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I told her my weakness. I shouldn’t have, I know. But I didn’t anticipate just how useful the tiny piece of information that I shared with her would be… or just how often she would choose to exploit it. I’d thought at the time that it was only fair to ‘throw her a bone’, as she’d unwittingly revealed many weaknesses of her own through our numerous conversations. I should have known better…

I knew that calling her mine made her weak at the knees, grabbing her by her hair made those luscious lips part in a quiet ‘o’ of surprise and anticipation, my hand at her throat made her eyes glaze over with lust, the feel of my mouth on her earlobe and neck made her weak in the knees, and the thought of my fertile semen impregnating her was a guaranteed way to soak her panties with her juices. With such an arsenal at my disposal, I didn’t anticipate her own perceptiveness where I was concerned. It was my mistake.

I woke up this morning to the delicate scent of vanilla subtly invading my senses. I stirred in an attempt to regain my prior sleeping state, but the scent only grew stronger. Battling sleep-heavy eyelids, I peered through slightly squinted eyes to deduce what was going on. Aha. Her long hair, so lovingly brushed out last night after her shower, was now tousled across my pillow to tickle my nose. I reached up to entangle my fingers in the silky strands and brought them to my lips for a reverent kiss. Struck with a fancy, I brought the locks closer, inhaling her scent gently. A smile curved my lips upwards, and I gave a subtle tug to her mane. She didn’t notice.

Levering myself up onto an elbow, I gazed down at her beloved face, replete in the peace of heavy slumber. Shallow breaths slowly moved past her plump, slightly parted lips in dire need of kissing, while her blue eyes twitched restlessly beneath delicate lids. I moved the coverlet down, revealing bare shoulders. Further still to show me the rounded curvature of her bountiful breasts. Oh, but I would worship them for hours, sipping at their nectar until I was drunk with her essence. Unable to control myself, I lowered my head, my tongue rasping against her nipple, relishing the way it instantly puckered up for me. I chuckled quietly, lying my hand on her other breast, forefinger and thumb delicately plucking at the nipple like a taut bowstring.

Her back arched a little, her breath hitched a moment, and I froze, not wanting her to rouse quite yet. In a moment, she settled, and I began to breathe again. My lips wrapped around the crest of her full breast, and I suckled softly, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple. In her sleep, she moaned, and I felt my cock twitch in response. My hand moved up to lightly caress the soft skin of her cheek as my mouth trailed fiery kisses to her other nipple. A breathy sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled against her warm flesh.

My mouth lingered for awhile at her breast, seeking the life-giving nourishment so often given from the twin orbs, but to no avail. I remained parched, wanting, thirsty for more of her. Darting a quick glance at her face, I merely detected traces of arousal among the peaceful sleep she resided in, so I kissed my way down to her most secret area… MY area. My nose nuzzled between her fleshy lips, scenting her aroma, cock rising stiffly almost instantaneously. My tongue darted out for a taste, and I couldn’t restrain a loud moan. She tasted like heaven, beckoned like sin, and I was a most willing fallen angel, tangled in her wings to remain forever bound to her. One long, steady stroke of my tongue along her crease revealed her secret… she was already wet for me. Her juices already flowing, soaking her body, making her pussy lips glisten in calling. She moaned again, hips rising slightly to meet me. I paused, glancing up. Still asleep. But not for long.

I licked again, eyes rolling back into my head in delight as I brought my hand to her opening. Gently, my index finger nudged its way inside her tight opening, twisting to find her g-spot, and then deliberately, steadily, stroking in a rhythm guaranteed to get her going. My tongue rolled unceasingly around her swelling clit, and her breathing increased in intensity. No longer able to contain my moans, I buried my face deeper into her cleft, and was rewarded as her hips began to gyrate against my face, grinding her desperate self against me. I inserted a second finger, staring to move in and out of her, imitating the motion that my rock hard cock was urging me to commence. But I refrained, instead rising above her to lie beside her, keeping my fingers buried deep in her tightness. Using fingers wet from her inner dew to circle a nipple, I leaned close to bite her neck.

‘Arise, my pet,’ I whispered in her ear, biting again. ‘Your Master craves you.’

She moaned, stirring, opening her eyes to look at me in a mixture of surprise and delight.

