ADULT EROTIC VULGAR NAUGHTY 18+ SEX STORIES
It was approaching 10pm when Sophie and Sam were walking back to The Dorset hotel. They had just eaten at The Galvin Restaurant, and they elected to walk at an easy pace so as if to delay the end of their romantic excursion for as long as they could. Sam was also aware of how Sophie’s 5 inch stiletto heels might demand a slower pace at this point in the evening.
During their dinner, Sophie was consumed by the same satisfaction that she always felt nowadays. Not only because she had just been catered to by one of the finest Chef’s in the world, or because she had just sampled the finest cuisine beautifully prepared and presented, or because she was engaged in listening to her wonderful boyfriend speaking, but because she was always aware of how her life had changed since her good, but humble beginnings.
Although the food tasted beautiful, Sophie could barely remember much about what she had eaten that night. The air between herself and her boyfriend Sam had been so electric that she feared she may have pounced upon him in front of all the rich and famous clientele that The Galvin was hosting that night. She had planned out several hundred ways on how to take The Blazer, Tie and Armani dress shirt from his body, and the anticipation of finally getting to put one into practice was making Sophie’s stomach tingle with excitement.
Sophie wrapped her slender arm around Sam’s back and felt the content of feeling it between the silk of his shirt and his deep, black blazer.
“…and that’s why the original Scarface is better than the Al Pacino one.” Sam said in a tone of finality, before looking to Sophie. She enjoyed the way his face lit up and all of his expressions softened when they looked into each other’s eyes. She enjoyed how much she herself softened.
Sophie began to laugh out loud. To think he could make such a long speech about how one film is better than another.
“I agree with you, Sam.” Sophie’s smile was broadening as she felt Sam run his steady hand through her long black hair.
“I don’t know what kind of Witchcraft or Wizardry you use upon your hair, but I love how it’s a shade of black one second, and then seems to shimmer in different tones depending on how and where the light catches it.” Said Sam, looking visibly awed.
Sophie began to giggle. The sound was a clear, care-free, content sound that came all the way from the bottom of Sophie’s stomach and seemed to echo from every wall along the deserted street they were strolling along. Sam kissed the top of her head, and only then did Sophie stop him.
Their eyes met again, but Sophie had stopped giggling and smiling. The look upon her face spoke volumes. She wanted to be taken.
Sophie moved her body into Sam’s and ran her slightly trembling hands upwards along the back of his blazer until she had her arms resting upon his shoulders. She was conscious of everything, including the heat from Sam’s neck upon the sides of her arms, Sam’s own steady hands cradling her at the waist, and how Sophie was actually tall enough to kiss her boyfriend when she was wearing these shoes. Sam was tall enough that she still had to look up in order to look him in the eyes, and she revelled in the slight sense of vulnerability she felt from exposing her neck, which quickly faded when Sam ran one of his index finger along Sophie’s DG necklace.
“I feel so alive and charged when I’m with you, Sam. Almost like I can feel every inch of my body, inside and out, and my heart being in unison with…” Sophie stopped and blushed a little, just as Sam said: “With mine.”
Sophie was ready for him, and she felt the reciprocation within the way Sam gripped Sophie’s waste a little more urgently and tightly.
It was in this moment when they would have kissed. Finally. But Sophie spotted someone across the street. She and Sam were all but stood outside The Dorset now, and the only person other than the mysterious figure Sophie was looking at was the Doorman, who was discrete enough to not look at their would-be tender moment.
Sam turned around and led Sophie by the hand across the street to see who this person was. He was laying in the mouth of a dingy alleyway and looked in need of help, and Sam was always willing to offer that wherever and whenever he could.
The figure belonged to a man around the same age as the two of them. He was incredibly dirty, with his shoulder-length hair greased and matted, dirt and stubble further ruining a face that was lined with care, worry and anxiety. The man smelt faintly of cider and rolling tobacco. Sophie noted that, despite his age, he was dressed in tracksuit bottoms, a branded sportswear t-shirt and an Adidas jacket with one stripe partly missing down the left sleeve. There wasn’t a garment covering him that wasn’t ripped, faded, tatted or stained. Sophie could not even tell if the man’s shoes were trainers or not, but elected that they were, given the rest of the man’s chosen attire.
“Are you ok?” asked Sam.
The man looked up and his lip trembled. He beheld the couple in front of him in all of their majestic beauty, whilst already being surprised that anyone had spoken to him. He did not answer.
“Look up at us again.” Ordered Sophie.
The man looked up and his eyes widened in horror. Sophie’s face, already glowing still from the intimate moment she had just nearly shared with Sam, broke into a smirk. She knew this man. It had been 7 years since she had last seen him, and had not thought about him once.
“Are you homeless?” Sam asked. Sophie’s knees weakened at the sound of concern in Sam’s voice.
“Y-yeah. I haven’t eaten or drank a drop of anything in days. I thought if I hung around somewhere where there are rich people, I might be able to scrape enough together for-for….well, anything.” The man’s voice shook with every syllable, as if he was fighting back an absolute waterfall that yearned to erupt from his downcast eyes.
“Well, I can help you out, my friend.” Sam did his best to veil the disgust in his voice, but Sophie heard it. He held out a brand-new and crisp £20 note between his middle and index finger and the man heaved himself from the floor, with surprising difficulty, to reach out for it. Sam wore a plain golden ring around his middle finger, and Sophie could see its brightness reflected in the man’s eyes. The effect was enhanced by the thin film of moisture upon them and Sophie wondered how much he would cry when they left him.
The man took the £20 and took another look at Sophie. She laughed out loud at the obvious pain and anguish that flashed across his face. If Sam noticed anything, he gave no indication, and why would he?
Sophie found herself quickly being led by the hand again. She and Sam made their way back across the street, into the hotel and made for their room. Sophie did not stop giggling between leaving the old man’s alleyway and their hotel room, only when the hotel room door closed behind them both did she stop. She found her mouth upon Sam’s.
Sophie awoke at 2am, surprisingly alert and energised considering the physical demands of what Sam had done with her body. She stole to the window and looked out. Their room looked out across the front of the hotel, and Sophie spied the figure of one of her former conquests still sat in the mouth of his dingy alleyway. Her sense of mischief sparked.
She showered, re-straightened her hair, touched-up her make-up and admired her figure momentarily before re-adorning herself in her Victoria’s Secret lingerie and her black dress and black stiletto shoes. Sophie looked as breath-taking as she did a couple of hours ago, before she was ravaged by Sam, and perhaps even better now. She moved so easily she felt like she was almost floating. Weightless. The sense of wickedness about her that was projected by the way her walk had become more of a strut, and the way her full, red lips were shaped into the hint of a smirk.
Sophie’s dress was black with two narrow shoulder straps, a corset inlaid with a gold Celtic pattern and a wet-look skirt which flared out and came to just above the middle of her thigh. Although the dress bared nothing but her tanned and shapely legs and her narrow shoulders, the shape of Sophie’s breast was conveyed behind the tightness of the corset, and her cleavage was tantalisingly visible through a translucent material that descended from her collar bone in a V-shape. Sophie was a fan of black. Her long hair fell, sometimes in curls, to just above her lower back and she started to agree with what Sam said about it as she glanced at herself in a passing mirror. She smiled to herself.
As she crossed the foyer and out of the door, she became aware of the Doorman’s eyes following her and she giggled a little. He was allowed a long-look, as Sophie progressed slowly whilst wearing her Black Jimmy Choo stilettos. Sam had bought her these shoes for her last birthday months ago, but she had wanted this little holiday to be the first time she wore them. They were open-toe with a strap that fastened around above her ankle, the sides and in-step decorated with a similar gold Celtic pattern as her dress, and complete with real diamonds wherever there would’ve an excess patch of black leather.
Slender and athletic-looking, graceful and elegant while she moved, Sophie’s figure was always eyed greedily by men and enviously by women. She chose to decorate her eyes with dark shadow applied in a smoke effect that she tutored other women to do via her thriving online blog. It made her eyes almost magnetic, and her sensational figure was almost forgotten whenever anyone looked into them, big, bright, innocent and doe-like. For lipstick she chose red, although people rarely noticed anything about her mouth but her sincere, perfect white smile that she wore so easily and effortlessly. Being as style-savvy as she was, she had a thin red handbag in her small hands, nails varnished differing shades of red.
Making a mental note to herself that she could post another nail-art tutorial, she crossed the street and soon found herself stood over the pathetic, dishevelled figure on the ground.
“How many years has it been?” she said, laughing.
The man did not reply.
“Don’t you dare ignore me.” Sophie said, although she was still laughing. It wasn’t exactly for jest or heart’s ease. Her laugh was laced with a mocking tone. She did not believe that she was being ignored, but rather that the man was unable to think of anything to say for himself.
“I love London. Sam and I have been here for 5 days. You, however, look like you’ve been laying in this alleyway for 5 years.” Said Sophie.
The man slowly looked up, and Sophie enjoyed the way he eyed her, the same way a minimum wage employee would admire the cars in a Rolls-Royce showroom. She was stood with a shoulder-width stance, her centre of gravity poised over her sky-scraper high heels. Sophie lowered her red handbag and held it against her side, the fingers of her other hand splayed out and around her hip. She tossed her hair and the man’s eyes followed it, his mouth was gaping.
“You remember how I was training to become a teacher? Well, I am now! I love it, to be honest, ?NAME?. I never knew why I wanted to do it, but I certainly know now why I want to keep doing it. The look on a young child’s face when they finally comprehend, when they’ve just learned something new, it makes me feel so alive. The look of adoration when I’ve just eased their own self-doubt and restored their self-esteem after they’ve had a bad lesson…it makes me so glad I chose to become a teacher.”
“H-how does a teacher afford-?” asked the man.
