Why not both?
Tag: cock worship
Reading is fundamental.
My wife had promised her pussy exclusively to her new lover but she said there were still ways we could have fun.
She would rub it in like a lotion. You could never quite figure out what the smell was, but it made you incredibly horny.
Oh god, he’s defiling me, I thought.
I felt so turned on and so wrong. I tried to close my mouth, to spit it out. I never considered moving out of range. Then I gasped and more came flooding in. Yes! I opened my mouth wider. I needed him to desecrate me.
Piss all over me! Mark me! my mind shouted. I was his. Here, on my knees, naked, in my boyfriend’s apartment, while he was away.
You have no life or career prospects. All you can ever hope to be is a warm socket for receiving cocks. Every interview, you’re told the same thing: you’re useless to work here, but you’d make a good office slut.
Wish my office had one…
cock goes in mind goes out
No one ever said that when I applied for a job…:-(
“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Janice said. The blonde crossed her arms and said it emphatically as if there was no question.
Jezebel smiled, “So many of my best memories start with a pretty girl saying that exact phrase.”
The three of us guys laughed. Jezebel was a riot, not prim and proper like Janice. We’d known the two for less than a day, having all met at the bar the night before. Janice and Mark had hit it off, and well… I guess Jezebel was there with me but she was more like an agent of chaos. Like right now she was trying to convince us that she was a gypsy who could hypnotize anyone into being her love slave.
It was clear that Janice didn’t like her much, as the blonde’s eyes rolled, “Yeah whatever.”
Jezebel smiled, “I’m going to hypnotize you then Janice and you’ll suck all these men’s big cocks. You won’t have a choice, you’ll be my slave. My horny and wet slave.”
The three of us laughed, not used to a girl being so… well fucking crazy.
“All I need is for you to focus on me. So I need your attention on one spot, right here,” Jezebel said and pulled her top down exposing a single nipple. Pretty much all of us were shocked, I managed not to gasp but Janice wasn’t able to hide her surprise. Jezebel stepped closer to her, “Focus, focus just stare at my tit. Fall into it, closer, falling, sexy, aroused, falling, closer and sleep.”
She was quick and commanding. Janice’s eyes fluttered then shut, her head falling forward against her chest. The three of us watched stunned as the dark haired woman leaned in and whispered to Janice and then after a few minutes Janice stood and opened her eyes, got on her knees and began to suck Mark’s cock.
Mark was surprised, but didn’t complain. All he did was moan as Janice’s lips wrapped around his cock. Jezebel grabbed her head and started the girl in on a steady motion. Then she looked towards me and smiled, “Now I said I could hypnotize anyone. Anyone James. Just look at my tit…”
I blinked, my attention taken from Janice’s performance and drawn to her nipple and eyes. She was talking, talking…
Dicknotism
“I need to meet my boyfriend for a special date at 8. We’re revisiting all the places we went when we first met. It’s incredibly romantic. So you’ll have to be a bit more quick about ravaging me than usual. I’m sure you can make up for it in vigor…” your girlfriend had said, grasping the already hardening bulge in my pants. “Just don’t leave me so sore that I can’t sit down at the restaurant, or fuck him afterwards.”
The way she said it, it sounded like a challenge. How could I resist? I would ruin your night. Not out of jealousy, but just because I thought it was funny to hurt you, my old rival. I was already fucking your girlfriend and now I would take your special night. And tomorrow I would buddy up to you sympathetically. Let down my competitive, aggressive stance for a moment to console an old friend who seemed down. Then plant the seeds of doubt. “Do you think she might be cheating?” I’d ask innocently.
I flogged her with a paddle, fucked her ass, and then spanked her sore cheeks. She wouldn’t sit for a week without recalling it. Then I teased her for an hour, bringing her to the edge and pulling back when she got too close. Finally she begged me to fuck her pussy. I told her it was 7:40 and she had better get going.
“No no, no. I need you to fuck me. I know you won’t let me come until you do.”
“True,” I confessed,”but it’s late. You can get your boyfriend to make you come.”
“No…”
she looked down, sheepishly, “I can’t. Not since you…not since you ruined me,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly.
“What was that?”
“I said you ruined me! He can’t make me cum anymore. Not unless I think of you. Your confidence. Your uncaring roughness. Your cruel teasing. And even then, I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality and it’s barely worth it. You ruined me, okay? Ruined me on normal, nice sex.”
I almost came then. It was better than I had planned. Tomorrow I’d ask you, “Has she acted differently in bed? Distracted? That’s a sure sign, I’m afraid.”
“I’ll make you late.”
“Just fuck me. I’ll text him an excuse to be late while you do. You like that.”
“Like you don’t.”
She just smirked.
“Deal. But you have to text him every fifteen minutes.”
“You’re not that good.”
I just shrugged. “You can leave whenever you want. But if you stay, you have to text him. And if he calls, you have to answer it while I pound you.”
“God damn, you bastard! You know just which buttons to push. Take me, already.”
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