My neighbours were always socialising with the other people on my street. I would see them turn up for dinner parties and drinks gatherings feeling a mixture of envy and fear. While I would love to be like these beautiful, confident people I was not good socially. Shy and awkward, I would stand out if I was to go. Not that I had been invited of course. I smiled and waved to my neighbours but rarely spoke to them and kept a comfortable distance.
It was David that I felt more comfortable with. He was tall and well built with a sophisticated air, but always open and polite enough. But Claudia was a different story. Elegant and feminine in her dress, her manner was assertive and in control and slightly aloof. I saw the way she effortlessly took control of conversations and imagined that, friendly as she was, she was not someone you wanted to get on the wrong side of. She was also, of course, stunning. I find that most powerful women are - they are superior to others and know it.
My comfortable, if cowardly, distance from them both however was not to last. A parcel had been delivered to my house while they were out one morning and now I had to face my fears and take it round to them. I told myself to get a grip. They were only people, all I had to do was to be pleasant to them, hand over their parcel and run back to the safety of my own home! Yet when I saw their car turn into the drive that evening I felt my stomach lurch. What was I so afraid of, I wondered? I didn’t dare even try to think that one through.
Picking up the parcel, I walked over to them and nervously rang the doorbell. Inside I could hear chatting and laughter and for a moment I feared they had company. But then Claudia opened the door and looking straight through I could see only David pouring wine and felt slightly more at ease. I had of course practised what I was going to say in my head. I did of course, stumble over my words as she fixed her beautiful brown eyes on me and smiled. The way that she said thank you to me make me feel like her grateful servant, like it was my duty to do tasks for her somehow. It was an unexpected feeling that only added to my nerves.
“Won’t you join us for a glass of wine?” she said, immediately turning to walk to the kitchen where David was. It was clearly expected that I was going to say yes. I walked in and felt a pang of fear as I closed the door behind me. I was out of my depth already. Claudia put the parcel on the table and I thought I caught a shared look between them. I was too uncertain of myself to dwell on what it might mean.
Glass of wine in front of me, I was now committed to staying. I tried to maintain a cool air of confidence but Claudia talked over the inevitable awkward silences so it was obvious she saw through me. David said little and at first I thought I was imagining the way he stared at me, but it soon became obvious that he had something on his mind - and I was part of it. Eventually Claudia acknowledged him with a knowing smile, before turning to me.
“So, thanks again for dropping off the parcel. I suppose you are wondering what’s inside?” Claudia asked in an uncharacteristically coy manner. “No, no….I hadn’t..” but before I had time to spit out an answer Claudia had begun to tear it open. She pulled out some pink, lacy lingerie and I turned my head away, not wanting to look at such intimate items in front of these relative strangers. Little did I know that it was to get more embarrassing for me. She then pulled out some pink, fluffy handcuffs. Fidgetting in my seat and glowing bright red, I didn’t know where to look or what to say. David and Claudia were cool and calm.
“Have you ever worn handcuffs before?” said Claudia. I attempted a look of nonchalance as I shook my head. “Oooh, what a pity,” said Claudia in a bright and breezy voice, “they’re just your colour too.” She place the handcuffs up against my wrist as if comparing the colour to my exposed skin. “I think secretly he’d probably quite like to try them, don’t you David?” David smiled in the way he had all evening. He knew that my answer was irrelevant, that I was about to allow this to happen anyway. That I was too weak a man to refused how ever much I didn’t want to do it.
Claudia, opened up the handcuffs and placed one my left wrist. The pink covering on it tickled me slightly and because of my heightened senses, I shivered. Claudia, leant in close to me, “ I think he likes it more than he anticipated David. Let’s try him with the other wrist too.” She pulled my hands together and clamped them. I looked at myself from the outside in and felt awash with self-disgust. They were making a laughing stock of me while I went along with it all.
I stood up suddenly. “Well, nice to spend some time with you finally but I really need to be getting on now so I shall get going.” I reached my hands out to Claudia for her to undo the cuffs. She looked a little surprised for a minute, but unfazed. “There’s no rush,” she said quietly but firmly as she stood up and stood beside me. “After all, we’re only just getting to know each other, are we not?” I was just about to insist when David stood up, his chair scraping the floor. He walked over towards me and took Claudia’s place by my side. He was taller than me and his half smile took on a menacing air. There was no threat of violence in his manner. He just let me know that I was to do as I was instructed.
He took my hands and undid the handcuffs, giving me a moment of hope. But immediately that my hands were free, Claudia was stood behind me and removing my jacket and then unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes were wide with fear and David stood with his gaze fixed on me the whole time, letting me know I was to stay put. I was stripped naked and scrutinised. “You’re quite delicate really aren’t you?” said Claudia, “one might even say, feminine.” They both smiled.
Claudia walked round to the parcel again and pulled out a white, silk negligee. “I’d say this was about your size. It‘ll make you look quite sweet, pure” She draped the negligee on the chair next to me. “But first, we need to bring out your true femininity.” She pulled out a white stocking with lacing at the top. With David’s authoritative gaze upon me, I didn’t dare move. Claudia walked over to me, holding the stocking over my cock and letting it gently flick and dangle over me. I flinched at the sensation, not sure if it was out of fear or pleasure. “Feels nice doesn’t it? She said softly, “but you won’t be needing this thing.” She squeezed my cock as she spat out her last word. “Hardly pretty is it?”
She wrapped the stocking around my waist, securing it at the front and leaving some still hanging down at the front. “Open your legs.” I parted my feet slightly and allowed her to pull the rest of the stocking over my cock. She pulled it firmly as it flattened my manhood. As she placed it over my balls and then through my legs I could feel a dull ache as I was bound and covered. Pulling it tighter she tied the stocking at the back, expertly knotting the restraint back up at the waist. The tie pulled into the small of my back as well compressing my cock and balls, which were now practically non existent.
She picked up the negligee from the chair and I compliantly raised my arms to let her dress me. She smoothed down the silk at the front, next to my groin and there was nothing but a flat, feminine shape. David and Claudia looked satisfied with my new look. Claudia tilted her head to one side and looked deep in thought for a moment. There was more she needed to do to me. “Entertain him darling,” she said with a wry smile to David and she left the room. David looked over to where the handcuffs where and back at me. I felt a rush of fear come over me. Somehow, Claudia’s control over me had a feeling of safety, that all would be well as long as I obeyed her commands. David merely wanted to observe my humiliation. He picked up the handcuffs and without so much as thinking I placed my wrists behind my back. He reached around me, standing so close his face was near to mine, and clicked the handcuffs shut.
Claudia walked back into the room. She had in her hand a long, blond wig and what looked to be her make-up box. For a moment I was relieved just to have her back, but then came the realisation of what she was about to do to me. Gesturing to the chair she said, ”take a seat.” I sat down and looked up at her. Smoothing back my hair, she looked at my face as if assessing what needed doing. Then reaching to her make-up she started the final touches of my transformation. I was grateful for the feel of her stroking my skin and touching me as she painted my face. There was a tenderness to her actions but still I dared not disobey her in any way. Unaware of how I looked, the only thing I could see was the end of my eyelashes covered in mascara. She finally pulled out a bright, red lipstick and lightly pulled it across my lips. I could smell and taste it, a smell I’d associated with women for so long but now seemed a natural part of me.
To complete the look, she placed the long blond wig on me and the tickling sensation of the hair about my shoulders made me feel protected somehow, just for a moment. I bent my head down and could hide behind the hair as it fell about my face. But I was not here for my own enjoyment or needs, I was here for theirs. “Stand up,” said Claudia, sharply. “Let’s take a look at you.” Yes,” sniggered David, “give us a twirl.” I stood before them and felt my face flush. I looked down in my shame while also desperately wanting their approval.
“So pretty,” Claudia said as she ran her hands over my buttocks. As she stroked me, the silk moved and shimmered against my body. I was reminded of my cock being bound as there was no sensation of the soft material against my manhood - it wasn’t there. “Now, you be a good girl and get onto your knees,” Claudia instructed me. Without daring to look her in the eye, I dropped to the floor. Standing on front of me, Claudia hitched up her skirt and I could see her long, slim legs adorned in black, stockings. She pulled down her thong and then placed one leg on the chair, her pussy before me. “It takes a girl to know what another girl wants, does it not? Lick my cunt for me.” She pushed her hips towards me and I reached out my tongue, slipping it into the moist slit. She smelt sweet with a faint scent of soap but there was no mistaking the essence of an excited woman. It was my role, may place, to pleasure her and to reward the effort she had put into creating me. She pulled her cunt lips apart as I lapped up her juices and flicked my tongue over her clit.
