1. Love In The Trenches


    Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    them so they shuddered. ‘I love your breasts.’ She cupped her left breast in her hand and leaned over me, then dropped it. It splashed onto my face and my mouth searched almost instinctively for her nipple, found it and sucked it in. She let me suckle her breast while she rubbed the other. ‘Do you know why I let you stay over?’ I shook my head. My mouth was full with the softness of her brown nipple. ‘I dream of having my cunt licked in the morning.’ I was hard immediately and she knew it, because she giggled. ‘Will you lick my little snatch for me?’ Susan didn’t wait for an answer. She lay down on her back beside me, spread her legs and pushed my head down over her belly towards her crotch. I slid downwards and heaved my rump over her bent knee, landing between her heavy thighs with my face inches from her hairy bush. It was the first time I saw her down there and I was awed in more than one way. Susan’s bush was grey. Not completely, predominantly black but a large percentage of the hair had turned a silvery grey. It gave her vagina a regal appearance, majestic in its opulence, solemn in its sternness. It started with a thick patch of coarse hair standing tall on the bloated cushion of her mons, curly and unkempt. Thick tufts of coarse hair lined and covered the slit of her vagina, shiny yellowish beads of fresh urine trapped inside and along the edge of her outer lips which were chunky and erratic, the heavily furrowed dark brown inner lips barely visible under the curly ...
    hair. Further down, the hair grew thinner and shorter, leaving the lower part of her vagina almost bare with only a few sparse hairs sprouting left and right. Her hands came down and spread her cunt lips apart. A wide red cave opened before my eyes, thick blobs of flesh circling the gaping black hole of her vulva, crowned by the hefty brown folds of her inner lips which glistened with a thick clear slime and more droplets of urine. Atop it all, the pink knob of her clitoris popped out of its fold and stood proudly erect. I breathed her heavy aroma of female sex and fresh piss. ‘Don’t make me wait.’ I suddenly wasn’t so convinced I was willing to expose my mouth and tongue to an unwashed cunt now that I had factual confirmation that she had not wiped after her recent piss. My wife had always been meticulously clean, especially the few times she had reluctantly allowed me to lick her pussy, excusing herself into the bathroom for an extended soaping and rinsing before she’d let me near. On the other hand, there was something strangely exciting about the concept of an unwashed cunt. It was somehow freeing and the mere boldness and carelessness with which she thrust it upon me imbued me with a sense of being desired, being singled out by a higher power, taken inside a most intimate and powerful aspect of her being that I hadn’t sensed until now. Before I had time to finish my thoughts and make up my mind, I felt her hand on the back of my head and was pulled hard into her cunt. She ...
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