my eyes of course spending most of the time staring at her tits and ass.

“Yes, Master,” she timidly said.

“Then why are your clothes still on? Strip!”

She hurried to comply with my command as I glared at her and continued my predatory circling. In an instant her clothes were scattered about and she stood before me completely naked.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and legs apart.”

She moved as I commanded exposing her nicely trimmed cunt and lifting her firm tits with their erect nipples. I continued to move around her but now I squeezed and fondled as I moved. I weighed each tit and gave it a squeeze. I stroked her ass cheeks and slapped them hard.

I stood in front of her and staring down into her trembling face I slowly inserted a finger into her cunt. It was sopping wet and when I found the clit it was rock hard.

She was prime, but I didn’t intend to tell her that.

“Bitch, you aren’t good enough to be my sex slave. You’re not even good enough to be my cock slave. You might be suitable as a jizz slave, though.” I paused, shoved three fingers into her grasping cunt and said, “Are you interested in being my jizz slave, bitch?”

“I don’t understand,” she squealed.

“It’s easy, cunt. A sex slave has some rights. A cock slave is a lower form of life with barely a safe word to protect her. A jizz slave is scum and has no rights at all, not even a safe word.” I continued to work my fingers into her steaming cunt.

“If you become my jizz slave, and I’m not sure you’re even fit for that, you will be under my absolute control. Your body and your life will be mine to dispose of as I wish. You will exist solely to worship my jizz and its sacred source, my cock and balls. You will be used and abused in any way that pleases me and helps me fill you with cum.”

She was silent, but my fingers could feel the gush of cunt juices as she thrilled at the abasement that could be hers. She only paused a moment before saying in a faltering voice, “I would like to be your jizz slave, Master.”

I was thrilled. The cunt was to be mine.

“We shall see if you are suitable. I will test you. On your knees.”

She sunk to her knees. I moved behind her and stripped. Grabbing her by the hair I then moved quickly in front of her with my cock inches from her mouth. She gasped in fear as she took in the sight of my 12-inch long, three-inch diameter cunt ripper.

“Let’s see how well you suck, bitch.”

She opened her mouth and tried to insert my cock, but it was hard work. I assisted by slowly forcing my cock into her mouth as I held her head.

“Lap it with your tongue and suck, don’t just lip it.”

Her tongue started moving against my rod and I could feel the vacuum she developed all the way to my jizz-filled balls.

“If you pass the cock-sucking test, we’ll see how you are at cunt fucking it. Then it’s on to butt fucking.”

She gagged in surprise to my words; I filled her throat before she could protest!

Freddie

Squirting Fetish

Alley glanced at me and nodded her head in his direction. I tapped her knee and we both knelt in front of him simultaneously, Alley grabbing his cock and me fondling his balls. Two minutes later he was hard and Alley swallowed the head of his penis, working her tongue.

She released him from her mouth and nudged me. I put my head close to hers and we traded his cock back and forth several times. His taste was different, more like sea salt and sweat this time, but this was our man and I didn’t care what he tasted like.

He came in Kale’s mouth, humping his hips gently forward, and I let go of his ball sac. Alley grabbed my hand and pulled me close, grunting, as she quickly took his cock out of her mouth and shoved my head down. He spasmed only twice for me, but that was enough to fill my mouth.

I held still, my lips around the head, swallowed once and swirled my tongue around for more. A few more drops came out and he began to deflate. I kissed his cock tip and swallowed the last of his come. Alley laughed and said “Next time you go first, he almost drowned me!” I giggled and he laughed. I stood up and climbed onto the bed, propping my head with a big pillow.

I knew what was coming next, and my pussy itched for her. She saw me, smiled and pulled the pillow out from under me. She straddled my face with her hips and kissed my clit, working her tongue. She was dripping and I licked her clean, then went to work on her center. I tongued her butt hole and made her squirm, then returned to her slit.

Holding her lips open, I tongue fucked her clit from underneath, being rewarded with squirt after squirt of her cum and a muffled scream in my pussy. I opened my mouth and tried to catch ever squirt of her juices, I just love to watch as her pussy pulsates at each squirt.

The sight always makes my squirting orgasm start.

