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Slave boy fucked up the ass

Monday, November 10th, 2008
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My own blood was roaring through my veins now, creating a need inside to totally dominate this cheap little slut. "You fucking bitch whore! I screamed at her, "You'd better not be using any birth control or I'll break your scrawny fucking neck!" She remained silent so I thumped her again in the stomach. "Answer me you no-good fucking slut cow!" I demanded, jerking my cock hard inside her. "Nooo..." Was all she gurgled so I smacked her a good one in her damaged tits. "Whaddya mean 'no'!" I was shouting at her. "Are you on the pill?" She shook her head. "Dutch Cap? Coil? IUD? Sponge?" She kept on shaking her head. I hit her again. "Fucking bitch! Don't think you can fucking well fool me!" Another slow shake of the head. "I bet you're on some kind of lousy pill you fucking little cheat!" I thumped her again, hard. "Now tell me properly you fucking cow!" I roared. "Noooooooo!" She moaned. "There's nothing!" She stuttered through bloodied lips. "I promise you there's NOTHING!

Claire Adams electrocutes slave dick

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

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Vicious bastard

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

“Oh, Yeah!” She shouted, “Now FUCK ME hard you vicious bastard, I
want to feel I’ve been really fucked after this. Go on stick it in, dig
it in deep, try and give me a good fucking, you spineless bastard!” Her
insult immediately brought another swift punch smashing into her exposed
cunt. “Yeooooaarrgghh!” She yelped, “You’re working…me over… so
good! Go on now….do it! Fuck me…ouowgh…hard! Hurt me some…more!
I don’t…ooowhhh…fucking care! Do…any..thing! Gimme-a…baby! Gimme
some…good…oowwgh…fucking diseases!” She was trying to gather her
breath to shout. “I…DON’T GIVE…A FUCKING SHIT! Be a…MAN…just..
get into…my hole and…aaarrgh…FUCK IT INTO ME!!”

Wet opening

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

“More!” She was shouting now, “Beat me some more, you bastard!”
Well, I really laid into her this time, thumping her really hard in her
tits about ten times before hitting her twice in the stomach. This made
her jump up until her head was almost upright, so I knocked her back
with my other fist, before wading in with both fists until her face was
a bloody mess.

Suddenly her body started to shudder violently. I couldn’t believe
it! After the pasting I had just given her, she was having one of the
most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. It took about a minute before
her spasms slowed then stopped altogether. She then lifted her hands to
her breasts and winced as she tweaked the bruised nipples into erection.
Now her legs stretched open wider, making her puffy labia part to reveal
her very wet opening.

Only the start

Thursday, July 3rd, 2008

“Whatever turns you on!” I thought to myself, and hit her on her
chin causing her head to momentarily bob backwards.

“Harder!” She said, sounding quite exasperated now, “Come on,
don’t be frightened, I want you to do it!”

“Alright,” I thought, “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it!” Screwing my fist into a tight ball I punched her squarely in her face, making
her stagger backwards and causing a trickle of blood to start running
out of her nose. At the time I thought that would shut her up so I
could get on with some serious fucking, but it was only the start!

“That’s better,” She smiled as she licked the blood off her upper
lip, “Now hit me really hard!” As she spoke the last words I noticed
her hand settled on her pubic mound and the middle finger explore between her thighs.

Little pain loving slut

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

I like picking up different girls and screwing them the first
night. Mostly all it takes to get ‘em open-legged and ’sans panties’ is
a bit of alcohol, other times they might need some bullshit lies and a
dose of verbal reassurance before they’ll spin on my cock. I never give
a shit about precautions, and with the amount of spunk I shove into ‘em
I guess I must’ve spawned one or two along the way. Over the years I
must’ve screwed hundreds of different girls, mainly from casual pick-ups
in discos or at parties, and I’d always been able to judge the right
moves to open ‘em up. Always, that is, until I happened to meet one
particular girl on a city disco floor.

She was quite small, around five feet two inchs in her stockings
and very petite, with breasts that were only slightly larger than average for her size. I’d danced with her for the final half-hour but she
remained very cool, even during the smoochy numbers. So, although she’d
accepted my offer of a lift home, I was anticipating one or two minor
problems when it came to talking her out of her knickers. Little did I
realise what a complete surprise she would soon turn out to be.

