French tourist getting blackmailed by a local girl
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She crawled over to him on all fours while he laid back on the plump, cushy couch with his legs up in the air and his asshole winking at her. He rubbed his cock to attention and said ‘crawl over her you little bitch and eat my asshole.’ She crawled over, her 4-inch high heels clacking on the wood floor beneath her as she crawled. She couldn’t take her eyes of his delicious-looking, puckered asshole. She put her hands on both of his legs and pressed them even further towards the man’s head so his asshole was spread even further apart. Then she dived in, tongue first. She started kissing all around his little asshole, licking and kissing his butt cheeks and thighs, stroking his cock with her hand and then sucking on each of his balls, rolling it around in her mouth so each ball was covered in saliva.
She licked down the crack of his ass with her wet tongue until she reached her goal. At first she teased him by licking around the rim of his asshole, savoring the musky odor of his butt. Quickly she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to ram her tongue deep up his manly ass. She rimmed him deep. Keeping her tongue erect she tongued way up his ass while he pet her head with one hand while jacking his cock with the other and moaning in pleasure. He pressed her face into his ass so the only oxygen she could get was whatever came out of his asshole. Her nose and tongue were mashed deeply into his ass as she continued to probe deeply into his anal canal. ‘You sexy little slut,’ he said to her as he pushed her face into his ass.
But now he wanted something else. He pushed her away from her ass. She came up for air and her cheeks were flushed. She gasped audibly and sucked air in through her nose. Her eyes were wide with lusty confusion. Her gorgeous brown, curly hair hung from her head down the sides of her round face. She had sweat around her mouth and on her forehead. She wiped her forehead dry with her arm. He motioned for her to approach him again, which she did, on all fours. He stuck his foot out to her face and she allowed him to stick his toes in her mouth. he moved his toes around in her mouth while she sucked on them, licking in-between the toes, and savoring the earthy taste of his feet. She held on to his leg while he moved his toes around in her mouth, drool spilling down her chin and dripping onto the floor as she sucked him clean.
He got up and walked over to stand next to her. She was on the floor, her legs to the side, sitting on her butt. Her shiny black heels were sticking out from her feet parallel to the floor. He put his fingers from his right hand into her mouth and probed around inside, feeling her teeth, tongue, and even probing down into her throat, making her gag slightly. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, wet with saliva, and rubbed them over her face. He commanded her to keep her to go lay on the bed with her mouth open wide. ‘I’m gonna fuck your throat, baby’ he told her.
She obediently got up and walked over to the bed, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked. She got onto the bed, turned around and lay as she was commanded, with her arms at her side, her legs spread apart and her mouth open.
He walked over to her, stroking his cock, while he eyed her luscious, young body. She had gorgeous, all-natural D-cup breasts, with big, round nipples. She was tall, about 5’11’ with long, shapely legs. Her ass was firm and her waist tight. She had the sexy, thin arms of a model and she was tanned from modeling in the sun. Her face was round and cute like a child but she was 26 years old. Her neck was long and slender, her lips full, her eyes green. He loved how her long, curly brown hair cascaded from her head. He looked at her lips and slender throat again. He was going to really enjoy fucking that mouth. He stood next to her for some time and told her to stroke her wet pussy. He reached down with his free hand and fingered her ass while she did so. ‘I’m going to enjoy fucking your throat you little whore’ he told her. She just giggled in response and stuck out her tongue. ‘God damn,’ he thought.
He crawled onto the bed and placed himself above his bitch. He slowly lowered his erect cock into her hot, wet mouth. He didn’t wait for her to get used to it, he just slammed his cock directly down her throat caring little for her comfort. Of course being the good slut that she is she did not complain. She didn’t even gag. She just accepted his erect penis into her throat. He left his cock lodged deep in her facecunt while he steadied himself with his hands on either side of her hips, his feet stretched out above her head, his cock in her tight, willing throat. She played with her pussy with one hand and her tits with the other. She was so horny right now. She loved getting her face fucked, it reminded her of her uncle who used to face fuck her when she was just a little girl. Of course it scared her then but she had come to love it over the years – she loved the feeling of her man being in control of her, of dominating her, and using her as his little sex toy. She knew her throat was nothing more than a warm, wet hole he used to jack off his cock, and she loved every minute of it.
Once he steadied himself he began to move his cock in and out of her tight throat. The feeling of her throat muscles milking his cock was almost unbearable. He tried not to think about how glorious her throat felt massaging his penis so that he could last longer. She of course had to breathe from her nose and only when he pulled out of her sucking throat. He moved in and out, fucking his cock deep into her hot, wet throat canal. He started moving faster in and out of her throat. He drilled his cock into her throat mercilessly, seesawing in and out, while saliva poured from her facecunt around her lips and onto the bed. She was gagging and occasionally some puke came out of her throat, mouth, and onto the bed.
She was just laying there submissively while he pounded his erect cock into her throat. He couldn’t believe he’d met this girl online and now here he was jacking his cock into her tight throat, past her windpipe, and deep into her warm esophagus. She just accepted it without protest. He looked down at her face and watched as his cock disappeared each time it went into her facehole and down her beautiful throat. He could even see the contours of his cock working its way past her tonsils and into her sexy neck. She gagged and puked repeatedly, the mixed goo of saliva and puke running out her mouth, as he pleasured himself with her facecunt.