David walked over to her and cupped her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him passionately and the need to bring her to her climax deepened within me. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, imagining the feel of it as if it were my own. David held on to her as her orgasm engulfed her and she moaned and cried out with her satisfaction. She pulled away from me and they turned to one another to enjoy their moment, David briefly running his fingers over her wet cunt as she smiled and sighed.
I felt pain in my knees from the hard floor and my slight movement drew their attention back to me. Claudia slowly moved her hand down to David’s cock and I could see that he was now hard. She unzipped him and pulled out his large and proud erection, caressing him lovingly. He strode over to stand in front of me, his large hand at the base of his dick. I looked to Claudia for my next instructions.
“I want you to take his cock, his real man’s cock, in your mouth. I want to see every inch of it slide down your delicate throat and fuck your sweet, cherry red lips.” His other hand now on the back of my head, David placed the tip of his manhood next to my mouth. I’d never even seen a cock this close up before and now I was going to have to suck one off. I opened my mouth and took him in deep. He let out a sigh of satisfaction. It felt surprisingly good; to be giving him so much pleasure made me feel worthy for a moment, his approval a crumb of comfort. I pulled back and saw the trace of my lipstick on his shaft - the mark of my femininity on his hard cock.
I took him into my mouth again and started to quicken my pace as his manhood grew hot and his balls tightened. I wanted to use my hands to help bring him off but the handcuffs were tight and secure behind my back. The pain in my knees and now in my neck was secondary to serving him and giving him what he wanted from me. His hand stroked my long hair and I risked a glance upwards to look at him. His strong stance was masterful even as he drew closer to coming - he was still controlling me. I closed my lips around his dick and worked harder, awaiting his imminent orgasm.
He suddenly grasped the back of my head and thrust his hips forward almost choking me as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. I quickly swallowed the thick cream as he continued to gush the last of his climax down my throat. He enjoyed his moment of power over me as I remained still, his spasming member between my lips. Then, he sighed and pulled out, his spent cock once again before me.
Claudia leaned down to me and cupped my face in her hand to let me know I had done well - they were both gratified. She looked at me in such a way as to let me know that I could stand and as I did the pain in my whole body was so distracting I nearly didn’t realise she was freeing my wrists from the cuffs. She pulled the wig from my head and immediately started to turn her attentions to brushing it and restoring it to a neat condition. Unsure, but wanting to get back to the safety of my own home I started to take off the negligee and reach for my own clothes. I was in a rush to dress while they were apparently not watching and so in my desperation I put my clothes on over my cock bind.
Claudia, with an air of normality turned as if surprised that I was now leaving. “Thank you for dropping the parcel off,” she said with an almost challenging tone in her voice, daring me to admit what had happened between us all. I smiled back and nervously gestured towards the front door.
As I returned to my home I breathed a sigh of relief. But I knew I had yet to confront my image in the mirror and headed straight to look. I stared back at a version of myself - the ruffled hair, the made-up eyes, the red lipstick that was smeared across my used mouth. Along with the shame I felt a pang of pain in my balls. I knew I had to remove the restraint placed on my manhood, to free myself once again. But right now, I didn’t feel man enough to do it.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Saturday, 9 January 2010
I watched My Girlfriend Get Fucked Another Man
I’d always felt that I wasn’t good enough for Sally. She was a few years older than me and had a confidence that came from knowing she was gorgeous, sexy and had power over men. The moment we got together I was overcome with feelings of joy at winning over the woman I loved and lusted after but wracked with fears and insecurities that I was never going to be able to satisfy her and keep her happy. Our sex life was great and she always made sure that I gave her what she wanted. I didn’t mind, it was a turn on to be taught by such an experienced woman.
But her appetite for sex was insatiable, more than I could ever fulfil. I knew that she often masturbated with her dildo, eyed up other men even when I was around and talked openly about exes and what they had done to her. It didn’t help the feelings of inadequacy that churned away inside. I particularly worried about her at work. She had gone into a male dominated field with the sole purpose of getting attention and standing out and I knew full well that she would have all of her colleagues lusting after her.
After months of worrying, I could take these thoughts and suspicions no longer and went to surprise her by picking her up. I set out to see if I could catch her talking to her male co workers, to see if she was getting up to the flirting and teasing I had spent hours imagining. I parked the car and waited for her to come out. She was one of the last to leave and eventually she appeared - but not alone. Laughing, tilting her head and tossing her long hair to one side, I knew instantly that she was hot for the guy she was with. His body language reciprocated. They stood there talking, standing close to one another and I knew that she hadn’t seen me. I needed to do something to stop this, to make a claim on my own girlfriend. But I felt I didn’t have the right - I was out of the picture, an intruder. I sat and watched the whole thing unfold before me.
They paused on the corner and she gave him a fake coy look - her real message was clear. He stepped in closer and put his hand on her waist while she looked up at him and giggled. I felt flushed and sick at the sight, this was clearly not the first time this scene had played out. They were lovers, they had clearly been intimate by the way they touched one another. They both gave a look around them to see if they were being watched and I froze on the spot. No words could help me now so bringing attention to myself served no purpose.
Her colleague took her by the hand and led her into what looked like a quiet alleyway at the side of the building. It was getting darker, everyone had left already and they were pretty much guaranteed privacy. Did I dare to watch? Could I bear to see Sally being kissed, held and caressed by this man? I hated the idea and felt this hatred in the pit of my stomach. But I could not bring myself to drive away and to be separated from her.
I got out of the car, leaving the door slightly open so as not to disturb them. As I did this I thought of what I fool I was, of what I was rapidly becoming. A pathetic wretch that would rather watch his girlfriend cavorting with another than be a man myself. Did it stop me from walking over to them? No. In a trance like state I moved closer to the giggling, the sound of her sweet voice.
As I hid in the shadows nearby to them, I saw that they were already passionate in their kissing. His hands were inside her blouse and feeling her beautiful voluptuous breasts. She sighed and threw her head back as he kissed her neck. Her unbuttoned her blouse, it falling open to for him to feast his eyes on her. Biting her lip and smiling, she reached into her bra and pulled out her tits as if presenting them to him to enjoy. He immediately sucked on her nipples, licking and teasing them erect. As he did this her hands moved down to his cock, pressing her tits together and giving him the full glory of her full cleavage as she did so. She rarely went straight for my dick like that. This guy clearly had more to give her than I did.
He moved his hands to inside her legs and stroked up the inside of the thigh, lifting up her skirt as he did. Sally shivered with the anticipation of her pussy getting some of the action. His hand slid out of my view and her eyes closed with the pleasure of his touch, his fingers sinking into her cunt. He lifted her skirt higher and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties, that she’d prepared herself for him.
She unzipped him and pulled out his large, stiff cock and her eyes were drawn to the sight of his manhood. I saw her hands stroke his length and her painted nails glistened in the half light. He pressed his mouth to hers as he lifted her leg up and pressed her into the wall. He guided his cock into her pussy and I felt the sensation in my own dick. I was trembling, disgusted and stiffening - my arousal only adding to my shame. He gently slid in and out of her while he fondled the soft flesh of her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as she succumbed to him and allowed him the enjoyment of her body.
He started to pump her harder as their passion mounted. Every thrust I felt. I realised I was craving seeing her fucked the way she wanted to be, to be made to come in a way that I could never achieve. I’d never known a woman so sexually alive; this is why I adored her and now I was to see her in her glory. Her guttural moans betrayed me but gratified her true needs.
As she clung on to him, her nails pressed into his back turning him on more, he fucked her hard and made her moans lighter, catching in the back of her throat as he pushed her towards her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and she was flushed, completely absorbed by the pleasure he was giving her. She opened her mouth and let her passion out as she came with a force I had never witnessed in her before. Her cries of joy were long, abandoned and emanated from the centre of her being. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he thrust into her with his own, powerful climax. He stood silent and firm as he savoured the feel of her sweet cunt.
They remained in their embrace for moment and then looked at each and smiled. It was a look of understanding and intimacy and of true lovers. I knew I would never connect with her in that way as I could never fuck her as deeply as he had. As they straightened their clothes, their eyes were fixed upon one another, and he then placed a kiss on her soft lips. I had almost forgotten I was hiding and so jolted when they turned to leave. Not that anything could have broken their moment. They touched and fondled one another, laughing and smiling as I watched them walk away. When they were out of sight, I returned to the car, ready to go home and wait for her to come back to me. I knew she would ask me to fuck her - and I would - but I also knew her lust would come from her desire for him.
