1. Strapon


    Date: 8/21/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Shania_prettykitty, Rating: 91.1, Source: sexstories.com

    harder." Replicating what had been done to me many times by different men I started fucking him. Deep, long, slow thrusts and then holding still with 'my dick' as far up him as it could go. Continuously, Thomas was moaning and sighing, rubbing his cock and reaching out for me. I leaned forward to give him my tits that he gratefully grabbed and squeezed. He pulled and pinched my sensitive nipples sending lovely feelings through me as we both rubbed his cock that had now regained its solid hardness. "I won't be long," he grunted as we both rubbed his dick harder and faster. "Then cum baby, cum," I said leaning forward so that my tits were hovering over the end of his straining cock. I could feel the added tension in his penis with my hand and fingers and I wanked him with long, slow strokes as I held the phallus rigid in his arsehole. And with that he climaxed. Surging his hips up so that his back and bottom left the bed he let out a series of grunts and groans as his cock exploded in our hands. He shot several spurts of cum in the air with most of it landing on my tits; I like that. One stream, though, outdid the others and splashed onto my glasses. We both giggled at that. * Whilst I was having my fling with Thomas I was also messing around with a lovely woman who I met at a reading class a few months previously. Well into her fifties and wonderfully well preserved, she was slim and beautiful with a face reminiscent of Catherine Deneuve and a rounded figure to die for. ...
    Married with two children she was a pillar of her society in Sevenoaks in Kent, a member of the local golf club and conservative party, a successful business woman and a highly respectable part of suburban Kent society. If only they knew her secret. She was extremely bi. She owned a house in Deauville in Western France and asked me if I would like to go there with her for a long weekend. I did and we had an absolutely wonderful time. As wanton and filthy as my fling with Thomas had become, so my few days with Sarah were elegant, stylish and romantic. As much as Thomas and my relationship was based totally on sex and sex of a depraved nature so with Sarah, it was based on affection and romance. The house was secluded and the weather was brilliant. Thus, apart from when we went shopping or out to dinner once, we hardly got dressed, it was a unique, once in a lifetime experience and of course it was over far too soon. Landing at Stansted in the pouring rain and getting the train into London soon brought me down to ground. And that became even more so when the evening I got home, Thomas phoned and said come round to his place adding. "And bring that fucking strapon with you." His flat was a tip. Well the flat wasn't really it was just that he turned it into one. There were newspapers and magazines everywhere, books all over the place, the sink was full of dirty crockery most of the time as he would have a cleaner only twice a week; the rate at which he trashed a place he needed one ...
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