“Excuse me?” Sophie said, fighting back a laugh. She was, in fact, itching to tell him, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You’re staying in the most expensive hotel in London. Celebrities stay here. Not to mention you look like you’ve just sauntered out of a Milan or Paris clothing boutique.” The Man’s voice seemed to gain authority and confidence as he finished his sentence.
Sophie giggled.
Switching her handbag to her weaker hand, she crouched down and slapped the man hard in the face. The man was too shocked to even react, and she evened things out by back-handing his opposite cheek. She remembered this superficial charm from years ago, his vacant soul was capable of words that sounded as though they meant something to him, but they weren’t. All this pathetic man was capable of was feeling pain.
Sure enough, his eyes widened again in horror and his lip began to tremble.
“Mmmmmmm”. Sophie relished his reaction and slapped him once more. This time her palm made a sickening noise when it collided with his left cheek, and the unlikely power her slender arms had mustered felled him sideways so that his face rested in the dirt of the concrete floor.
Sophie stood upright and edged a little closer. Her shoes were a mere yard away from the man’s face. She could see the struggle as he tried his hardest fight back the tears. Perhaps it was more painful for him to hold it in. Perhaps that’s why he was able to.
“If you must know, Sam is working for JP Morgan Chase, and on the side he has made countless investments. Every business he has touched may as well have started manufacturing gold dust. We have more money than God, although I often wonder if my boyfriend and God are the same person. On top of that, I have a thriving website through which I sell a premium life-style coaching DVD course for women. Shall I put you down for a copy?” Sophie’s laugh was thunderous as she surveyed the man at her feet. The man trembled as if labouring through a blizzard, so she doubted the warmth she felt flowing through her own body was infectious.
The man started to wonder if all the feminine power in the world had been concentrated and had been carved into the likeness of the beautiful lady that stood at care-free ease in front and over him. All the swagger of the Spice Girls and the charm of Marylin Manroe, Sophie surpassed it all.
“You are quite the little writer aren’t you, boy?” Sophie’s compliment was mocking, her laugh was mocking. The man looked up to her face in shock and annoyance. He realised he must’ve been thinking aloud without even realising.
“I’m going to pen a novel that is more lustful or emotional than anything you’ve ever read, Sophie. It will surpass Beautiful Disaster and Fifty Shades of ****ing Grey. It-“ the man stopped dead.
What was the point? He could not make an impression on this girl. He felt destroyed whenever he thought of her, and when she was stood over him looking and talking like this he felt completely under her control. As if her every word, action and desire acted as strings that latched to his every joint, nerve and muscle.
She was laughing again.
“You are mine. Yes. But I’m not yours.” Said Sophie, glancing towards the hotel. She reminisced of days in the primary school playground about the way children would taunt each other during tigs.
The man did not respond, and his trembling became so terrible that he could almost be mistaken for someone mid-seizure.
“Here is what you’re going to do. You will write that novel. I have, trembling under my Jimmy Choo’s, a boy who will be a published writer someday. The novel will be a best-seller, I have no doubt, and you will be a millionaire when the fruits of all of your labour, toil, pain and suffering are verbalised and used to tease the souls of all those vanilla people you think you are superior to.”
Sophie was almost ready for it. She had elected not to wear her panties for this, and she could feel the early morning breeze teasing her soaking vagina. She opened her handbag and took out a pair of Black Lace V-Cut that were still soaking thanks to Sam’s teasing and tantalising. She also smirked as her eyes roved over the tear in the French lace.
“Sit up”. Sophie ordered. Her eyes were shining bright with emotion and searched every inch of the man now sat before her, and seemed to sting him like the lash of a whip. Her smile came with an innocent and yet wicked laugh that seemed to burn even more.
“Do you know which animal this is?” Sophie ran her finger along the animal print pattern that was soaking, just as Sam’s had done hours ago.
In a last, desperate attempt to flatter, the man stuttered and forced a smile. “Aa—alpha female?”
Sophie didn’t want to ruin the moment by laughing. She shoved the panties over the man’s head, the scent of her sex on the v-cut pressed against his nose.
“A cheetah.” Sophie laughed. Revenge was best served hot, after all.
The man finally give in. He fell to the floor again, but could not remove the panties from his face. They were worth more than anything he was wearing combined, yet she doubted they were for sale. He sobbed as though all the cares and heartbreak in the world flowed within the river of his soul, and had been dammed for years with the bricks of his ego and self-loathing.
“As I was saying. When you’re a millionaire, and the proceeds of your novel have your bank account bursting at the seams, do you know what you’re going to do with that money?”
He could only sob.
“You are going to hand it all over to me and Sam. Your emotions belong to me. Your soul belongs to me. And I belong to Sam.” Sophie smiled and moved to stand with one Jimmy Choo upon the man’s soaking wet face.
“I will draw out the cash I’ve taken from you, I’m going to revel in the excess by having the bank notes strewn on top of mine and Sam’s bed quilt, and I’m going to beg Sam to ravage me. My flawless, naked body will be laying in thousands of pounds worth of the Queen’s Head, and My King’s Head is going to fill me up, and he’s going to make me quiver, make me weak, he will make me exhale and scream in pleasure, he will do things to my body and my soul that you CANNOT compete with.” Sophie felt like she was approaching orgasm just thinking about it. Her tone of voice was as smooth and seamless as the man’s panties. His sobs became uncontrollable and Sophie felt like she had well and truly left her mark upon him.
“Your name is now: Sophie’s Bitch.” Sophie purred, as if she was rewarding a well-behaved child with candy. She removed her foot from his face.
The man looked up and Sophie’s vagina tingled at the sight all of his conflicting emotions, and her Jimmy Choo-print upon his face. The dam within his soul had re-emerged almost as quick as she had destroyed it. She was now well and truly in control.
“What’s your name”? Sophie asked, tantalisingly.
“Sophie’s Bitch. My name is…Sophie’s Bitch.” The man lowered his face to Sophie’s right shoe and kissed the golden Celtic pattern upon the in-step. The gesture only earned him a stomp and a bleeding scar delivered by her stiletto heel.
“Good. Now….go and write.” Sophie turned gracefully, flipping her hair over her shoulder and strode back across the street. Some girls move gingerly and poorly in high heels, almost as though they may fall at any second, but Sophie only seemed to move a thousand times more easily and gracefully. The man heard the clicking of both her 5 inch stilettos hit the concrete as though his ear was pressed against it, wondering if every male on the planet was ironically being awoken in these very moments by the delicate feet of this rich, dark-haired Goddess.
When she was out of sight, he grabbed his pen and his mind urged the ink to flow.
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Sophie and Sam
It was approaching 10pm when Sophie and Sam were walking back to The Dorset hotel. They had just eaten at The Galvin Restaurant, and they elected to walk at an easy pace so as if to delay the end of their romantic excursion for as long as they could. Sam was also aware of how Sophie’s 5 inch stiletto heels might demand a slower pace at this point in the evening.
During their dinner, Sophie was consumed by the same satisfaction that she always felt nowadays. Not only because she had just been catered to by one of the finest Chef’s in the world, or because she had just sampled the finest cuisine beautifully prepared and presented, or because she was engaged in listening to her wonderful boyfriend speaking, but because she was always aware of how her life had changed since her good, but humble beginnings.
Although the food tasted beautiful, Sophie could barely remember much about what she had eaten that night. The air between herself and her boyfriend Sam had been so electric that she feared she may have pounced upon him in front of all the rich and famous clientele that The Galvin was hosting that night. She had planned out several hundred ways on how to take The Blazer, Tie and Armani dress shirt from his body, and the anticipation of finally getting to put one into practice was making Sophie’s stomach tingle with excitement.
Sophie wrapped her slender arm around Sam’s back and felt the content of feeling it between the silk of his shirt and his deep, black blazer.
“…and that’s why the original Scarface is better than the Al Pacino one.” Sam said in a tone of finality, before looking to Sophie. She enjoyed the way his face lit up and all of his expressions softened when they looked into each other’s eyes. She enjoyed how much she herself softened.
Sophie began to laugh out loud. To think he could make such a long speech about how one film is better than another.
“I agree with you, Sam.” Sophie’s smile was broadening as she felt Sam run his steady hand through her long black hair.
“I don’t know what kind of Witchcraft or Wizardry you use upon your hair, but I love how it’s a shade of black one second, and then seems to shimmer in different tones depending on how and where the light catches it.” Said Sam, looking visibly awed.
Sophie began to giggle. The sound was a clear, care-free, content sound that came all the way from the bottom of Sophie’s stomach and seemed to echo from every wall along the deserted street they were strolling along. Sam kissed the top of her head, and only then did Sophie stop him.
Their eyes met again, but Sophie had stopped giggling and smiling. The look upon her face spoke volumes. She wanted to be taken.
Sophie moved her body into Sam’s and ran her slightly trembling hands upwards along the back of his blazer until she had her arms resting upon his shoulders. She was conscious of everything, including the heat from Sam’s neck upon the sides of her arms, Sam’s own steady hands cradling her at the waist, and how Sophie was actually tall enough to kiss her boyfriend when she was wearing these shoes. Sam was tall enough that she still had to look up in order to look him in the eyes, and she revelled in the slight sense of vulnerability she felt from exposing her neck, which quickly faded when Sam ran one of his index finger along Sophie’s DG necklace.
“I feel so alive and charged when I’m with you, Sam. Almost like I can feel every inch of my body, inside and out, and my heart being in unison with…” Sophie stopped and blushed a little, just as Sam said: “With mine.”
Sophie was ready for him, and she felt the reciprocation within the way Sam gripped Sophie’s waste a little more urgently and tightly.
It was in this moment when they would have kissed. Finally. But Sophie spotted someone across the street. She and Sam were all but stood outside The Dorset now, and the only person other than the mysterious figure Sophie was looking at was the Doorman, who was discrete enough to not look at their would-be tender moment.