But her appetite for sex was insatiable, more than I could ever fulfil. I knew that she often masturbated with her dildo, eyed up other men even when I was around and talked openly about exes and what they had done to her. It didn’t help the feelings of inadequacy that churned away inside. I particularly worried about her at work. She had gone into a male dominated field with the sole purpose of getting attention and standing out and I knew full well that she would have all of her colleagues lusting after her.
After months of worrying, I could take these thoughts and suspicions no longer and went to surprise her by picking her up. I set out to see if I could catch her talking to her male co workers, to see if she was getting up to the flirting and teasing I had spent hours imagining. I parked the car and waited for her to come out. She was one of the last to leave and eventually she appeared - but not alone. Laughing, tilting her head and tossing her long hair to one side, I knew instantly that she was hot for the guy she was with. His body language reciprocated. They stood there talking, standing close to one another and I knew that she hadn’t seen me. I needed to do something to stop this, to make a claim on my own girlfriend. But I felt I didn’t have the right - I was out of the picture, an intruder. I sat and watched the whole thing unfold before me.
They paused on the corner and she gave him a fake coy look - her real message was clear. He stepped in closer and put his hand on her waist while she looked up at him and giggled. I felt flushed and sick at the sight, this was clearly not the first time this scene had played out. They were lovers, they had clearly been intimate by the way they touched one another. They both gave a look around them to see if they were being watched and I froze on the spot. No words could help me now so bringing attention to myself served no purpose.
Her colleague took her by the hand and led her into what looked like a quiet alleyway at the side of the building. It was getting darker, everyone had left already and they were pretty much guaranteed privacy. Did I dare to watch? Could I bear to see Sally being kissed, held and caressed by this man? I hated the idea and felt this hatred in the pit of my stomach. But I could not bring myself to drive away and to be separated from her.
I got out of the car, leaving the door slightly open so as not to disturb them. As I did this I thought of what I fool I was, of what I was rapidly becoming. A pathetic wretch that would rather watch his girlfriend cavorting with another than be a man myself. Did it stop me from walking over to them? No. In a trance like state I moved closer to the giggling, the sound of her sweet voice.
As I hid in the shadows nearby to them, I saw that they were already passionate in their kissing. His hands were inside her blouse and feeling her beautiful voluptuous breasts. She sighed and threw her head back as he kissed her neck. Her unbuttoned her blouse, it falling open to for him to feast his eyes on her. Biting her lip and smiling, she reached into her bra and pulled out her tits as if presenting them to him to enjoy. He immediately sucked on her nipples, licking and teasing them erect. As he did this her hands moved down to his cock, pressing her tits together and giving him the full glory of her full cleavage as she did so. She rarely went straight for my dick like that. This guy clearly had more to give her than I did.
He moved his hands to inside her legs and stroked up the inside of the thigh, lifting up her skirt as he did. Sally shivered with the anticipation of her pussy getting some of the action. His hand slid out of my view and her eyes closed with the pleasure of his touch, his fingers sinking into her cunt. He lifted her skirt higher and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties, that she’d prepared herself for him.
She unzipped him and pulled out his large, stiff cock and her eyes were drawn to the sight of his manhood. I saw her hands stroke his length and her painted nails glistened in the half light. He pressed his mouth to hers as he lifted her leg up and pressed her into the wall. He guided his cock into her pussy and I felt the sensation in my own dick. I was trembling, disgusted and stiffening - my arousal only adding to my shame. He gently slid in and out of her while he fondled the soft flesh of her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as she succumbed to him and allowed him the enjoyment of her body.
He started to pump her harder as their passion mounted. Every thrust I felt. I realised I was craving seeing her fucked the way she wanted to be, to be made to come in a way that I could never achieve. I’d never known a woman so sexually alive; this is why I adored her and now I was to see her in her glory. Her guttural moans betrayed me but gratified her true needs.
As she clung on to him, her nails pressed into his back turning him on more, he fucked her hard and made her moans lighter, catching in the back of her throat as he pushed her towards her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and she was flushed, completely absorbed by the pleasure he was giving her. She opened her mouth and let her passion out as she came with a force I had never witnessed in her before. Her cries of joy were long, abandoned and emanated from the centre of her being. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he thrust into her with his own, powerful climax. He stood silent and firm as he savoured the feel of her sweet cunt.
They remained in their embrace for moment and then looked at each and smiled. It was a look of understanding and intimacy and of true lovers. I knew I would never connect with her in that way as I could never fuck her as deeply as he had. As they straightened their clothes, their eyes were fixed upon one another, and he then placed a kiss on her soft lips. I had almost forgotten I was hiding and so jolted when they turned to leave. Not that anything could have broken their moment. They touched and fondled one another, laughing and smiling as I watched them walk away. When they were out of sight, I returned to the car, ready to go home and wait for her to come back to me. I knew she would ask me to fuck her - and I would - but I also knew her lust would come from her desire for him.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Reading Kim's Sexual Fantasy Emails
Kim, the receptionist at my work, was totally gorgeous. Every inch of her was groomed and immaculate - and she certainly had the goods to work with in the first place. But unlike many of the other stuck up types we’d had in her role before, Kim was friendly and I often took advantage of this to spend some time with her and have a good look as I did so. It was through this that I found out she was interested in cookery and yoga, that she liked talking to her many friends, and most importantly of all (through all of the other meaningless trivia I had to sit through!) that she was single. She was a little out of my league but this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to waste.
I hadn’t been successful so far in trying to lead up to asking her out, she seemed to avoid all of my lines of conversation to this end. I wasn’t specifically looking for another way to find out more about her but one day I dropped by for a chat and found her desk empty. While waiting my eyes glanced down at her diary which was open at her notes - complete with the password to her emails. Dare I note it down and sneak a look? I figured I did.
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Sat back at my desk I went straight to look. All I was searching for, I told myself, was a few pointers, something that would help me to find the way set up a date. I was a bit jumpy but it was too late now - I was in! I looked over her work emails and that all looked predictably boring. I was looking for anything to her friends, something with a subject title that looked revealing. I saw one entitled “Stuff You’d Never Tell Your Mother!” and couldn’t believe that I could have hit the jackpot so quickly. I opened it and saw that it had been going back and forth between her and her friend Caitlin for a few days.
What started out as a few tales of drunken nights out and what they had both got up to turned into a frank discussion of their sexual fantasies! Caitlin had brought the subject up first with her secret desire to have 2 guys at the same time. Kim had gone back agreeing with her enthusiastically and followed with:
“Oh my God, I think about this LOADS! What I would really love would be to be kneeling in between 2 guys, all of us naked, both of them with stiff cocks. With one either side of me I would take one guy’s cock on my hand and gently start to pull him off while I turn to the other, wrap my lips around the head of his dick and flick my tongue over it. Then as I take his whole cock into my mouth and throat I would caress the other guy’s balls.
It gets me wet just thinking about it now and I’m sure that I would be dripping if I was doing it in real life! I can imagine swapping them over, sucking one off for a bit while I jerk off the other and switching to get the delicious feel of new cock in my mouth. “
My dick was rock hard as I read this. To think of Kim’s pussy getting moist at the idea of her pleasuring 2 men was more than I had hoped for. She was clearly up for some fun and there was more to her than meets the eye! Caitlin responded that she had just added this to her masturbation fantasies - which I never even new women had. Caitlin then started on her favourite fantasy of the moment:
“It used to involve my boyfriend but now I imagine the guy from the store - you know the one I mean ;) I imagine we have just got back to his after a night out. No sooner are we in the door then he starts kissing me, his hands roaming all over my body, peeling off my clothes. It feels so good and I am so consumed by urges I hardly notice him leading my upstairs to the bedroom. He’s a man of action, that’s for sure!
Without saying a word, he just pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, pinning me down so I can feel his entire weight on top on me. He kisses me roughly as I feel him thrusting his dick into me, every inch is deep inside me to the hilt. Without stopping to look at me he suddenly starts to fuck me hard. I can feel his pounding shaft stretching me open and he is slamming against my clit which feels so good. To get deeper into me he stops and grabs my ankles, placing them on his shoulders. God, the feeling of him taking me is so fucking good I start to tremble and I know I’m about to come on his hard, thrusting cock, screaming out until I’m hoarse.
As my climax tears through me I can see him watching himself as he screws my ecstasy drenched cunt. As my orgasm subsides, he hammers me until he reaches his own climax with him exploding inside me.”