When I took her home I discovered she lived alone in a small house
left to her by her grandparents, and was somewhat surprised when she
invited me inside for coffee. After making me a cup of coffee she disappeared upstairs, but my mouth dropped open when she came back down ten
minutes later wearing a flimsy bra-less lace-up camisole with no crotch
and hold up stockings. Blessing my luck, I started to smile as she
moved closer. She boldly walked over to the sofa, but I almost dropped
my cup when she spoke.

“Hit me!” She lifted her chin slightly as if to invite a blow. I
treated it like a playful joke at first and tapped her lightly on her
cheek.

“Don’t be such a fucking wimp!” There was disgust in her voice and
I was riled immediately. I glared at her but she met my stare head on.
“Hit me I said!” She sounded frustrated, “Hard, with your fist, like
this!” And she held up a clenched fist as an example.

Submissive lesbian

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend’s destination. My
slave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, the
fresh coffee was aromatic in the car, we shared a muffin while Mina drove. My
private property… She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. I
passed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a while
and she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentment
within…

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way
to New York — the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas
station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and
then inserted a butt plug — gliding it against her clit — nice and smooth
while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly… Then kissed her bum and gave her a
slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a
couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.
They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud. (more…)

Dominatrix

Tuesday, May 20th, 2008

She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of
plastic wrap. She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a
couple feet of the plastic wrap. “This ought to do,” she said,
as she tore the wrap from the box. She then carefully wrapped
and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a reservoir
at the top. “Now you won’t make a mess!” She said giggling.
She then spread some K-Y jelly all over the plastic wrap and
began firmly and stongly jagging my cock off. She kept pumping
my cock harder and harder until I couldn’t take it any more as
she spurted every last drop of cum out of me.
I watched as I quickly swelled the reservoir at the tip of my
cock. The last damn thing she did was to pull off that rubber band
still tightly wrapped around my balls. As she did so, it gave off
a little twang and one more cum shot dripped out.
I was now completely exhausted!