She finally quit teasing me and sucked my clit and labia into her mouth, chewing and sucking. I began to grunt, tensing as the waves hit me.

She quit sucking and started lapping at my squirts of juice.

Tandi

Charmed, I’m Sure

She spread her legs just enough that he could see the gold winking at him. It sent an electric bolt straight to his cock, and he stroked himself harder. That’s what he loved about Natalie. She was never naked, even naked. She always had her jewelry.

When they’d first met, her eyebrow ring and lip stud had turned him on – a girl who is brave enough to let strangers poke needles into her is one who isn’t afraid to risk in a relationship. But he’d had no idea, then, how far her love of body jewelry went.

He approached as she reclined on the bed, bent over her beautiful body. The three rings in each ear glittered against her ebony hair with its painted red highlights; her lip piercing was slick under his tongue. His fingers found her nipples, played with the beads that closed the loops that pierced them. She arched and stiffened.

His cock now lay against her thigh and he shifted so it slid against her pussy. He could feel her jewels pressing into him, little pearls of pleasure. Her nipples were stiff under his fingers, sharply erect now, and straining.

He sucked them, worked lower, cruising down her body to the well of her navel, pierced once above and once below with dangling charms. He jingled them against his teeth, felt her arch and giggle, and then he was there between her thighs, smelling her fragrant pussy, feeling her naked mound slippery against his tongue.

A lone barbell pierced a tiny bit of flesh just above the peak of her cleft, and he kissed it gently before ducking lower. One piercing transfixed her clitoral hood vertically, curved barbell seesawing back and forth under his tongue. The other was a much deeper piercing, the triangle piercing, a ring thrust through the flesh beneath the buried shaft of the clitoris itself.

This one was super-sensitive, and the ring sported a bead that rested right on her pink button. He tugged it with his teeth, making her jump, flicked it to and fro with his tongue, then got to work rubbing her clit with his tongue as she thrust her hips against his greedy mouth.

He could’ve drank from her all night, but she had other ideas. He reluctantly drew away from her sweet-flowing nectar long enough for her to turn over, exposing her round, high-arched ass, and the masterpiece of the piercer’s craft that was her back.

They called it a corset piercing – two rows of rings set shallowly in the flesh like the eyelets of a corset, descending from just below her shoulder blades to just above the peak of her bottom’s delicious swell.

Matching the black and red of her hair, twin ribbons bound both sides together in a net of flesh, metal, and satin. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, heart-stopping, and the fact that she’d dared to go through with it was what had charmed him into falling in love with her in the first place.

He kissed his way up as he slid into her, the hot silken wetness of her. She cried out at his size, his strength, as he thrust in deeply, ruthlessly, rigid cock plundering her yielding pussy.

He twined his fingers in the laces of her corset of flesh and hauled her gently back, relishing the little gasp as he did so. Her mouth met his, panting and desperate.

“Where do you want the next one, love?” he asked, stroking her pussy with his other hand, feeling her twitch and spasm, hips rolling with her first orgasm. “Where shall I pierce you next?”

“Here,” she gasped, holding his hand over her heart. He imagined setting the clamps to her, piercing the delicate skin over her breastbone, perhaps one more at the inner point of each collarbone, a tiny triangle.

“Yes,” he panted. “There. I’ve already got you through the heart, don’t I?”

She moaned and rubbed urgently against him. It was too much, her heat, her lush body squirming on him, his handiwork glittering all over her, his name as good as written in her flesh.

As he came inside her, he knew he’d never tire of piercing her through.

~ Alexandra Rose ~

Mature / Younger Woman - Lesbian Sex Fantasy

Lady Atwood was a very special woman known by nobles and peasants alike through out the land. She was the only sorceress who knew all the ancient spells of sex and she would help anyone in need.

With a pinch of exotic herbs and a musical chant, she could grow a man’s small root to twice its length or help a barren woman become pregnant. Shortly before her fiftieth birthday, she put out the word that she was looking for an apprentice to learn her special craft.

It was no secret that the red-haired woman preferred to share her bed with women over men. She had close relationships with harlots and queens alike over the years. When a young peasant woman by the name of Sheri finally worked up the courage to ask the sappho sorceress to take her in, Lady Atwood did not turn her away and the lessons started at once.