This is way too much now, I had NO idea women wanted this stuff! I am torn between reading more and taking myself off to the bathroom to jerk off. But there was one more of Kim’s that I wanted to get through. Then maybe I could get to do some of this for real!
“Yep, I know who you mean and I wouldn’t mind a bit of that either LOL! One good turn deserves another and so I’m going to share my favourite one - having my cunt licked out. What I would LOVE is to be making out with a guy who then gets up and switches off the light. I won’t be able to see anything, just feel! Out of nowhere, I can feel his hands slide up my skirt and his fingers reaching into my underwear. As he touches my pussy lips for the first time I get the first lurch in my stomach, the electric shock of pleasure already shooting through me.
He will then pull down my panties and spread my legs open. I’ll know what is coming next by the feel of his warm breath next to my clit and be longing for his tongue to touch me. In one movement he will cover my cunt with his hot mouth, his tongue darting and lapping at my moist slit. As his moves his tongue to focus solely on my swollen clit, he will then run his fingers around the whole of my pussy before pushing his fingers right up inside me.
All that will be heard in the room will be my heavy breathing and the sound of him lapping up my juices. His tongue circling my clit will take me to the edge and breathing turns to moaning and gasping. Throwing my head back, I will let out a cry as he presses his tongue down more firmly and I come right next to his mouth, the spasms in my pussy closing against his fingers.
Surely Caitlin, that can’t be too hard to get a guy to do can it?”
I hadn’t been successful so far in trying to lead up to asking her out, she seemed to avoid all of my lines of conversation to this end. I wasn’t specifically looking for another way to find out more about her but one day I dropped by for a chat and found her desk empty. While waiting my eyes glanced down at her diary which was open at her notes - complete with the password to her emails. Dare I note it down and sneak a look? I figured I did.
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Sat back at my desk I went straight to look. All I was searching for, I told myself, was a few pointers, something that would help me to find the way set up a date. I was a bit jumpy but it was too late now - I was in! I looked over her work emails and that all looked predictably boring. I was looking for anything to her friends, something with a subject title that looked revealing. I saw one entitled “Stuff You’d Never Tell Your Mother!” and couldn’t believe that I could have hit the jackpot so quickly. I opened it and saw that it had been going back and forth between her and her friend Caitlin for a few days.
What started out as a few tales of drunken nights out and what they had both got up to turned into a frank discussion of their sexual fantasies! Caitlin had brought the subject up first with her secret desire to have 2 guys at the same time. Kim had gone back agreeing with her enthusiastically and followed with:
“Oh my God, I think about this LOADS! What I would really love would be to be kneeling in between 2 guys, all of us naked, both of them with stiff cocks. With one either side of me I would take one guy’s cock on my hand and gently start to pull him off while I turn to the other, wrap my lips around the head of his dick and flick my tongue over it. Then as I take his whole cock into my mouth and throat I would caress the other guy’s balls.
It gets me wet just thinking about it now and I’m sure that I would be dripping if I was doing it in real life! I can imagine swapping them over, sucking one off for a bit while I jerk off the other and switching to get the delicious feel of new cock in my mouth. “
My dick was rock hard as I read this. To think of Kim’s pussy getting moist at the idea of her pleasuring 2 men was more than I had hoped for. She was clearly up for some fun and there was more to her than meets the eye! Caitlin responded that she had just added this to her masturbation fantasies - which I never even new women had. Caitlin then started on her favourite fantasy of the moment:
“It used to involve my boyfriend but now I imagine the guy from the store - you know the one I mean ;) I imagine we have just got back to his after a night out. No sooner are we in the door then he starts kissing me, his hands roaming all over my body, peeling off my clothes. It feels so good and I am so consumed by urges I hardly notice him leading my upstairs to the bedroom. He’s a man of action, that’s for sure!
Without saying a word, he just pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, pinning me down so I can feel his entire weight on top on me. He kisses me roughly as I feel him thrusting his dick into me, every inch is deep inside me to the hilt. Without stopping to look at me he suddenly starts to fuck me hard. I can feel his pounding shaft stretching me open and he is slamming against my clit which feels so good. To get deeper into me he stops and grabs my ankles, placing them on his shoulders. God, the feeling of him taking me is so fucking good I start to tremble and I know I’m about to come on his hard, thrusting cock, screaming out until I’m hoarse.
As my climax tears through me I can see him watching himself as he screws my ecstasy drenched cunt. As my orgasm subsides, he hammers me until he reaches his own climax with him exploding inside me.”
This is way too much now, I had NO idea women wanted this stuff! I am torn between reading more and taking myself off to the bathroom to jerk off. But there was one more of Kim’s that I wanted to get through. Then maybe I could get to do some of this for real!
“Yep, I know who you mean and I wouldn’t mind a bit of that either LOL! One good turn deserves another and so I’m going to share my favourite one - having my cunt licked out. What I would LOVE is to be making out with a guy who then gets up and switches off the light. I won’t be able to see anything, just feel! Out of nowhere, I can feel his hands slide up my skirt and his fingers reaching into my underwear. As he touches my pussy lips for the first time I get the first lurch in my stomach, the electric shock of pleasure already shooting through me.
He will then pull down my panties and spread my legs open. I’ll know what is coming next by the feel of his warm breath next to my clit and be longing for his tongue to touch me. In one movement he will cover my cunt with his hot mouth, his tongue darting and lapping at my moist slit. As his moves his tongue to focus solely on my swollen clit, he will then run his fingers around the whole of my pussy before pushing his fingers right up inside me.
All that will be heard in the room will be my heavy breathing and the sound of him lapping up my juices. His tongue circling my clit will take me to the edge and breathing turns to moaning and gasping. Throwing my head back, I will let out a cry as he presses his tongue down more firmly and I come right next to his mouth, the spasms in my pussy closing against his fingers.
Surely Caitlin, that can’t be too hard to get a guy to do can it?”
Thursday, 17 December 2009
I Masturbated in Front of My Best Friend's Wife and Her Sister
Masturbation Stories
Parties have never been my thing. It’s not that I’m awkward or anything, but I’m not quite the life and soul and it’s just that I don’t necessarily like to have to do small talk all evening. It can get a little boring and that’s not supposed to be the point! But my best friend Richard was having a do at his and that meant I had to attend, like it or not. I consoled myself with the thought that his gorgeous wife Liz would of course be there. She’d always done it for me. A tall, elegant hottie with luscious, long red hair! There was always the chance that her sister, Emma, would be there as well and she looked pretty similar - and was single. Maybe I was in with a chance?
Later on at the party, I was doing the usual. Smiling, looking interested and trying not to say the wrong thing. But the more bored I got, the more I kept looking back to Richard’s wife and her sister. They both looked amazing, showing off their figures in tight, silk dresses. I don’t think I was the only man there who was drawn to the sight of them talking and giggling away together. There wasn’t another woman in the room that came close to them in looks or allure.
I hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them but figured the way I was getting hornier by the minute, it was probably a good thing. It probably wouldn’t have looked too good if I got an erection in the middle of the kitchen! So I settled for stealing a glance at them whenever I could.
When the inevitable need for a trip to the bathroom came, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Having had a semi for most of the evening, how was I now going to resist the temptation to relief myself in the other respect? On the one hand I figured it might make me less tense, but on the other…well, was it right? Richard was my friend after all.
I walked up the stairs towards the bathroom and past the door of Richard and Liz’s bedroom. Out the corner of my eye I caught sight of what struck me as being black lace hanging out of a drawer. I stopped in my tracks and looked more closely. It was hard to make out but I was sure that there was some of Liz’s underwear peeking out where she’d not closed the drawer properly. “Keep on walking,” I told myself, “you can’t go snooping around your best mate’s bedroom.”
But something drew me in. To see the soft, silky material that Liz wore close to her intimate parts was too good an opportunity to miss. Leaving the light off, but with the room lit from outside, I crept over. Slowly opening the drawer, I was confronted by lace, silk and array of colours. Some deep and sexy, some light and feminine. I pulled out a skimpy red thong. I held them out in front of me and imagined them on Liz. Her round, firm ass showing to perfection from behind, her sweet little pussy barely covered by the see through lace at the front. I imagined running my hand over her, feeling the soft skin between her thighs. I was rock hard now and masturbating was no longer an option - it was inevitable.