Sam turned around and led Sophie by the hand across the street to see who this person was. He was laying in the mouth of a dingy alleyway and looked in need of help, and Sam was always willing to offer that wherever and whenever he could.
The figure belonged to a man around the same age as the two of them. He was incredibly dirty, with his shoulder-length hair greased and matted, dirt and stubble further ruining a face that was lined with care, worry and anxiety. The man smelt faintly of cider and rolling tobacco. Sophie noted that, despite his age, he was dressed in tracksuit bottoms, a branded sportswear t-shirt and an Adidas jacket with one stripe partly missing down the left sleeve. There wasn’t a garment covering him that wasn’t ripped, faded, tatted or stained. Sophie could not even tell if the man’s shoes were trainers or not, but elected that they were, given the rest of the man’s chosen attire.
“Are you ok?” asked Sam.
The man looked up and his lip trembled. He beheld the couple in front of him in all of their majestic beauty, whilst already being surprised that anyone had spoken to him. He did not answer.
“Look up at us again.” Ordered Sophie.
The man looked up and his eyes widened in horror. Sophie’s face, already glowing still from the intimate moment she had just nearly shared with Sam, broke into a smirk. She knew this man. It had been 7 years since she had last seen him, and had not thought about him once.
“Are you homeless?” Sam asked. Sophie’s knees weakened at the sound of concern in Sam’s voice.
“Y-yeah. I haven’t eaten or drank a drop of anything in days. I thought if I hung around somewhere where there are rich people, I might be able to scrape enough together for-for….well, anything.” The man’s voice shook with every syllable, as if he was fighting back an absolute waterfall that yearned to erupt from his downcast eyes.
“Well, I can help you out, my friend.” Sam did his best to veil the disgust in his voice, but Sophie heard it. He held out a brand-new and crisp £20 note between his middle and index finger and the man heaved himself from the floor, with surprising difficulty, to reach out for it. Sam wore a plain golden ring around his middle finger, and Sophie could see its brightness reflected in the man’s eyes. The effect was enhanced by the thin film of moisture upon them and Sophie wondered how much he would cry when they left him.
The man took the £20 and took another look at Sophie. She laughed out loud at the obvious pain and anguish that flashed across his face. If Sam noticed anything, he gave no indication, and why would he?
Sophie found herself quickly being led by the hand again. She and Sam made their way back across the street, into the hotel and made for their room. Sophie did not stop giggling between leaving the old man’s alleyway and their hotel room, only when the hotel room door closed behind them both did she stop. She found her mouth upon Sam’s.
Sophie awoke at 2am, surprisingly alert and energised considering the physical demands of what Sam had done with her body. She stole to the window and looked out. Their room looked out across the front of the hotel, and Sophie spied the figure of one of her former conquests still sat in the mouth of his dingy alleyway. Her sense of mischief sparked.
She showered, re-straightened her hair, touched-up her make-up and admired her figure momentarily before re-adorning herself in her Victoria’s Secret lingerie and her black dress and black stiletto shoes. Sophie looked as breath-taking as she did a couple of hours ago, before she was ravaged by Sam, and perhaps even better now. She moved so easily she felt like she was almost floating. Weightless. The sense of wickedness about her that was projected by the way her walk had become more of a strut, and the way her full, red lips were shaped into the hint of a smirk.
Sophie’s dress was black with two narrow shoulder straps, a corset inlaid with a gold Celtic pattern and a wet-look skirt which flared out and came to just above the middle of her thigh. Although the dress bared nothing but her tanned and shapely legs and her narrow shoulders, the shape of Sophie’s breast was conveyed behind the tightness of the corset, and her cleavage was tantalisingly visible through a translucent material that descended from her collar bone in a V-shape. Sophie was a fan of black. Her long hair fell, sometimes in curls, to just above her lower back and she started to agree with what Sam said about it as she glanced at herself in a passing mirror. She smiled to herself.
As she crossed the foyer and out of the door, she became aware of the Doorman’s eyes following her and she giggled a little. He was allowed a long-look, as Sophie progressed slowly whilst wearing her Black Jimmy Choo stilettos. Sam had bought her these shoes for her last birthday months ago, but she had wanted this little holiday to be the first time she wore them. They were open-toe with a strap that fastened around above her ankle, the sides and in-step decorated with a similar gold Celtic pattern as her dress, and complete with real diamonds wherever there would’ve an excess patch of black leather.
Slender and athletic-looking, graceful and elegant while she moved, Sophie’s figure was always eyed greedily by men and enviously by women. She chose to decorate her eyes with dark shadow applied in a smoke effect that she tutored other women to do via her thriving online blog. It made her eyes almost magnetic, and her sensational figure was almost forgotten whenever anyone looked into them, big, bright, innocent and doe-like. For lipstick she chose red, although people rarely noticed anything about her mouth but her sincere, perfect white smile that she wore so easily and effortlessly. Being as style-savvy as she was, she had a thin red handbag in her small hands, nails varnished differing shades of red.
Making a mental note to herself that she could post another nail-art tutorial, she crossed the street and soon found herself stood over the pathetic, dishevelled figure on the ground.
“How many years has it been?” she said, laughing.
The man did not reply.
“Don’t you dare ignore me.” Sophie said, although she was still laughing. It wasn’t exactly for jest or heart’s ease. Her laugh was laced with a mocking tone. She did not believe that she was being ignored, but rather that the man was unable to think of anything to say for himself.
“I love London. Sam and I have been here for 5 days. You, however, look like you’ve been laying in this alleyway for 5 years.” Said Sophie.
The man slowly looked up, and Sophie enjoyed the way he eyed her, the same way a minimum wage employee would admire the cars in a Rolls-Royce showroom. She was stood with a shoulder-width stance, her centre of gravity poised over her sky-scraper high heels. Sophie lowered her red handbag and held it against her side, the fingers of her other hand splayed out and around her hip. She tossed her hair and the man’s eyes followed it, his mouth was gaping.
“You remember how I was training to become a teacher? Well, I am now! I love it, to be honest, ?NAME?. I never knew why I wanted to do it, but I certainly know now why I want to keep doing it. The look on a young child’s face when they finally comprehend, when they’ve just learned something new, it makes me feel so alive. The look of adoration when I’ve just eased their own self-doubt and restored their self-esteem after they’ve had a bad lesson…it makes me so glad I chose to become a teacher.”
“H-how does a teacher afford-?” asked the man.
“Excuse me?” Sophie said, fighting back a laugh. She was, in fact, itching to tell him, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You’re staying in the most expensive hotel in London. Celebrities stay here. Not to mention you look like you’ve just sauntered out of a Milan or Paris clothing boutique.” The Man’s voice seemed to gain authority and confidence as he finished his sentence.
Sophie giggled.
Switching her handbag to her weaker hand, she crouched down and slapped the man hard in the face. The man was too shocked to even react, and she evened things out by back-handing his opposite cheek. She remembered this superficial charm from years ago, his vacant soul was capable of words that sounded as though they meant something to him, but they weren’t. All this pathetic man was capable of was feeling pain.
Sure enough, his eyes widened again in horror and his lip began to tremble.
“Mmmmmmm”. Sophie relished his reaction and slapped him once more. This time her palm made a sickening noise when it collided with his left cheek, and the unlikely power her slender arms had mustered felled him sideways so that his face rested in the dirt of the concrete floor.
Sophie stood upright and edged a little closer. Her shoes were a mere yard away from the man’s face. She could see the struggle as he tried his hardest fight back the tears. Perhaps it was more painful for him to hold it in. Perhaps that’s why he was able to.
“If you must know, Sam is working for JP Morgan Chase, and on the side he has made countless investments. Every business he has touched may as well have started manufacturing gold dust. We have more money than God, although I often wonder if my boyfriend and God are the same person. On top of that, I have a thriving website through which I sell a premium life-style coaching DVD course for women. Shall I put you down for a copy?” Sophie’s laugh was thunderous as she surveyed the man at her feet. The man trembled as if labouring through a blizzard, so she doubted the warmth she felt flowing through her own body was infectious.
The man started to wonder if all the feminine power in the world had been concentrated and had been carved into the likeness of the beautiful lady that stood at care-free ease in front and over him. All the swagger of the Spice Girls and the charm of Marylin Manroe, Sophie surpassed it all.
“You are quite the little writer aren’t you, boy?” Sophie’s compliment was mocking, her laugh was mocking. The man looked up to her face in shock and annoyance. He realised he must’ve been thinking aloud without even realising.
“I’m going to pen a novel that is more lustful or emotional than anything you’ve ever read, Sophie. It will surpass Beautiful Disaster and Fifty Shades of ****ing Grey. It-“ the man stopped dead.
What was the point? He could not make an impression on this girl. He felt destroyed whenever he thought of her, and when she was stood over him looking and talking like this he felt completely under her control. As if her every word, action and desire acted as strings that latched to his every joint, nerve and muscle.
She was laughing again.
“You are mine. Yes. But I’m not yours.” Said Sophie, glancing towards the hotel. She reminisced of days in the primary school playground about the way children would taunt each other during tigs.
The man did not respond, and his trembling became so terrible that he could almost be mistaken for someone mid-seizure.
“Here is what you’re going to do. You will write that novel. I have, trembling under my Jimmy Choo’s, a boy who will be a published writer someday. The novel will be a best-seller, I have no doubt, and you will be a millionaire when the fruits of all of your labour, toil, pain and suffering are verbalised and used to tease the souls of all those vanilla people you think you are superior to.”
Sophie was almost ready for it. She had elected not to wear her panties for this, and she could feel the early morning breeze teasing her soaking vagina. She opened her handbag and took out a pair of Black Lace V-Cut that were still soaking thanks to Sam’s teasing and tantalising. She also smirked as her eyes roved over the tear in the French lace.