Dominant Wife Happy Husband

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very
beautiful woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum.
She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I
won’t do for her. She often makes me go a few days without
cumming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and
submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying
on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I
developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her
desires. She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me
to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and
said “Lick my foot slave!” I happily licked her foot as she
rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed my face away with
her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, “Put on your
uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!” I answered, “Yes Master.”
And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare
her bath.
As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the
bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I
started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on.
I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe to reveal
her beautiful naked body. She sat down in the tub in front of me
and said, “Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy
slave!” I stuck my head down between her legs and started
lapping away. When I came up for a breath, she would count to
three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired
of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she
stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet
towel to dry off with. “I know you love to wear that G-string.”
She said. “So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom
when you’re done drying off.”
I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went
into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of
the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few
minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter belt, nylons
and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the
bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and
told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple
pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to form a
gag. She then found a thick rubber band and doubled it, and slipped
it over my balls- the pain was excrusating. Now she bound my
wrists behind my back and tied my ankles together to insure I was
fairly immobile. My balls really began to hurt. As she finished
tying me up I wondered what she had in store for me this evening.
She usually didn’t tie me up, since I’m always very cooperative.
“Get up, slave!” She ordered. I stood up unsteadily and
she pushed me toward the closet. We have a walk-in closet in our
bedroom with a mirror on the door. I hobbled toward the closet
as quickly as the bonds on my ankles would permit. She opened
the door and inside was a chair which she motioned for me to sit
in. Once I was seated, she securely tied me to the chair with
rope. She reached down and seized my rock-hard cock in her hand
and said, “Don’t make a sound until I return. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head. She walked out of the closet and closed the
door behind her. I was left sitting in the darkness of the closet
with a raging hard-on, not knowing what was next.
I sat in darkness for at least a half-hour before I heard
anything outside the closet. I heard the bedroom light switch
click and when the lights in the bedroom came on I was startled
by the fact that I could see into the bedroom from within the
closet. My wife had installed a one-way mirror on the closet
door in place of the mirror that had been there. I could see the
entire bed from where I was sitting and nobody could see me. I
about died when my wife entered the bedroom followed by a young
man I had never seen before. She was still wearing the lingerie
she had on earlier, but he was completely naked. He looked to be
in his early twenties and was probably a local college student.
He had his hands all over her as he followed her onto the bed.
Soon this guy was banging my wife from behind with a
vengeance as they moaned in ecstasy. I thought I would be
jealous, but instead I was extremely turned on. The more my wife
enjoyed it, the more arousing it was for me. My cock was so hard
it hurt. They paused briefly to change to the missionary
position and I heard my wife say, “You’d better hurry because my
husband will be home soon.” This guy didn’t need any more
encouragement. He started pumping like you wouldn’t believe. My
wife started moaning and trembling in orgasm as he continued
pumping. She then reached around his ass and tickled his balls
with her fingernails. That was all it took for him, as he pumped
a load of come into my wife’s pussy.
As soon as his convulsions ceased, my wife told him that her
husband would be home any minute and that he had better go. He
quickly thanked her and left the bedroom to collect his clothes
and leave. My wife remained on the bed with her legs spread,
pointed her glistening cunt in my direction. My cock was so hard
now that it felt like I was sitting on a steel pipe. My wife
rose when she knew her visitor had departed and walked over to
the closet. She opened the door and I thought I would soon be
released from my bonds, But I was wrong.
She looked down at my raging hard-on with a smile and said,
“It looks like you enjoyed the show.” I nodded in approval. She
smiled a wicked smile as she untied me from the chair and removed
the gag. “The fun’s not over yet little slave.” She said. “Now
go get on your knees at the edge of the bed.” I hobbled, as
before, over to the edge of the bed, not knowing what could
possibly be in store for me now. When I got into position she
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. She
then opened her legs and stuck her finger into her still sopping
cunt. She then grabbed my balls with her other hand, eased her
gooey finger out, and held it up to my mouth. “Lick it slave!”
she commanded. I licked her finger like a lollipop until it was
clean.
I could taste the cum of the young stud that had just
serviced her, mixed with her own sexual secretions. She giggled
as she offered me another gooey finger to lick clean and said.
“We’ve got to make sure we get every last drop, huh?” I nodded,
and continued to lick and suck her finger. When she finished
feeding me she looked down at my crotch and said, “I’ll bet you’d
like to relive some pressure.” “Yes.” I gasped, as it was all I
could do to keep from cumming at this point. She just giggled and
said, “Well, I don’t want you to make a mess all over so just
wait here a minute.”
She then left the room and quickly returned with a box of
plastic wrap. She sat back down in front of me and unraveled a
couple feet of the plastic wrap. “This ought to do,” she said,
as she tore the wrap from the box. She then carefully wrapped
and sealed my engorged cock in plastic wrap, forming a reservoir
at the top. “Now you won’t make a mess!” She said giggling.
She then spread some K-Y jelly all over the plastic wrap and
began firmly and stongly jagging my cock off. She kept pumping
my cock harder and harder until I couldn’t take it any more as
she spurted every last drop of cum out of me.
I watched as I quickly swelled the reservoir at the tip of my
cock. The last damn thing she did was to pull off that rubber band
still tightly wrapped around my balls. As she did so, it gave off
a little twang and one more cum shot dripped out.
I was now completely exhausted!

Being Slave Is Arousing

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

I don’t know what hurt the most, the stinging power of her
big hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer force
against my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man,
was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front of
all our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming and
sobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in her
steel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How long
she continued to spank me I don’t know; all I remember is that
toward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren of
pain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop.
Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feet
only to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fiery
fingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with my
feet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and stand
me there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into the
corner. “For the rest of this night, little toy,” she told me
grimly, “you will stand in this corner with that blistered rear
of yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with,
and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under-
stand?”
“Y-yes,” I sobbed. “Whatever you–you say.”
And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facing
the wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawers
down around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all to
see and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog-
ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, and
Bonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm around
my waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, and
carried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on my
feet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder in
the six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumb
and forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at
her. “Now, little toy man,” she said grimly, “you’re going to
clean up this mess starting right now. And when you’ve finished,
I’d better be able to eat off the floor or you’ll get another
session across my knee that will make the last one feel like love
pats. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs when you’re finished, and
I don’t want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!” As she
turned to go, she hesitated. “And by the way, if you ever try to
hit me in public again, I’ll break you in two like the ten cent
toy you are. Any questions?”

