I Hate To Love It

“Who the fuck is banging on my door at 2:34 in the damn morning? You best to have a big-ass check and some balloons or I’m gonna kick your ass,” I yell as I’m stomp down the stairs.

I peak out the peephole, “Just open the door Kelly.”

“Oh...hey, come on in,” I say yawning and opening the door.

“You ain’t so loud now, huh,” he says as he comes in.

“What are you doing here so late?”

“Shut up and open your fucking legs,” he says as he pushes me against the door, while thrusting his tongue down my throat, squeezing one tit with one hand and shoving his other hand in my pussy. I’m wet in no time and I cum in short order.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He takes his hand, shimmering with my juices, and brings up to my face. I want to lick his fingers, but he teases me.

“That’s right, baby...I know you wanna lick these fingers. I know you wanna taste yourself,” he taunts me as he sucks his fingers. The hand on my tit is still squeezing, causing me stay wet and pinned against the front door.

“Shut up, don’t talk,” as I open my mouth to say something.

He pulls me off the door by my titties, turns me around and pins me against the door again. It is cool against my hot, hard nipples. His warm breath on my neck is a stark contrast to the coolness of the door my cheek is feeling.

I hear the wrapper tear and I get wetter at the thought of him entering me.

“Don’t say a word. This is my pussy and I’ll fuck it whenever I want,” he whispers in my ear.

I gladly open my legs, he slides right in and I cum immediately.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He begins to slowly back up and I move with him so we stay connected. He leads me to the sofa and bends me over the back of it. He is pumping strong and steady and I’m loving it.

I say, “talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you how much I love fucking this pussy? Do you want me to tell you how much I think about this pussy? Yeah, I love fucking it. I think about it in the morning when I wake up with a hard-on and wish you were next to me so I could stick it in you. Is that what you wanna hear? You wanna know how much this big ass turned me on as soon as you opened the door. You wanna hear how your pussy tastes sweet like cantaloupe and how I could suck your titties all night. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss,” I say as I cum again. This time he has to hold me because my knees start to give out.

“Well, I ain’t saying shit,” he smirks as he smacks my ass. His smacks turn into a spanking as his strokes remain constant; he’s grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He’s literally riding me and I’m lovin’ it.

The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. My body begins to convulse and his thrusts get stronger and deeper. I yell and go into a full-on orgasm of massive proportions. His 6’1” frame absorbs it and never misses a beat.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

“I...can’t...take...anymore,” I pant.

“Shut up, yes you can. I know you have at least one more in you and you’re gonna give it to me.”

He exits me and leads me to the front of the sofa. He grabs a pillow, throws it on the floor and I sit on it. He pulls me up to my knees by my hair and bends me over the cushion.

“I know you have another one for me and I’m gonna get it,” he says as he begins to enter my ass. He is forceful, though gentle. I trust him and I’m completely relaxed, making it easier for him to penetrate.

As I’m moaning, he’s constantly rubbing my shoulders and fucking my ass with a milder rhythm than he did my pussy. And he’s right, there is another orgasm inside of me, in spite of my need for rest; in spite of my desire for sleep, there is another one, and it’s a biggin’.

He likes to cum quietly, so I decide to be quiet too. The intensity of us climaxing together was overwhelming. After he pulled out, I slumped right there on the floor. I couldn’t get back upstairs if someone paid me. As I lay still, trying to get my breath and some semblance of composure, I heard him washing up in the bathroom. I hadn’t budged when he came back to the living room.

He kissed me on the forehead, “I’ll call you tomorrow, get some rest.”

“Buh-bye.”

I love he knows what buttons to push.
I love he manipulates my body like this.

Oh no he didn't

I admit it, I gave into it, into him. His smell was intoxicating, a hint of cologne lingered on him and it was just enough. His hands were soft and strong as he gently squeezed my ass and rubbed my thighs. His lips, what can I say about his lips, they were full, soft, luscious and I could’ve have kissed him for hours. As I began to run my fingers through his curly hair, I was immediately turned on by its softness. I was getting wet, scratch that, I was wet, to be honest, my pussy had been moist since I saw first him and it was only getting wetter as his tongue probed my mouth and his hands began their adventure.

He gently opened my thighs and rubbed the inner thigh. I let out a little sigh each time his hand got close to my goodness. He had big hands and I wanted them to touch me, oh how I wanted them to touch me, and just as I thought he was about to make contact, he pulled away. I mean he didn’t just stop kissing me, he leaned back and looked out the window.