“Sit up”. Sophie ordered. Her eyes were shining bright with emotion and searched every inch of the man now sat before her, and seemed to sting him like the lash of a whip. Her smile came with an innocent and yet wicked laugh that seemed to burn even more.
“Do you know which animal this is?” Sophie ran her finger along the animal print pattern that was soaking, just as Sam’s had done hours ago.
In a last, desperate attempt to flatter, the man stuttered and forced a smile. “Aa—alpha female?”
Sophie didn’t want to ruin the moment by laughing. She shoved the panties over the man’s head, the scent of her sex on the v-cut pressed against his nose.
“A cheetah.” Sophie laughed. Revenge was best served hot, after all.
The man finally give in. He fell to the floor again, but could not remove the panties from his face. They were worth more than anything he was wearing combined, yet she doubted they were for sale. He sobbed as though all the cares and heartbreak in the world flowed within the river of his soul, and had been dammed for years with the bricks of his ego and self-loathing.
“As I was saying. When you’re a millionaire, and the proceeds of your novel have your bank account bursting at the seams, do you know what you’re going to do with that money?”
He could only sob.
“You are going to hand it all over to me and Sam. Your emotions belong to me. Your soul belongs to me. And I belong to Sam.” Sophie smiled and moved to stand with one Jimmy Choo upon the man’s soaking wet face.
“I will draw out the cash I’ve taken from you, I’m going to revel in the excess by having the bank notes strewn on top of mine and Sam’s bed quilt, and I’m going to beg Sam to ravage me. My flawless, naked body will be laying in thousands of pounds worth of the Queen’s Head, and My King’s Head is going to fill me up, and he’s going to make me quiver, make me weak, he will make me exhale and scream in pleasure, he will do things to my body and my soul that you CANNOT compete with.” Sophie felt like she was approaching orgasm just thinking about it. Her tone of voice was as smooth and seamless as the man’s panties. His sobs became uncontrollable and Sophie felt like she had well and truly left her mark upon him.
“Your name is now: Sophie’s Bitch.” Sophie purred, as if she was rewarding a well-behaved child with candy. She removed her foot from his face.
The man looked up and Sophie’s vagina tingled at the sight all of his conflicting emotions, and her Jimmy Choo-print upon his face. The dam within his soul had re-emerged almost as quick as she had destroyed it. She was now well and truly in control.
“What’s your name”? Sophie asked, tantalisingly.
“Sophie’s Bitch. My name is…Sophie’s Bitch.” The man lowered his face to Sophie’s right shoe and kissed the golden Celtic pattern upon the in-step. The gesture only earned him a stomp and a bleeding scar delivered by her stiletto heel.
“Good. Now….go and write.” Sophie turned gracefully, flipping her hair over her shoulder and strode back across the street. Some girls move gingerly and poorly in high heels, almost as though they may fall at any second, but Sophie only seemed to move a thousand times more easily and gracefully. The man heard the clicking of both her 5 inch stilettos hit the concrete as though his ear was pressed against it, wondering if every male on the planet was ironically being awoken in these very moments by the delicate feet of this rich, dark-haired Goddess.
When she was out of sight, he grabbed his pen and his mind urged the ink to flow.
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Lesbian Girls sex Story, Lesbian Sex Story, English Lesbian sex Story
Rodger’s Cousin Carla Wants Some Candy Too
As I walked into the casino I’ll confess I was rather dumbfounded at having ran into my uncle Brian and even more so realizing he was staying on the same floor as me. What an unusual coincidence I thought. I was excited to see my cousin Carla as it had been almost a year since I had last seen her when she suddenly decided to move to Florida.
Technically, me and uncle Brian still owned the heating and air business together. He ran the business he started down in Florida and I ran the business here in Indiana. Shortly after his 44th birthday he just came in one morning and told me and Carla he was moving to Florida and was going to start a heating and air business down there. He said, “there is no off season in the air conditioning business in Florida.”
He told me the Indiana branch was mine to do with as I see fit, and Carla was made the CFO of the new combined company. In the following years a lot of her time was spent going back and forth between Indiana and Florida. Uncle Brian had the Florida branch built up into a very successful business within a few years. Collectively I spent about four weeks a year down there training his employees and helping him during our off season in Indiana.
Over the years Carla had become my best friend, my drinking buddy and my closest confident all rolled up into one. We did all the stuff together that I used to do with her dad. Namely, we drank and I chased pussy while she chased cock and pussy. Over time we sort of became bad for each other even though we loved each other dearly. At least that is what Carla had told me back in January when she suddenly decided to move to Florida. I was supposed to hire a girl in the office to help me, but I never did as it just wouldn’t have been the same.
As I walked through the casino I saw her sitting at the second bar I came across. She saw me looking into the bar and beckoned me to come have a seat next to her. At 32 she was still attractive even more so than she was at 18. She had gotten married at 26. Her marriage only lasted three years, but she got two wonderful children out of it. One day at work shortly after she quit breastfeeding her second child she called me into her office. She had me take a seat, she stood up, pulled her shirt off and then undid her bra. Then she asked me for my opinion on her tits. She was upset they didn’t point upward anymore.
I told her they were fine, and she told me that wasn’t good enough. She got them fixed with an expensive underarm procedure and I was the first person she showed her new tits to. Then she got lipo done on her hips, the back of her legs and her butt. She got her pubic hair removed by laser so it would always be smooth without having to shave it. All in all as she sat there on the bar stool at 32 she was a perfect ten.
I went in the bar area and walked across the small dance floor. As I approached the empty seat next to Carla at the bar she stood up, gave me a hug and then a kiss on the cheek. As she started to back away she sniffed me.
“Oh my god Rodger, I should have known you would smell like pussy,” she said while laughing.
I just smirked.
“The only thing is it is not on your face,” she said as she started moving her head down trying to find where scent was coming from. When she got to my shirt pocked she slid her hand into it and retrieved Candy’s lace thong. She discreetly brought it up to her face and sniffed Candy’s scent off of it. Then she quickly tucked the thong back into my pocket.
Carla excitedly said, “OMG that thong was a size 3 and it smelled so sweet. I’d love to see who it belongs to.”
I gestured with my hand for Carla to sit down and we both sat down. I said, “I am happy to see you too Carla.”
I ordered us both a drink and then we both sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. It had been almost a year since we had seen each other, and the way she had left gave me the feeling that she blamed me for some of her problems, but I told myself what matters now is she is here and she is happy to see me and wants to talk to me.
She said, “Rodger, I am so sorry for how I left things with you. I want you to know in no way do I blame you for how I am. I was just trying to tell you after fourteen years of seeing each other every day and being each other’s best friend we both needed some time apart to reflect.”
I asked, “how is it working out for you?”
She replied, “good, I am moving back home and I will tell you all about that later, but the main thing I have learned is that I like the way I am living and I like the person I am. I have my family, my work and I don’t need a significant other to make me happy. However, I do want my best friend back.”
I laughed and said, “you never lost me.”
She smiled, leaned over, hugged me and asked, “so what have you learned in the year I have been gone?”
I ended up telling Carla everything about Candy, our relationship we didn’t call a relationship, how I had quit fucking other girl’s even though Candy never asked me to and how I was debating ending the relationship because I didn’t want Candy to get hurt when I inevitably ended up cheating on her.
She took my hand and said, “Rodger, it sounds like you have finally found the perfect girl for you why are you trying to end it?”
“It is like you said I have come to accept the way I am and I don’t need anyone else to make my life complete,” I said.
She said, “that is different Rodger. Yes, I screwed up my marriage, but that doesn’t mean you would. Plus, I have two wonderful kids. For you it is getting to be now or never time if you ever want to have kids. You owe it to yourself to at least try something new.”
I said, “I am so conflicted.”
Just then my phone vibrated it was Candy. She was in the Casino and wanted to meet up with me. I replied, told her where she could find me, that I had met up with an old friend and I would like for her to join us.
I tuned to Carla tugged the tip of Candy’s thong out of my pocket and said, “well it looks like you’re going to get to meet the owner of these.”
Carla was giddy at the prospect of getting to meet Candy, and it didn’t take Candy long to find us. As she approached the bar she saw Carla sitting next to me. You could see the anger, disappointment and jealousy sweep over her face. Candy was better than most females at hiding these types of feelings, but in these rare moments when she was caught off guard I could see them. It made me feel kind of good to know that she was jealous when I was around other females and that she was possessive of me.
As Candy approached us before she had a chance to say anything I said, “Candy this is my cousin Carla that I have told you so much about.”
The anger, disappointment and jealousy immediately disappeared from her face. They were overtaken by relief and happiness. Carla opened her arms and Candy accepted the invitation and embraced her.
For the next two hours the two girls were in there own little world. They exchanged stories, danced on the dance floor, ground up against each other when the song they were dancing to called for it and when they needed a break, drink or food they would come up to the bar and one of them would sit on one side of me and the other would sit on the other side. They both got half way drunk. I was the envy of every male that saw them as I was with the two hottest girls in the casino.
Finally around midnight we decided to knock it off and head upstairs to me and Candy’s room, but not before stopping by the little liquor store off the casino floor. As we got into the elevator and pressed nine Carla said, “hey that is my floor too.” I thought to myself of course.
We went into the room and both the girls were nonstop giggle machines. I told myself they get along because they are both exceptionally attractive and have strong sex drives. I wondered what else they had in common.
Candy said, “fuck I am all hot and sweaty I am going to put my kick back cloths on.” Then she started stripping right there in front of both of us. She got down to just her thong and bra. Carla was looking her up and down like a lion would look at a gazelle before consuming it. Candy knew Carla was checking her out and she liked it as she prolonged her time in her underwear as she pretended to fumble around looking for her casual clothing.
Carla finally said, “oh, what I’d give to be 22 again.”
Candy turned to her and seductively said, “oh, what I’d give to have your body.”
Carla smiled and just as seductively answered, “maybe you will get your wish.”