Shame and red cheeks

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. “Bonnie,
please…” But her hand slid around my hips and forced itself
between my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me an
inch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edge
to it. “Tell Jeannie what you are to me,” she said again. “And
don’t make me tell you a third time.”
My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, “I’m
your playtoy.”
“My LITTLE playtoy. Right?”
I nodded, looking at the floor. “Yes. Your little playtoy.”
Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. “See? Even
he knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don’t
you, Baby Buns.”
Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly.

Fondling Bondage Ties

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

“Well,” she said, “you’re going to whether you want to or
not. It’s called ‘My Little Instant Erection’. Here’s how it
goes:
When I tickle him he laughs.
When I spank him he cries.
When I squeeze him he screams.
When I fondle him he sighs.
He’s my personal playtoy
With an instant erection;
A snap of my fingers
And he’s ready for action.”

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”

Move In With Mistress

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

Several times when we were
standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach
down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly
off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse-
ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When I
would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would
laugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and I
could only lapse into helpless silence.
Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was
threatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to let
me keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an-
nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaid
and personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege of
sharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, I
would be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paid
off the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces of
furniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initially
concerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kind
of treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, she
obviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contented
herself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi-
onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurt
me. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment.

Sexual Bet

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forced
me to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the bet
she had made me (I didn’t recall accepting her bet, but with my
left arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice),
helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to the
door. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around my
waist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bending
me backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then,
stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips and
straightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backed
me against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating her
lovely face. “You were good tonight, baby,” she said softly.
“So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next
weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?”
I gasped. “I–I don’t know…” I stammered.
She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday.
Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my
backside, sent me on my way.

Feeling for the Night bdsm story

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

Archive-name: Bondage/feelnite.mf
Archive-author: Weatherman
Archive-title: Feeling for the Night

(c) 1988 Metallic Mafia Inc.

