Nandita To Nandini
- 3 years ago
- 262
- 0
Re-visiting My Youth, And Great Sex free porn video
I always wanted to be a beauty and life style ther****t. I left school at eighteen and applied for training at a local parlour, run by an ex-model and her husband, who was a hairdresser.
They had advertised for a girl with limited experience, but willing to learn and put up with all the hours, and in return, would gain entry into the world of media, in which, like every other girl, was our world.
He a really nice, skilled in the chat to customers, he knew how to put someone at ease and I think I immediately had a crush on him, he as good looking and charming, his wife who was a bit aloof, was beautiful and had a body to die for and I was jealous and envious, whenever she arrived unannounced, to have her hair done for a special function and then spent all the time throwing daggers at me, with her stares, and making me pour champagne for her and fetch magazines, all the stuff you do to belittle a person.
One night after she had been drinking quite a lot they went into the back office and closed the door. The clock was at eight thirty and I had planned to meet some friends at a pub, so I went to knock on the door and tell them I was leaving, when I stopped I stopped in my tracks, and heard her accuse me of fucking him behind her back.
I was shocked and wavered on my feet. It was a lie, there was nothing between us and never had been in the six months or so I had been working there, yes I had been fantasising about sex, but what ovulating girl does not think about sex with her dominant boss, especially as the antisocial work hours meant I was missing out on going out on dates and the chance for casual even meaningless sex.
I masturbated, and he was my fantasy, but hearing your name shouted out by a drunk wife, made me jump and waver with shock, so yes I felt a tad guilty about my immoral sexual mind games, but that was all it was about.
I knocked, and he came to the door. I was taken aback a little, as he was stripped to his waist and as I peered over his shoulder, I saw why, she was just wearing a tiny pair of panties, and he saw it in my face as I stared, "I need to go now", I stammered and he agreed, and he came out of the office and went to the cash register, opened it and gave me £50, "You go treat your self, you did well tonight and I will see you in the morning", and then turned and went back to her, no doubt to have sex.
My head was spinning, his scent was heady and his muscular torso, made the elastic in my knickers melt away, he could have taken me there and then, and I would have begged for more.
I did enjoy my night out, and how I kept my thoughts to myself about what I had experienced was nothing short of a miracle, because when I got home, I only got to sleep after relieving myself manually.
The next day I started at 10 am as I was going to do another late night session for another celebrity from the city, (I am not allowed to say who), but after she and her entourage left it was past eleven and close to midnight.
My boss poured us both a glass of champagne and I was feeling dreamily and a bit moist on my panties. We were in his office and i was sitting on his leather 'une chaise longue', as he liked to call it, and it was here I saw his wife sitting in her tiny panties and suspected he fucked her on it, as my hand caressed the leather, as if looking for a tell-tale wetness, to satisfy my curiosity.
He handed me the champagne flute, brimming with the golden nectar, "Cheers", he said, leaning into my face and he kissed me full on my mouth.
I just melted and kissed him back, why not, I wanted to for a long time and even put my tongue into his mouth to show I was eager.
When he pulled back and stood upright in front of me, there was no mistaking his erection, as it strained under his pants. He saw me look at it at eye level, "You are giving me naughty thoughts", he said quietly and lent back down and kissed me on the mouth again, this time, putting his hand up my skirt and going straight for my magic button, inside my panties and began to masturbate me to full wetness.
I was like a limp rag, my body was writhing under his touches, and then he undid his pants and stepped out of them, "Jesus fucking Christ", went through my head, his dark dick was massive, twice that all around, than my brothers, which I saw when I caught him jacking off.
"It's too big", I whimpered as he towered over me, "It will hurt me", I moaned, drawing my knees back and open to fully expose my girlish crotch, all he had to do was lower himself onto me, and I could feel that cock in my throat, as he balanced himself on his arms, and I did all the moving beneath him, gasping and spluttering as I raised and lowered my hips to slide up and down on his cock.
I could feel my orgasm coming, and I lay back, begging him to fuck me, at least move in and out, when suddenly I became aware we were not alone in the room.
To my shame and horror, his wife had been watching us, standing quietly in the background with a flute of champagne, but not just that, she was completely nude except for stockings and six inch heels, and upon realising she had been spotted by me, finally said to her husband, "You have hit the jackpot darling, you appear to be nailing a virgin", and he smiled and started doing what I had begged him for, he started to fuck me, and my orgasm started to return, even through my fear, I was not in control.
She came across to where we were copulating, and sat down beside me, dipped her finger into the champagne and traced it around my mouth, then, like he did before, lent in and kissed me, only this time, her tongue felt like it was licking my tonsils, while her husbands cock felt like both their organs might meet somewhere in my upper throat.