‘Mmmmm, good morning, Daddy. How can I help you?’ she purred, stretching luxuriously.

‘Fuck me,’ I whispered in her ear, and arrogantly inserted a third finger into her tight pussy. Her eyes expanded in surprise, but I watched her pupils dilate, proof of her roused desire for me. I nibbled her neck, thumb caressing her clit as my three fingers rocked in and out of her wetness. Her arms rose to circle my neck and she pulled me close for a bone-melting kiss. Her tongue traced my lips before diving inside like the temptress I know her to be.

‘With pleasure,’ she spoke huskily to me. ‘How would you like me?’

‘In every way possible,’ I growled in her ear, biting her neck roughly, rewarded instantly with her loud gasp in my own ear. ‘I want you beneath me, taking everything that I want to give you.’

‘Ohhh, yes, Daddy,’ she whispered, eyes closing as, rousing from her sleep-induced stupor, her hips caught the rhythm of my hand and began meeting it. Her velvet interior stroking against my rough hands made my cock begin to throb almost painfully, and I watched her face intently, the bliss I saw spreading over her face making me even hotter.

‘I want to take you however, wherever, and whenever I want to, baby girl,’ I whispered, licking the spot I’d so roughly bitten moment before. ‘At work… at home… out to dinner… in the car… I want to fuck you senseless each time, make you crave me to the point of not recognizing anything else but your lust for me… I want to plant my seed deep within that belly of yours, watch our child thicken your waist, your breasts swell with milk…’

She cried out, hands gripping my wrist as she undulated beneath me, desperate for her coming orgasm. Scraping my teeth along her skin, I latched greedily onto her hardened nipple, biting gently. I was instantly rewarded with a soft scream as she convulsed around my fingers, still buried deeply within her pussy. I moaned softly as her inner muscles spasmed around me, milking my fingers the way I needed her to milk my cock. Back arched, trembling, face flush and eyes glazed, my pet freely came for me, a gift I never cease to watch in amazement. As she tremulously fell back to earth, my fingers withdrew from her depths, only to offer her a taste. Willingly, she opened her lush lips, sucking my fingers into her mouth with a hungry voracity that would have startled me if I didn’t know just how desperately wild I made her.

‘That’s it, pet,’ I encouraged her, roughly forcing all three fingers into her open mouth. She gagged, eyes staring at me intently as she valiantly worked to not involuntarily bite me. My thumb lightly resting under her jaw, I made shallow thrusts of my long fingers into her mouth, relishing the way her eyes watered. ‘Taste yourself, babygirl… Daddy loves that taste, can’t get enough, and neither should you.’ She nodded as well as she could, and I smiled. Gripping lightly, I pulled, the slight pressure on her mouth forcing her to follow my motions. I pulled her upright and onto all fours, where I had the wondrous opportunity to peruse her body in all its naked glory.

Her he
avy breasts swung pendulously beneath her softly curving body. Her rump rose high in the air, round globes enticing and mouth-watering. Her long brown hair swung forward over a graceful shoulder, framing her beautiful face in a cascade of molten chocolate. Her blue eyes gazed at me in trust and passion, and unable to withhold myself, my free hand reached out to roam her body… my personal play land. Caressing the soft roundness of a cheek, I drew back my hand to deliver a stinging slap. She yelped, barely refraining from biting my fingers. I swatted again, harder, on the other cheek. Her gasp had her inhaling my fingers, and swiftly I withdrew my hand before I suffered an unintentional injury.

‘Careful, pet,’ I warned, moving my wet hand to roughly pinch her taut nipple, ‘I won’t tolerate any injuries from you.’

‘Y… yes Sir,’ she gasped, legs trembling as she strove to stay upright against my ministrations on her eager body. My other hand reached between her legs to cup her femininity in my palm.

‘This is mine,’ I spoke harshly in her ear. ‘I allow you to play when it pleases me. I play when it pleases me. I fuck you when it pleases me. And I break you when it pleases me.’

Her breath was sporadic, heavy, evidence of the unquenchable lust that I brought to the normally serene surface of her personality. My hand moved to her other breast, giving its nipple the same treatment as the first. She moaned, lowering her head, a movement that only brought her full ass higher into the air. Unable to resist temptation, my hand rose and fell with unerring accuracy on the quickly reddening tender flesh. She cried out, throwing her head back, and her long hair whipped onto her back. The primality of her stance moved me, and I could contain myself no longer.

