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Three short stories for you to digest, tell me which of the three did it for you in the comments, and perhaps I can indulge once I know, with more of the same. Fridagirl
1.) A Hidden desire surfaces, one I never knew I had
I knew him from school, around grade 8, when he was around me he behaved possessive, so I gave him a wide berth and ignored him, which was weird, because it just seemed to make him more determined and I began to despise him and I went out of my way to humiliate him and got some boys to bitch slap him around until he got the message, "Stay to fuck away".
By freshman stage he was gone, but bitter, humiliated and angry, even more so as I was getting myself a reputation as a fun girl to be with, and he was getting nothing out of this little candy store of goodies.
I was second year Uni when we all rolled out of the pub one Saturday morning, we were all going to the football game for a scream and a laugh when we finished up in a supermarket buying sandwiches and sweets, and so on, when the boy I was with, suggested, him and I, adjourn to the toilets for some 'In and out action', so we went in search for the rest rooms, stopping off at some deserted place for a kiss and a cuddle, and by the time we were close we were getting a little too hot under our collars, so in the kitchen section of the store, with no one around, I dropped my pants and let him take me and to be honest, it was more me than him, as I got completely naked and let him photo me.
I don't even remember experiencing an orgasm, I was so high on having just run bare-assed and fucked publicly I was tingling all through my body, I had never felt so alive, it was like as if I had taken d**gs.
I needed to pee so I went off in search of the loos and soon found them, the guy I was with went to find the others. When I came out, there he was, my nemesis from my early years in school, some seven years later, standing at the front of the entrance of the female toilets, "You need to come with me Frida", he said sternly, he looked different and I had to think, but he was clearly with the store we were in, he had the identifying badge and so on so it was that that made me check myself, and the fact he used my name.
"Who are you, why, what do you want"? I was momentarily confused as I looked around for my friends. He had an iPad with him and pushed it in my face, and there I was with my boy having sex in the kitchen, and his voice in my ears, "You need to follow me, or we shall just inform the police and you will be arrested for public indecency".
I had forgotten about in-store CCTV, and as I dutifully started to follow him, it clicked, it was him that boy from school I used to call my bitch.
We went into the office section and walked all the way through to the back, it was obvious he was pretty big in the store, and clearly my charm was not going to work on him, he clearly still hated me for all the torment and hurt I caused him.
"What are you going to do", I asked him as he sat down and scrutinised the video of me fucking? He looked at me and then back down to the action and I felt humiliated and frightened, I needed my friends right now, as on my own I felt vulnerable.
"Call the police, have you arrested and make sure this gets onto the internet with all your personal details". He was revelling at how easily I was crumbling, he had me over a barrel, and then he lifted the phone, "I'm calling them now, you fucking slut", he spat out, and I started to cry, "Look I'm sorry for everything", I knew what he felt was deep seated and I got up and went round the desk and put my hand on his, holding the phone, "Please don't" I begged.
I was staring into his face, up close and personal, and then we kissed and as out mouths locked, I knew of a way out and threw myself into it, as he stood up, I felt my pants being pushed over my hips, I knew sex was all I had to give him and if I relaxed and just let him have his way, this would disappear.
He fucked me so hard his desk moved three times its distance, the same number of times he got me off, I was a wreck my body was used for sex with two guys and doing stuff I never thought possible and all within an hour. When he had finished with me, I lay naked on his office floor like a spent condom with him towering over me, his cock like the proverbial babies arm holding an apple, this guy was hung like a donkey and had just tore me a new hole in my crotch.
I hated to admit it, it was the best and most satisfying fuck I had ever had.
I hurt in a pleasant way, as I lay at his feet, then he sat down and spread his thighs, reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled me unceremoniously, and hurtfully, up to his crotch, "Clean me bitch", and my face was in his balls and cock, as I wetted my tongue and did as he bade, with a strange satisfying feeling as my tongue licked everything from his arsehole to his cock slit, where his cum had flooded inside me, there was a strange satisfactory feeling in doing this service for him, as I retraced my previous lickings, and began to taste my own spit.
he then ordered me to stand up, and opening his desk drawer, produced a blindfold, which he made me wear, and Velcro cuffs, and anklets, to which I was fastened to his wall, facing his desk, as if crucified on St. Andrews cross itself.
I had never experienced a ball gag so once implemented, I began to salivate uncontrollably out of the sides of my mouth, as he just stood in front of my trussed up naked body and felt him finger me and twist my clitoris until it hurt, then he was gone, locking the door behind him, he went back to work, his lunch time over, and I his meal, hanging on his wall, awaiting her fate at his pleasure, it was all too much as I relaxed and let my bladder empty onto his floor, there really was something about this whole sordid situation that felt as if it was somehow always missing from my life, and the longer time went on, the more I wished him to come back and abuse me.