It was spring, and it was that time of the year that
people like to take early vacations, and get away from the
hardships of winter. I had always wanted to go to the mountains,
especially since the temperatures were getting better, and the
trees were in bloom. I called up my friend over in western MD to
see if he would let me and Trish stay at his log cabin house,
since he was not using it. I set it all up for the weekend, and
the plans were all completed.
Trish seemed all excited about the entire idea. A
weekend together, and away from the fast-times of life around
here. It has been some time since we had gotten away. We talked
about all the neat things to do out there like taking walks in
the woods, and driving around in the mountains. It just had to
be really scenic this time of year.
Trish came over my house with all her bags and various
things she wanted to take with her on the trip, and helped me get
my stuff together. It was only going to be for the weekend, but
we wanted to take just about everything to make sure we didn’t
forget anything. We loaded up my car, and decided we had better
set off since it was going to be a long drive.
As we drove along, we were talking about how exciting it
was going to be, and wish we could just stay out there forever,
and never have to come back. How I wished that was true! Maybe
we should just move out there to live in later years. She asked
me if I wanted a beer, and I said “ok”, so she cracked open a St.
Pauli Girl for me. We didn’t forget the beer opener either. The
open road was nice, and it gave us a chance to talk about many
things envolving our long team relationship as far as marrage and
everything goes. We also talked about more trips later in the
summer.
Before arriving at the cabin, we decided to stop in the
TOWNE STORE down the street. It reminded me of the old west. We
picked out some food, and for some reason, Trish bought some
whipped cream. I just looked at her and smiled. She also got me
a cowboy hat. A large white one. Went good together with my
long dark brown hair. I decided to buy Trish a pair of top
quality boots. They were red leather. Quite good looking on
her, I must say. We managed to rack up a bill in there, and
decided to get out before we spent all the money we took with us
in the first 2 hours.
We arrived at our cabin, and at first glance, we fell in
love with the place. Looked like a house of love from something
out of the movies. Wish that, I decided to be a motcho kinda
guy, and carry her into the place. She was giggling and frenched
me as we walked in the door. I set her down, and went back to
the car to bring all our shit in the cabin. She was busy cooking
me some food from the supplies we had picked up at the store.
At the dinner table, we talked about what we were going
to do after the sun set. I said, “How about a drive up in the
moutains?”. Trish seemed to like that idea, and said “What do
you want me to wear, Mark ?”. I told her to pick out whatever
makes her happy.
After she had taken her shower, and I got myself
together, we got back into the car, to explore the sights to be
seen out west. I drove us all the way up the east side of the
mountain, I stopped at the top, and we got out and looked down
into the valley. It was the most romantic place we had ever seen
before. The stars were all out, and it was a clear night. Trish
told me to turn the radio on so we could hear it outside, and I
put on some Fate’s Warning. The melodic sounds of the guitar
solos were heard from the car, and seemed to set the scene for
some real plesant memories.
We sat close to each other on the hood of my car, and
gazed out into the stars, and wondered what the world and life
itself had planned for us. I knew right then that I would never
forget this moment as long as I lived. I looked at her, and she
looked at me, and we seemed to forget all the bad things that
happened in our lives before we each met. As our lips touched
and we embraced, we slowly fell back until we were laying on the
hood of my car.
Soon after we were laying down, our tounges were working
in each others mouth and our grip on each others body increased
in pressure. We were holding on tight to each other, and she
grabbed my one hand and put it under her warm sweater. I then
moved my other hand underneath her sweater. As the long kissing
continued, she took one of her hands and placed it on my dick,
and kept rubbing her hand in circles. Meanwhile, I took my hands
and managed to work off her bra, and let it slowly fall down
between the two of us. I got a good grip on both her tits, and
gently moved them around pressing in and releasing in a steady
motion. We were both getting extreamly turned on, and I backed
my lips from her face, and whispered “Lets go back to the cabin”.
Trish smiled and picked up her bra, got up, and slowly walked to
the side of the car, and got in. I hopped off the car, and got
in, and once I was in, she was giving me a look of extream
pleasure, and excited about getting more. I was ancious to get
back to the cabin, and had her hands clutched underneath her legs
trying to hold off for the ride home. I started the car up, and
we began to drive back to the cabin for a delightful night.
Once we got back, we went straight for the bedroom. It
was some sort of feeling in the night air, that must have gotten
under our skin. I could see the silhouette of her tits through
her thin sweater next to the window with the moon glowing ever so
brightly. As she stood by the window, she turned around, and
looked at me, smiled, and took off her sweater. I walked up to
her and quickly embraced her, and slowly pulled her over to the
bed, where we fell. I felt her fingers lift up my shirt, and
yanked it over my head. Trish’s tits were rubbing all over my
chest, and I put my hands on her ass, then pulled her mini-skirt
up, and planted my hands on her panties. After getting a good
feel, I worked off her skirt. She started in rhythm by mounting
my leg, and massageing her clit.
As she was doing this, she undid my pants, and inbetween
her thigh action, she pulled them all the way off. Once again, I
slipped my hand on her ass, and pushed her panties down to the
base of her leg, where I kicked them off with my foot. Waisting
no time, she released my underwear from my body, and went down on
me. With both her hand gripped at the base of my dick, she
surrounded her lips around my dick, and it slowly disappeared
into her mouth. Her tounge worked its way in a circular motion
around my dick, and I could feel her soft lips clinch the base of
my arroused love muscle. Her eyes were closed, as she slirped
and moved her head up and down.
We both began to get so horney, that she raised her head
from between my legs, and she held my hand as I guided her to lay
down on her back. I put my mouth around her nipples, and started
to suck. With my finger, I excited her clit. It was turning me
on as much as it was turning her on. I went to her other nipple,
and then licked all the way up to her face where I started
frenching her again. Her hips were moving around, and so were
mine. I got in between her legs, and pushed myself up so my dick
was inbetween her tits. She lifted her legs up over my back, and
wrapped them around me and I started fucking between her tits.
She took her hands and pushed her tits together to wrap closly
and firmly to me.
After getting extreamly excited from all of this, I then
slid down, and moved my dick around her clit and rubbed it up and
down at the top of her cunt. I was kissing her mid section, and
she had her long fingernails gripped into the skin in my back.
Trish then started to shake violently and moaned, and her whole
body went into a spasm from her first orgasm. She became very
wet after that, and it was very easy for my dick to find a warm
lubricated slot to enter. I gently went inside her all the way
until it fulled stretched her vaganal walls. We started slowly
guiding each others bodies back and forth. Trish had her hands
on my ass, and I had my hands on the side of her tits while we
were still kissing. I started going faster and faster while the
pleasurable feeling of my skin on my dick touching her walls
inside her love tunnel got stronger and stronger. Trish’s body
went into another spasm as she could no longer hold the feeling,
and let loose another orgasm. I felt like I was going to cum,
and decided to try another position. I pulled out, and quickly
rolled her over and got her on her knees, and stuck my dick back
in from the behind. I had a good firm grip on her tits, and she
was kicking her ass back and forth swollowing up my pole. I was
going deeply inside her with each forceful push, and she was
about to have and extreamly large orgasm when I felt mine come
on. I called her name out just before the peak occurred. Trish
moaned, and called my name out not more than a second later.
Love juices poured from my body as I was in extasy, and as soon
as she felt the warm cum hit her walls, she had a very long
orgasm that left us both breathless.
I left my dick way inside her and we stopped to catch out
breath, and she flexed her muscles inside her cannal sweezing my
dick, and then letting up. I did the same, and then pulled out,
and she rolled over, and I layed on the bed next to her. We just
looked at each other in a sort of gaze, and hugged once again,
and kissed.
Before going to sleep, we talked about how much we loved
each other, and how happy we were. We also made some plans for
our next adventure tomorrow. She mentioned something about the
whipcream she bought at the store. There was also so much to do
out in the mountains, and we only had one more day. With that
note, we kissed each other goodnight, and feel asleep after an
exausting day.

