Fat Boy Slim Weapon
When Mel and Mark arrived, Mel seemed a little surprised by what Kim was wearing, as both Mel and Mark were wearing the kind of clothes that they normally wear when they come to our home. Mel was in a skirt, cut to just slightly above her knees, and a white blouse. Mark was just wearing slacks and a shirt, like I was.
I leaned over and kissed Ishrat hard and passionately on the mouth, Ishrat returned my kiss with equal hunger. I was already unbuckling my belt and reaching for my cock as she reached for my 'tool' with her soft hand and long delicate fingers. As she pumped my Lund, I untied her shalwar and pushed my own hand down into them. Her panties were no obstacle to my fingers, as soon I had found her erect clit, in her wet hot slit, under a thick curly bush of pubic hair. I teased her wet slimy clit, and tried to insert a finger into her but she stopped me. Pushing me back into the driver's seat she began to pump my cock up and down faster and squeezed it harder and harder until I called out in pain. I gasped in relief as white lumpy semen, spat from my cock, covering her soft hand and stained my slacks.
Licking from the bottom of my slit, to the top, then circling around my clit drove me over the edge. Pulsating from my groin like waves of electricity, my orgasm ripped through my body. My toes curled, and tingled with pleasure. My hands balled into fists, as my legs shook with sheer pleasure. My back arched off the bed as far as the restraints would allow, and as I clenched my butt, my orgasm subsided.
As these thoughts filled her brain, Vicki needed fewer and fewer instructions. She began to move with the fluid grace she had done with Mike. The constant clicking of the camera shutter only served to edge her forward. She looked about the room for props – chairs, tables, and even the bed. She made herself comfortable and at ease. She looked at the camera as her lover, and slowly, teasingly, laughingly made love to it. She was playful and serious, sexy and sensuous. She wanted, and became, every man's desire. And she felt her body responding.
A vase crashed when she kicked the coffee table. "I've always hated Jack's Ming shit."
Drake slid his hands up her hips, to her waist and up to her breasts. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing them like melons. His fingers squeezed her nipples.
Everything was going along great till one day Jenny caught us in the act. Julie, as normal arrived at my house after lunch, she went upstairs and changed into one of her sexy outfits she keeps at my house, after parading around for an hour with her tits almost hanging out and her short skirt showing me her pantiless cunt I desperately wanted and needed to fuck her, we ended up on the floor with me on top fucking her hard and deep when all of a sudden the door opened and with a "Hi mom, it's me" Jenny burst in, she had been sent home from school because she was not feeling well, she knew her mom would be here and as the door was unlocked had let herself in, she saw her mom getting fucked, froze for a second then turned and ran out, "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Julie, "Oh fucking hell!" we quickly got dressed, "I think you should keep a low profile for a while Tom, It's best if I don't come around for a few days, I'll try to talk to Jenny, make her understand there's nothing in it, I hope I can, I hope she'll listen to me" Julie gave me a quick kiss and hurried next door.
I started slowly, with easy strokes into her ass. Each stroke included short rest period to allow Sophie to adjust then enjoy. It was not long before she had all of me in her.
"Hold it! Stop everything!"
Moira went to the kitchen asking while she went if he would like a cup of coffee. "Coffee will be fine Ma'am." "Please, call me Moira." She laughed at his formality as she poured him a cup and brought it to him. "I shall have to take a bath right away, it will be nice having hot water." She looked at him and smiled as he took the cup and sat down next to the tub. "Go right ahead" he replied, "it won't bother me...if it doesn't bother you." The sexual tension was thick as she stared at him, then bent over to start the water, feeling it run over her fingers..getting hotter. She adjusted the water temperature with the cold, adding a few splashes of lavender oil.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Doreen moaned, her back arching, when Lois moved between her legs and began kissing her vagina. "Yesssss!!! Please!!!"
The next song was slower, so I stayed behind her and rubbed my cock into her ass. During one point of the song, she bent down forward and it was like I was doggy styling her on the floor. After that, she turned back around and slid down my body, her head kept teasingly close to my cock, which was pushing hard against my pants. As the song was finishing, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I could feel her wet panties against my cock as I fucked her through our clothes.
"It's not all fun once you're there deary. I had to fire a V.P. this week. I missed a night here because I was cleaning up his mess."
When she had stopped and reached for some toilet paper to wipe herself, I asked her if I could trim her bush, and when she said OK I dashed into my bedroom and collected a my pair of office scissors. With these I my hand, I started to trim back the mass of hair facing me. I pulled her hips forward to get at that part right between her thighs. I cut very carefully round her labia lips and inside the thigh, but I left a good amount above her to give her some womanly dignity.
To think that that young fool was living it up, on my money, picking up his sluts with my car, making love to them in my flat.
We went inside and found a place to sit down. To me the place looked like a brothel, and the group of ten women dressed in sexy lingerie led me to believe it really was, but I was too drunk to do anything about it.
