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During the 1990s I used to be involved with running residential summer conferences, it could get fairly intensive but I did get to meet some lovely sexy women, some of whom were up for some extra-curricular activity. One such woman was Sally, a 40 something blonde with a nice round bottom, and biggish bust. It was fairly obvious where things were headed just days into the conference Sally attended. By about the fourth day we were in bed, Sally stripping off to reveal a lovely figure, and quickly kneeling to take my cock in her mouth. Sally told me that she had had a sexless marriage, but it was very obvious she intended to make up for lost time!
Sally liked to dress up for me, always wearing stockings, and silky knickers under her skirt. Her favourite position was kneeling, head down, skirt up, knickers round her knees for me to fuck her. I loved the view of stocking tops, white buttocks, and peachy bottom. Sally got very wet, very quickly so it was always easy to push my cock home. And a wet cunt that wasn’t too tight meant I could keep going for a decent length of time. With a combination of tongue, fingers and my cock Sally would squirt, the first woman I ever met who did so. All too soon the week was over, after a hot and sticky Saturday morning fuck we said our goodbyes promising to write.
Well write we did, probably a couple of letters a week, normally about how we’d like to fuck each other. It was probably Sally’s fifth or sixth letter that did it. A couple of pages of various sexual fantasies, she suddenly came out with how she’d like to go over my knee for a spanking. I knew she was at work, and had her own office, so I picked up the phone. I asked Sally about the spanking and then it all came out, it was a fantasy she had kept subdued for decades, she was into the whole corporal punishment thing, uniforms, spanking and being caned, just she’d never done it.
So the following summer Sally persuaded her boss to allow her to attend another conference. We eyed each during the welcome drinks, and, as soon as we could, shot off to my bedroom. Sally went straight over knees for a really hard spanking. Naturally I rubbed her buttocks better afterwards, exploring her wet slit as I did so. Sally soon had her lips clamped round my cock, and before it was too late I pushed her back onto the bed and fucked her. I’d smuggled a cane and gym shoe into my room, and Sally had raided the charity shops in her hometown for uniform items. So every night Sally would dress up, bend over, hands on knees to be slippered or caned. Sometimes we didn’t bother with the bed, I would slide my cock into her while she was still bending. Sometimes we would be in the bar and I would send her to bed. Going up ten or so minutes later, Sally would be waiting, white blouse, blue uniform knickers, and a pleated skirt, and she would bend over to be disciplined.
Towards the end of the week there was a free morning. I asked Sally whether she fancied some outdoor sex, something she was well up for. We got the bus into town, jumping off next to the start of a footpath that followed a river deep into the countryside. It was a walk I knew well, as an ex and I used to take the same route for some outdoors fun. I had taken along a penknife, and spotting what looked like a whippy branch cut it off. About half a mile down the path was a disused railway embankment, now covered in bushes and trees, helping Sally up we clambered to the top. The top was narrow and quite overgrown, however at the far end it opened out into a small clearing. I knew from experience that had a great view over the river, and was quite private.
Sally turned to me and we embraced, she really was a great kisser, her lips moved in a most delicate way. I ran my hands over her lovely body, reaching under her skirt for a feel of stocking top. Sally rubbed my cock through the fabric of my chinos. By this time we were very turned on. I turned her round pushing her shoulders down so she took a bending position. Up came her skirt, and down went her silky knickers. I ran my hand between her thighs feeling for her wet pussy, and yes it was very wet. Picking up the switch I thrashed her bottom, Sally gasped but stayed in position. The punishment continued, the stripes quickly building up across Sally’s lovely plump bum. After about two dozen I gently helped her down into a kneeling position and slid my hard cock into her, running my hands over her very red buttocks. After this excitement I wasn’t going to last long, and soon I was cumming into her wet hole. Sally carefully slid down, holding my cock cradled between her buttocks, me on top as we recovered. Naturally I went down on Sally tasting her juicy cunt and licking her clit. Sally opened her blouse and cupped both breasts out, teasing her hard nipples. A short while later she came too. We lay together in the warm sunshine, gently stroking each other, until my cock hardened and Sally wanted me back inside her. Sally lay back, knees up and I pushed deep into her hairy pussy. Later that evening Sally told me she hadn’t realised what I was up to cutting the switch, until it was coming down hard on her buttocks!
Sally and I met perhaps a half dozen times or so after this. It wasn’t easy as we lived a couple of hundred miles away from each other. When we did meet it was to spank and to fuck, and to share each others fantasies. Finally it was time for the two of us to move on. Sally had found herself a young film lecturer in her hometown, and had moved out of the family home. We still kept in touch, and I asked Sally whether her new man was spanking her, no he hasn’t, she explained as she wanted to keep her spanking memories and experiences for our relationship. I was a bit taken aback by this and urged her to open out to her new man about her fantasies. It’s now over ten years since we were both in touch, I hope Sally is still enjoying a very naughty sex life.