“No-one will see me here,” I thought as I perched on the end of the bed, thong still in hand. “It’s not like I’m going to be long.” I unzipped myself and took my cock on my hand. I brushed Liz’s underwear gently over me, feeling the tingling sensation of the fluttering movements. Closing my eyes, I started to imagine Liz naked and splayed on the bed, her sexy underwear cast aside where I‘d undressed her. I pulled on my cock as I thought of the feeling of kissing her pale breasts and delicate, hardened nipples. In my mind I kissed her neck and moved up, placing my mouth over hers as I entered the moist, warmth of her pussy.
I was jerking off much faster now as I wanted to be done as soon as possible. I was fixed firmly on the image of fucking Liz and didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, the sound of the door swinging open. It was when the light went on that I jumped to, shocked and horrified. I looked up and saw Liz and Emma staring back at me. Their faces were pure confusion and astonishment, unable to take in the sight before them. I sat there, rooted to the spot, my hand still round my cock. The girls looked at each other and the surprise turned to laughing. Clamping their hands over their mouths, they giggled at their shared moment. I sat there wondering what the hell I should do next.
It was Liz that spoke to me first. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, staring at my cock. “Don’t let us stop you, we just came for a bit of a private chat,” she said. Emma placed herself the other side of me. “I agree with Liz, there’s no reason for you to stop playing with yourself just because we’re here. In fact, I’ve always wanted to know what men do when they jerk off.”
I was nervous and humiliated but somehow beginning to get aroused again. It seemed that I was going to be the centre of attention at this party after all - and getting it from the 2 hottest women here! But my hard on had waned a little and I wasn’t sure it was going to return too easily under such pressure. “Oh,” said Liz, “it seems that he’s run out of steam a little bit here.” Emma flashed Liz a dirty smile, “I’m sure we can help him out with that.” Emma reached down to my groin and ran her hand over my cock and balls in one, smooth movement. I felt a jolt and a rush of pleasure as I started to harden. Liz took over from Emma by caressing my shaft. To feel her soft hand on my dick was electric and my hips instinctively thrust upwards to meet her movements. She looked into my eyes and seemed to understand my desire. She took a firmer grip around me and started to slowly glide up and down.
Liz and Emma exchanged a look. Liz immediately stopped pleasuring me and they both leaned in. “We think that you should carry on yourself,” Liz whispered to me. “We’re very curious to see how you make yourself come.” Feeling the warmth of both of their hot bodies so close to me, the sense of embarrassment had totally disappeared. I wanted to climax and I wanted their eyes on me as I did so. The strange sensation of feeling special at this moment, of this feminine interest in my manhood, was awakening an exhibitionist in me that I never knew was there.
Leaning back on my left hand, my right hand wrapped around my cock I was going to give these girls a show. I wanted to them to be fixed upon me, to not be able to tear their eyes away from me rapidly tugging my stiff cock. I started to move the skin back and forth and immediately felt my climax was imminent. I looked to my right and then to my left, taking in the desirous expressions of the sisters. My dick was the centre of all our worlds. No other man in the building had women wanting him like this.
The pleasure building, I leant back further as the warm surge enveloped me. I felt my climax pump my load into the air and onto my stomach, the hot liquid seeming to endlessly spurt from me. The release was immense and I smiled a satisfied smile as I heard the girls talk to one another, sharing their thoughts and discussing how I’d turned them on. I was hoping it was could be enough for a repeat performance some time.
Parties have never been my thing. It’s not that I’m awkward or anything, but I’m not quite the life and soul and it’s just that I don’t necessarily like to have to do small talk all evening. It can get a little boring and that’s not supposed to be the point! But my best friend Richard was having a do at his and that meant I had to attend, like it or not. I consoled myself with the thought that his gorgeous wife Liz would of course be there. She’d always done it for me. A tall, elegant hottie with luscious, long red hair! There was always the chance that her sister, Emma, would be there as well and she looked pretty similar - and was single. Maybe I was in with a chance?
Later on at the party, I was doing the usual. Smiling, looking interested and trying not to say the wrong thing. But the more bored I got, the more I kept looking back to Richard’s wife and her sister. They both looked amazing, showing off their figures in tight, silk dresses. I don’t think I was the only man there who was drawn to the sight of them talking and giggling away together. There wasn’t another woman in the room that came close to them in looks or allure.
I hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them but figured the way I was getting hornier by the minute, it was probably a good thing. It probably wouldn’t have looked too good if I got an erection in the middle of the kitchen! So I settled for stealing a glance at them whenever I could.
When the inevitable need for a trip to the bathroom came, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Having had a semi for most of the evening, how was I now going to resist the temptation to relief myself in the other respect? On the one hand I figured it might make me less tense, but on the other…well, was it right? Richard was my friend after all.
I walked up the stairs towards the bathroom and past the door of Richard and Liz’s bedroom. Out the corner of my eye I caught sight of what struck me as being black lace hanging out of a drawer. I stopped in my tracks and looked more closely. It was hard to make out but I was sure that there was some of Liz’s underwear peeking out where she’d not closed the drawer properly. “Keep on walking,” I told myself, “you can’t go snooping around your best mate’s bedroom.”
But something drew me in. To see the soft, silky material that Liz wore close to her intimate parts was too good an opportunity to miss. Leaving the light off, but with the room lit from outside, I crept over. Slowly opening the drawer, I was confronted by lace, silk and array of colours. Some deep and sexy, some light and feminine. I pulled out a skimpy red thong. I held them out in front of me and imagined them on Liz. Her round, firm ass showing to perfection from behind, her sweet little pussy barely covered by the see through lace at the front. I imagined running my hand over her, feeling the soft skin between her thighs. I was rock hard now and masturbating was no longer an option - it was inevitable.
“No-one will see me here,” I thought as I perched on the end of the bed, thong still in hand. “It’s not like I’m going to be long.” I unzipped myself and took my cock on my hand. I brushed Liz’s underwear gently over me, feeling the tingling sensation of the fluttering movements. Closing my eyes, I started to imagine Liz naked and splayed on the bed, her sexy underwear cast aside where I‘d undressed her. I pulled on my cock as I thought of the feeling of kissing her pale breasts and delicate, hardened nipples. In my mind I kissed her neck and moved up, placing my mouth over hers as I entered the moist, warmth of her pussy.
I was jerking off much faster now as I wanted to be done as soon as possible. I was fixed firmly on the image of fucking Liz and didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, the sound of the door swinging open. It was when the light went on that I jumped to, shocked and horrified. I looked up and saw Liz and Emma staring back at me. Their faces were pure confusion and astonishment, unable to take in the sight before them. I sat there, rooted to the spot, my hand still round my cock. The girls looked at each other and the surprise turned to laughing. Clamping their hands over their mouths, they giggled at their shared moment. I sat there wondering what the hell I should do next.
It was Liz that spoke to me first. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, staring at my cock. “Don’t let us stop you, we just came for a bit of a private chat,” she said. Emma placed herself the other side of me. “I agree with Liz, there’s no reason for you to stop playing with yourself just because we’re here. In fact, I’ve always wanted to know what men do when they jerk off.”
I was nervous and humiliated but somehow beginning to get aroused again. It seemed that I was going to be the centre of attention at this party after all - and getting it from the 2 hottest women here! But my hard on had waned a little and I wasn’t sure it was going to return too easily under such pressure. “Oh,” said Liz, “it seems that he’s run out of steam a little bit here.” Emma flashed Liz a dirty smile, “I’m sure we can help him out with that.” Emma reached down to my groin and ran her hand over my cock and balls in one, smooth movement. I felt a jolt and a rush of pleasure as I started to harden. Liz took over from Emma by caressing my shaft. To feel her soft hand on my dick was electric and my hips instinctively thrust upwards to meet her movements. She looked into my eyes and seemed to understand my desire. She took a firmer grip around me and started to slowly glide up and down.
Liz and Emma exchanged a look. Liz immediately stopped pleasuring me and they both leaned in. “We think that you should carry on yourself,” Liz whispered to me. “We’re very curious to see how you make yourself come.” Feeling the warmth of both of their hot bodies so close to me, the sense of embarrassment had totally disappeared. I wanted to climax and I wanted their eyes on me as I did so. The strange sensation of feeling special at this moment, of this feminine interest in my manhood, was awakening an exhibitionist in me that I never knew was there.
Leaning back on my left hand, my right hand wrapped around my cock I was going to give these girls a show. I wanted to them to be fixed upon me, to not be able to tear their eyes away from me rapidly tugging my stiff cock. I started to move the skin back and forth and immediately felt my climax was imminent. I looked to my right and then to my left, taking in the desirous expressions of the sisters. My dick was the centre of all our worlds. No other man in the building had women wanting him like this.