Positioning myself behind her, I wrapped her hair around my fist, holding it tight and pulling her head back to expose her throat as I gave one quick, sharp thrust into the entrance of Eden. Vocal chords opened, she keened loudly, and I felt her pussy clench around my cock. Not bothering to smother a grin, I drove into her willing flesh again and again, feeling it squeeze me, pull me into her depths in an intimate caress that only lovers share. Her gasps with each entrance entranced me, and I kept going, a smooth steady pace that had her breasts swaying.

The headiness of my power caught my breath, and my hips increased their tempo in response. I pulled her hair more until she no longer was able to use her hands and arms to balance herself, but rather was held vertical only by her hair and what little strength in her legs that she still possessed. Her gasps and moans gave way to desperate cries for fulfillment, and I reached forward, cupping her breasts with both hands as I reluctantly relinquished my hold on her satiny mane. I pulled her into me, her back pressed tightly into my chest, fingers roughly pawing at her breasts and viciously pinching and twisting her erect nipples as my hard cock drove in a steady rhythm into her warm, wet depths.

Her cries increased in volume and intensity, and I leaned forward to bite her neck, claiming her as mine, marking her in a way that no other man would ever be able to do again. ‘You are mine,’ I told her succinctly, moving a hand to her throat. ‘You will always be mine… my lover, my mate, my heart and my soul.’ Increasing pressure, I waited to hear her breathing shallow to the point of gasping for air. Her head rested against my shoulder, and I watched her face redden even more as I pounded away at her sopping wet cunt. ‘I will never leave you… I will always love, protect, and cherish you… and I will always fuck you exactly how I want.’

‘Yes… yes… yes…’ her mouth formed the words but my grip on her didn’t allow her enough breath to articulate them. My hand at her breast moved downward, drifting down her softly rounded tummy to her sodden pussy, and I slipped a finger between the swollen folds until I found the nubbin that would bring her to ecstasy. I gave her throat one last squeeze before I released it to wrap my arm around her bust, pulling her close, and I leaned forward to bite the curve of her neck once more.

‘Cum for me,’ I growled, moving faster. My cock was deep within her, and I could feel her cervix each time my head intruded deeper into her. ‘Cum for your Daddy, let me know how much you want me… Give me one good reason to give you my seed…’

‘Daddy… yes.. oh fuck yes… Daddy, please… oh god… don’t stop.. don’t stop… I wanna… I wanna cum for you… Ohhhhh, Daddy!’ With no more warning, my babygirl exploded around my cock and spasmed in my arms, writhing uncontrollably as her orgasm overtook her willing body. Giving her neck one last hard bite, I too came, spending myself deeply within her womb, embedding my imprint inside of her as only her Daddy could. Holding her close, I eased us both into a supine position on the soft bed, resting her head on my shoulder as I gently stroked her hair and allowed her racing heartbeat to begin its descent back to normalcy. My lips caressed her temple, and my body became a cocoon, her safe haven as she floated in subspace after my intense attentions to her mind and body.

As she slowly made her way through the fog to the surface of reality, she turned gently in my arms to press her lips delicately to my own. ‘I love you so, Daddy,’ she whispered, and having said her piece, allowed the oblivion of slumber to take her once more. I’ll allow her the brief reprieve. With the plans for her I have in mind today, she’s going to need her rest.

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In the late 1980’s my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him that...

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Saturday night and Sunday morning

In the late 1980's my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him...

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Saturday night and Sunday morning

In the late 1980's my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him...

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The Collar Around the HeartSaturday Morning

I was slow to wake, and when I did open my eyes, sunlight was once again flooding into the room. Someone had opened the curtains. It was Saturday, I remembered, so I was in no hurry, and I yawned with the luxurious slow stretch of someone who knows the alarm is turned off. This time I remembered Annie, and looked for her. Sure enough, she was kneeling at the end of the bed, and there was the breakfast steaming gently. "Morning, Boss!" she welcomed me cheerfully, lifting the tray. I laughed...