2.) Even my mother like those big cocks
When my mother was a student, she lived in an attic in an old building in Denmark Street, just across the Tyne Bridge in Newcastle. I don't know if it's still there, but she told me about her time as a student and the old landlord, who was Indian and he was a dirty old bugger and wanted desperately to get into his 18 year old white girl lodgers knickers.
It was a poorer area where the buildings were five high if you included the attic space, and she would lie at night, in her bed, and hear all the sex going on either side of the walls.
As a fire prevention back then, there was a locked door leading into the next attic flat, which belonged to another tenant, as a fire escape, so all you had to do was push the bar to open the door and get out if your house was on fire.
"I could look through gaps in the door and see into the room", she told me, and she could see a lot a girl was not supposed to see.
Back then it was all really short skirts, there were no computers and webcams, what you saw was for real, the sex was real, and masturbation was a huge temptation for a young girl from a farm.
Hot water was a luxury, so to have a bath meant requiring you to go cap in hand to the landlord and ask his permission, to put the boiler on. He had that control and as I found out later, a duplicate key to my apartment, and would let himself in and rummage through my stuff.
His wife had gone back to India for a wedding, and there were two other Indian families renting on the lower floors, he lived on the bottom ground level, and whenever mother returned at night, he would stand at the foot of the stairs looking up her short skirt to see her panties, "I'm sure he saw what he wanted", said mother with a naughty innuendo, "he stunk of cumin and other disgusting spices from curries", she continued, "but once, when I came back late from the students bar, he met me at the foot of the stair, and tried to get me into his living room for another drink".
This was about three months after his wife had left and he was on his own, and when she relented and followed him into the room, he just grabbed her and started kissing her mouth. Mother just stood and let him, she was drunk, and the taste of spices was on his lips. "He was actually a good kisser for a man in his late fifties", she laughed, "but", she interjected, "it was what was going on down below, his dick was rising between my thighs, and I only felt it when it touched my panties, with its head touching my arse cheeks".
She continued with her descriptive prose to say she felt sorry for him as he slobbered all over her face, and she purposely closed her thighs around his enormous shaft, and held him tightly until she felt his cum run down her legs, as he gasped for air, by allowing this little sexual escaped to bear fruition, she almost gave him a heart attack.
When the parted, his sari, or whatever the gown he was wearing is called, was open to reveal his naked withers body, dark brown, but his cock, was and still is the biggest she ever saw, easily 10 or 11 inches.
"Please, please, please", he begged, "say nothing to anyone", but mum turned and walked out and up the stairs to her flat in the attic, took off her boots and saw the extent of his ejaculation down both the back of he long shapely legs and pooled in both boots, "No fucking wonder there are a billion of them, they have the dick and spunk to fertilise any girl first time".
The following week she was doing some 'cramming' in her bedroom and was suffering a mixture of boredom and stress. She was in her undies only and decided to pull the chair over to the skylight and stand with her head and shoulders through the open skylight and watch the sun setting to the east, which was on her right. Being so high up it commanded an amazing view of the Tyne bridge and the Tesco store and Newcastle city centre.
While she stood there another skylight opened and a mans head popped up, his shoulder were bared and he was drinking a can of beer and when he saw mother, he engaged her in conversation. "He was witty and funny as well as drunk", and then he asked me what I was wearing, because he was standing nude on his chair, and it looked as if I was too. Her brassier was strapless, and as she watched him, he put his beer can down and pulled himself up, like an athlete on the parallel bars, high enough to show his pubic hair, which made me laugh and gave me a feeling, a longing, he was turning me on, so as we talked I reached behind and unclasped my brassiere and let it drop.
"I cant Pull myself up like you did", she retorted, but she was feeling very liberated about showing herself, then she had an idea, "Wait", and she got down, pushed the chair away and pushed the small dresser under the skylight, piled some heavy books, and climbed back up, gingerly poking her head through to make sure no one else had joined them, and all was clear she straightened up, exposing her perky little tits, and was given the thumbs up, by the stranger, who made no secret he was starting to jack off looking at my mothers naked torso.
"You're fooking bootiful", he whispered across the six or so meters that separated the skylights, "Are you wanking yourself", queried my now horny mother, he nodded yes, and my mother asked to see him, could he get it for her to watch, and as he struggled to accommodate this horny teen, she manoeuvred the books over and stepped up to reveal her full nudity, and then, like him, she began to rub her pussy.
Neither spoke for the five minutes of mutual masturbation, and then suddenly, he just erupted, his white semen landing on the dark roof tiles and his gasps an acknowledgement of her unbridled beauty and daring. She stopped masturbating when he suddenly lost interest, and within minutes, she was alone, standing naked through her skylight, still enthralled be her daring do, and still very unsatisfied, she just continued her fingering.