The slender blonde had a basic understanding of sex taught to her by her parents. She had so much to learn about how the sexual organs of both sexes worked. The young woman was a fast learner and she soon found out that sex could be a pleasurable form of relaxation. She also had to learn all the proper names and uses of the herbs. Finally, she had to learn how to chant properly.

Lady Atwood was not surprised at the fact that her student was not a virgin even though she claimed to have just had her eighteenth birthday. She had lost her own virginity at a young age to a traveling minstrel.

The older redhead’s secret was found out by her parents who sent her away to a nunnery. She had run away and found a witch who easily took her in.

The sappho sorceress did find it interesting that her apprentice had never thought about having sex with another woman. The sappho sorceress planned on changing that through the lessons. The opportunity presented itself one evening at supper time.

“I want to test you tonight,” she told her student. “Meet me in my chambers when you are finished doing the dishes.”

The older red-haired woman found herself excited beyond belief. She made sure everything was comfortable in her bedroom and even lighted some scented candles. Lady Atwood did not have long to wait for her apprentice to knock on her chamber door. She let the young blonde inside and escorted her to her bed.

“Tonight’s test will have no spells but you must make me climax,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“I will do my best,” Sheri said.

The two women embraced and pressed their lips together. The young blonde used her tongue to probe the sappho sorceress’s moist mouth. After several moments, she stopped and slowly undressed the older woman. She gently squeezed her breasts before her mouth attached itself to a nipple.

The sappho sorceress moaned as the younger woman sucked her rosy bud. The nipple grew hard in Sheri’s mouth and she soon switched to the other tit. She sucked the second rosy bud until it was just as hard as the first.

The young blonde slipped off her own clothes before the pair climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself between the older redhead’s legs. After kissing her teacher’s belly button, she ran her tongue through her red pubic hairs. The older woman made a sound that was between a moan and a giggle.

Sheri spread the sappho sorceress’s swollen vaginal lips and began licking. She had never tasted another woman’s juices before but she had tasted her own when she masturbated. The taste was slightly different to her own and she found herself wanting more. She lapped up all the womanly juices that she could and swallowed every drop.

“Make me climax,” the older redhead managed to say between moans.

The slender student knew what she wanted her to do. She began licking the hood of her teacher’s clitoris. Her lips soon wrapped themselves around the swollen bud that finally emerged. She sucked the bundle of nerves, which caused the sappho sorceress to moan even more.

Lady Atwood knew spells that could have made her last longer but she did not want to employ them. She knew that the young woman sucking her clitoris was the right one to take her place if she ever left this world. Suddenly, she realized that it was her fiftieth birthday. She lost control and climaxed with her apprentice’s lips around her hard clitoris.

“You passed the test of pleasing another woman without spells,” the older redhead said after a few moments. “You will become a great sorceress with my help.”

Sheri kissed the sappho sorceress before the pair fell asleep in each other’s arms.

~JTB~

Steam Room Pee

I was vacation from my accounting job and staying a few nights at a fancy hotel. In addition to a good size pool, several steam rooms were available to the public. I had never been used one before so I decided to give it a try.

I left my room wearing my swim trunks underneath a white fluffy towel wrapped around my mid section. I draped another towel around my neck and made sure that the key to my hotel room was in the pocket of my swim trunks.

I read the large sign on the proper use of a steam room before I went inside one. The door had no locks put it did have a small window to peer inside. I turned the occupied sign to the on position before entering. The interior was tightly sealed with wood planks that matched the benches that lined the walls. I figured about six people could easily fit inside. Three recessed red globes provided the only lighting.

I was not used to the heat and humidity at first and I felt a little light headed. The feeling passed and I placed the towel around my neck on the far bench. I pulled off the towel around my mid section and stripped off my swim trunks. I folded them neatly and placed them in a pile in the corner closest to me.

I sat down on the towel and enjoyed the sensation as the steam opened my pores. I began to sweat and I felt a little drowsy. I leaned back against the wall and nodded off.

“Mind if I join you?” I heard a very feminine voice ask in my dream.

I jerked a little and realized that the voice was real. The owner was a petite redhead standing in front of me. She wore a matching towel around her slender frame. A small hand purse was draped over one shoulder.

“Be my guest,” I finally replied.

