*Allison* 844-33-CANDY ext 286
Sex used to be my favorite kind of work out before my husband became too busy to fuck me. We would work out in our personal gym and raise our endorphins until we felt like we were on could nine. We would get so sweaty and excited that we would take a shower together after our work out. Sex would often be our main work out for the day.
Nina 1-844-332-2639 Ext 378
When I got Chris call he made it clear that he wanted to see “if I was capable” of doing an extra long session with him. It was as if he came waltzing into my place Wednesday night, all smiles with an air of arrogance. His tone was polite yet it was obvious that he didn’t hear his own arrogant manner of response. The sudden urge to reach through the phone and slap that smile right off of his face came upon me. My desire to hurt him as he wished grew stronger the longer he had me on the phone. His time and finances had provided him with the outlet to satisfy his urges, I could handle a man who needed cruelty and pain in order to fulfill his sexual needs. Wanting to size up the situation and client, I pounced as soon as he paused “tell me how you would like to me to hurt you and make it quick pig” my friend and teacher had warned me “make them need you to feel safe fulfilling their needs immediately and they will be yours to indulge with”. Wanting to make Chris uneasy, I let the silence hang between us for a solid minute until he grew uncomfortable enough to answer my question meekly. In a stammer, he spoke of wanting me to be his and all his “I am at your feet, my Mistress. I wish to serve obediently” Chris was coming closer to his submissive self and steadily leaving his public side out of our session.
Coming closer to his submissive side I wanted to get started, the session had already begun and he still had over sixty minutes on the clock. In a very meek and cautious tone, he says “ I want a man to force me to suck his fat cock and then pound my ass while you treat me like trash”. Looking down on him as if he was one of the vilest creatures was now very much on the table. Then it dawned on me why Chris seemed so arrogant, the man had an air of someone who was always forced into an overwhelming position of authority. Chris was asking me to strip him of everything except his submissive side. If he could not rely on that authoritative nature of his during our session, then I can bring in all of the tools and tricks needed to help him achieve the means to his happy ending.
He was standing in the cookbook section, his tan arms folded across his muscular chest, scrutinizing the books on the shelf. It was him, in my library. The tall, handsome son of the sweet Greek couple who owned my fave breakfast food truck downtown. If I had an early class or shift at the library, I would stop by. I tried to limit my intakes of their bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches, but they were just too tasty and cheap! “Salt, pepper, ketchup”? They would ask, and I would always say yes. I couldn’t resist my hot meat injection lol
Anyway, It was a rainy night close to closing time so the place was practically deserted. I approached and said hello. His face brightened, and he smiled widely, showing his perfect teeth. He explained he was looking for some Korean BBQ cookbooks. He still had a bit of a Greek accent, which was so charming and sent my pulse racing and pussy a-pulsing.
So, I was about the pop the cherry of this young dude who was supposed to be hanging shelves. Instead, he was in my bedroom, nude, cock in hand, and shaking like a leaf. I walked over to him, my naked body swaying, my titties bouncing. I placed my arms around his neck and slowly kissed him.
My landlord was sending in a carpenter to replace some cabinets in our kitchen. The carpenter was an old fella, gruff but friendly, and his grandson, a cute, tall, lanky thing who seemed a few years younger than my 24-year old lover. He was adorable, and I had to remind myself he was here to do a job, not be the subject of my sexual fantasies.
I was hanging out in my room, when I heard a knock at the door. It was the carpenter’s grandson. He said they forgot to bring water and could they get some tape water. I jumped up from my bed, tits bouncing in my tank top, and said of course, and went to fetch some bottled water. I felt the boy’s eyes on me as I passed by him. He was so cute, I wanted to eat him up!
Ever since I discovered I had a Peeping Tom, I’d been teasing the guy on nights when I was alone, since the living room windows were the best vantage point for him to watch me and (presumably) jerk off. Mostly, I did naked yoga, and would periodically check with my binoculars that he was still watching, and he always was. We had an unspoken agreement that he would watch, and I would perform for him. Unspoken, that is, until one day…
The college library was open until midnight, thankfully. I had so much work to do, and preferred the quiet of the fifth floor of the library, with its study carrels offering a bit of privacy.
The fifth floor was pretty much deserted, and I was tackling some work when I heard snickers and giggles. Curious, I popped my head up over the study carrel and saw a couple of students canoodling at another carrel, she sitting on the desk part with her feet in the guy’s lap. I recognized him as a talented wide receiver for the college football team–extra tall, broad shoulders, and gorgeous brown skin. I assumed by the girl’s petite, tight body that she was a cheerleader for said team. I saw the guy tilt his head back as the girl giggled, and I surmised that she was giving him a foot job through his jeans.
My roomie and I had had a steady stream of adorable trick-or-treaters on Halloween night, going through several bags of candy for the costumed crowds. We were in our pajamas hanging out in the living room, our outdoor light shut off for the night, when the doorbell rang.
I used to live next door to this guy, I think he is so hot. I mean I would literally stand by the window getting dressed JUST so he could see my big titties and nice ass. He was so hot with a built body.
Just thinking about him gets my panties wet.
There was a knock at the door and it’s him.