As the sun rose out from between the mountains, the birds
started to chirp, and a fresh scent of air filled the room. I
rose, and stretched out and before I knew it, Trish was up. I
grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of bed, and we proceded to
the bathroom, where we jumped into the shower.
After we got each other together, we decided to take a
ride down to the local gun shop since we had forgotten one of our
tools of love. We got to the gun shop, and Trish picked out a
pair of gold plated handcuffs that we both liked, so I bought
them.
As the day progressed, we knew we had to make this day
count more and more, since we would have to go back home the next
day. Trish packed a picnic basket, and we went out to the the
west side of the mountain so we could see the sun go down, and
parked the car, and climbed up the mountain part way. We made it
to a partial clearing, and set things up. It was getting darker,
so we lit a small candle and ate all the food that was packed in
the basket.
Once it was dark, Trish suprised me by pulling out the
can of whipped cream that we had bought the past day. Of course,
I had the gold cuffs, and since we were all secluded and alone,
it was a good night for passion. I took her in my hand, and we
walked up to a tree. I leaned her up against the tree as she
glared at me with her starry eyes. Trish sedusively said “RAPE
ME”. Since we had practiced this a few times, it was the perfect
location. I forcefully ripped of her top, and starting kissing
her cheast and neck while she was crying out for me to stop. I
tore off the rest of her cloths, and wasted no time trying to
enter her already wet hole, once I wrestled her to the ground.
As my dick touched her clit, she stopped resisting, and
started to enjoy it. I wanted her to resist durring the entire
time, but she couldn’t put the show on anymore. She grabbed the
can of whipped cream, and sprayed it in my open mouth, and took
her tounge and licked it all out. I took the cuffs off my pants
strap, and handcuffed her. We still had alittle baby oil left
from tanning, and I dumped it all over her body while deeply
rubbing into her skin so that our bodies would glide upon one
another. I took my mouth, and placed it on her tit, and wrapped
my teeth around her slippery hard nipple. She moaned as I
entered her, and started to wildly kiss and french me. I felt
her tightness between the thighs and we pounded each other out in
the middle of nowhere. The grass was full of due, and we slid
all over each other. We were pumping so fast, that we gave each
other the largest orgasms that we have had in along time. After
I pulled out, and the cum ran down and out of her pussy, I undid
her cuffs, and we grabbed out things, and walked to the car.
We were still at it in the car, and she asked me if I
wanted some head for the ride home. I was all for it, and she
wrapped her lips upon my dick once again for the ride home.
Upon entering the house again, we were all worn out
again, and went to bed under the red sky, and embrased, and fell
into a deep sleep.
In the morning, we had to quickly gather our things, and
pack up and go home. It was an experience that we both would
never forget, and have to live again one day. We headed
eastbound in the car towards the sun. Our love had grown and
blossomed with each extra minute that we were together. It would
continue to become an everlasting relationship that couldn’t be
topped.

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