My head swam, and my body thrilled, until she broke the spell by standing up and straddling my face, as he just pumped and heaved into me. I watched, mesmerised as her open crotch and bald pussy descended onto my mouth, "Stick your tongue inside this", she moaned as her scent and sweet, salty taste filled my mouth and smothered my senses, her cunt was so soft I wanted to bite into her flesh, and the way she rocked and slide on my face I think she would have appreciated feeling my teeth chew on her inner labia.
I was drowning in her excretions, her oestrogen rich lubrication, providing the sweetness that gratified my sweet tooth, and in the background, a hint of salty semen, she was filling my mouth with her dirty little secret, I licked the rim of her hole, and poked a little deeper, drawing her secret lovers ejaculation, cum swapping with a new angle.
I just swallowed hard and gulped down the evidence.
2) The hen night when I got to be a whore.
Intelligent girls from middle class families, love to rub their fannies, imagining themselves as whores, to make them cum.
I speak from experience, because I witnessed my daddy pick one such girl up, and fuck her in the back seat, whilst I sat with my headset on, in the front passenger seat, and listened to my music, which he bought me for my silence.
Later I asked him why, meaning why did he go with such women, and he replied, "Because I love you, and I want you to be there watching me".
I knew my daddy loved me there and then.
As girls we know the empowering effect we have on men if we wear stockings and garter belts. The first time I wore such attire, I masturbated myself whilst looking in a full length mirror, I loved the sight of my female body dressed like that, and putting two and two together, had sex in the back seat of my fathers car, in my head, feeling his cock gratify me. It was a sexual fantasy of course, marrying the two things that turned me on, as long as I kept it in my head and to myself.
When my cousin had her hen night, she insisted the theme was St. Trinians. I had last dressed like that at f******n and used it to pleasure myself, and now, here I was four years later and doing it for real and using my school blouse and tie, the skirt, rolled up around the waist, a tad more than I did at school, to put them hem just below my arse, I knew to bend when I wanted a guy to have me, fuck I was so horny that night.
We all met at a pub not far from our old secondary, laughing and giggling and it was weird to see my old classmates, kitted out like whores and we all agreed the theme was a big turn on, no wonder the guys all got the wrong idea, they were right about our cunts wanting attention.
By the end of the night I was so drunk I just wanted to go home and sleep. Some of the hardier specimens wanted to go to a night club and have extra curricular fun, including my cousin, who was desperate to meet up with an old boyfriend to say goodbye to her single status, "I want to fuck him one more time", she wept into my shoulder, I don't blame her, I shagged him a couple of times, in fact I knew of at least two other girl who bonked him too, his cock was exceptional to slide up and down upon.
I eventually broke away from the group, I doubt if anyone actually noticed the best maid had gone, and now I was walking off the High Street and going down a winding road towards the cab rank close to the railway station, where I saw a couple of the night ladies hawking their mutton to men, desperate for a fuck.
I laughed inwardly, I looked more classic hooker than these women did, though most of them were middle aged and married mothers, whereas I was still a fresh faced teenager pretending.
A car drew up just as a fine drizzle started, which usually meant rain was on its way. I immediately saw he was thinking I was on the game, after all I was showing a lot of stockinged leg.
I looked further down the road to where the real prostitutes were, but they had gone down into the station, to escape the coming rain.
He wound the window down. "How much for a good fuck", he said to me. I had never been spoken to like that before, and it made me jump a little, I never realised it could sound so sexy.
I stepped off the pavement and leaned into the window, "What do you want me to do to you", I asked?
I was visibly shaking, a mixture of the cool weather and the exposure of my crotch and open top, I was after all, scantily dressed.
He was looking at me, as in disbelief, an older man, refined and well dressed, "You're a beauty", he complimented me, "how old are you dear"?
I was going to retort with the old chestnut, "Old enough to be out", but something stopped me, "I'm filling in for my mother", I said, feeling confident and incredibly horny, "she's got the flu", and my voice tapered off as I watched him undo his pants and take his cock out, "I want to penetrate all your holes with this", and he began wanking himself as I watched.
I was wondering if he was trying to get off with a cheapie wank and drive off, so I said, "£500 and you can fuck me anywhere you want".
He stopped wanking, "Right get in", he ordered, but I put my hand into the car and asked for the money first, and stood there in disbelief as he counted out that exact amount.
I suggested he back up a bit and park his car on a bit of spare ground I had passed, which he did and I got into the back seat and he joined me.
He loved fucking me in my stockings and heels, and came in my mouth, as I gagged whenever he was in as far as my tonsils, and he loved the phlegm I boked up, using it as a lubing for a finger fucking of my arsehole.
I told him I was mid teens, and instead of being appalled, it made him fuck with a frenzy. I like being that age again, a theme I could carry off to make men cum quickly.