Then suddenly and without warning, she felt someone touch her leg and she screamed, not loudly, more muffled, as she looked down her naked body, standing on the books, it was the old man, he too was naked, and now licking her thigh, "It;s alright", he said, between licks, as he became bolder and grabbed her nude buttocks, and licked her wet fingers and pussy, it felt warm and fuzzy, it felt wonderful as she stood and let him devour her needy crotch and brought her to orgasm.
Her knees buckled as she collapsed down through the open skylight and onto the bed, her legs open as the old Indian man climbed between them and pushed hard into her gaping wet and swollen pussy. Mother thought he would never stop until he came out of her mouth, he cupped her tight little bum in his hands and fucked her as she just clung on and begged for more, until she had that final release, that wonderful feeling that begins in your toes and courses through your body in spasmodic waves of bliss, he was a brilliant lover and knew how to bring my mother to orgasm very quickly.
That ability changed their relationship, as the old Indian lover came to the attic daily to fuck her and in many ways, after his wife returned and she finally graduated, she missed that Indian cock filling her pussy, so much so, in her sex toy collection she has a horse dong, she claims it was compatible with his old dick, and when she said it, she has a twinkle in her eye.
3.) Identity theft and back door sex, many women's weakness
Like most modern women we have our digital content stored away, posts, emails, blogs and photos, our intimate moments and incidents to look back upon during our turbulent relationships. Hannah was always encouraged to keep a diary, a small book with a lock and key, to emphasise the importance of keeping personal information away from prying eyes, with the gold key to the lock hung around her neck on a gold chain bought for her by her father.
In today's digital world, the diary was long forgotten and replaced by a mixture of daily scribbling's, photos and likes and dislikes, and then with cloud space and home cloud drives, she developed an even more personal cloud backed up with a pen drive, of every waking moment and intimacy of words and photos, for her eyes only of who she was and what made her tick.
It all began one early morning she had to fly to Europe to attend a conference her boss was unable too. Her capacity was simply to take notes and ask a series of written questions, something quit within he remit.
The private taxi came at the allotted time and delivered her to the airport. The driver gave her his card and suggested she call him prior to returning and he would pick her up, this she did and again he was there, a cheery smile and a welcome home after a pretty stern weekend.
Four days later she once again found herself thrown into the thick of it and had to depart for Europe and again she called the same taxi, and by now he was chatting away as if they were old friends, so she relaxed and was able to lighten up and say a little more about the stress she was feeling. She would be gone four days, "Could he meet her again that early in the morning"?
Of course he could, they were warming to each other.
On the way back he had to pass her house, from where he picked her up. He was enamoured by this attractive youngish woman, possibly 20 years younger than he, and his horrible life hide beneath the thin veneer of politeness people in the service industry have to adopt to ensure continued customer support.
He pulled into a small lay-by and lit a cigarette and smoked as he pondered this woman, he knew she lived alone and wondered what her home looked like, and like him, was she hiding a weakness hid from view.
The thought of being in her home and prowling through her property became a sexual urge, a voyeurism that gave his dick a surge at that moment, because he knew her house was going to be empty.
It was very quite when he arrived and went down the side of the building, it was perfect, her house stood away from prying eyes so he was free to enact his fantasy, and with one quick punch, shielded with his jacket, the glass gave way and his hand felt the warmth of her kitchen as he felt for the key, which he turned and there he was, inside, with the door closed behind him.
He walked around and then upstairs, he bed was unmade and he bent down and could smell her hair on the pillow. It was too much and he felt the sickness and tightness in his stomach as he undid his flies and rubbed his erection on the pillow where her face was a few hours earlier.
He peeled back the duvet and smelled hard where her bum would have been, scoured for pubes and even licked the bed sheet, had she been there at that exact moment, he would have had her, as he felt the force building in him as he stroked his cock for her.
He looked under the bed for a sex toy, then in the bedside cabinet, and he run his node along the lifelike cock, trying desperately to smell her pussy it was too much and he shot a load onto her carpet and then kneeled down and coated her sex toy with his spilt semen, letting it air dry before putting it carefully back into its packaging for her to plunge unknowingly, into her wet pussy coated with her taxi drivers cum, when she was in the mood for sex.
He tidied as much as he could to make it seem undisturbed and went back down to the kitchen. He found an iPod with music, and listened a little before putting it into his pocked, all her favourite songs would be on this he thought.
He was about to leave when he spotted something shiny under a towel in front of the bread box, a laptop, and his heart leapt. He went across and there was a pen-drive in it, he took both and left, the loss of both items would point to a youthful break in.
He went home, still on a high with sexual excitement, her sex toy really got him going, he would know this the next time they met and she would not know he had touch and kissed something that was in her pussy.