I watched as she placed the hand purse in the corner next to my swim trunks. She then took off the towel and placed it on the bench next to me. I placed her age to be around twenty-five for her small breasts were still perky. That would make her ten years younger than me. Her navel had a belly ring and her pubic mound was completely hairless.

“My name’s Kate,” she said as she sat down on the towel-covered bench next.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said. “I’m Bob.”

“Looks like you’re very pleased to meet me.”

I looked down and noticed that penis had become fully erect. I also noticed the need to urinate despite the fact that I did so before coming to the steam room.

“I know that we just met but do you mind if we got to know each other better rather fast,” I said as I wrapped my arm around her.

“How about if we just fuck now and then get to know each other afterwards?” she asked as she looked at my stiff penis with her green eyes.

“That will work too,” I replied before planting my lips on hers.

Our kiss didn’t last long because she was eager to taste my hard cock. She ran her fingers down my bare chest and hairy belly. Her hands fondled my hairy and sweaty balls as she began licking my stiff pole with her tongue. She then began spitting on my swollen glan. The petite redhead used her tongue to cover my hard cock with her saliva.

The pressure in my bladder was building but I fought to contain myself as she stood up. She straddled me and lowered herself onto my stiff pole. Her hairless pussy was tight but she managed to take all of my seven inches deep inside. She then started bouncing up and down while my hands fondled her small perky breasts.

Kate rode my hard cock for what felt like eternity. We were both dripping with sweat and my balls and bladder were both ready to burst. She finally climaxed while my stiff pole was deep inside her hairless pussy. I exploded moments later before she had a chance to dismount.

My spent penis fell out of dripping hairless pussy but she didn’t move fast enough. I let go of bladder and a stream of yellow liquid hit her between the legs.

“What the fuck?” Kate asked.

“Sorry,” I replied. “But when you gotta go, you gotta go.”

She didn’t move away like I expected her to nor did she slap the hell out of me. Instead, she looked down as my pee continued to flow. Her hairless pussy and thighs were covered with my urine.

“You’re going to clean me up,” she said in a threatening tone.

“My pleasure,” I said with joy since I knew what she wanted me to do.

We changed positions so that she was sitting on the bench. I kneeled before her and began licking my pee off her hairless pussy and thighs. She giggled at first but then she started to moan. Since I was already in position to do so, I began running my tongue between her hairless pussy lips. I could taste my pee and semen on her.

My tongue soon tired of licking so I began probing her hairless pussy with my index finger. She wiggled as I finger fucked her.

I wondered how much she could take so I engulfed her clitoris with my lips. The sweat room was filled with her moans as I sucked her little bundle of nerves and fucked her with my finger.

The petite redhead didn’t last much after that. She climaxed for the second time in that sweat room.

“Payback,” she suddenly said moments after I took my finger out of her hairless pussy.

I didn’t have time to move out of the way for a full stream of pee hit me in the face.

“You’re right,” Kate said with a sigh of relief. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

I smiled and waited until she was done peeing in my face. I then suggested that we go back to my room and get better acquainted with each other. We talked for a little bit before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. She was gone the next morning and I have expected to wake up for real back in the sweat room.

~JTB~

Finale Shudders

He pulls her round to face him. Bare below the navel, pale skin, feeling the sudden coolness of a passing draft, she flushes again and a sheen of sweat breaks out on her skin. How can she be so hot but shivering, so dry in the mouth and damp in the body!

With his arm around her waist and her leg shackled, she’s powerless to resist as she’s tipped unceremoniously upside down, but even as she shoots her right hand out to take control of her descent she finds that wrist held as well, she’s going down under his control.

A momentary adjustment and she’s been put in her position, arranged, tipped over, dangling head down, right leg locked into the crook of his right arm pressed against her back, her rear jutting unwillingly up, bare; displayed; waiting.

He pauses, lets her appreciate the undignified state she’s in. She’s only too aware of it, unable to move, yet still swaying precariously, barely able to touch the floor with her free hand, her open blouse covering only her shoulders serving merely to highlight her nakedness, the empty bra cups brushing mockingly against her swaying breasts.

The first slap comes as a shock and she yells, twists, unable to jump, as she feels every callous on his hand imprinted into her rear. Then there’s a surreal silence as she grits her teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her squeal.