They had advertised for a girl with limited experience, but willing to learn and put up with all the hours, and in return, would gain entry into the world of media, in which, like every other girl, was our world.
He a really nice, skilled in the chat to customers, he knew how to put someone at ease and I think I immediately had a crush on him, he as good looking and charming, his wife who was a bit aloof, was beautiful and had a body to die for and I was jealous and envious, whenever she arrived unannounced, to have her hair done for a special function and then spent all the time throwing daggers at me, with her stares, and making me pour champagne for her and fetch magazines, all the stuff you do to belittle a person.
One night after she had been drinking quite a lot they went into the back office and closed the door. The clock was at eight thirty and I had planned to meet some friends at a pub, so I went to knock on the door and tell them I was leaving, when I stopped I stopped in my tracks, and heard her accuse me of fucking him behind her back.
I was shocked and wavered on my feet. It was a lie, there was nothing between us and never had been in the six months or so I had been working there, yes I had been fantasising about sex, but what ovulating girl does not think about sex with her dominant boss, especially as the antisocial work hours meant I was missing out on going out on dates and the chance for casual even meaningless sex.
I masturbated, and he was my fantasy, but hearing your name shouted out by a drunk wife, made me jump and waver with shock, so yes I felt a tad guilty about my immoral sexual mind games, but that was all it was about.
I knocked, and he came to the door. I was taken aback a little, as he was stripped to his waist and as I peered over his shoulder, I saw why, she was just wearing a tiny pair of panties, and he saw it in my face as I stared, "I need to go now", I stammered and he agreed, and he came out of the office and went to the cash register, opened it and gave me £50, "You go treat your self, you did well tonight and I will see you in the morning", and then turned and went back to her, no doubt to have sex.
My head was spinning, his scent was heady and his muscular torso, made the elastic in my knickers melt away, he could have taken me there and then, and I would have begged for more.
I did enjoy my night out, and how I kept my thoughts to myself about what I had experienced was nothing short of a miracle, because when I got home, I only got to sleep after relieving myself manually.
The next day I started at 10 am as I was going to do another late night session for another celebrity from the city, (I am not allowed to say who), but after she and her entourage left it was past eleven and close to midnight.
My boss poured us both a glass of champagne and I was feeling dreamily and a bit moist on my panties. We were in his office and i was sitting on his leather 'une chaise longue', as he liked to call it, and it was here I saw his wife sitting in her tiny panties and suspected he fucked her on it, as my hand caressed the leather, as if looking for a tell-tale wetness, to satisfy my curiosity.
He handed me the champagne flute, brimming with the golden nectar, "Cheers", he said, leaning into my face and he kissed me full on my mouth.
I just melted and kissed him back, why not, I wanted to for a long time and even put my tongue into his mouth to show I was eager.
When he pulled back and stood upright in front of me, there was no mistaking his erection, as it strained under his pants. He saw me look at it at eye level, "You are giving me naughty thoughts", he said quietly and lent back down and kissed me on the mouth again, this time, putting his hand up my skirt and going straight for my magic button, inside my panties and began to masturbate me to full wetness.
I was like a limp rag, my body was writhing under his touches, and then he undid his pants and stepped out of them, "Jesus fucking Christ", went through my head, his dark dick was massive, twice that all around, than my brothers, which I saw when I caught him jacking off.
"It's too big", I whimpered as he towered over me, "It will hurt me", I moaned, drawing my knees back and open to fully expose my girlish crotch, all he had to do was lower himself onto me, and I could feel that cock in my throat, as he balanced himself on his arms, and I did all the moving beneath him, gasping and spluttering as I raised and lowered my hips to slide up and down on his cock.
I could feel my orgasm coming, and I lay back, begging him to fuck me, at least move in and out, when suddenly I became aware we were not alone in the room.
To my shame and horror, his wife had been watching us, standing quietly in the background with a flute of champagne, but not just that, she was completely nude except for stockings and six inch heels, and upon realising she had been spotted by me, finally said to her husband, "You have hit the jackpot darling, you appear to be nailing a virgin", and he smiled and started doing what I had begged him for, he started to fuck me, and my orgasm started to return, even through my fear, I was not in control.
She came across to where we were copulating, and sat down beside me, dipped her finger into the champagne and traced it around my mouth, then, like he did before, lent in and kissed me, only this time, her tongue felt like it was licking my tonsils, while her husbands cock felt like both their organs might meet somewhere in my upper throat.
My head swam, and my body thrilled, until she broke the spell by standing up and straddling my face, as he just pumped and heaved into me. I watched, mesmerised as her open crotch and bald pussy descended onto my mouth, "Stick your tongue inside this", she moaned as her scent and sweet, salty taste filled my mouth and smothered my senses, her cunt was so soft I wanted to bite into her flesh, and the way she rocked and slide on my face I think she would have appreciated feeling my teeth chew on her inner labia.