He tried to open the laptop but the password was too hard to crack, then he remembered his daughter had a laptop in her bedroom and she was at school, so he fetched it and plugged in the pan-drive and a whole world of this woman opened up before his eyes, he could see her every sexual thought in her diary writings, stuff that women write on the understanding no one will ever see or read, and her photos, taken by boyfriends past and some present, naked and daring, she was no wallflower, she was a sex bomb and at times, as he read her scribbling's, she was desperate for companionship, to be loved, as four out of five were married men just fucking her, she was that desperate.
Her loves and likes, even down to her astrological compatibility signs, he slowly over the four days absorbed who and what she was, he felt like he knew her better than she did herself, he wanted to fuck her and control her and he knew he had the power, because he could become the missing person she craved, one bit at a time, he was going to be on the sidelines for when she called.
He picked her up at the airport a day early, her mother had went around to her house to make sure the basics were there for her arrival back late, and discovered the burglary, called the police and now she needed to be home. She told him all of this, like they were friends and he liked she trusted him, so he offered help' which she appreciated. What excited him most was that she said she would call him again, and he went back into her digital diary looking for weaknesses to exploit, he so desperately wanted to have her under his control.
She called later that evening, she was going into town to meet a friend and she looked so hot, he found it hard not to sound too keen on her. On the way he turned on the music, it was from her collection of favourites and she asked him to turn it up, it was her favourite and he laughed, mine too he said, and as he drove she discovered his likes and dislikes uncannily similar to hers, thus tying him closer to her as a kindred spirit, but he had the common sense to keep his distance let her reach out to him, then he would have her.
She had been drinking prior to being picked up, she was going to town to meet a boyfriend and when she mentioned his name he remembered the writings and the intimacy of the sex she had enjoyed with him, and it made him angry inside, he was younger and more handsome and now she was looking to meet him for more sex, and he could smell her wanton need for cock sitting in the back of his cab getting excited about being fucked that night.
"This is great, just over there", she indicated and then she sat forward as she was behind him, and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm glad I found you", she said, "you mean more to me than you think", and she was gone, running towards the bar where she was going to meet her date.
He sat there, not looking for pick ups, just absorbed with her and then they appeared, and he watched as they got into his car and drove off.
The following day, whilst in town, he saw the same guy, he was unmistakable, but he was with a woman a c***d and pushing a pram, he was married, did she know that, he doubted it, that would make five out of six men she fucked were married, she was so fucking pathetic, how could she fall for it every time?
That's when he suddenly realised he had her. He took out his phone and photographed him and his family, printed them out on the printer with the cab company he worked part time with, and when she was at work, posted them through her letterbox, now she would see her folly, she was being banged by another married guy.
He was not too far away when she called for a fare to town. When he arrived she was in a state, and had been drinking, he comforted her until they arrived at the same bar, where he worked, he was a fucking barman, but she told him to wait, she just had to say something, and then he saw the same envelope he had shoved through her letterbox, it had worked, she was going to confront him and come back to him, tonight he should make his move she was going to need support and love, and being drunk he could feel his cock hardening at the thought of lying between her open thighs, that was when the passenger door opened and she climbed in beside him, and when she closed the door and the cabin went black he reached across and gathered her up into his arms, and sobbed loudly, into his chest, wearing the aftershave he knew she loved, she clung as he stroked her face and felt the heat of her breath on his chest.
After a few minutes he said quietly, "Come on, let's get you home and too bed, you need proper loving", it was out before he could check himself and they drove to where she lived, and when he stopped the car she turned to him and said, "Did you mean it"?
He looked at her in the darkness, she still smelt and sounded intoxicated? He was not sure what to answer, as she leaned into him and reached around his neck and placed her mouth on his, they were open mouth kissing and he felt her tongue rake his mouth, and her grip on him tighten, "Fuck he thought, she really wants some cock tonight".
They got in through the front door and were naked by the time they fell on her bed, all this time of frustrations and setbacks he was inside her, and fucking her like a wild a****l, her orgasms loud and free, she was like an uncontrollable b**st her fingernail dug deep into his buttocks, as she moaned over and over in her drunken stupor, "Fuck me, give me your baby", he was not wearing a condom, and yes he would love to give her a baby, forever tying her to him, he relaxed and felt his cum shoot into her.
She slept soundly as he lay with her, feeling himself raise again as her young smooth body lay beside him, He touched her, it was barely hours since they last fucked, but she rolled onto her back and opened her legs, he got atop of her and murmured, "Need to get you pregnant" and they started again, my god, this woman wanted him to father her c***d, as he felt her fingernails dig in again.
Hopefully she would never find out how easy it was to own her and eventually control her life, knowing this does make fucking bitches who think they are above and beyond devious men more pleasurable, and he listened to her girlish delight at being possessed by a cock.