Then she added, “but for now I need you to come with me to my room with me so I can get my kick back cloths.”
Candy finished dressing and both of the girls gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed out the door. I used the opportunity to freshen myself up a bit. I thought to myself it was pretty obvious now why they got along so well they were attracted to each other. In the time I had known Candy we had never talked about if she was exclusively into guys or if she liked girls too.
They came back into the room about twenty minutes later. Carla had put shorts and a t-shirt on. They both sat down on the king bed next to each other giggling. Carla said, “Rodger, if you don’t marry this one I will.”
Candy blushed and intently watched my face for a reaction. I quickly realized this was a subject the girls had came up with when they were alone together.
Having none of it I said to Carla, “I am not sure she is your type.”
Carla playfully asked, “what do you mean?”
In a matter of fact way l said, “you’re a girl and Candy likes guys.”
Candy looked at me, smiled and said, “maybe, I like both.”
Candy moved closer to Carla and aggressively French kissed her and Carla kissed her back. When the kiss ended Carla was just staring into Candy’s eyes awe struck. Candy defiantly had Carla under her spell.
“Wow, I am not use to seeing my cousin rendered speechless,” I said.
Carla blushed and said, “like I said if you don’t marry this one I will.” Carla leaned over and kissed Candy this time.
The girls started pulling each other’s shirts and bras off until they both stood their topless in just their shorts. Candy asked, “Rodger are you ok with this?”
Both the girls looked my way for an answer and I said, “if you two are ok with it I am ok with it.”
Candy put her hand on Carla’s tits and said, “OMG I love your tits they are so firm.”
Carla smiled and said, “I had them fixed.”
Carla put her hands on Candy’s tits and asked, “are you lactating?”
“Yeah, do you want to relive them? Rodger usually does it, but if you want to you can,” Candy said.
Carla bent down and started sucking Candy’s tits. After a minute or so Carla stopped and helped Candy out of her shorts and thong and pushed her down on the bed. She said, “trust me you will love this I did when I was lactating.”
Carla resumed sucking on Candy’s tits, but she had positioned herself on the bed next to Candy where she could work her pussy with her hand and fingers while sucking on her tits. Carla began to ruby Candy’s slit and she was very wet. I could smell her scent.
“Oh fuck oh god this feels so damn good,” Candy squealed in a high pitched voice.
Carla started moving her fingers faster while biting, licking and sucking her nipples at the same time.
“Oh your making me feel so fucking good ah ah ah ah ah,” Candy squealed as she came.
Carla took her fingers off Candy’s clit and went up to Candy’s head, kissed her and held her.
“Take off your panties I want to do you!” Candy exclaimed.
Carla pulled her panties down and said, “I’ll take them off, but I am not done with you yet, I want to taste you and I want to make you squirt.”
“OMG Can you! I have never squirted,” Candy exclaimed.
“Every girl is different, but I’d be honored if you let me try and give you your first,” Carla said.
Candy nodded her head yes.
“But first I want to taste that incredibly sweet pussy of yours,” Carla said.
Carla went down between Candy’s legs and started licking. Her position allowed me to see her pussy and asshole which I confess turned me on even though me and my cousin never did anything to each other. Carla’s pussy was also giving off her sweet scent. Candy was moaning and groaning as Carla gave her head. Just then Candy came and held Carla’s head down. Carla went back up to Candy’s mouth and kissed her giving her a taste of herself.
Carla said, “come here Rodger, I am going to show you how to make your girlfriend squirt.”
I moved onto the bed and I got on the side of Candy opposite of Carla. Carla said, “oh fuck Rodger she is so incredible you better not let her get away.”
Candy smiled.
Carla stuck her fingers into Candy and began to finger fuck her fast and hard. “Do you like that Candy?” She asked.
Candy nodded her head yes.
“Are you a dirty girl Candy?” Carla asked.
Candy said, “oh fuck yeah.”
Candy’s pussy was sloshing wet at this point. Carla started moving her fingers up and down instead of in and out.
Candy cried out in pleasure “oh fuck, oh my god what are you doing?”
Carla kept it up and looked into Candy’s eyes and said, “I am going to make you feel better than you ever have ever felt before are you ready?”
Candy bit her lip and nodded her head yes.
Carla started to furiously move her fingers up and down with one hand and put pressure on her abdomen with the other.
“Oh fuck oh shit ah ah ah fuck me ah gush gush gush,” and Candy projectile squirted half way across the room. She was bucking uncontrollably in the bed. Clara looked at me and smiled as her face glistened with Candy’s pussy juice.
She gently held Candy and silently mouthed to me, “she is the one.”
When Candy settled down she said, “that was so fucking unbelievable let me do you Carla.”
Carla smiled and said, “I’d love for you to me, but I’d like it even better if you did me while Rodger was fucking you.”
Candy smiled looked at me and asked, “are you up for that.”
I said, “I sure am.”
Carla got up at the top of the bed and spread her legs. Candy put her head down between them. I got behind Candy and pushed my cock into her wet pussy.
“Umm that feels so good,” Candy Said.
Candy started licking Carla’s pussy. Carla said, “oh fuck Candy you eat pussy so good.”
I started pounding Candy. I knew given the extreme amount of visual stimulation I had just been exposed to it was unlikely that I was going to last long. So I just sort of slowly moved in and out of Candy as she ate Carla out. Carla lovingly stoked Candy’s hair and looked up and me and said, “just like old times Rodger.”
I smiled and kept pounding Candy as Carla had her first orgasm. Candy said, “I think Roger needs to cum I can tell he is holding back.”
Carla said, “let him cum we gave him an awful lot to see besides we can make each other happy if he wears out on us.”
Carla started rubbing her clit some more and right before Candy leaned down to lick it I whispered into her ear, “Carla loves to have her ass licked.”
Candy took the hint, titled Carla’s legs up and started licking Carla’s asshole.
“Oh fuck I can’t believe I have a hot little 22 year old licking my ass,” she excitedly said.
I just slowly slid in and out of Candy as I watched the show. Carla looked up at me as she was rubbing her clit and Candy was licking her ass. She said, “come on Rodger lets all cum together start fucking her hard.”
So I started pounding Candy hard looking down at her sweet little asshole and Carla was moaning and groaning. It took about five minutes of pounding her as hard as I could and I felt myself ready to pop.
I said, “oh fuck, I am going to cum.”
Carla said, “me too cum in her Rodger I want to look in her eyes when you fill her up.”
Just then I felt Candy’s pussy squeeze me she was cumming.
“Ah Ah Ah, fuck Candy your making me cum,” I said as I shot a big load into Candy.
“Oh Fuck oh yah this is so fucking hot ah ah ah ah,” said Carla as she came all over Candy’s face.
After everyone recovered we all got up for a bit smiled and fixed ourselves some more drinks. The girls each took a chair in the sitting area while I sat on the bed. Funny thing is you would think this would make for an awkward situation, but it wasn’t. We laughed, exchanged stories and enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually we all got into bed. Candy was between me and my cousin and all three of us were completely naked. I looked at Candy and she was happier than a pig in shit. I told myself yep this girl is marriage material.
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INCEST SEX STORIES, FAMILY SEX STORIES, EROTIC INCEST
Bother Fucks Stepsister And Stepmom
Anthony walked into his stepsister Lori’s room, standing quietly as he watched her sleeping. His father had remarried after a messy divorce, and Lori was the 19 year old daughter of his new wife Alyssa. Alyssa was in her late forties, but she looked more like a woman in her late thirties. It was obvious where Lori had gotten her looks from as she moaned softly, stirring slightly as Anthony pulled the sheets down exposing her naked body. Anthony moved toward the bed, his stiff cock at the ready as he moved onto the bed between his step sisters spread legs.
Anthony smiled as he caressed Lori’s soft ass, lowering his head and kissing her cheeks. Lori moaned again as Anthony worked his down, running his tongue up and down the length of her crack. Lori opened her eyes as Anthony’s tongue moved between her cheeks,
“That feels good Anthony….I take it we’re alone?”
“Yes, my Dad and your Mother are gone for the day, maybe the entire weekend, now hush and enjoy.”
“sounds good to me.”
Anthony tongued Lori’s ass as she moaned and wiggled her hips, pushing against his tongue, while reaching down and sliding two fingers into her creamy pussy. As Lori neared her orgasm, she placed her face in the pillow to muffle her screams of passion, even though there was no one in the house to hear except Anthony, why let the neighbors know. After cumming Lori rolled onto her back, cupping her tits in her hand, rolling her nipples between her fingers, while Anthony started running his tongue over her pussy. Anthony loved listening to Lori moan as he lapped up Lori’s juices, and tongue fucked her, while teasing her clit.
After sucking Lori’s clit, and bringing his step sister to another orgasm, Anthony rolled over onto his back, so Lori could take care of him. Lori held his stiff cock, running her tongue up and down the shaft, sucking his balls and then making her way up again. Anthony closed his eyes as Lori started to deep throat him, thinking back to when she first arrived. Lori was so quiet she hardly spoke to anyone. Anthony understood, he’d been through some of the same shit himself.
Anthony gave Lori her space when necessary, but went out of his way to be her friend. In time, Lori started to open up, hanging out with Anthony, and going places with him. Anthony’s thoughts were interrupted as Lori nearly brought him to orgasm, only to stop long enough to lower her tight pussy onto his cock. As Lori started to hump him slowly it brought back the memory of their first sexual encounter. He was walking past Lori’s room when he heard her moaning. Concerned, he stopped and peeked inside. That’s when he caught Lori masturbating.
Lori was mortified at first, but Anthony assured Lori it would be their secret. Shortly after that Lori and Anthony began to experiment with kissing, eventually moving to caressing and petting one another, and finally it morphed into masturbating together, until it finally ended up where they were today. Anthony sometimes wondered if Alyssa knew, but if she did she didn’t let on. She was too busy being grateful to Anthony for all he had done for Lori. Again Anthony was brought back to reality as Lori really started humping his cock. Her head was titled back, her tits in her hands, and she was moaning as she humped his cock.