He couldn’t take any more, if he kept pounding her throat like this he was going to cum directly into her stomach, which was fun, but he wanted to sodomize her. Finally he pulled out of her throat, saliva and puke strands dripping from her face and his cock. She breathed in deeply when he did this happy to finally get oxygen! Her lips were raw and her throat sore. Still, she felt fantastically used. It was so naughty and she loved it.
‘Turn over bitch’ he said as he slapped her face. she looked up at him like a submissive animal and meekly flipped over. He patted her buttcheeks and then slapped them hard several times. He told her to spread her butt cheeks apart so he could see her little asshole. She pulled her tight cheeeks apart and her pink, little rosebud stared up at him just begging to get plowed with his cock. He pushed his finger into her mouth to get it lubricated. She sucked on his finger voraciously covering it with spit. He pulled his finger out of her wet mouth and gently pushed it into her puckered butthole. She squirmed in anticipation. He wiggled his finger around and slowly pushed his entire digit into her rectum. He pumped his finger in and out of her tight hole while she played with her clit and moaned in pleasure. He pushed a second finger into her ass and moved his fingers in and out of her tight little ass. She was in heaven having her ass played with like this.
He pushed a third finger into her tight ass and it barely fit. He gently pushed all thre
e fingers into her asshole until they were in her up to the hilt. He wiggled his fingers around in her ass while she moaned even louder. He pumped his fingers in and out of her asshole as some brownish-white goo started spilling out of her sweet ass onto the bed. Nasty! He pulled his fingers out of her ass and made her suck his fingers clean. She loved it! When he was all cleaned he put his entire hand up her ass. At first it wouldn’t fit, he could only fit the tips of his five fingers in it, but he pushed, and lubricated as it was with her ass juice he eventually managed to get his entire fist up her rectal canal. She screamed in pleasure!
He just kept his fist in her butt. It looked so amazing lodged in her tight ass. He flexed his fingers, radiating pleasure throughout her body. She just lay there completely beside herself as he flexed. She was in another world of pleasure.
After some time however he decided to take his own pleasure in her ass. So he removed his fist with a squishy *pop* and wiped his hand on the bed sheets. He commanded her to play with her pussy while he got himself erect again. He stroked his cock and admired her lithe upper body and tight shoulders. She just lay there on the bed on her knees with her face on the sheets, playing with herself and moaning in pleasure.
When he was hard again he pushed his cock deep into her ass. She cried out in pleasure as he worked his cock in and out of her tight asshole. He could feel her ass tunnel contracting around his cock as he pushed in and out of her. She gasped and said hoarsely ‘oh daddy please, please fuck your little girl’s sweet asshole…’
Who was he to deny such a request? He steadied himself with her ass and pumped his hard, erect cock deep into her bowels and she moaned incoherently. He pumped her with his cock for a long while until he exploded and emptied his seed into her ass. After they lay there for about a 1/2 hour with his shrinking cock still lodged deep in her ass they kissed passionately and fell asleep together. He dreamed about his beautiful new french whore and her amazing throat and asshole.
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I was travelling alone across Western Europe a few years ago. Amsterdam, Prague, Paris, etc. Eventually London and Dublin. But first, a late-night train to Calais on the coast of the channel. As usual, when I'm travelling, I read a lot. On this one night a young English guy sitting across from me noticed the title of my book and we struck up a conversation. He was on his way home from Aix, France, where he had been picking g****s. Just an adventurer trying something new. Nice-looking guy named...
Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend. They lived miles away from...
He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...
He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...
I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare. It was always dark and foggy in them. For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock. I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her. It made me nervous because I felt she looked familiar but in the same sense I’ve never seen her before. That’s why...
SupernaturalWe are a French couple and lived in the UK for about 2 years. We moved to Manchester as I work there. My wife is a teacher and teaches languages. We have been married for 3 years. At work I made a lot of friends, and went to a number of weddings and nights out with them. One guy in particular I got quite close with as he was a part time car dealer. This was last year before covid. He was of Indian/Pakistani origin and was in Manchester for work only, and is originally from Huddersfield. He is...
The following day I didn't need to start work until the evening. So for most of the day I spent with one of my close friends, not actually letting on what was happening at the hotel, but hinting to her. She seemed shocked. I didn't let on that I had taken an active role in any of the goings-on. When I arrived I was waiting at the dinner tables for the first couple of hours. Apart from one of the guests, who put his hand up the back of my short dress everytime I served him, the dinner was...
One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nice smile and was holding a newspaper in his hands. "I want you to do the dusting please," he told me, "But only in your...
It was about 9:30 one Monday morning when I was asked to go to a room on the top floor. I was told it was for some dictation, and I was to take a notepad and pencil. I found one in the office and headed upstairs. Entering the room I found a man in his early forties wearing a three-piece suit with shirt and tie. He had brown hair, fairly short and a pleasant face. He was medium weight and in the suit looked really good. "I need you to take some letters for me." He said ushering me into the...