During the 1990s I used to be involved with running residential summer conferences, it could get fairly intensive but I did get to meet some lovely sexy women, some of whom were up for some extra-curricular activity. One such woman was Sally, a 40 something blonde with a nice round bottom, and biggish bust. It was fairly obvious where things were headed just days into the conference Sally attended. By about the fourth day we were in bed, Sally stripping off to reveal a lovely figure, and quickly kneeling to take my cock in her mouth. Sally told me that she had had a sexless marriage, but it was very obvious she intended to make up for lost time!
Sally liked to dress up for me, always wearing stockings, and silky knickers under her skirt. Her favourite position was kneeling, head down, skirt up, knickers round her knees for me to fuck her. I loved the view of stocking tops, white buttocks, and peachy bottom. Sally got very wet, very quickly so it was always easy to push my cock home. And a wet cunt that wasn’t too tight meant I could keep going for a decent length of time. With a combination of tongue, fingers and my cock Sally would squirt, the first woman I ever met who did so. All too soon the week was over, after a hot and sticky Saturday morning fuck we said our goodbyes promising to write.
Well write we did, probably a couple of letters a week, normally about how we’d like to fuck each other. It was probably Sally’s fifth or sixth letter that did it. A couple of pages of various sexual fantasies, she suddenly came out with how she’d like to go over my knee for a spanking. I knew she was at work, and had her own office, so I picked up the phone. I asked Sally about the spanking and then it all came out, it was a fantasy she had kept subdued for decades, she was into the whole corporal punishment thing, uniforms, spanking and being caned, just she’d never done it.
So the following summer Sally persuaded her boss to allow her to attend another conference. We eyed each during the welcome drinks, and, as soon as we could, shot off to my bedroom. Sally went straight over knees for a really hard spanking. Naturally I rubbed her buttocks better afterwards, exploring her wet slit as I did so. Sally soon had her lips clamped round my cock, and before it was too late I pushed her back onto the bed and fucked her. I’d smuggled a cane and gym shoe into my room, and Sally had raided the charity shops in her hometown for uniform items. So every night Sally would dress up, bend over, hands on knees to be slippered or caned. Sometimes we didn’t bother with the bed, I would slide my cock into her while she was still bending. Sometimes we would be in the bar and I would send her to bed. Going up ten or so minutes later, Sally would be waiting, white blouse, blue uniform knickers, and a pleated skirt, and she would bend over to be disciplined.
Towards the end of the week there was a free morning. I asked Sally whether she fancied some outdoor sex, something she was well up for. We got the bus into town, jumping off next to the start of a footpath that followed a river deep into the countryside. It was a walk I knew well, as an ex and I used to take the same route for some outdoors fun. I had taken along a penknife, and spotting what looked like a whippy branch cut it off. About half a mile down the path was a disused railway embankment, now covered in bushes and trees, helping Sally up we clambered to the top. The top was narrow and quite overgrown, however at the far end it opened out into a small clearing. I knew from experience that had a great view over the river, and was quite private.
Sally turned to me and we embraced, she really was a great kisser, her lips moved in a most delicate way. I ran my hands over her lovely body, reaching under her skirt for a feel of stocking top. Sally rubbed my cock through the fabric of my chinos. By this time we were very turned on. I turned her round pushing her shoulders down so she took a bending position. Up came her skirt, and down went her silky knickers. I ran my hand between her thighs feeling for her wet pussy, and yes it was very wet. Picking up the switch I thrashed her bottom, Sally gasped but stayed in position. The punishment continued, the stripes quickly building up across Sally’s lovely plump bum. After about two dozen I gently helped her down into a kneeling position and slid my hard cock into her, running my hands over her very red buttocks. After this excitement I wasn’t going to last long, and soon I was cumming into her wet hole. Sally carefully slid down, holding my cock cradled between her buttocks, me on top as we recovered. Naturally I went down on Sally tasting her juicy cunt and licking her clit. Sally opened her blouse and cupped both breasts out, teasing her hard nipples. A short while later she came too. We lay together in the warm sunshine, gently stroking each other, until my cock hardened and Sally wanted me back inside her. Sally lay back, knees up and I pushed deep into her hairy pussy. Later that evening Sally told me she hadn’t realised what I was up to cutting the switch, until it was coming down hard on her buttocks!
Sally and I met perhaps a half dozen times or so after this. It wasn’t easy as we lived a couple of hundred miles away from each other. When we did meet it was to spank and to fuck, and to share each others fantasies. Finally it was time for the two of us to move on. Sally had found herself a young film lecturer in her hometown, and had moved out of the family home. We still kept in touch, and I asked Sally whether her new man was spanking her, no he hasn’t, she explained as she wanted to keep her spanking memories and experiences for our relationship. I was a bit taken aback by this and urged her to open out to her new man about her fantasies. It’s now over ten years since we were both in touch, I hope Sally is still enjoying a very naughty sex life.
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