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My Wife Her SlaveChapter 32 A Weekend at Gretchenrsquos Saturday Morning

As Saturday morning dawned, Nina woke first, initially a little disoriented as she didn’t recognize the bed, and could feel her collar around her neck. In a moment the unfamiliar feeling faded and she smiled to herself as she remembered being at Gretchen’s, and realizing that the warm body beside her was that of her Mistress. Gretchen was lying on her back, still deeply asleep, snoring very softly. Nina smiled again, and decided to do something nice for her mistress. She slowly and carefully...

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Saturday Night Sissy

SATURDAY NIGHT SISSY by Throne I spend all week, every week, dreading Saturday. My wife Alana met Dutch several months ago. I knew my bride had a past as a party girl, and that she still flirted with men. Male eyes always went to her, a tall girl with a stunning figure -- big bust, tapering waist, flaring hips, full thighs and, most of all, a plus-size bottom that sticks way out and moves like it's on springs. Dutch was the kind of guy she used to date -- big, rough, uncouth. The...

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Saturday 5 pm

Sat 8:15 pm Sat 5:15 pm Testing the knot at my right wrist, I find it firm, with no give.? Then I flex my muscles, and give the restraint a solid pull.? It only gets tighter.? I grunt with satisfaction, and then systematically try the other wrist, and both ankles.? None slip or give at all.? She did an excellent job of studying the knots, and tying me in a way that keeps my arms and legs taught.? The ball gag in my mouth makes my jaws ache lightly, and I am drooling down my chin,...

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Fraudsters Punished 3 Saturday Entertainment

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Pleasant Valley Saturday

Pleasant Valley Saturday At about 11:00 on a warm Saturday morning in early August, Jack Brady opened his front door and stepped out. Jack, a good-looking man in his late forties, was married to Susan. It was just the two of them in the household, as their two adult daughters now lived elsewhere. Jack began walking with a purposeful stride towards the house of his neighbors, the Greens. The Green family consisted of Pete, Adrian, and Tommy. Pete and Adrian were also in their...

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28 Minutes Til Saturday Night Live

We stood on 3rd Avenue, the snow sheeting down, and I wondered how anybody could think about getting naked in this weather. Sandi and I stood on the movie line, like other couples swathed in layer after layer of clothing that almost kept the biting wind from raising goosebumps on us. Gloves, scarves, boots, hats, zipped-up coats and parkas, sweaters, and thick plaid shirts erased any evidence of sexual differentiation. We stamped our feet, stuck our hands deeper into our pockets and prayed the...

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An Ideal Saturday

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Saturday Night Escapades 1

Finally, before getting into the story, a brief description of myself: I’m barely 5’8”; roughly 125 pounds; not overly skinny, but probably thinner than average; 36C-28-34; areola just short of two inches wide with nipples that stick out almost 3/4 of an inch when hard; pussy hair neatly trimmed to a thin light brown strip about two inches long above my slit, everything else shaved clean on a regular basis; light brown hair that goes a couple inches below my shoulders when I let it down,...

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You Are a Meany Chapter 28 The Saturday Morning Bike Club Rides Again

There were no real changes in Luke or Lori's life until the spring of their junior year. Luke was thriving in California. Good grades, good friends, and good weather helped Luke to live the good life. Luke's grades were as high as the waves he loved to ride. His being in the top 20 of his class was going to get him into Stanford. The Harvard of the West Coast was his dream school. The university had one of the best, if not the best, computer engineering programs in the world. Luke's...

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Saturday Night

It was here. Saturday night, and all Sandra could do was think about going dancing. She'd go dancing almost every single Friday and Saturday night with here two best friends Lisa and Stacey. Saturday nights at the club were the best. That's when the best looking guys showed up with lots of money. Sandra admitted she was a bit money hungry. She was only 19 going to college and living with her uptight parents. She'd mostly only go out with older guys who drove fast cars and had a fat wallet....

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Saturday Night

It was here. Saturday night, and all Sandra could do was think about going dancing. She'd go dancing almost every single Friday and Saturday night with here two best friends Lisa and Stacey. Saturday nights at the club were the best. That's when the best looking guys showed up with a lot of money. Sandra admitted she was a bit money hungry. She was only 19 going to college and living with her uptight parents. She'd mostly only go out with older guys who drove fast cars and had a fat wallet. You...