Just as Anthony was about to cum, Lori got off his cock asking him to fuck her ass. Anthony smiled, he loved Lori’s tight ass, almost as much as she loved having his cock in it. As Lori held onto the headboard, Anthony slowly eased his cock into her ass. First the head, and then the rest of his cock, or as much as he dare. Once in, Anthony started fucking Lori’s ass, slapping her cheeks as she squealed out in delight. Lori was panting and moaning as she stuffed as many fingers into her pussy as she could, while Anthony pummeled her ass. It didn’t take long before Anthony pulled out and spewed his load over her creamy cheeks. Afterward they showered, and then Lori made breakfast.
After breakfast Anthony and Lori were about to get into some more loving when the phone rang…it was Alyssa saying that they were on their way home. When Anthony asked why so soon, and Alyssa snapped,
“I don’t want to talk about it alright!”
Alyssa hung up leaving Anthony standing there wondering what the hell happened. Anthony told Lori to get dressed, that the parents were coming home. Shortly thereafter they arrived, neither talking to one another, so Anthony and Lori laid low. About a week later Anthony was sleeping in after a late night out. When he woke up he decided to go and see who was home, if anyone. Half asleep he looked into Lori’s room and saw she was gone, then he remembered she had something going on, and his Dad would be gone playing golf, and Alyssa, she was probably out shopping.
Anthony walked toward the bathroom, yawning and trying to get rid of the cobwebs. As he walked into the bathroom he looked up just as Alyssa stepped from the shower, reaching for a towel. Anthony froze, expecting to be screamed at. Instead Alyssa grabbed the towel as Anthony stared at her beautiful tits damn she had a nice body.
“Well good morning sleepy head, nice to see you up.”
“I’m sorry Alyssa, I thought you were gone, I will get out of here.”
“Why do I look that gross?”
“No, you’re beautiful, it’s just that you’re naked, and I barged in, and….”
“Relax Honey I am glad to see someone still thinks I look good.”
“Stay and talk to me please?”
Not quite sure what to do or say Anthony stood there.
“You know, I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day,” she said.
“Oh it’s cool, don’t worry about it.”
“You’re so sweet Anthony.”
“I’ve never told you how much I appreciate all you’ve done for Lori.”
“Not a problem.” Anthony replied.
“You mind if I ask you a question though?”
“Sure what do you want to know?”
“How long have you and Lori been fucking?”
Anthony stood there, he didn’t know what to say.
“Well Anthony?”
“OK, We’ve been doing it for a while.”
“It started innocently enough, with kissing and touching and It kind of escalated from there.”
“I’m not mad Anthony, I’d rather have her fucking you than someone I didn’t know or trust.”
“Really?”
“That’s right I’m fine with it.”
Then Alyssa smiled and moved toward Anthony.
“I must say, I can tell why Lori has sex with you so much, you have a really nice cock.”
Anthony felt his cock starting to harden, as Alyssa stared at him.”
Alyssa tossed her towel aside as Anthony’s eyes roamed over her body…both of them standing there in silence. Alyssa’s tits were so damn full and her nipples were hard like pebbles, just begging to be sucked. Anthony’s cock was sticking out proudly as he stared at Alyssa’s neatly trimmed bush.
“I really need a cock bad Anthony, please don’t think bad of me I just can’t stand it anymore.”
“You Father cares more about work than he does satisfying me, he’s never here, and I think he might even be seeing another woman.”
“Then he’s insane,” Anthony stammered.
Alyssa smiled as she stepped forward, placing her arms around Anthony, pulling him to her chest his cock pushing against her thigh. Alyssa looked at Anthony whispering,
“Make love to me Anthony like you do to Lori.”
“Besides, it’s not like I’m your real Mom.”
Then Alyssa began to kiss Anthony, softly at first while Anthony started caressing her tits, running him thumbs over her nipples. Alyssa’s tongue slipped past Anthony’s lips, as their kiss became more passionate. Alyssa reached down, grabbing Anthony’s rigid cock, squeezing it and moaning softly. Anthony kissed his way down Alyssa’s neck, taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue as Alyssa cooed saying,
“Oh yes Anthony, suck my nipples it feels so nice.”
Anthony was drunk with lust for his sexy stepmom and he couldn’t help wondering where this would all lead but right now it really didn’t matter. He sucked Alyssa’s nipples as he squeezed her breasts, eventually working his way down toward her pussy as Alyssa sat on the edge of the bathroom counter. Anthony looked at Alyssa’s pussy as she spread her lips apart, showing him her pinkness.
“Go ahead Anthony, kiss my pussy….you know you want to.”
Alyssa was right all Anthony wanted to do was kneel down and run his tongue up and down Alyssa’s pussy. Anthony ran his tongue over Alyssa’s lips, as she purred, her hands on his head guiding him. Alyssa smelled fresh from her shower as Anthony caressed her ass, while he continued to explore her sex. Alyssa moved further back, placing her left foot on the counter, while moving her right leg aside. Alyssa reached down, parting her lips with her fingers, saying…
“Now Anthony make me cum.”
Anthony ran his tongue over her clit listening to Alyssa gasp as he eased his finger into her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue. Alyssa gasped,
“Oh Anthony….that feels so fucking good…Oh ya…you’re going to make me cum.”
Anthony now had two fingers in her pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth, as Alyssa reached down, pulling his head into her crotch.
“Oh fuck….I’m…I’m going to cum.”
Alyssa’s body started to shudder, as the orgasm washed over her. Alyssa moaned loudly as she ground her pussy into Anthony’s face, nearly suffocating him.
Coming up for air as Alyssa gathered herself up, Anthony took his cock in hand and started running it up and down Alyssa’s creamy slit. Alyssa moaned as Anthony teased her, pretending he was going to slide his cock in, only to tap it against her clit. When Anthony saw how it aroused her, he began slapping the head of his cock against her clit, listing to her beg him to fuck her. Finally Anthony slowly eased the head of his cock in, pausing and looking into her eyes.
“Oh fuck Anthony…stick that thing in me before I explode…PLEASE!”
Anthony slid his cock into Alyssa’s pussy, slowly an inch at a time until he was finally all the way in. Placing his right hand on his hip, and holding Alyssa’s thigh with his left hand, he started fucking her…slowly at first, then picking up speed. He watched as Alyssa gasped with each powerful thrust of his cock, squealing and squeezing her tits, while rolling her nipples between her fingers and tugging at them.
Anthony slid his cock into Alyssa’s pussy, slowly an inch at a time until he was finally all the way in. Placing his right hand on his hip, and holding Alyssa’s thigh with his left hand, he started fucking her…slowly at first, then picking up speed. He watched as Alyssa gasped with each powerful thrust of his cock, squealing and squeezing her tits, while rolling her nipples between her fingers and tugging at them.
“Oh fuck Anthony slam that cock into my pussy Oh fuck yes.”
“Shit you make my pussy feel so fucking good.”
Anthony slammed Alyssa’s pussy, the orgasms washing over her as he continued to pummel her hot pussy. Nearly out of breath Alyssa told Anthony she wanted to suck him off. A little disappointed, Anthony pulled his cock from her pussy and took her place on the counter. Alyssa knelt down, running her tongue up and down his shaft, licking off her juices from his cock. Then as she slid two fingers deep into her pussy, Alyssa took Anthony’s cock deep down her throat.
Anthony gasped. he’d thought Lori was good at giving head, but she was nothing compared to Alyssa. This woman knew how to suck cock and then some. Anthony closed his eyes, listening as Alyssa slurped and sucked his cock, bringing him to the very edge. Then she slid a finger up his ass causing Anthony to blow his load like never before. His cock throbbed and spasm as he dumped his load down her throat. The two kissed and caressed one another before dressing. After they had gathered themselves together Alyssa asked Anthony,
“Are you OK with well you know.”
“Of course maybe we can do it again when you’re ready.”
Alyssa smiled, “I’d like that.”
“And in the meantime, remember I don’t have a problem with you fucking Lori.”
That evening Lori came home asking Anthony what he’d been doing all day. Anthony just smiled, thinking if she only knew or maybe she did. After all, Alyssa knew he was fucking her, just maybe……….
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MALE FEMALE EROTIC SEX STORIES, THANKSGIVING EROTIC SEX STORIES
ANAL,MF,COMING OF AGE
MALE FEMALE EROTIC SEX STORIES, THANKSGIVING EROTIC SEX STORIES
ANAL,MF,COMING OF AGE
Jessi and Levi Our First Thanksgiving Together [MF]
Me and my girl Jessi had been dating for 4-5 months when the events I am describing happened five years ago on Thanksgiving day. We were both eighteen year old seniors in high school at the time.
Jessi’s parents, Sara and Mike, were kind of conservative. Even at eighteen she had a lot of restrictions most girls her age didn’t. She was allowed to date, but even on the weekends she had to be home by midnight and while she was allowed to have her boyfriend over the rules allowed this only when her parents or other approved adults were in the home. If we went upstairs into her room we had to leave the door open at all times.
Jessi was a great girl that was both sexy and smart. She had long Auburn hair and even though her parents required she dress in a modest fashion with no plunging necklines or tight fitting clothing it was hard to hide her incredible body. She had a nice D sized rack, but her rack was not outrageously big. If it helps you imagine what they looked like they were about the same size as JLaw’s breasts and they were also perky like hers. Her butt had a normal female pop or bubble to it, but again it was nothing outrageous she was just perfectly proportioned. In my mind she was a perfect 10, but keep in mind opinions on someone’s beauty or lack thereof are always subjective.
