1. The Local Flavour


    Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    mound of her belly into the valley between her legs. I have to squeeze my shoulders between the fat-packed legs, until I face the bulge of her cunt clearly outlined in the cloth of her swimsuit. In fact, it seems the cloth has been sucked into the crack, so what I’m looking at is a giant fat blue peach. There is a wet stain spreading from the slit outwards. No time to ponder whether I should peel this strange fruit. Sara slides down in her seat, pushing her cunt into my face. Even through the thick cloth I can smell the sour-sweet cunt odor. My nose sinks into the soft moist slit, which starts sliding up and down my face in a slow lazy rhythm. I have to synchronize my breathing with her strokes, as her rich folds cover my face chin to brow and the only chance I get is by tilting my head back when my nose slides out over the top of her cunt on a down stroke. It is clear she is quickly entering in heat, but the movements of her hips are hindered as she is sitting and her weight is on her ass. Wriggle as she might, she is not achieving the friction she needs. So she grabs my head instead with both hands and yanking it back and forth, slams my face into her hungry cunt. No need to say I’m starting to feel utterly ridiculous being used as a dildo. But before I have time to make up my mind and put a stop to this, her body stiffens and her legs cramp around my head. My nose and mouth are flooded by a sudden gush of her cunt juices that seep through the cloth of her swimsuit. I ...
    struggle to release myself, but the pressure of her legs on my head is so great I fear she’ll crack my skull. I gasp for air when she finally relaxes. ‘Oh my, that was nice.’ The wet patch on her crotch has spread to the size of a soccer ball. She ties a bath towel around her waist to hide it. I crawl back onto the seat next to her. Her chest with the sagging breasts is heaving as she struggles for air herself. She soon calms down though and wipes the sweat from her face with a hand towel. Then she hands it to me, signaling me to wipe her juices from mine. ‘Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?’ She extends her arm and gropes into the front of my shorts, where she finds nothing but softness. ‘Did you not enjoy yourself, darling? Oh my, we must do something about that.’ She pulls the front of my shorts down and the tip of my limp cock pops out. ‘Take the shorts off.’ I marvel at her easy command. I am not one to be ordered around easily, but there is a superior air about her that leaves no room for protest nor hesitation. So leaning back into the seat, I lift my butt and pull my shorts down to my ankles. The prospect of the woman lowering her head into my lap to blow me, makes my dick come alive. ‘Ah, that’s better. You got me worried there for a minute.’ She’s looking down at my cock as it lies on my belly, growing slowly in anticipation. But she doesn’t budge. ‘Is that as big as it gets?’ ‘Uhm, no, it gets bigger.’ ‘Get it as big as you can.’ She still isn’t budging. ...
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