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I met Missy when we were paired up to study my nursing class and we immediately became friends. On Fridays some of the class would meet up for happy hour and she brought along her room mate Anna. They are both beautiful, dark haired girls with perfect athletic bodies that I envied, as I am more on the thin side. We would always have fun as we got to know each but when my boyfriend and his friends would arrive they would leave soon after. I was telling Missy one afternoon that a couple of BF's...

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What a Saturdaynight 07Sept2010

wow, what a night yesterday.it began with a chat on YIM......an older turkish(56yo) man had seen my pics on xhamster and was interested in me.after a while he told me to dress extreme slutty, include collar and leach, take the train to bonn, go to the mens restrooms and leach me in an open stall.i did as told, waited nervously about an hour, then he appeared, to me by the leach, led me to his car and told to get in the trunk.after a ride about twenty minutes, tha car stopped and he lead me to...

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the saturday slave

I started coming to the restaurant because of the lighting, more than the food. I was living alone, after the divorce, and it was less trouble to go out to a neighborhood place most evenings than to shop and cook and clean up for one. Over a month or two I tried everything close to the apartment, some known for their food and others for their bar scene or their unique features, but after a while I realized that what made them comfortable for me was toned down lighting, not too dark for reading...

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A Saturday Morning Fantasy

The internet and Google makes it easier for there to be ‘unexpected connections’.“Hey T,” the email read, “Are you going to the APA convention in Denver?  Love to see you there.” The American Psychological Association annual meeting was held there in 2016, the time frame of this story.The email  was signed ‘Russ’, and my Russ memories came flooding back. Russ was an associate professor when I was in grad school. We had a short, intense, erotic fling.  That was a dozen years ago, and his email...

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Sams Saturday Night

“No, you go without me, Kim! Have a great time.” “Yeah I know, but I can’t go tonight; not in this state.” “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, really; Monday latest. I’m really sorry.” “Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be ok. See you soon. Bye!” I touched the screen of my phone to end the call and slumped sulkily down on the sofa. It was ten o’clock on Saturday night and I was home alone; not something I was used to and definitely not something I liked. As a twenty-year-old single girl and a student at the local...

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Wednesday to Saturday

Wednesday In the garden of the house we share there is a small bower of trees which encloses a seat. When she needs to think it is to that seat that she goes; for the quiet and the lack of diversion. I am not allowed there unless she takes me with her. It is her space. I sat in the room overlooking the garden and watched as she walked to her seat in the late evening sun. She is tall, lithe and graceful. Her dark hair is thick and shines in the sunlight. I watched as she turned and smoothed...

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Working Saturday

I don’t relish the idea of working on a Saturday, though I often find myself doing so. I shouldn’t be so quick to complain though. This particular Saturday was an exception. I had gotten to my office about 10:30 a.m., thinking I would work about three or four hours, get a few letters written and maybe catch up on some reading. I was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, my weekend summer uniform. I hadn’t bothered shaving, though I took a long shower to wake myself up and to try and motivate...

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A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch 03

It was Saturday. My favorite day of the week. I was thankful that I didn't have to go to class or work on Saturdays. That meant a lot more free time and a lot more time for fun. And no other day of the week allowed me to spend more time with my amazing girlfriend, Becca. Becca used to be a cheerleader for Rasington University, but her horniness and refusal to abide by school policies got her kicked off the squad. She refused to return her cheerleader uniform and was subsequently expelled....

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A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch 03

It was Saturday. My favorite day of the week. I was thankful that I didn't have to go to class or work on Saturdays. That meant a lot more free time and a lot more time for fun. And no other day of the week allowed me to spend more time with my amazing girlfriend, Becca.Becca used to be a cheerleader for Rasington University, but her horniness and refusal to abide by school policies got her kicked off the squad. She refused to return her cheerleader uniform and was subsequently expelled....

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A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch 02

Weekdays were the definition of dull, boring, and uneventful. There were classes, there was homework, there was having to stay sober, and there was very little free time. However, as dull and tedious as those weekdays were, they also made my Saturdays even better. Especially since I got to spend all of my Saturdays with my amazing girlfriend, Becca. Becca was a cheerleader at Rasington University, and she was very good at what she did. She always looked sexy in her skimpy blue and gold...

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