Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Clara lay in the floor of her bedroom closet wondering what in the hell was about to happen to her. The only items adorning her body was the ball gag placed securely in her mouth, the leather collar fastened around her neck and the rope which bound her hands in front of her stomach and her ankles close together. The man who did this to her – her husband Carl – told her that she had to wait there until he and his buddies came back. It was his friend Rob’s last night as a single man and he wanted to give his friend a special treat he would never forget. “I found your diary Clara,” Carl said as he bound Clara’s legs together. “I saw what you said about our boring sex life.” The ball gag…
Watching Jenna
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I hope that the story isn’t affect by the grammar errors. I’m sure there are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. Scene One It had begun many years ago. This feeling that I was different. Being smaller than most of the other kids in school was just one issue. I played hard with my friends but the tussle and wrestling just supported the fear that I couldn’t keep up. I’d play with the neighborhood girls when my buddies were off to the little league field. That didn’t lead to these feelings. The spike in my curiosity was clear and afterward I was resolute. I used the CPU at the Library to research my gender alignment but I knew that I…
From Friends to Lovers Ch. 20
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The weekend rolled round again, and Beth glanced at me across the breakfast table. “Can we spend some time on planning the wedding today?” “Oh wow, Beth,” Sarah breathed, “this is going to be amazing.” She leaned to whisper in Beth’s ear, and Beth nodded, glancing at me. “Definitely.” “I promised to give you some venue suggestions, didn’t I,” remembered Sarah, reaching for her phone. “See, there’s this place – it’s a farm, but the barn they’ve converted is fabulous, and you can have animals as part of the day if you want.” “I’d thought about owls or something, actually,” Beth ventured. “That bird of prey place was great.” She turned her engagement ring on her finger. “Some people have the owl bring their rings, don’t they.” “We could go and take a look,” I suggested. An…
Friday Night Drive
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It was Friday night. Jane could barely suppress a smile on the drive home where her husband and Master was waiting for her. Friday nights, the baby was at her parents and they had the whole night and next morning alone to play. She squirmed in her seat thinking about the last couple months and all the things she’d done. He’d been pushing her limits steadily, never too fast, but always in the end she would be doing something she swore never to do. And she had loved every minute. She raced up the driveway and practically skipped into the house to see what he had in store for her today. Jane entered the silent house confused. Where was he? Surely he hadn’t forgotten their special night. She entered her bedroom and found some clothes laid out…
Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Fragile Unbroken 6 “Slickery” I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It’s not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It’s an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn’t your thing you may want to move on to another story. My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me. I absolutely love cum. It is like a…
Ts Tasha Jones Takes Huge Cock
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 People always ask me, what is the biggest cock I have ever taken? First let me tell you, size does not matter to me. I love looking at big cocks on guys. But when I am having sex, it does not matter to me your size, it is how you use it and the sexual connection we have. The biggest cock I have ever seen and played with was when I worked as a stripper. I was doing my normal lazy dance on stage. I saw this really hot guy watching me by the bar. After my show I walked over and said hello, with my hands on his cock. I could tell he was packing heat but it was not until we were in the back and he released the monster that I saw he meant…
kayınpederimin beni sikmesi
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 kayınpederimin beni sikmesi Herkese merhabalar ben Bahar. Sizlere daha çok yeni olan ve başımdan geçen seks hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum. Zaten bu olay başıma geldikten sonra sitenizde yazılan ensest hikayelerin sıkı takipçisi oldum. Hemen isterseniz hikayeme geçeyim çünkü okurken gerçekten çok zevk alacaksınız. 4 yıllık evli bir kadınım. Eşimde bir fabrikada vardiyalı olarak çalışıyor. Yani bazen gündüz bazen de gece işe gidiyor. Ancak evlendikten iki yıl sonra falandı kayınvalidem ve kayın pederim ayrıldı. Kayınvalidem eşimin abisiyle kayınpederim de bizimle birlikte yaşamaya başladı. Ayrılık nedeni de kayınpederimin çapkın bir adam olması. İnanmazsınız biliyorum size fantazi gelebilir ama kayınbabam internetten ayda bir defa farklı illerde kadın bulup onlarla görüşmeye gider. Neyse kayınvalidem de bu durumu öğrenince kayınpederimden ayrıldı. Kayınpederim şu an 60 yaşında. Ama ben kayınpederimle sikiştikten sonra kadınların onda ne bulduğunu daha iyi anladım. Şimdi hemen nasıl sikişmeye başladığımızı…
Benim Hikayem 7
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Benim Hikayem 7 7 Bana mı iltifat ediyordu Fatmaya mı bilmiyorum ama içim gidiyordu. O kadar güzel öpüp okşuyordu ki kendimi ona teslim ediverdim. Çok zevk alıyordum. Geçen hafta sikildikten sonra üç dört gün çektiğim acılar umurumda değildi. Öpe öpe kasıklarıma kadar gelmiş diğer eliyle de taşaklarımı kavramıştı. Ben sırtüstü uzanmış gözlerim kapalı aldığım zevki ve Fatmayı düşünüyordum. Zevkten kendimden geçmiş bir biçimde kuduruyordum. Sikime dokunsa boşalacaktım. Israrla taşaklarıma dokunan eli yavaş yavaş göt deliğimin etrafında belirdi. Şimdi orta parmağı göt deliğimin etrafında daireler çizerek beni azdırıyordu. Kasıklarımı öpen dudakları bir anda sikimi ağzına alıverdi. O sıcaklığın, o harika ateşin bedenimi sarması tam o anda oldu işte. Orta kalınlıkta bir parmağın götme girmesi ile sikimin sıcacık yuvaya girmesi bir oldu. Aynı anda da ben kendimi tutamayıp defalarca kasılarak boşaldım. Hiç acele etmedi Metin. Ağzından çıkartmadı bile sikimi….
Force Feeding
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I’m an outwardly masculine guy, an alpha male who’s very much in charge at work, at play, and in day to day life. But I have a secret side that no one knows about – I’m clit obsessed, a pussy slave, an oral submissive who cannot resist the chance to feast on female genitalia. I think and dream about this most delicious pleasure constantly – it is my magnificent obsession. I’m a charter member of Cuntaholics Unanimous and my knees turn to jelly at the mere prospect of viewing, adoring and worshipping the heaven between a woman’s thighs. It’s a happily incurable addiction and I will live with this blessed curse until the day I die. I occasionally receive responses to my fantasy blog – which is essentially a plea to be fed hot wet delicious cunt….
For My Master’s Pleasure
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 He makes me get on the floor on my hands and knees naked. I start to shake and cry. He always demands me to do things for him, to him. He is so disgusting I want to throw up. He makes me call him Master. I hate when he makes me call him this. Its so humiliating. He likes making me feel so low. He lives for this. I cant help sometimes feeling a little excitement. He knows how much this bothers me and makes me cry. He knows he makes me feel good. I get so wet when he ties me up to the radiator and walks back and forth telling me how i was a bad girl. I know he is going to hit me with his whip…I know its going to hurt…He tells me…