The pleasure building, I leant back further as the warm surge enveloped me. I felt my climax pump my load into the air and onto my stomach, the hot liquid seeming to endlessly spurt from me. The release was immense and I smiled a satisfied smile as I heard the girls talk to one another, sharing their thoughts and discussing how I’d turned them on. I was hoping it was could be enough for a repeat performance some time.
Friday, 11 December 2009
Threesome With the 2 Girls From Next Door
The 2 girls who lived in the apartment up the hall were gorgeous. In their early twenties, both slim and yet big breasted, one blonde and one brunette, they were every man’s dream. It wasn’t just the way they looked though. There was something sensual about them too. They were always affectionate with each other and were warm and funny to talk to. I often used to stop and chat to them, building up quite a firm friendship over the 6 months I’d been living there. I’d even on occasion invited them into mine for a few drinks. I’d enjoyed their light hearted flirting, it made me feel good.
Coming home this particular Friday I was hoping tonight was going to be one of those evenings and was keeping an eye for them. I was ready to kick off the weekend with some fun and thought they were just the girls to rely on for that! Walking up the stairs I saw the blonde, Alana, coming the other way. She burst into one of her lovely warm smiles as she saw me.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound as cool as possible, “just the girl I was hoping to see.” “Oh yeah, anything I should be worried about?” she laughed. “Only if you find the idea of a few drinks over at mine worrying - and who could blame you?” Alana laughed but said she wasn’t able to, “I’ve actually got a bit of a date this evening. Who knows, tonight may be my lucky night! But Claire is in, why don’t you drop by and ask her?” “I think I’m going to do just that…oh, and by the way, he’s the lucky one.” It was meaningless banter, nothing more I thought to myself. But God, she looked good as she bounded down the stairs.
I knocked on Claire’s door, suddenly worrying how I might cope for conversation with just the 2 of us, but any doubts disappeared the moment she opened the door. She was dressed for relaxing around at home - although I use the term ‘dressed’ in the loosest possible sense. She had a tiny pair of shorts on and a small top that was showing a significant amount of cleavage. Desperately trying to keep my eyes on her face, I breezily relayed the conversation with Alana on the stairs. “So, I wondered if you wanted to join me for some company and to share a bottle of wine.” “Now there’s an offer a girl can’t refuse on a Friday night when she’s on her lonesome,” she said with a wink. I imagined she was going to say she’d get changed so I was secretly delighted when she just grabbed the keys from the shelf and walked straight out the door.
The bottle of wine was open within minutes of being back at mine and we were sat down on my sofa chatting. Mostly we talked work and some of the mutual contacts and friends we had, but every now and then the conversation would veer towards something slightly more sexual. She would stretch out a little more, moving her feet nearer to me. I was tempted to start giving her a foot massage - and in fact it seemed as if this is what she was angling for. I carried on talking but risked placing my hand down on her foot, testing to see if she would pull it away. She didn’t.
The moment there was a break in the conversation, she stretched her foot out more. “It’s been a bit of a stressful week,” she said wriggling her toes. I placed my wine glass on the floor, “I’m sure that there’s something I can do about that.” I started to massage her feet as the conversation fell silent. She dropped her head back and sighed, “That’s a very good start.” “Just a start?” I replied. “You mean there’s more I can do for you?”
I started to slide up the sofa towards her, her eyes fixed on me, urging me on. I stroked her long, dark hair away from her face and kissed her. Within seconds the kissing had turned more passionate, Claire leading the way. She reached to the top button of my shirt. With every button she undid she stroked my chest and her kisses got deeper. I didn’t waste the opportunity to reciprocate and started to feel her breasts through her skimpy top. Her nipples were hardening with my touch and I could wait no longer to get a look at them. I broke the kiss momentarily and pulled off her top, then going straight into taking off her bra.
Her tits were large and soft but firm and perfectly shaped. Her lightly tanned skin gave these beautiful orbs a slight sheen which I found irresistible. I took both breasts in my hands as I teased her nipples to being fully erect. I needed to have them in my mouth. Stroking her tits with my hands and sucking on those beautiful big nipples, I was in heaven. Claire giggled as she watched me losing myself in her fantastic bosom.
I was disturbed from this heaven on earth by a knock at the door. Claire and I looked at one another, the unspoken agreement being to ignore who ever was intruding on our fun. “Hello! What are you two doing in there?” came Alana’s voice. “Shit“, I thought. Much as I’m hot for Alana I’m not keen on her ruining what I’ve got going on with Claire right now. But to my amazement, Claire jumped up with an excited yelp, still naked but for her shorts, running to the door.
Alana walked straight in raising her eyebrow at Claire’s state of undress. “Getting cosy without me are we?” I half smiled, not really knowing how to play this situation. Claire, helped Alana off with her coat, gently whispering, “Not any more.” The 2 girls immediately turned to each other and started to kiss each other softly. Alana was stroking Claire’s breasts as she kicked off her shoes. I couldn’t have turned away if I’d tried. I was transfixed by this tender and arousing sight.
They pulled away from another and looked over at me. Claire took Alana by the hand and brought her over to the sofa. Sitting next to me, Alana leant in close and kissed me while Claire unzipped her dress. Alana pulled away as her dress was removed to reveal a skimpy red bra and thong set and hold up stockings. Whatever had happened on her date, it was certainly his loss. The girls sat either side of me and both held their faces close to mine. Both of their lips were merely inches away. Claire kissed me first and had barely pulled away before I felt Alana’s lips touch mine. I reached to either side of me so that I could caress the tits of both girls as a constant stream of their light kisses and licks of their tongues took over my mouth. Occasionally their lips met one another’s as we changed over.
It was Alana that slowly unzipped my jeans to free up my straining cock, taking me in her hand and caressing my shaft and balls. Not to be outdone, Claire immediately ran her hand over my member too. I barely had the awareness to continue kissing them both as the pleasure mounted in me. Their hands would glide over my dick creating a constant sensation of being touched and desired.
Suddenly, Alana pulled away which seemed to give a signal to Claire. They both stood up and gestured to me to do so also. Walking towards my bedroom, I knew they were now ready to take it to another level. The girls both threw themselves on the bed first, immediately embracing each other for a passionate kiss. As they did so, I climbed onto the bed and first removed Claire’s shorts. Her cunt was shaven and inviting so I parted her legs slightly to brush my tongue over her soft pussy lips. I then moved onto Alana, unhooking her bra as she continue to kiss Claire, then pulling down her thong to reveal her equally sweet, shaven pussy. An image flashed through my mind of them shaving each other as they played together in their apartment. The thrill of it made me want to fuck them both right now.
As I tried to touch them, they rolled me onto my back so that I lay between them both, my erection proudly standing in the middle of us all. The girls set to work on me. Both honing straight in on my cock, together they licked the shaft from top to bottom, a tongue on either side. Suddenly, an exquisite stab of pleasure washed through me as they both licked my glans, their tongues merging and sweeping over me. They took it in turns to take my whole length into their mouths, the other sucking my balls while she waited her turn again.
Claire broke away and came up to lie next to me. I embraced her, holding her tight as I explored her mouth as deeply as Alana was sucking my cock. Alana stopped as Claire started to climb on top of me. With Claire’s lips pressing down on me, I felt Alana guiding me into Claire, holding my balls as I slid all the way in. Gently at first, Claire started to move up and down. Alana’s hands were still at work however and this time she was rubbing Claire’s clit as she rode my cock, passion building within her as started to build pace and speed.
I watched Claire’s face and felt her tits as she took me deeper into her. She was nearing her climax and her pussy was dripping wet. She threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy, not holding back for a moment. She immediately climbed off me, kissing me again while Alana sucked her juices off my cock, cleaning me up ready for her.
While Claire lay to one side to bask in her joy, Alana was fired up and ready to go. She smiled at me as she turned over and climbed onto all fours. I wasted no time and jumped up to kneel behind her and enjoy the feel of the second pussy of the night. I was in Alana’s cunt to the hilt while Claire’s was still hot and stretched from her fucking.
I knew I wasn’t going to last too long now but couldn’t restrain myself. I grabbed hold of Alana’s hips and thrust hard into her, slapping against her ass. Alana’s moans only served to excite me more and I could feel the waves of pleasure mounting. I then became aware of Claire crawling between our legs and looked down to see her raise her head. I looked to the ceiling as I could feel the sweet, gentle flicks of her tongue over my balls. She then clearly moved her attention’s on to Alana’s hot and needy pussy as she gasped and moaned with greater intensity.