1.) A Hidden desire surfaces, one I never knew I had
I knew him from school, around grade 8, when he was around me he behaved possessive, so I gave him a wide berth and ignored him, which was weird, because it just seemed to make him more determined and I began to despise him and I went out of my way to humiliate him and got some boys to bitch slap him around until he got the message, "Stay to fuck away".
By freshman stage he was gone, but bitter, humiliated and angry, even more so as I was getting myself a reputation as a fun girl to be with, and he was getting nothing out of this little candy store of goodies.
I was second year Uni when we all rolled out of the pub one Saturday morning, we were all going to the football game for a scream and a laugh when we finished up in a supermarket buying sandwiches and sweets, and so on, when the boy I was with, suggested, him and I, adjourn to the toilets for some 'In and out action', so we went in search for the rest rooms, stopping off at some deserted place for a kiss and a cuddle, and by the time we were close we were getting a little too hot under our collars, so in the kitchen section of the store, with no one around, I dropped my pants and let him take me and to be honest, it was more me than him, as I got completely naked and let him photo me.
I don't even remember experiencing an orgasm, I was so high on having just run bare-assed and fucked publicly I was tingling all through my body, I had never felt so alive, it was like as if I had taken d**gs.
I needed to pee so I went off in search of the loos and soon found them, the guy I was with went to find the others. When I came out, there he was, my nemesis from my early years in school, some seven years later, standing at the front of the entrance of the female toilets, "You need to come with me Frida", he said sternly, he looked different and I had to think, but he was clearly with the store we were in, he had the identifying badge and so on so it was that that made me check myself, and the fact he used my name.
"Who are you, why, what do you want"? I was momentarily confused as I looked around for my friends. He had an iPad with him and pushed it in my face, and there I was with my boy having sex in the kitchen, and his voice in my ears, "You need to follow me, or we shall just inform the police and you will be arrested for public indecency".
I had forgotten about in-store CCTV, and as I dutifully started to follow him, it clicked, it was him that boy from school I used to call my bitch.
We went into the office section and walked all the way through to the back, it was obvious he was pretty big in the store, and clearly my charm was not going to work on him, he clearly still hated me for all the torment and hurt I caused him.
"What are you going to do", I asked him as he sat down and scrutinised the video of me fucking? He looked at me and then back down to the action and I felt humiliated and frightened, I needed my friends right now, as on my own I felt vulnerable.
"Call the police, have you arrested and make sure this gets onto the internet with all your personal details". He was revelling at how easily I was crumbling, he had me over a barrel, and then he lifted the phone, "I'm calling them now, you fucking slut", he spat out, and I started to cry, "Look I'm sorry for everything", I knew what he felt was deep seated and I got up and went round the desk and put my hand on his, holding the phone, "Please don't" I begged.
I was staring into his face, up close and personal, and then we kissed and as out mouths locked, I knew of a way out and threw myself into it, as he stood up, I felt my pants being pushed over my hips, I knew sex was all I had to give him and if I relaxed and just let him have his way, this would disappear.
He fucked me so hard his desk moved three times its distance, the same number of times he got me off, I was a wreck my body was used for sex with two guys and doing stuff I never thought possible and all within an hour. When he had finished with me, I lay naked on his office floor like a spent condom with him towering over me, his cock like the proverbial babies arm holding an apple, this guy was hung like a donkey and had just tore me a new hole in my crotch.
I hated to admit it, it was the best and most satisfying fuck I had ever had.
I hurt in a pleasant way, as I lay at his feet, then he sat down and spread his thighs, reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled me unceremoniously, and hurtfully, up to his crotch, "Clean me bitch", and my face was in his balls and cock, as I wetted my tongue and did as he bade, with a strange satisfying feeling as my tongue licked everything from his arsehole to his cock slit, where his cum had flooded inside me, there was a strange satisfactory feeling in doing this service for him, as I retraced my previous lickings, and began to taste my own spit.
he then ordered me to stand up, and opening his desk drawer, produced a blindfold, which he made me wear, and Velcro cuffs, and anklets, to which I was fastened to his wall, facing his desk, as if crucified on St. Andrews cross itself.
I had never experienced a ball gag so once implemented, I began to salivate uncontrollably out of the sides of my mouth, as he just stood in front of my trussed up naked body and felt him finger me and twist my clitoris until it hurt, then he was gone, locking the door behind him, he went back to work, his lunch time over, and I his meal, hanging on his wall, awaiting her fate at his pleasure, it was all too much as I relaxed and let my bladder empty onto his floor, there really was something about this whole sordid situation that felt as if it was somehow always missing from my life, and the longer time went on, the more I wished him to come back and abuse me.