She also told him she understood his last email, and wondered why she had thought so lowly of herself, before. It was likely that he would have an answer to that, too. SEND.
"Yes Mistress."
I leaned over and kissed Ishrat hard and passionately on the mouth, Ishrat returned my kiss with equal hunger. I was already unbuckling my belt and reaching for my cock as she reached for my 'tool' with her soft hand and long delicate fingers. As she pumped my Lund, I untied her shalwar and pushed my own hand down into them. Her panties were no obstacle to my fingers, as soon I had found her erect clit, in her wet hot slit, under a thick curly bush of pubic hair. I teased her wet slimy clit, and tried to insert a finger into her but she stopped me. Pushing me back into the driver's seat she began to pump my cock up and down faster and squeezed it harder and harder until I called out in pain. I gasped in relief as white lumpy semen, spat from my cock, covering her soft hand and stained my slacks.
Licking from the bottom of my slit, to the top, then circling around my clit drove me over the edge. Pulsating from my groin like waves of electricity, my orgasm ripped through my body. My toes curled, and tingled with pleasure. My hands balled into fists, as my legs shook with sheer pleasure. My back arched off the bed as far as the restraints would allow, and as I clenched my butt, my orgasm subsided.
As these thoughts filled her brain, Vicki needed fewer and fewer instructions. She began to move with the fluid grace she had done with Mike. The constant clicking of the camera shutter only served to edge her forward. She looked about the room for props – chairs, tables, and even the bed. She made herself comfortable and at ease. She looked at the camera as her lover, and slowly, teasingly, laughingly made love to it. She was playful and serious, sexy and sensuous. She wanted, and became, every man's desire. And she felt her body responding.
A vase crashed when she kicked the coffee table. "I've always hated Jack's Ming shit."
Drake slid his hands up her hips, to her waist and up to her breasts. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing them like melons. His fingers squeezed her nipples.
Everything was going along great till one day Jenny caught us in the act. Julie, as normal arrived at my house after lunch, she went upstairs and changed into one of her sexy outfits she keeps at my house, after parading around for an hour with her tits almost hanging out and her short skirt showing me her pantiless cunt I desperately wanted and needed to fuck her, we ended up on the floor with me on top fucking her hard and deep when all of a sudden the door opened and with a "Hi mom, it's me" Jenny burst in, she had been sent home from school because she was not feeling well, she knew her mom would be here and as the door was unlocked had let herself in, she saw her mom getting fucked, froze for a second then turned and ran out, "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Julie, "Oh fucking hell!" we quickly got dressed, "I think you should keep a low profile for a while Tom, It's best if I don't come around for a few days, I'll try to talk to Jenny, make her understand there's nothing in it, I hope I can, I hope she'll listen to me" Julie gave me a quick kiss and hurried next door.
I started slowly, with easy strokes into her ass. Each stroke included short rest period to allow Sophie to adjust then enjoy. It was not long before she had all of me in her.
"Hold it! Stop everything!"
Moira went to the kitchen asking while she went if he would like a cup of coffee. "Coffee will be fine Ma'am." "Please, call me Moira." She laughed at his formality as she poured him a cup and brought it to him. "I shall have to take a bath right away, it will be nice having hot water." She looked at him and smiled as he took the cup and sat down next to the tub. "Go right ahead" he replied, "it won't bother me...if it doesn't bother you." The sexual tension was thick as she stared at him, then bent over to start the water, feeling it run over her fingers..getting hotter. She adjusted the water temperature with the cold, adding a few splashes of lavender oil.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Doreen moaned, her back arching, when Lois moved between her legs and began kissing her vagina. "Yesssss!!! Please!!!"
The next song was slower, so I stayed behind her and rubbed my cock into her ass. During one point of the song, she bent down forward and it was like I was doggy styling her on the floor. After that, she turned back around and slid down my body, her head kept teasingly close to my cock, which was pushing hard against my pants. As the song was finishing, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I could feel her wet panties against my cock as I fucked her through our clothes.
"It's not all fun once you're there deary. I had to fire a V.P. this week. I missed a night here because I was cleaning up his mess."
When she had stopped and reached for some toilet paper to wipe herself, I asked her if I could trim her bush, and when she said OK I dashed into my bedroom and collected a my pair of office scissors. With these I my hand, I started to trim back the mass of hair facing me. I pulled her hips forward to get at that part right between her thighs. I cut very carefully round her labia lips and inside the thigh, but I left a good amount above her to give her some womanly dignity.
To think that that young fool was living it up, on my money, picking up his sluts with my car, making love to them in my flat.
We went inside and found a place to sit down. To me the place looked like a brothel, and the group of ten women dressed in sexy lingerie led me to believe it really was, but I was too drunk to do anything about it.
She also told him she understood his last email, and wondered why she had thought so lowly of herself, before. It was likely that he would have an answer to that, too. SEND.
"Yes Mistress."
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