Sexting With A Chennai Aunty
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"Now!"
It was a quiet command to her, as well as a warning to her that I was going to flood her mouth. We came together. I had so much stored jism pumping into her oral cavity, it flowed out her nose. It dripped to the floor beneath my chair.
I sat back in the chair, and placed the broken armrests on the table. I would fix them later. Right now, I was totally drained, exhausted, exhilarated. I had won! I didn't even want to think about what would have happened if I had lost. I had won! We would marry.
I understood she had not agreed to a time frame and I grinned, thinking of the next bet we would make in order to set the date. I was about to mention this to her, but stopped as I watched her thoroughly clean my semi-erect cock with her tongue. She then bent completely over and licked my foot clean. She proceeded from there to lick up the drops of cum, hers and mine that had fallen to the kitchen floor.
Sitting back on her heels when she finished, she waited for me to speak, but I was speechless. I was not used to this behavior, had never seen it before, but was damned sure I could get used to it real quick. If I could just figure out what was going on.
A slight motion of my hand, and she slipped up and settled on my lap, facing me, one leg out to either side of my hips. My stiffening organ nestled against her gaping cunt, and as I hardened and lengthened, she shifted back and forth so that it grew up into her. As it stiffened, I felt her contract almost continuously, her green eyes now lidded.
I lifted her knees, bringing her feet off the floor. This forced her to settle completely on my cock with her entire weight. A tremendous sob tore from her as she gasped out my name.
"Oh, Laaarry!" The pressure her muscles exerted on me felt like she was going to snap my cock off at the base. As she slowly relaxed from this major climax, she tipped forward and nestled her face in the crook of my neck. For a while I thought she was asleep until I felt her lips gently working.
Damn! A hickey! That mischievous minx! I had an important meeting on Friday with a new client.
Without thinking, I swatted at her ass with my open hand. It was just a light slap, honest! I was not prepared for her response. It was as if every muscle in her body, including those gripping my prick for dear life, contracted at their greatest strength. Her legs shot rigid out behind the chair. Her back arched even more, offering her glorious breasts to my mouth. This seizure/climax seemed to last forever, until she could finally gasp out a plea.
"God! Shit! Fuck! Oh, God! Please, Larry. Stop for a minute. Uuuhhh. We have, uuuhhh, to talk," she finally got out.
I stopped toying with her tits reluctantly. I waited for her to get off my prick. I waited for her to ask to be untied. Her arms must be aching by now. I waited.
She didn't move off my staff, nor did she ask to be released. She jumped right in, no hesitation this time.
"My last boyfriend ... You have to know ... He hurt Janey ... And me..."
She was speaking in gasps. I shushed her, bringing my lips to hers. She stayed right there in my face, resting her forehead on mine, her nose smashed against mine. I traced her lips with my tongue, tasting myself on her. In many ways, this felt more intimate than fucking her.
"Gary, the bastard, was my last boyfriend before you, about four years ago," she said, when she had calmed down a bit.
I did the math in my head. Janey had been ten or eleven years old.
"We had been together a long time, two years or so, and over time, I came to relax my guard around him. I guess I let myself believe we were in love, although I knew we weren't.
"He was good with Janey at first, spending time with her, rough-housing as only a guy can with a young girl. She seemed to like him. They were inseparable on weekends, and, after she was in bed, he would fuck me silly. Things were great for the first 6 months or so.
"Then one night he said he wanted to try something different. He used a belt or something and tied me to the bed. I went wild. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced up until then. I mean, I knew what bondage was from, well, before and had dabbled, but Gary took it seriously. When he tied me up, it was for real, even that first time.
"He saw my reaction to it and rapidly introduced me to more and more bondage and domination, the stricter the better. I got hooked on it, really hooked. It was the closest thing I have ever had to an addiction. When I was tied up, I felt exhilaration, a real rush. For the first time in my life, I could relax sexually, just let go. When I was bound, I was free.
"It sounds strange, but please try to understand. All my life I had had to maintain control over my sexual urges. But when I was tied up, it was as if I wasn't in control anymore. I could give full vent to my passionate side. It was a heady, dangerous thing to do, but I gave into it. I surrendered to it totally and, unfortunately, to Gary.
"I didn't know Gary was deeper into it than I was, actually closer to S&M. Humiliation, my humiliation, began to play an increasingly greater part of our playtimes, or 'scenes, ' as he called them. I won't go into everything that went on, but I can't think of anything that he didn't make me do. Nothing was too disgusting or vile. He used just enough bondage to keep me hooked, and I crawled willingly along after him.
"Gary had a great thing going. He bragged about it to his friends. First he just brought them over to show me off; first just one, then two, then more. At one party, he let someone else tie me up. The next, someone else whipped me. Then he gave me away sexually to his friends. Parties, weekends, you name it.
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