Her parents did sort of an odd juggling act with her. On the one hand they had all these rules and regulations, but then on the other hand her mom took her the doctor and put her on the birth control shot even though she never asked to be put on it or discussed her sex life with her mom. I took it as one of those subtle messages parents are always trying to send their kids “look we know you two are fucking and while we don’t want to come out and say it is ok, we are going to make sure you don’t get knocked up.” Sexually, she wasn’t my first, but I was her first just three weeks after we began dating. She wasn’t a prude and she was always willing to try new things which made me a happy boy.
Now don’t get the idea I disapprove of how her parents raised her particularly looking back 5 years later with more adult eyes they did a great job of raising her. They taught her the kind of values that are rare in today’s all about me world as she is humble but not meek.
The one thing that embarrassed her about her upbringing was her pubic hair. I remember the first time we were going to mess around. She got down to just her panties and had a real nervous look on her face. Keep in mind 90% of the girls we went to school with were shaved or had some sort of small landing strip.
She said in a very somber tone, “before we go any further, there is something you have to know about me.”
I was kind of shocked by the statement and quickly my mind ran through all the possibilities. The worst of which were did she have some sort of odd deformity or medical condition she needed to tell me about? It seems silly now looking back on it, but the way she said it made me think it was something really serious.
I asked “what is it?” and quickly added “whatever it is we will get through it”?
Her lip started to quiver and she stuttered ” … I…. I… have ….. my bush…”
I told her it wasn’t anything to worry about and I asked her to show me. She nervously pulled her panties off and she did have a full bush. It wasn’t an overgrown jungle, but she was extremely self-conscience about it. She explained her mom wouldn’t let her shave it bare or down to a landing strip and the best she could do was shave her legs up to her bikini line and trim her bush with a pair of scissors if it got too overgrown. As time went on she always told me when we went away to college one of the first things to go along with her conservative wardrobe was going to be that bush.
A couple of months into our relationship her best girlfriend, Bonnie, had confided in me that the reason why it was such a big deal to her is that some of the girls that were jealous of her at school had used it as a way to pick on her. When they wanted to dig at her they called her “hairy” but the worst part about it for her was that a lot of times even her friends seemed to pile on. It wasn’t unusual for high school senior girls to talk about their pussies, but whenever hers was talked about it about was always referred to as a “hair pie” and not a pussy or even a cunt. For example if the girls were talking about oral sex instead of asking her if her boyfriend ate her pussy she got “Jessi, does Levi eat your hair pie?”
Anyway this particular Thanksgiving her family was hosting her whole extended family in their home. A big deal was made about this being the first time Jessi was going to be allowed to invite a boyfriend to a family holiday. I met the whole family and we were seated with the kids for dinner as there wasn’t enough table space at the adult table or at least that was what they told us. Like I hinted at earlier her parents were real big on the whole sending subtle messages thing. I think this was their way of telling her that while they recognized she was becoming an adult because she was eighteen and they allowed her boyfriend to attend a family event she wasn’t quite all the way there yet. I had a feeling that next year after she had graduated from high school and been away at college for several months she would be seated at the adult table.
This kind of pissed her off although it wasn’t that big of a deal to me, but the upside of Jessi being pissed off was her outlet was sex and often when she was angry particularly at her parents she wanted it hard and nasty. Indeed when she was angry at them she wanted the whole “treat me like a whore, fuck me hard cum in my pussy, cum in my mouth or on my face.
So when we were done eating she goes to clear our plates and as she picks mine up she whispers into my ear “are you horny…. up in my room in a few.” After she came back out of the kitchen she went over to the adult table, grabbed a couple of dinner roles, several pats of butter, put them on a saucer and motioned for me to follow her up the stairs. As we had been fucking for more than 4 months now we had gotten pretty good at working around her mom and dad’s rules.
We often had what we called “sneaky sex” at her house. Typically, we waited for her siblings to go to bed, but while her parents were still downstairs watching a TV we went up to her room and with her door open we got down on the floor in the part of the room that someone could see only from the prospective of her sister’s room. (she always made sure her sister’s door was closed) Then she would slide her jeans or shorts down until they were just above her knees and I pulled my cock out of my fly and we went to town. It made it easy to cover up or get dressed quickly if her parents came upstairs unexpectedly. From a guy’s prospective there were a few side benefits to this. The first one was that there was no foreplay involved she would just go into the bathroom and masturbate herself until she got wet and then come back into her bedroom and drop her pants down. Secondly, since her pants were never all the way off it created a binding or restricting effect that made her pussy feel that much tighter. Finally, the risk of getting caught added to the excitement of the sex.
Even that being said, I thought it was a super risky move on Thanksgiving day with her grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings and cousins all in the house and awake. As we ascended the stairs I tried to express my concerns, but she brushed them aside and said dinner and dessert will keep them busy for awhile. Like I said when she was angry with her parents this is how she took it out on them so I knew I was stuck playing along no matter the consequences.
So we go into her room. I sat on her bed and waited for her my cock didn’t need much priming as I was pretty aroused at the thought of some risky angry sex. She went into the bathroom as usual, but I thought it was odd she took the saucer with the dinner roles with her. She closed the door and tuned the fan on. As I was waiting for her I was really glad I had taken a few minutes before I got ready to come over to her house to beat off as I assumed it was going to be a no sex day with everyone in the house.
After a couple of minutes she came back into her room. She kissed me, then we got down on the floor in our usual spot with me butted up behind her. She slid her pants down and leaned back into me and said “let me put it in this time.”
I said “ok” and kissed the back of her neck. This really wasn’t an unusual request as she liked to put it in from time to time.
She said, “now close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and I heard her fumbling around with something for a second. She grabbed a hold of my cock and she had something that felt greasy on her hands as she coated my cock with it giving my cock a few strokes with her hand covering it completely in whatever this substance this was. Now the lube was really unusual as we had never used any before and I didn’t know where she would hide any in her house.
As she held my cock with a couple of her fingers and lined it up to her spot she said, “push…push hard.”
I opened my eyes and said, “OMFG,” as my cock had just slide half way into the tightest hole it had ever been in.
She said “AH AH AH AH OH…..Fuck, I feel so full..”
It only took me a few seconds to register that I was in her ass not her pussy and that she was the one that had guided me into that hole.
I whispered to her “are you sure”?
Now that was probably a pointless question as I was already half way in her, but I hadn’t started moving yet, I loved her and didn’t want to hurt her.
“Fuck yeah, fuck me … fuck my tight little virgin asshole,” she moaned.
Not being needing to be told something twice especially when it felt so good I started moving back and forth in her and I slid deeper into her tight ass with each stoke. Even though she had instigated this I felt such an overwhelming sense of power and control over her. As I looked down she was holding her ass cheeks apart to make the penetration easier.
She gutturally uttered “oh fuck me this is so dirty…. I am you little fuck toy….. do you like how my tight little asshole feels wrapped around your big hard cock?”
I just mumbled “oh yes Jessi, it is the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my life.”
I could tell that made her happy as she took her hands off her cheeks and reached around with her hand and started rubbing her clit with her fingers.
“Levi, I think I can cum this way try and last just a little bit longer ok….,” she said.
I mumbled a response that indicated I would try and do my best and I thought to myself damn I am so lucky I beat off before I came over.
I picked up the pace and started pumping her ass harder as she said, “talk dirty to me.”
Knowing exactly what she wanted and what brought this on I said “oh fuck Jessi, your such a dirty little slut wanting to get fucked up the ass just to get back at your parents.”
“Ah Ah Ah” she said as her butt was now moving in rhythm with me as I pumped her.
“Your asshole is so fucking tight and I love fucking it… you know I am going to want this all the time now,” I said.
She mumbled “oh, fuck yeah, you better want my ass again.”
I continued to sodomize her on her bedroom floor and talked dirty to her for several minutes. We were in our own little world oblivious to how much noise we were making.
Then her hips started to move really rapidly as she said “oh fuck yeah, I am going cum”
“Ah Ah Ah,” she said as her hips bucked violently back at me desperately trying to move faster. Then her orgasm came. I knew it came because her ass squeezed my cock incredibly hard. Once that happened I lost all self control and started shooting a big load deep up her ass.
Oh fuck, Jessi “I am filling your tight little ass with cum…”
“Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, ah ah ah…,” she said as she kind trailed off riding her bliss out.
As we both came down from our orgasm we heard:
Do you know the way to San José?
I’ve been away so long
I may go wrong and lose my way
I’ve been away so long
I may go wrong and lose my way
Do you know the way to San José?
I’m going back to find
Some peace of mind in San José
I’m going back to find
Some peace of mind in San José
We both just looked at each other with our what the fuck look and she hurriedly pulled her pants up as I tucked my cock in my pants. The music was coming from her sister’s room somebody had turned it on and somebody had seen us.
Fame and fortune is a magnet
It can pull you far away from home
With a dream in your heart you’re never alone…
It can pull you far away from home
With a dream in your heart you’re never alone…
Just then her 63 year old grandmother stepped out of her sisters room and walked into Jessi’s room.
She said “you two put on a good show, but right now my granddaughter needs to come to the bathroom with me and you Mr. need to go down and socialize as with the rest of the family.
She said “you two put on a good show, but right now my granddaughter needs to come to the bathroom with me and you Mr. need to go down and socialize as with the rest of the family.
Jessi tried to protest and said “but grams, I don’t have to use the bathroom.”
Her grandmother looked at her smiled and said “trust me Jessi, after what I just witnessed you do.”
And then she pulled her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. The fan came back on and I could not hear what was going on in there all I could hear was that song.
Dreams turn into dust and blow away
And there you are without a friend
You pack your car and ride away….
And there you are without a friend
You pack your car and ride away….
I figured the shit storm of my life was about to come so I headed downstairs not wanting to further agitate her grandmother. I sat down on the couch next to her grandfather, Jim, he was watching the football game. I was sweating bullets and then after a couple of minutes he put his hand on my knee, winked at me and started making small talk about the game with me drawing attention away from me.