“Is something the matter?”
“No, no, no, not at all,” shaking his head.
“Why did you stop?”
“I needed to catch my breath for a minute. You are so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long, I need to stay, um, let’s say composed, to stay in control. I knew as soon as felt your juices, well, it would be over.”
“Really? Well let me help you, help me."

I stood up and lead him upstairs. You got it; I’m back in control baby. This is my house, my bed, and most importantly, my pussy. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be begging to touch me. I took off his tee shirt and laid him on the bed. He really is fucking gorgeous; his skin reminded me of milk chocolate, smooth and creamy like. And his body was to die for, I could’ve eaten dinner off of his six-pack; his arms, thighs and legs were lean and shapely like a baller’s. This was going to be fun.

“Stay still, I’ll be right back.”

I darted to my dressing room, changed robes and grabbed my massage oil. I went back in the bedroom, closed the drapes and turned on some soft tunes. The sun’s glow came through the drapes giving the room a caramel hue.

I got on the bed and straddled him. I know he could feel my moisture through his shorts, just as I could feel his manliness growing and squirming, but I wouldn’t let him in until I was ready. I poured a few drops of oil onto his hairless chest and began rubbing it in, with each stretch of my arms towards his shoulders, I rose up just a bit, and with each retraction of my arms to his abs, I lowered back on him. With each lowering came a small grind. He tried to reach for my titties, but I pushed his hands away. He had had his chance downstairs, now it was my turn. I gradually began speeding up, rubbing harder, landing harder and grinding stronger. It was definitely turning him on. He grabbed the pillows and began moaning, when he tried to move his hips in concert, I stopped him. It was gonna be my way or no way. He was on the verge, he had to be inside of me and just as he started to tremble, I leaned forward and put my head on his chest. I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I sat back up to see him looking at me, actually through me. I smiled, leaned forward a bit and touched my goodness. I was sure enough wet, good and wet. The back of my hand glided over his dick, which made him jump. I made sure my fingers were drenched before I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean. His eyes said it all, he was astonished, excited and wanted to taste me for himself. I got my hand wet again, this time giving it to him to clean. He sucked each finger as if it was a steak bone, so much so that I almost lost it couple of times.

Since he enjoyed my taste, it was time for me to give him breakfast. I turned around and backed up until my pussy was over his face and my face was over his dick. Before I had a chance to lower to him, he grabbed my ass and shoved my pussy onto his tongue. It was wonderful; he licked, lapped, sucked and fucked me with his tongue. There was no area of my vagina left unexplored. It was hard for me to focus on his dick. I wanted to give his manhood the undivided attention it deserved. It was plentiful and would take concentration for me to do it justice. I didn’t want to climax and accidentally bite him, so I opted for just licking the tip as he was enjoying me, which turned out to be a damn good idea. When I came, it was full throttle; I yelled, arched my back and began to shake. He had to hold onto so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. It was wonderful, and it was my turn.

The orgasm had invigorated me. I sucked on the head, I licked the shaft, I massaged his nuts and then it was on. I attacked his dick like a starving Ethiopian. I spit on his dick and began deep throating. His moans were deep and his breathing was heavy. He tried to finger me, but I pushed his hand away and held his arms in position with my legs. It was my turn. I took it all, every erect, long, thick inch. My head was going up and down to the city rhythms I heard outside my window, slow as the bus stopped on the corner, then faster and erratic when a neighbor began mowing his lawn and finally an all out suck-fest when the ambulance came barreling down the street.

“I’m gettin’ ready to cum,” he growled. I didn’t miss a beat.
“Oh fuck baby,” he said. I was steadfast.
“That’s right Monaaaaa,” he moaned. I stopped, bit down on him and kicked him in the head as I got the fuck offa him.
“Oh shit, Kelly, I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, just get up, get your shit and get the fuck outta my house this very instant,” I told him as I began to get dressed.
“Wait baby. I’m sorry, she’s my ex-wife, I got caught up, you were doing it so well...”
“Yes, so well in fact that I must’ve reminded you of her...just leave,” shaking my head as I tied up my shoelaces.

He was in shock and still lying on my bed by the time I was ready to go downstairs.

“What don’t you understand? I need you to get dressed and leave my home, right now.”
“I don’t wanna leave; I wanna stay here with you. I’m sorry Kelly, I’m really sorry.”
“Yes, dear I know you’re sorry, which is why I want you to get the fuck outta my house.”

Then this motherfucker had the nerve to try and jump bad on me, “I don’t want to leave and I’m not leaving,” he said as he put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankle.

Couple's Massage (finale)

I'm spent. My mind is blank. My heart is pounding. A couple of people help me get back on the table. I don't know who and I don't care, I need a nap. Someone covers me with a warm blanket and someone else puts a pillow under my head. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, Jay gets under the cover with me, and we spoon.