I was drowning in her excretions, her oestrogen rich lubrication, providing the sweetness that gratified my sweet tooth, and in the background, a hint of salty semen, she was filling my mouth with her dirty little secret, I licked the rim of her hole, and poked a little deeper, drawing her secret lovers ejaculation, cum swapping with a new angle.
I just swallowed hard and gulped down the evidence.
2) The hen night when I got to be a whore.
Intelligent girls from middle class families, love to rub their fannies, imagining themselves as whores, to make them cum.
I speak from experience, because I witnessed my daddy pick one such girl up, and fuck her in the back seat, whilst I sat with my headset on, in the front passenger seat, and listened to my music, which he bought me for my silence.
Later I asked him why, meaning why did he go with such women, and he replied, "Because I love you, and I want you to be there watching me".
I knew my daddy loved me there and then.
As girls we know the empowering effect we have on men if we wear stockings and garter belts. The first time I wore such attire, I masturbated myself whilst looking in a full length mirror, I loved the sight of my female body dressed like that, and putting two and two together, had sex in the back seat of my fathers car, in my head, feeling his cock gratify me. It was a sexual fantasy of course, marrying the two things that turned me on, as long as I kept it in my head and to myself.
When my cousin had her hen night, she insisted the theme was St. Trinians. I had last dressed like that at f******n and used it to pleasure myself, and now, here I was four years later and doing it for real and using my school blouse and tie, the skirt, rolled up around the waist, a tad more than I did at school, to put them hem just below my arse, I knew to bend when I wanted a guy to have me, fuck I was so horny that night.
We all met at a pub not far from our old secondary, laughing and giggling and it was weird to see my old classmates, kitted out like whores and we all agreed the theme was a big turn on, no wonder the guys all got the wrong idea, they were right about our cunts wanting attention.
By the end of the night I was so drunk I just wanted to go home and sleep. Some of the hardier specimens wanted to go to a night club and have extra curricular fun, including my cousin, who was desperate to meet up with an old boyfriend to say goodbye to her single status, "I want to fuck him one more time", she wept into my shoulder, I don't blame her, I shagged him a couple of times, in fact I knew of at least two other girl who bonked him too, his cock was exceptional to slide up and down upon.
I eventually broke away from the group, I doubt if anyone actually noticed the best maid had gone, and now I was walking off the High Street and going down a winding road towards the cab rank close to the railway station, where I saw a couple of the night ladies hawking their mutton to men, desperate for a fuck.
I laughed inwardly, I looked more classic hooker than these women did, though most of them were middle aged and married mothers, whereas I was still a fresh faced teenager pretending.
A car drew up just as a fine drizzle started, which usually meant rain was on its way. I immediately saw he was thinking I was on the game, after all I was showing a lot of stockinged leg.
I looked further down the road to where the real prostitutes were, but they had gone down into the station, to escape the coming rain.
He wound the window down. "How much for a good fuck", he said to me. I had never been spoken to like that before, and it made me jump a little, I never realised it could sound so sexy.
I stepped off the pavement and leaned into the window, "What do you want me to do to you", I asked?
I was visibly shaking, a mixture of the cool weather and the exposure of my crotch and open top, I was after all, scantily dressed.
He was looking at me, as in disbelief, an older man, refined and well dressed, "You're a beauty", he complimented me, "how old are you dear"?
I was going to retort with the old chestnut, "Old enough to be out", but something stopped me, "I'm filling in for my mother", I said, feeling confident and incredibly horny, "she's got the flu", and my voice tapered off as I watched him undo his pants and take his cock out, "I want to penetrate all your holes with this", and he began wanking himself as I watched.
I was wondering if he was trying to get off with a cheapie wank and drive off, so I said, "£500 and you can fuck me anywhere you want".
He stopped wanking, "Right get in", he ordered, but I put my hand into the car and asked for the money first, and stood there in disbelief as he counted out that exact amount.
I suggested he back up a bit and park his car on a bit of spare ground I had passed, which he did and I got into the back seat and he joined me.
He loved fucking me in my stockings and heels, and came in my mouth, as I gagged whenever he was in as far as my tonsils, and he loved the phlegm I boked up, using it as a lubing for a finger fucking of my arsehole.
I told him I was mid teens, and instead of being appalled, it made him fuck with a frenzy. I like being that age again, a theme I could carry off to make men cum quickly.
Marisol
- 27.01.2023
- 31
- 0
Andersonville 12 The Day Linda Anderson Came To Town
- 3 years ago
- 209
- 0
Randi s Vacation Part 3 of Randi
- 4 years ago
- 277
- 0