2.) Even my mother like those big cocks
When my mother was a student, she lived in an attic in an old building in Denmark Street, just across the Tyne Bridge in Newcastle. I don't know if it's still there, but she told me about her time as a student and the old landlord, who was Indian and he was a dirty old bugger and wanted desperately to get into his 18 year old white girl lodgers knickers.
It was a poorer area where the buildings were five high if you included the attic space, and she would lie at night, in her bed, and hear all the sex going on either side of the walls.
As a fire prevention back then, there was a locked door leading into the next attic flat, which belonged to another tenant, as a fire escape, so all you had to do was push the bar to open the door and get out if your house was on fire.
"I could look through gaps in the door and see into the room", she told me, and she could see a lot a girl was not supposed to see.
Back then it was all really short skirts, there were no computers and webcams, what you saw was for real, the sex was real, and masturbation was a huge temptation for a young girl from a farm.
Hot water was a luxury, so to have a bath meant requiring you to go cap in hand to the landlord and ask his permission, to put the boiler on. He had that control and as I found out later, a duplicate key to my apartment, and would let himself in and rummage through my stuff.
His wife had gone back to India for a wedding, and there were two other Indian families renting on the lower floors, he lived on the bottom ground level, and whenever mother returned at night, he would stand at the foot of the stairs looking up her short skirt to see her panties, "I'm sure he saw what he wanted", said mother with a naughty innuendo, "he stunk of cumin and other disgusting spices from curries", she continued, "but once, when I came back late from the students bar, he met me at the foot of the stair, and tried to get me into his living room for another drink".
This was about three months after his wife had left and he was on his own, and when she relented and followed him into the room, he just grabbed her and started kissing her mouth. Mother just stood and let him, she was drunk, and the taste of spices was on his lips. "He was actually a good kisser for a man in his late fifties", she laughed, "but", she interjected, "it was what was going on down below, his dick was rising between my thighs, and I only felt it when it touched my panties, with its head touching my arse cheeks".
She continued with her descriptive prose to say she felt sorry for him as he slobbered all over her face, and she purposely closed her thighs around his enormous shaft, and held him tightly until she felt his cum run down her legs, as he gasped for air, by allowing this little sexual escaped to bear fruition, she almost gave him a heart attack.
When the parted, his sari, or whatever the gown he was wearing is called, was open to reveal his naked withers body, dark brown, but his cock, was and still is the biggest she ever saw, easily 10 or 11 inches.
"Please, please, please", he begged, "say nothing to anyone", but mum turned and walked out and up the stairs to her flat in the attic, took off her boots and saw the extent of his ejaculation down both the back of he long shapely legs and pooled in both boots, "No fucking wonder there are a billion of them, they have the dick and spunk to fertilise any girl first time".
The following week she was doing some 'cramming' in her bedroom and was suffering a mixture of boredom and stress. She was in her undies only and decided to pull the chair over to the skylight and stand with her head and shoulders through the open skylight and watch the sun setting to the east, which was on her right. Being so high up it commanded an amazing view of the Tyne bridge and the Tesco store and Newcastle city centre.
While she stood there another skylight opened and a mans head popped up, his shoulder were bared and he was drinking a can of beer and when he saw mother, he engaged her in conversation. "He was witty and funny as well as drunk", and then he asked me what I was wearing, because he was standing nude on his chair, and it looked as if I was too. Her brassier was strapless, and as she watched him, he put his beer can down and pulled himself up, like an athlete on the parallel bars, high enough to show his pubic hair, which made me laugh and gave me a feeling, a longing, he was turning me on, so as we talked I reached behind and unclasped my brassiere and let it drop.
"I cant Pull myself up like you did", she retorted, but she was feeling very liberated about showing herself, then she had an idea, "Wait", and she got down, pushed the chair away and pushed the small dresser under the skylight, piled some heavy books, and climbed back up, gingerly poking her head through to make sure no one else had joined them, and all was clear she straightened up, exposing her perky little tits, and was given the thumbs up, by the stranger, who made no secret he was starting to jack off looking at my mothers naked torso.
"You're fooking bootiful", he whispered across the six or so meters that separated the skylights, "Are you wanking yourself", queried my now horny mother, he nodded yes, and my mother asked to see him, could he get it for her to watch, and as he struggled to accommodate this horny teen, she manoeuvred the books over and stepped up to reveal her full nudity, and then, like him, she began to rub her pussy.
Neither spoke for the five minutes of mutual masturbation, and then suddenly, he just erupted, his white semen landing on the dark roof tiles and his gasps an acknowledgement of her unbridled beauty and daring. She stopped masturbating when he suddenly lost interest, and within minutes, she was alone, standing naked through her skylight, still enthralled be her daring do, and still very unsatisfied, she just continued her fingering.