Her stomach gives that little lurch again, and not just from the driving thud of her pelvis into the solidity of his supporting leg. Her left hand is off the floor and waving spasmodically in a feeble gesture that says ‘look at me, I’m being spanked, I’m helpless.’

She can feel her breasts jiggling about foolishly with each slap, her face is burning and her eyes prickling with tears.

Her muffled sob is a signal to him and the slaps suddenly come faster. She’s bouncing about over his knee, hair flying, sobbing and yelling, her left leg flailing impotently, struggling against his grip.

“Quiet down!”

She feels a stinging slap against her thigh, and again, as her legs are slapped into settling down a semblance of order. She has an awful hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach: it’s the realization that although she has had enough, more in fact, she’s being obliged to settle herself to accept more, to take whatever he thinks she is due.

Then it continues. Her already sore flesh stings and aches, each fresh slap sending a rush of shocks through her. And it spreads, from her rear, to the tops of her thighs, and onwards, engulfing her.

Instead of kicking, her left leg is thrust out, rigid, except for the muscle-spasm twitches. It’s the last vestige of her self-control, reflecting her inner tension as she attempts to endure, to hold out and say to herself ‘I survived it’, even as she stifles the sobs and feels the tears dripping.

But as it’s a prop to her, so it signals her resistance to him, with each jerking twitch telegraphing how close is the final collapse.

Tears… real tears, welling up in uncontrolled sobs, she slumps limply, emotionally naked at last, as her overwhelming finale shudders through her body.

Tandi

Bathroom First

His eyes were as big as saucers as he watched her pull her dress up over her plump belly and her incredibly hairy bush slipped into view.

“You like,” she asked softly while spreading her legs and fingering her drooling muff, “most men just love a big fat pussy!”

He took a deep breath and sucked in a lung full of her aroma, and after looking her directly in the eye, leaned forward and let his mouth press directly into her huge slit.

“O-oh god,” she gasped, “r-right there, oh yesssssss, suck my big fat hairy pussy.”

Like a starving man he bored in on her wet pussy, and after letting his tongue wander up and down the length of her slit, he found her incredibly hard clit and flicked the tip of his tongue quickly across her little hard-on.

As hot as she was, it took no more than a minute or two to bring her to a climax that left her shuddering and spent as she flopped back against the door panting like a steam engine while trying to collect her breath. Now it was his turn as he stood up and undid the front of his trousers, allowing his big erection to pop menacingly into view.

She was wearing a simple cotton print dress, and just as casually as you please he reached out and caressed her massive chest through the thin colorful material while ordering, “Okay, lean over the sink, I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, now move.”

Her legs were still a little shaky, but seeing his big dick sticking straight up made her pussy lurch slightly, and after giving his cock a little jerk, she leaned over the sink and spread wide in anticipation of his rear assault.

Her whole body literally shuddered as he ran his cock up and down her crack, and when he figured she was ready, he grabbed her by her fat hips, and after getting all lined up, he rammed his prick deep into her quivering snatch, nearly bringing her to her knees.

This was a first for him, fucking a fat girl that is, and with vicious abandon he drove his seven-inch spike in and out of her until she became a whimpering bitch under the domination of his brutal erection.

He was surprised at the sexual adeptness of the fat assed bitch, and even more so that she turned him on like no one ever had before, and as he plowed in and out of her, he stared in fascination as her fat ass shook like a bowl of Jell-o with each stroke.

His pecker head had now taken over from his mind, and not even a team of wild horses could have pulled him off of her as he threw his hips into over drive.

Her huge breasts shimmied uncontrollably in her big bra. And as his orgasm neared, he reached under her and cupped them through thin fabric, pinching her oversized nipples until she yelped as a mixture of pain and pleasure raced through her while his big cock convulsed hard as it spewed load after load deep inside of her huge pussy.

She was too shell shocked to even move a muscle, and with legs that were the consistency of spaghetti, he slumped back down onto the toilet while letting his blood pressure return to normal. A little stream of cum dribbled down the inside of her fat thigh, and on very rickety legs she stood up and they kissed as he put his dick back into his pants, he walked out of the restroom and went on to his office.

Larry