I must've drifted off because the next thing I remember is Dick gently shaking my shoulders and telling me our time is up. Huh, where's Jay? Wasn't he next to me? Oh shit, I think it was Jay. This has all been too much for me; I need to go back to our room, get some room service and sleep.

Dick helps me sit up, gives me some water and leaves so I can put my robe on. I shake my head and smile, he didn't have to leave, he's already seen and touched the goodies? I open the door to see Jay, Jane, Dick, the other woman and another man standing in the hall. I walk over to Jay who puts his arm around my shoulder and whispers he loves me, as we follow our masseurs down the hall to a patio. There is a beautiful supper set up for us, with all kinds of food and beverages. I look at Jay and he pulls me close, holding me tight.

Tears are streaming down my eyes as I realize Jay has arranged this us. He pulls back to look in my eyes, he thanks me for loving him and brings me back into his arms. It was if I was possessed, in one fluid motion, I pull myself out of his arms, drop to my knees, yank open his robe and begin sucking his dick as if it held the nectar of life. Jay was so surprised and excited, he came quickly. I thought he was going to cum again as he watched me swallow it. At which point, our masseurs lead us to our seats across from each other and began serving us.

It was quite obvious this wasn't going to be a regular meal. Dick sits beside me and begins feeding me, he is literally picking up food and feeding it to me. I didn't think I had anything left, alas my pussy is wet and gets wetter with each morsel of food I see Jane feed Jay. He must've taken something earlier today because he is long and hard and it hasn't been 20 minutes since he came in my mouth. Note to self: check his toiletry bag when we get back to the room.

Jane sees the erect penis as well and puts a cock ring at the base. This is my first indication that Jay and I are going to be here longer than I thought. This food is delicious and Dick is doing a great job feeding me, he must have children. The other man rolls the table away and the other woman straddles Jay's now visibly throbbing dick. She starts off slow, taking her pussy up and down slowly, Jay grabs her ass and squeezes. He is enjoying it; he is moaning and breathing hard. Suddenly I realize I'm not upset, not jealous, not anything but incredibly excited, hot and bothered.

She gets off of him, turns around and mounts again. She is staring straight into my eyes and I'm looking directly back at her. I can't turn away, I don't want to turn away, I have to see this. She speeds up, and Jay is ready to shoot his cum to the moon, but the cock ring won't let him. Just as Jay is reaching his limit, she gets off of him. His head is back, his eyes are closed, his entire body is trembling, except for his dick which perfectly still, glowing with her juice in the candlelight.

I look at Jay, my husband, my best friend, my lover, my all-in-all and see how vulnerable is, I walk over, gently take the cock ring off, open my robe and lower myself onto his massiveness. He immediately raises his head, pulls me close and kisses me deep and hard. With everything that had been done to us and everyone that had done things to us, this was our first time touching each other.

After a few minutes we climaxed together. We gave each other everything we had, all of our love, our dreams, our fears and passions. Jay and I had never been so close, so intimate as we were right then.

Dick and the other guy pull me up and guide me to a chaise lounge. I'm exhausted and it is so comfy. Then the guys help Jay to another chaise, and I watch Jane cover Jay with his robe as he falls asleep in record time.

Yes, it's time to sleep, perchance to relive this fantasy in my dreams...hmmmm

Couple's Massage (part 3)

With my breathing now under control, I open my eyes to see Jay standing over me. He's rubbing my hand and looking into my eyes like he did on our wedding day. I smile back at him, he gently kisses my forehead. I love Jay.

He pulls me up, I sit on the edge of the table and Jane stands between my legs. OMG, she's wearing a strap-on, a big-ass strap-on. She pulls me close and I slide onto it, as I look past Jane to see Jay in his own heaven; the other woman is continuing Jane's blow job. As she begins fucking me, I wrap my legs around her waist and lay back across the table. Dick starts fondling me again. I have another orgasm.

Afterward Jane pulls out and helps me off the table. She turns me around and I bend over it; Dick starts massaging my shoulders and Jay lubricates my asshole. He begins to ever-so-gently enter me; I begin moaning and moving in concert. He leans on top of me and I feel his boobs on my back. Huh??? What the hell??? Oh shit, Jill is fucking me up the ass...the excitement, thrill and pleasure wash over me.

She's breathing on my neck and now Dick is massaging my scalp. This is better than any fantasy. What's going on down there? Someone spread my lips and put a ribbed dildo in my pussy and flipped the fuckin' switch. I'm taking it up the ass and in the pussy, I.can't.believe.this.is.happening.to.me. I'm in 7,777th heaven!