Then suddenly and without warning, she felt someone touch her leg and she screamed, not loudly, more muffled, as she looked down her naked body, standing on the books, it was the old man, he too was naked, and now licking her thigh, "It;s alright", he said, between licks, as he became bolder and grabbed her nude buttocks, and licked her wet fingers and pussy, it felt warm and fuzzy, it felt wonderful as she stood and let him devour her needy crotch and brought her to orgasm.
Her knees buckled as she collapsed down through the open skylight and onto the bed, her legs open as the old Indian man climbed between them and pushed hard into her gaping wet and swollen pussy. Mother thought he would never stop until he came out of her mouth, he cupped her tight little bum in his hands and fucked her as she just clung on and begged for more, until she had that final release, that wonderful feeling that begins in your toes and courses through your body in spasmodic waves of bliss, he was a brilliant lover and knew how to bring my mother to orgasm very quickly.
That ability changed their relationship, as the old Indian lover came to the attic daily to fuck her and in many ways, after his wife returned and she finally graduated, she missed that Indian cock filling her pussy, so much so, in her sex toy collection she has a horse dong, she claims it was compatible with his old dick, and when she said it, she has a twinkle in her eye.
3.) Identity theft and back door sex, many women's weakness
Like most modern women we have our digital content stored away, posts, emails, blogs and photos, our intimate moments and incidents to look back upon during our turbulent relationships. Hannah was always encouraged to keep a diary, a small book with a lock and key, to emphasise the importance of keeping personal information away from prying eyes, with the gold key to the lock hung around her neck on a gold chain bought for her by her father.
In today's digital world, the diary was long forgotten and replaced by a mixture of daily scribbling's, photos and likes and dislikes, and then with cloud space and home cloud drives, she developed an even more personal cloud backed up with a pen drive, of every waking moment and intimacy of words and photos, for her eyes only of who she was and what made her tick.
It all began one early morning she had to fly to Europe to attend a conference her boss was unable too. Her capacity was simply to take notes and ask a series of written questions, something quit within he remit.
The private taxi came at the allotted time and delivered her to the airport. The driver gave her his card and suggested she call him prior to returning and he would pick her up, this she did and again he was there, a cheery smile and a welcome home after a pretty stern weekend.
Four days later she once again found herself thrown into the thick of it and had to depart for Europe and again she called the same taxi, and by now he was chatting away as if they were old friends, so she relaxed and was able to lighten up and say a little more about the stress she was feeling. She would be gone four days, "Could he meet her again that early in the morning"?
Of course he could, they were warming to each other.
On the way back he had to pass her house, from where he picked her up. He was enamoured by this attractive youngish woman, possibly 20 years younger than he, and his horrible life hide beneath the thin veneer of politeness people in the service industry have to adopt to ensure continued customer support.
He pulled into a small lay-by and lit a cigarette and smoked as he pondered this woman, he knew she lived alone and wondered what her home looked like, and like him, was she hiding a weakness hid from view.
The thought of being in her home and prowling through her property became a sexual urge, a voyeurism that gave his dick a surge at that moment, because he knew her house was going to be empty.
It was very quite when he arrived and went down the side of the building, it was perfect, her house stood away from prying eyes so he was free to enact his fantasy, and with one quick punch, shielded with his jacket, the glass gave way and his hand felt the warmth of her kitchen as he felt for the key, which he turned and there he was, inside, with the door closed behind him.
He walked around and then upstairs, he bed was unmade and he bent down and could smell her hair on the pillow. It was too much and he felt the sickness and tightness in his stomach as he undid his flies and rubbed his erection on the pillow where her face was a few hours earlier.
He peeled back the duvet and smelled hard where her bum would have been, scoured for pubes and even licked the bed sheet, had she been there at that exact moment, he would have had her, as he felt the force building in him as he stroked his cock for her.
He looked under the bed for a sex toy, then in the bedside cabinet, and he run his node along the lifelike cock, trying desperately to smell her pussy it was too much and he shot a load onto her carpet and then kneeled down and coated her sex toy with his spilt semen, letting it air dry before putting it carefully back into its packaging for her to plunge unknowingly, into her wet pussy coated with her taxi drivers cum, when she was in the mood for sex.
He tidied as much as he could to make it seem undisturbed and went back down to the kitchen. He found an iPod with music, and listened a little before putting it into his pocked, all her favourite songs would be on this he thought.
He was about to leave when he spotted something shiny under a towel in front of the bread box, a laptop, and his heart leapt. He went across and there was a pen-drive in it, he took both and left, the loss of both items would point to a youthful break in.
He went home, still on a high with sexual excitement, her sex toy really got him going, he would know this the next time they met and she would not know he had touch and kissed something that was in her pussy.