I was now beyond the point of no return. The girls, with both pussy and tongue, were bringing me to the pinnacle of a sensation I’d never experienced before. I knew I only had a few thrusts left and so was happy that this was also true for Alana. Returning the favour to her friend, Claire brought Alana’s clit to orgasm while I screwed her tight cunt from behind.
With a powerful explosion, I felt my climax engulf me. Slamming hard into Alana, I came in her as I pulled her hips to reach deep inside.
After, we all lay on the bed together. I had a girl each side of me as I held them both and they held hands across my chest. As sleep started to take hold of me, I could hear them start to chat away and drifted off to the sounds of their soft, quiet laughter.
Coming home this particular Friday I was hoping tonight was going to be one of those evenings and was keeping an eye for them. I was ready to kick off the weekend with some fun and thought they were just the girls to rely on for that! Walking up the stairs I saw the blonde, Alana, coming the other way. She burst into one of her lovely warm smiles as she saw me.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound as cool as possible, “just the girl I was hoping to see.” “Oh yeah, anything I should be worried about?” she laughed. “Only if you find the idea of a few drinks over at mine worrying - and who could blame you?” Alana laughed but said she wasn’t able to, “I’ve actually got a bit of a date this evening. Who knows, tonight may be my lucky night! But Claire is in, why don’t you drop by and ask her?” “I think I’m going to do just that…oh, and by the way, he’s the lucky one.” It was meaningless banter, nothing more I thought to myself. But God, she looked good as she bounded down the stairs.
I knocked on Claire’s door, suddenly worrying how I might cope for conversation with just the 2 of us, but any doubts disappeared the moment she opened the door. She was dressed for relaxing around at home - although I use the term ‘dressed’ in the loosest possible sense. She had a tiny pair of shorts on and a small top that was showing a significant amount of cleavage. Desperately trying to keep my eyes on her face, I breezily relayed the conversation with Alana on the stairs. “So, I wondered if you wanted to join me for some company and to share a bottle of wine.” “Now there’s an offer a girl can’t refuse on a Friday night when she’s on her lonesome,” she said with a wink. I imagined she was going to say she’d get changed so I was secretly delighted when she just grabbed the keys from the shelf and walked straight out the door.
The bottle of wine was open within minutes of being back at mine and we were sat down on my sofa chatting. Mostly we talked work and some of the mutual contacts and friends we had, but every now and then the conversation would veer towards something slightly more sexual. She would stretch out a little more, moving her feet nearer to me. I was tempted to start giving her a foot massage - and in fact it seemed as if this is what she was angling for. I carried on talking but risked placing my hand down on her foot, testing to see if she would pull it away. She didn’t.
The moment there was a break in the conversation, she stretched her foot out more. “It’s been a bit of a stressful week,” she said wriggling her toes. I placed my wine glass on the floor, “I’m sure that there’s something I can do about that.” I started to massage her feet as the conversation fell silent. She dropped her head back and sighed, “That’s a very good start.” “Just a start?” I replied. “You mean there’s more I can do for you?”
I started to slide up the sofa towards her, her eyes fixed on me, urging me on. I stroked her long, dark hair away from her face and kissed her. Within seconds the kissing had turned more passionate, Claire leading the way. She reached to the top button of my shirt. With every button she undid she stroked my chest and her kisses got deeper. I didn’t waste the opportunity to reciprocate and started to feel her breasts through her skimpy top. Her nipples were hardening with my touch and I could wait no longer to get a look at them. I broke the kiss momentarily and pulled off her top, then going straight into taking off her bra.
Her tits were large and soft but firm and perfectly shaped. Her lightly tanned skin gave these beautiful orbs a slight sheen which I found irresistible. I took both breasts in my hands as I teased her nipples to being fully erect. I needed to have them in my mouth. Stroking her tits with my hands and sucking on those beautiful big nipples, I was in heaven. Claire giggled as she watched me losing myself in her fantastic bosom.
I was disturbed from this heaven on earth by a knock at the door. Claire and I looked at one another, the unspoken agreement being to ignore who ever was intruding on our fun. “Hello! What are you two doing in there?” came Alana’s voice. “Shit“, I thought. Much as I’m hot for Alana I’m not keen on her ruining what I’ve got going on with Claire right now. But to my amazement, Claire jumped up with an excited yelp, still naked but for her shorts, running to the door.
Alana walked straight in raising her eyebrow at Claire’s state of undress. “Getting cosy without me are we?” I half smiled, not really knowing how to play this situation. Claire, helped Alana off with her coat, gently whispering, “Not any more.” The 2 girls immediately turned to each other and started to kiss each other softly. Alana was stroking Claire’s breasts as she kicked off her shoes. I couldn’t have turned away if I’d tried. I was transfixed by this tender and arousing sight.
They pulled away from another and looked over at me. Claire took Alana by the hand and brought her over to the sofa. Sitting next to me, Alana leant in close and kissed me while Claire unzipped her dress. Alana pulled away as her dress was removed to reveal a skimpy red bra and thong set and hold up stockings. Whatever had happened on her date, it was certainly his loss. The girls sat either side of me and both held their faces close to mine. Both of their lips were merely inches away. Claire kissed me first and had barely pulled away before I felt Alana’s lips touch mine. I reached to either side of me so that I could caress the tits of both girls as a constant stream of their light kisses and licks of their tongues took over my mouth. Occasionally their lips met one another’s as we changed over.
It was Alana that slowly unzipped my jeans to free up my straining cock, taking me in her hand and caressing my shaft and balls. Not to be outdone, Claire immediately ran her hand over my member too. I barely had the awareness to continue kissing them both as the pleasure mounted in me. Their hands would glide over my dick creating a constant sensation of being touched and desired.
Suddenly, Alana pulled away which seemed to give a signal to Claire. They both stood up and gestured to me to do so also. Walking towards my bedroom, I knew they were now ready to take it to another level. The girls both threw themselves on the bed first, immediately embracing each other for a passionate kiss. As they did so, I climbed onto the bed and first removed Claire’s shorts. Her cunt was shaven and inviting so I parted her legs slightly to brush my tongue over her soft pussy lips. I then moved onto Alana, unhooking her bra as she continue to kiss Claire, then pulling down her thong to reveal her equally sweet, shaven pussy. An image flashed through my mind of them shaving each other as they played together in their apartment. The thrill of it made me want to fuck them both right now.
As I tried to touch them, they rolled me onto my back so that I lay between them both, my erection proudly standing in the middle of us all. The girls set to work on me. Both honing straight in on my cock, together they licked the shaft from top to bottom, a tongue on either side. Suddenly, an exquisite stab of pleasure washed through me as they both licked my glans, their tongues merging and sweeping over me. They took it in turns to take my whole length into their mouths, the other sucking my balls while she waited her turn again.
Claire broke away and came up to lie next to me. I embraced her, holding her tight as I explored her mouth as deeply as Alana was sucking my cock. Alana stopped as Claire started to climb on top of me. With Claire’s lips pressing down on me, I felt Alana guiding me into Claire, holding my balls as I slid all the way in. Gently at first, Claire started to move up and down. Alana’s hands were still at work however and this time she was rubbing Claire’s clit as she rode my cock, passion building within her as started to build pace and speed.
I watched Claire’s face and felt her tits as she took me deeper into her. She was nearing her climax and her pussy was dripping wet. She threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy, not holding back for a moment. She immediately climbed off me, kissing me again while Alana sucked her juices off my cock, cleaning me up ready for her.
While Claire lay to one side to bask in her joy, Alana was fired up and ready to go. She smiled at me as she turned over and climbed onto all fours. I wasted no time and jumped up to kneel behind her and enjoy the feel of the second pussy of the night. I was in Alana’s cunt to the hilt while Claire’s was still hot and stretched from her fucking.
I knew I wasn’t going to last too long now but couldn’t restrain myself. I grabbed hold of Alana’s hips and thrust hard into her, slapping against her ass. Alana’s moans only served to excite me more and I could feel the waves of pleasure mounting. I then became aware of Claire crawling between our legs and looked down to see her raise her head. I looked to the ceiling as I could feel the sweet, gentle flicks of her tongue over my balls. She then clearly moved her attention’s on to Alana’s hot and needy pussy as she gasped and moaned with greater intensity.
I was now beyond the point of no return. The girls, with both pussy and tongue, were bringing me to the pinnacle of a sensation I’d never experienced before. I knew I only had a few thrusts left and so was happy that this was also true for Alana. Returning the favour to her friend, Claire brought Alana’s clit to orgasm while I screwed her tight cunt from behind.