My body experiences an orgasm like none other...I'm trembling, tearing up...my pussy is on fire as my passion runs down my inner thighs...I'm crying, I let out a sound I've never heard and my body goes limp. I can barely stand; it's only the woman behind me who keeps me from slumping to the floor.

Stay tuned.

How sprung is she?

She is sprung, and I don't mean the regular kind of sprung, I mean seriously sprung. She is soooo sprung. How sprung is she? I'm glad you asked.

She is so sprung...

... she cried when they climaxed.
... she sucked him until he came in her mouth and she swallowed.
... she let him ride bareback and cum inside of her.
... she didn't complain when he nibbled on her clit to hard.
... she allowed him to fuck her up the ass.
... she called him "Big Daddy."
... she cuddled with him afterward.
... she didn't mind him using her toothbrush.
... she cooked him breakfast the morning after.

and finally, she is so sprung, she now masturbates to visions of them together.

I told you she's sprung.

Quirks & Idiosyncrasies

Are there some things you're reserving for that someone special?
Are there moves only your spouse or significant other will ever see?
Do you have some little quirks or idiosyncrasies that have to be carried out before you fuck?

• Kelly won't let anyone in her ass unless they've dated for at least six months.


• David won't eat a woman's pussy until he's satisfied that no one else is fucking her.


• Sylvia will suck a guy's dick on the first date, but won't rim him until their 15th fucking.


• Diane refuses to fuck unless the man is freshly showered.


• If a woman is on her period, Charles avoids the pussy like the plague.


• Jennifer will suck a dick seven days a week and twice on Sundays, but she won't let a man cum in her mouth.


• Sheila's partners have to give her a golden shower before they have sex.


• Kevin has a foot fetish and HAS to suck a woman's toes to get hard.


• Amanda gets off with her dildo before she has sex.
  

And you??????

My Waking Dream

I'm glad to have some time to myself...listening to some jazz, having couple cocktails...I may even splurge and get the duck pate...hmmmmm

He has a nice smile...did he just wink...nevermind
He's cute...what in the hell is he wearing...next
And now my evening is complete...Mr. Backward Kangol has arrived...good grief

Ummmm, this is a serious drink right herre, maybe I'll just get 2...this combo is nice, smooth and bass player if fine as hell...damn...what is this thing I have for musicians...fuck, he sho is fine

I need a few more crackers for my pate...it.is.to.die.for.oh.my.god...and this 2nd drink is as good as the first...I'm gonna be here for a minute or two or three...hmmmmmm

Oh shit, the bass player saw me watching him...fuck, stop grinning, look away dumbass...aw shitttt. As soon as this song ends, I'm hittin' the bathroom...I can tell by the way he's playin' that bass, he's got the swagga to get in my underwear without even trying hard...shittttt

His arms are around my waist, he pulls me close and presses his full lips against mine. They are soft, gentle, yet firm. I open my mouth ever so slightly and his tongue makes it way in and begins probing. Mine meets his and my pussy gets wet.

He kisses so fucking good. His strong hands and his fingers, oh his fingers, caress my back and he pulls me into him. This is...is....is...better than any dream. His hands lower into my skirt, into my panties, he squeezes my ass...I will not cum; I will not cum; I will not cum.

He turns me around as he lowers my clothes to the floor...the lights blind me. I can see the outlines of people, tables, chairs. I can hear people taking orders, delivering drinks and clearing dishes...fuck, they can see me too...my pussy is dripping wet.

I lean back into him. He blows into my ear, moves his left hand under my bra and massages my tit, he moves his right hand between my legs and begins rubbing my clit...fuck...fuck...my pussy explodes and I let out a sound from the depth of my being.

He held me up and walked me to a seat in the wings, then I hear the audience shout, whistle, clap as he brings me my clothes...what in the world just happened????

Huh, what...no, I don't want another drink, just the check...thank you

BIG AND CHUNKY

This is from the Disney movie Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa. This is really HOT and more erotic than a kid movie ought to have. And its funny and cute and way over sexualized that's why I picked it :)

One Day

I had a dream about him last night: his long hair, his gorgeous smile and his tight body.

I daydreamed about him as I ate lunch: his outrageous sense of humor, his unimaginable intelligence and his in-depth knowledge of current events.

I thought of him as I practiced my tango: his appreciation of art, his love of the theater and his passion for all things musical.

I masturbated to him as showered: his sexy-ass voice whispering naughtiness in my ear, his rock-hard dick gliding in and out of my pussy, his full lips sucking my nipples, his strong hands squeezing my ass and caressing my quivering body.

I can't wait to go to sleep perchance to dream and begin again.