After a few minutes had passed her dad came over and asked me where Jessi was as he wanted to start their traditional toast where they all sat around and said what they were thankful for.
I just mumbled and was at a loss for words and then her grandfather came to my rescue, “oh her stomach was a little upset, too much stuffing… I think” he said laughing. He added Don’t worry Natalie is taking care of her I am sure they will be down in a bit.”
After Jessi’s dad walked away and nobody was watching us he turned to me and said “don’t worry I was a young man once everything is under control.”
I was both relived and mortified at the same time.
Eventually Jessi and her grandmother came down the stairs. Jessi had a sheepish smile on her face as her grandmother playfully prodded her down the stairs.
We didn’t have a chance to talk right away as her dad insisted on doing that toast. Normally, the kids got grape juice or apple juice while the adults got wine and sure enough her parents were going to give us juice when her grandmother spoke up and said, “oh I think these two are old enough for a glass of wine on Thanksgiving.” We got the wine.
As we went around the room I tried to think up something to say so I wasn’t really listening to what people were saying until it was Jessi’s turn. Jessi said ” I am thankful for my grandmother, as she is always willing to share her wisdom with me.”
Everyone toasted.
Then it was Natalie’s turn she said “I am thankful for family and new friends as she winked at me.”
Everyone toasted.
Her grandfather went next “I am thankful for youth….
I say this mainly for the benefit of my granddaughter who will be starting college next fall and the young man that is here with her today. When your young don’t be afraid to try new things. Life is short and you don’t get a redo. When an opportunity presents itself to try something new just close your eyes for a second and then ‘push hard’ into that new opportunity.
As me and Jessi blushed everyone including us toasted. I could also tell this was his way of sending a subtle message to us as well as his daughter and son-in-law that they needed to loosen up the rules on Jessi a bit.
Most of the rest of the evening was uneventful. I finally got a chance to be alone with Jessi on the couch as everyone else had turned in for the night except her mom and grandmother who were busy doing chores in the kitchen. I got the feeling they were having a heart to heart about Jessi.
I turned to her and asked “so what did your grandmother say to you?”
She looked at me smirked and said “you know just girl talk.”
I said “come on you have to tell me more than that.”
Well if you must know, once I got over the shock of having been caught my asshole started to hurt and spasm. I was scared as I had never felt anything like it before. She held my hand as I sat on the toilet and expelled your cum from my ass. She just told me it was no big deal and that she had caught my mom and dad doing the same thing when they were our age. Then she said she was raised in a conservative fashion much like my mom and dad had raised me and she understood that sometimes a girl has to rebel against her restrictions.
I smiled and asked her “but why did they watch us?”
They were sent up to find us for the toast, but when they came up the stairs I was in the bathroom so they decided to look at my sister’s school stuff in her room while they waited. Before they got a chance to say anything we were going at it, and then they guarded the stairwell so nobody else came up. Grandpa took the base of the stairs to distract anybody from going up and grams was upstairs in case anybody made it up the stairs. She turned on the music to keep anyone from hearing us. ….. Oh, and she invited us to use their house for a week on Christmas Break when they were going to be out of town.
When I got home and got ready to take a shower that night I noticed my dick was still greasy from the lube she had used so I reached down and got some of it on my finger and brought it up to my nose. It was butter. She had grabbed the dinner roles to get the butter.
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Erotic Lesbian stories, Vulgar stories, vulgar lesbian girls,
Erotic Lesbian stories, Vulgar stories, vulgar lesbian girls,
Kristin and Hedi Daughter Swap Part 1 [ff]
Kristin and Hedi are two eighteen year old girls that just graduated high school, they are best friends, next door neighbors and they grew up together. Hedi has fair skin, long blonde hair and C cup boobs. All the boys tell her she looks like Samantha Rone. Kristin is also a sexy white girl but with a darker skin tone than her friend’s, long brown hair, c cup boobs and her body is more athletic than her friend’s. All the boys tell her she looks like Dillion Harper. The two girls have a lot in common when they were both twelve their fathers had divorced their mothers because they had fallen in love with younger women. They and their moms spend so much time together it almost like they live in the same house as the two girls freely go back and forth between each others homes.
At eighteen they really don’t understand why they still have rules and restrictions and they constantly chafe against them. Friday night they decided despite their 1 am curfew they weren’t going to come home as they had met two hot guys their age and they wanted to get fucked. The sex turned out not to be so good as the guys were drunk and all either one of them managed to do was stick it in, take a few strokes and blow their load in less than three minutes. Neither Hedi nor Kristin had gotten off. It was 2:00 Am and they were on the way home still horny, and not looking forward to the lecture they were going to get from their moms when Hedi said, “let’s go out to the overlook.”
“Why?” asked Kristin.
I don’t know about you, but I am still horny and I am so tired of these fucking guys. They spend all night telling us how bad they want us and how hot we are and then they fucking can’t even go three minutes?
Kristin laughed and said “yeah, after Tommy finished so quickly his excuse was ‘you’re so hot I couldn’t help it.'”
Hedi giggled and said, “my fucking mom’s been blowing up my phone for the last hour and I am not even going to be able to get myself off at home because she is going to want to lecture me for an hour or more.”
“Yeah, my mom is blowing up my phone too,” Kristin said as she turned off and parked at the overlook.
Hedi asked, “so what difference does another hour make?”
Kristin said, “none, are you suggesting we masturbate in front of each other?”
“Why not?” I mean it is not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” Hedi replied.
The girls had skirts on so they simply dropped their panties. They both started rubbing their clits, but both of them felt awkward. Hedi said, “I am sorry this feels wired maybe if we rubbed each other instead of ourselves it wouldn’t be so wired?”
“I think maybe we better move into the back seat,” said Kristin.
Kristin crawled between the front seats first and waited for Hedi to join her. As Hedi crawled between the seats her bare ass, and her wet pussy were just a couple of inches in front of kristin’s face for a few seconds. Kristin got a heavy dose of Hedi’s scent and it filled her with lust.
As Hedi sat down Kristin moved her head up close to Hedi’s and tenderly rubbed her hand on her friend’s face, and then she moved in and passionately kissed her. Hedi let out a little of sigh of pleasure.
Kristin said, “I know this was your idea, but I am really hot for you now. I think since we have gone this far we might as well give each other head.”
Hedi said, “oh fuck… I never would have thought in a million years, but yeah, I want you too.”
The girls continued to make out and they started rubbing each other’s slits. There was something so naughty about the idea of licking each others freshly fucked pussy that appealed to them. The girl’s worked themselves into a 69 and eagerly licked each and every part of the others slit from their assholes to their clits.
Kristin said, “oh fuck I have never had anybody eat my pussy so good.”
“Fuck yeah, I know what you mean,” Hedi replied
They went at it for a couple of hours and each of them had several orgasms. When it was all over they were shocked at how much time had passed and how neither one of them could seem to get enough. As they pulled out of the parking lot Hedi asked with a hint of concern, “are we like lesbos now?”
Kristin laughed and said no, “I think we are just two really horny girls that haven’t’ been fully satisfied in a long time. “
Hedi giggled and asked, “our secret?”
“Of course,” Kristin replied.
When they arrived at Kristin’s house at 4:30 am both Kristin’s mom, Tess, and Hedi’s mom Cindy were there waiting for them. “Just where the fuck have you two been? Tess asked angrily as the girls walked into the house.
Hedi and Kristin didn’t answer and just looked down at the floor trying to avoid eye contact with their moms.
“I bet they have been out drinking or messing around with boy’s again,” Cindy said in an accusatory voice.
Again Hedi and Kristin looked down at the floor as Tess walked up between them. Tess said smiling, “well they sure don’t smell like boys or alcohol come here Cindy.”
Cindy moved close to the girls, took a big sniff of her daughter’s face and then Kristin’s. She looked at Tess and said, “OMG is that what I think it is?”
Tess stuck her finger into her mouth, rubbed it on Kristin’s face collecting Hedi’s dried cum on her finger tip and then stuck it in her mouth and tasted it. She said, “yep, Cindy that is pussy and I am pretty sure your daughter was the source.
Cindy walked over to Hedi stuck her nose up to her face and then ran her tongue up the side of her daughter’s cheek. She said, “well I am pretty sure this is your daughter all over Hedi’s face.
Cindy yelled, “I fucking can’t believe it we were worried to death about you two. We thought you might be getting raped or something worse and you two didn’t come home on time or call because you were too busy spending time between each others legs?”
Kristin and Hedi didn’t reply and just meekly continued to stare at the floor.
Tess said, “you two go upstairs to Kristin’s room and go to bed while we discuss what your punishment is going to be and we will let you know in the morning.”
“But mom…. we are sorry…. it just sort of happened and we lost track of time,” Kristin said.
Tess said, “it is not about what you did with each other it is about you two not being able to follow what few rules we have for you.”
Hedi tried to say something and her mom cut her off, “look if you two wanted to lick each others pussies you could have stayed home and done that and we wouldn’t have had stay up all night worrying about your sorry asses.”
“Now get your asses upstairs and into to bed!” Tess exclaimed.
After Kristin and Hedi went upstairs Cindy and Tess could hardly contain themselves. They had to step out on the back porch so the girl’s couldn’t hear them laughing.
Cindy said, “you know they will be out of our homes in a few months and this might be our last opportunity to teach them some self-control and self-discipline.”
“What are you suggesting? Tess asked.
Look you have told me many times how hot you think Hedi is and you know how I think Kristin is a little hottie. Since the two girls are obviously open to experiences with other females why don’t we swap daughters for the next few days and teach them some discipline and self-control using their newly found fondness of sex with females?
Tess said with a seductive smile, “That would be so naughty, and I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Tess and Cindy walked back into the house and into Tess’s bedroom. They closed the door behind them and ravaged each other until the sun came up.
To be continued???
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