With a powerful explosion, I felt my climax engulf me. Slamming hard into Alana, I came in her as I pulled her hips to reach deep inside.
After, we all lay on the bed together. I had a girl each side of me as I held them both and they held hands across my chest. As sleep started to take hold of me, I could hear them start to chat away and drifted off to the sounds of their soft, quiet laughter.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Anonymous Encounter on the Train
It was going to be a long train journey home and I wasn’t in the mood for it. In fact I was feeling more than a bit horny and was in the mood for some gratification. I’d taken myself off for some self pleasuring in the lavatory before on this particular route and was having thoughts of doing so again. As I sat down in a near empty carriage I noticed there was a very pretty girl on her own. She was a voluptuous blond smartly dressed but with a short skirt on. Still classy though I thought. I figured I would sit near her, get a look at her before I went off for a bit of ‘me time’.
I sat down opposite. She didn’t acknowledge me and kept on reading her book. “Perfect” I thought, “this will give me the opportunity to take all of her in without her even noticing.” I let my eyes roam over her long, shapely legs and I liked the way she had elegantly crossed them. She had a neat, nipped in waist and her breast were full and glorious. I lingered over them, clearly picturing what her nipples would look like.
I must have got carried away as I forgot to check and see whether she was still reading. A slight turn of her head suddenly broke me out of my daze. I looked up dreading her anger or worse her giving me a mouthful of her disdain. I was surprised to see her checking me out in return. She caught my eye and smiled. She had a sweet face but that was a dirty smile! She placed her book down beside her. Her eyes gestured to the lavatory. I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it so soon.
She stood up and walked over to the door, looking over her shoulder as she went. I knew what that stare meant. I jumped up and as she turned to close the door, I stopped her. I tried to think of something to say to her, but silence seemed more appropriate somehow. I closed the door behind me.
For a moment we just stood looking at each other, becoming accustomed to each other’s eyes, each other’s scent. The slight rocking movement slowly pushed us closer together. She reached up to put her arms around my neck, I slid my hands around her waist. I kissed her, immediately sliding my tongue into her mouth. My hands slid down to her behind and grabbed at her round and firm buttocks. I pulled her against my groin to help my hard on along. It was barely necessary.
I guided her backwards until her back was pressed up against the wall, holding her arms outstretched at shoulder level. I undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed the full breasts I’d been admiring tantalisingly covered in a pretty white, lacy bra. Her tits bounced with the movement of the train. I placed a hand on her breast and stroked the creamy, delicate skin. I kissed her again as I reached into her bra and went straight for her nipple. She had large, erect nipples that were sensitive as she gasped and sighed as I caressed them.
Lifting her skirt, I pulled down her underwear and gently ran a finger over her cunt. She was wet and ready and that was enough for me now. I lifted one of her legs up and placed her foot on the edge of the basin. I slid my cock straight into her. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes and so I knew she was ready to get straight down to it. I immediately started to hammer my dick into her, the cheap wall banging with us. It was going to be obvious to anyone sitting the other side of it that there were people fucking behind them.
It bothered neither of us. She was captivated by the thrusting, by my cock plunging into the centre of her being which she showed to me by matching my movements with her moans and sighs. She was lost to the ecstasy of my pounding her. Where her eyes were closed tightly shut mine were wide open. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her, covered in the juice of her hungry pussy. I watched her bite her lip while I fucked her harder, her tits brushing up against me.
I rammed my cock into her as she screamed out, begging me to fuck her. I bet she never dared do this with her boyfriend, I thought. She looked as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. Pinning her hands above her head, I wanted to finish her off pretty soon. I was going to shoot my load any moment and I really wanted to see her totally lose control of herself. I moved my hand down to her tits and teased her stiff nipple. That was enough for her and she shouted, “I’m coming,” as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.
The spasms in her cunt were deep and the way her body went still and rigid only served to make it all the easier to bury my orgasm further into her. I didn’t lose a single stroke as I pumped an endless climax into her beautiful pussy.
We looked into each other’s eye for a moment before I pulled out of her and started to adjust my clothes. As she started to do up the buttons on her blouse, I stopped her, wanting to make the most of my last time of being close to those luscious breasts. I did them up myself and when I’d finished dressing her I placed a kiss on her forehead. I went to the door, gingerly opening it to check no-one was outside. Giving the all clear, we went back to out seats. With one last, sweetly coy smile, she picked up her book and carried on reading.
I sat down opposite. She didn’t acknowledge me and kept on reading her book. “Perfect” I thought, “this will give me the opportunity to take all of her in without her even noticing.” I let my eyes roam over her long, shapely legs and I liked the way she had elegantly crossed them. She had a neat, nipped in waist and her breast were full and glorious. I lingered over them, clearly picturing what her nipples would look like.
I must have got carried away as I forgot to check and see whether she was still reading. A slight turn of her head suddenly broke me out of my daze. I looked up dreading her anger or worse her giving me a mouthful of her disdain. I was surprised to see her checking me out in return. She caught my eye and smiled. She had a sweet face but that was a dirty smile! She placed her book down beside her. Her eyes gestured to the lavatory. I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it so soon.
She stood up and walked over to the door, looking over her shoulder as she went. I knew what that stare meant. I jumped up and as she turned to close the door, I stopped her. I tried to think of something to say to her, but silence seemed more appropriate somehow. I closed the door behind me.
For a moment we just stood looking at each other, becoming accustomed to each other’s eyes, each other’s scent. The slight rocking movement slowly pushed us closer together. She reached up to put her arms around my neck, I slid my hands around her waist. I kissed her, immediately sliding my tongue into her mouth. My hands slid down to her behind and grabbed at her round and firm buttocks. I pulled her against my groin to help my hard on along. It was barely necessary.
I guided her backwards until her back was pressed up against the wall, holding her arms outstretched at shoulder level. I undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed the full breasts I’d been admiring tantalisingly covered in a pretty white, lacy bra. Her tits bounced with the movement of the train. I placed a hand on her breast and stroked the creamy, delicate skin. I kissed her again as I reached into her bra and went straight for her nipple. She had large, erect nipples that were sensitive as she gasped and sighed as I caressed them.
Lifting her skirt, I pulled down her underwear and gently ran a finger over her cunt. She was wet and ready and that was enough for me now. I lifted one of her legs up and placed her foot on the edge of the basin. I slid my cock straight into her. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes and so I knew she was ready to get straight down to it. I immediately started to hammer my dick into her, the cheap wall banging with us. It was going to be obvious to anyone sitting the other side of it that there were people fucking behind them.
It bothered neither of us. She was captivated by the thrusting, by my cock plunging into the centre of her being which she showed to me by matching my movements with her moans and sighs. She was lost to the ecstasy of my pounding her. Where her eyes were closed tightly shut mine were wide open. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her, covered in the juice of her hungry pussy. I watched her bite her lip while I fucked her harder, her tits brushing up against me.
I rammed my cock into her as she screamed out, begging me to fuck her. I bet she never dared do this with her boyfriend, I thought. She looked as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. Pinning her hands above her head, I wanted to finish her off pretty soon. I was going to shoot my load any moment and I really wanted to see her totally lose control of herself. I moved my hand down to her tits and teased her stiff nipple. That was enough for her and she shouted, “I’m coming,” as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.
The spasms in her cunt were deep and the way her body went still and rigid only served to make it all the easier to bury my orgasm further into her. I didn’t lose a single stroke as I pumped an endless climax into her beautiful pussy.
We looked into each other’s eye for a moment before I pulled out of her and started to adjust my clothes. As she started to do up the buttons on her blouse, I stopped her, wanting to make the most of my last time of being close to those luscious breasts. I did them up myself and when I’d finished dressing her I placed a kiss on her forehead. I went to the door, gingerly opening it to check no-one was outside. Giving the all clear, we went back to out seats. With one last, sweetly coy smile, she picked up her book and carried on reading.
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Feminization Stories
Feminization stories are intimate, delicate and intense. Feminization stories show the beautiful transformation of a sensual and sexual creature. They are about love, honesty and the ultimate pleausure. At Steamy Stories we share your belief in the right to express the feminine urges inside you. There are feminization stories to suit every fantasy.
I Dressed My Boyfriend in Women's Clothes
My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her Pleasure
Forced Feminization by My Demanding Neighbours
I Dressed My Boyfriend in Women's Clothes
My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her Pleasure
Forced Feminization by My Demanding Neighbours
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