1. The Local Flavour


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

    The cold slimy substance that slithers into my mouth reminds me of an old lady who used to sit on a bench in the park back in my hometown, clearing her throat and spitting large clods of green phlegm all around the bench. I cannot bring myself to swallow it down, and spit it into my napkin instead. Sara is laughing her head off. ‘Not the oyster type, are you? Oh well, one has to get used to it. Try another one, only this time swallow it straight down. You blur out the taste by allowing the texture to draw your attention. Let it slither over your tongue, just enough to catch the flavor, then throw your head back and let it slide down your throat.’ I try it and it works, although I cannot keep my imagination from playing with my mind. I manage to eat half of the oysters on my plate, then I give up. The champagne is a welcome refreshment. While the maître’d hovers around us like a busy bee serving the different courses of our dinner and keeping our glasses filled – the wine tasting is the first time I get acknowledged – we eat and chat about Mexico and the weather. Sara is an attentive listener and seems to appreciate my opinions. My conversation is somewhat hampered by my constant worrying about the bill. That dilemma gets solved though when after coffee and cake, Sara instructs Oscar to charge it to her room. I am too relieved to put up even a perfunctory fight over the ownership of the bill. Instead, I rally around the table and help Sara up from her seat before the ...
    maître’d gets a chance. ‘Be a dear and bring the champagne, will you?’ I drape the jacket over the chair, grab the ice bucket and rush after her towards the elevators. ‘Take me to your room, honey.’ I had rejoiced in the prospect of a night in a first class suite, but truth be told, for all I care we could do it in the broom closet, anything for a chance to slip between those powerful thighs. I take her up to the seventh floor and into my room. Before I get a chance to close the door behind me, she drops her bag and nails me to the bathroom door with her enormous belly. Her lips are on mine and she tongues me standing up, grabbing my butt with both hands and pulling me into her. I am hard instantly and she responds with a grinding movement of her hips. I drop the ice bucket with the champagne to the floor and reach behind her broad back to fumble at the zipper of her dress. She brings her hands around and undoes my belt and zipper, then pulls down my pants, underwear and all. My erect cock flops against the underside of her belly, and then I feel her wonderful warm hands on it. ‘Let’s get comfortable, shall we?’ She turns around and pulls me after her by my cock. I shuffle behind her broad ass into the bedroom with my trousers still wrapped around my ankle. When she reaches the bed by the window, she yanks my dick forward and I fall face down onto the bed cover. She unzips her dress and drops it. No bra and the largest thong I have ever seen. I sit up to take off my T-shirt while I ...
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