He tried to open the laptop but the password was too hard to crack, then he remembered his daughter had a laptop in her bedroom and she was at school, so he fetched it and plugged in the pan-drive and a whole world of this woman opened up before his eyes, he could see her every sexual thought in her diary writings, stuff that women write on the understanding no one will ever see or read, and her photos, taken by boyfriends past and some present, naked and daring, she was no wallflower, she was a sex bomb and at times, as he read her scribbling's, she was desperate for companionship, to be loved, as four out of five were married men just fucking her, she was that desperate.
Her loves and likes, even down to her astrological compatibility signs, he slowly over the four days absorbed who and what she was, he felt like he knew her better than she did herself, he wanted to fuck her and control her and he knew he had the power, because he could become the missing person she craved, one bit at a time, he was going to be on the sidelines for when she called.
He picked her up at the airport a day early, her mother had went around to her house to make sure the basics were there for her arrival back late, and discovered the burglary, called the police and now she needed to be home. She told him all of this, like they were friends and he liked she trusted him, so he offered help' which she appreciated. What excited him most was that she said she would call him again, and he went back into her digital diary looking for weaknesses to exploit, he so desperately wanted to have her under his control.
She called later that evening, she was going into town to meet a friend and she looked so hot, he found it hard not to sound too keen on her. On the way he turned on the music, it was from her collection of favourites and she asked him to turn it up, it was her favourite and he laughed, mine too he said, and as he drove she discovered his likes and dislikes uncannily similar to hers, thus tying him closer to her as a kindred spirit, but he had the common sense to keep his distance let her reach out to him, then he would have her.
She had been drinking prior to being picked up, she was going to town to meet a boyfriend and when she mentioned his name he remembered the writings and the intimacy of the sex she had enjoyed with him, and it made him angry inside, he was younger and more handsome and now she was looking to meet him for more sex, and he could smell her wanton need for cock sitting in the back of his cab getting excited about being fucked that night.
"This is great, just over there", she indicated and then she sat forward as she was behind him, and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm glad I found you", she said, "you mean more to me than you think", and she was gone, running towards the bar where she was going to meet her date.
He sat there, not looking for pick ups, just absorbed with her and then they appeared, and he watched as they got into his car and drove off.
The following day, whilst in town, he saw the same guy, he was unmistakable, but he was with a woman a c***d and pushing a pram, he was married, did she know that, he doubted it, that would make five out of six men she fucked were married, she was so fucking pathetic, how could she fall for it every time?
That's when he suddenly realised he had her. He took out his phone and photographed him and his family, printed them out on the printer with the cab company he worked part time with, and when she was at work, posted them through her letterbox, now she would see her folly, she was being banged by another married guy.
He was not too far away when she called for a fare to town. When he arrived she was in a state, and had been drinking, he comforted her until they arrived at the same bar, where he worked, he was a fucking barman, but she told him to wait, she just had to say something, and then he saw the same envelope he had shoved through her letterbox, it had worked, she was going to confront him and come back to him, tonight he should make his move she was going to need support and love, and being drunk he could feel his cock hardening at the thought of lying between her open thighs, that was when the passenger door opened and she climbed in beside him, and when she closed the door and the cabin went black he reached across and gathered her up into his arms, and sobbed loudly, into his chest, wearing the aftershave he knew she loved, she clung as he stroked her face and felt the heat of her breath on his chest.
After a few minutes he said quietly, "Come on, let's get you home and too bed, you need proper loving", it was out before he could check himself and they drove to where she lived, and when he stopped the car she turned to him and said, "Did you mean it"?
He looked at her in the darkness, she still smelt and sounded intoxicated? He was not sure what to answer, as she leaned into him and reached around his neck and placed her mouth on his, they were open mouth kissing and he felt her tongue rake his mouth, and her grip on him tighten, "Fuck he thought, she really wants some cock tonight".
They got in through the front door and were naked by the time they fell on her bed, all this time of frustrations and setbacks he was inside her, and fucking her like a wild a****l, her orgasms loud and free, she was like an uncontrollable b**st her fingernail dug deep into his buttocks, as she moaned over and over in her drunken stupor, "Fuck me, give me your baby", he was not wearing a condom, and yes he would love to give her a baby, forever tying her to him, he relaxed and felt his cum shoot into her.
She slept soundly as he lay with her, feeling himself raise again as her young smooth body lay beside him, He touched her, it was barely hours since they last fucked, but she rolled onto her back and opened her legs, he got atop of her and murmured, "Need to get you pregnant" and they started again, my god, this woman wanted him to father her c***d, as he felt her fingernails dig in again.
Hopefully she would never find out how easy it was to own her and eventually control her life, knowing this does make fucking bitches who think they are above and beyond devious men more pleasurable, and he listened to her girlish delight at being possessed by a cock.
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