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Unbelievable…

I was having some problems with my man, stuff like he has decided he needs some space, he doesn’t think he is good enough for me etc etc so I decided to chat to a friend of mine who I have known since I was 18.

Now my friend who I have known since I was 18 is married to a gorgeous wife and has a couple of kids, we had a thing for each other back when we worked together but it never went anywhere.

So to get the story on the track I was telling this friend of mine….lets call him Adam… about how frustrated I am that my man seems to be backing off.

Adam suggested that I wasn’t putting out enough and even went on to say “sometimes us guys think the milk might be tastier from the other cow”.

I said my man had commented on how great the milk was and that in fact he said i had the firmest tits and tightest pussy he had ever felt.

Adam the son of a bitch made some rude remarks about not being able to comment because way back when we were about to make love (years ago) I chickened out and ran home to my boyfriend of the time.

Anyway the conversation went on and I was starting to cry a little so Adam scooched over by me and gave me a hug, he then started laughing and mentioned that he had a condition that whenever women cried it aroused him, something called a lady in distress syndrome.

I kind of ignored him because I am used to his constant flirting and hints about getting into my pants.

Anyway as I cried I did notice that he was starting to get a hardon, I could feel it pressing into my tummy.

He said don’t worry it always happens and just ignore it….unfortunately  I could not ignore it…it felt huge.

So I kept talking and he was holding me when I felt his hadn cup my breast, I leaned back and said what the fuck are you doing….he laughed and said “I wanted to be able to comment on whether or not you have the firmest tits or not don’t worry, I’ve felt tits before”.

I was feeling a little excited feeling his cock against me but I didn’t want him to know so I pretended to be annoyed like I usually do so I said you are a shit….which only made him laugh.

“your tits are pretty firm alright” he said “but what is amazing is how hard your nipples are…I bet they are really sensitive” and he started to roll my left one between his thumb and forefinger…. I moaned a little because between the hard cock pressing against me and now Adam playing with my tits I was starting to feel quite horny

Keep telling me about whats happening with this relationship he said…..

I continued to talk, pretending to ignore the way he was playing with my tits and but it was pretty hard, I could feel myself so wet and so keen to feel his hot hard cock that I didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly Adam pushed me back against the wall and said tell me what he said again….”you have the firmest tits and the…what was it?”

I laughed “the tightest pussy” I giggled….I felt his hand thrust between my legs rucking my skirt up so that he could find my panties….”really? Adam said….”the tightest huh?

His fingers worked my panties to the side and he slid a finger inside me…..”hmmmmmmm yep thats pretty tight!”

I gasped his fingers were working my clitoris and with all the previous foreplay I was trembling and ready to orgasm.

I hadn’t noticed that with his other hand Adam had pushed his shorts down and now his hard cock was standing erect and incredibly hot just inches away from my wet wet pussy lips, his eyes were still on mine as he discussed the fact that yes I was pretty tight but this meant nothing if I was not orgasmic.

I moaned that this was not a problem and I could cum easily and then he lifted my chin so that I was looking up into his dark brown eyes….”So you can cum….but can you cum on his cock” Adam asked

Yes I can I moaned…We will see Adam said as he pushed his cock between my legs and rubbed the dripping head against my pussy.

I was so confused and disoriented I hadn’t even realised that his cock was free and was now sinking deep inside me… it took me a moment as I felt myself stretch around his huge hard cock to realise that he was going to fuck me right there in my living room.

Yes….tight..you are tight Adam grunted and then I felt myself cum on his cock, Adam took this as a sign and plunged the rest of the way inside me….

Oh my god he was so big and so hard and I was so on edge that I came 3 times in that first few minutes as Adam fucked me up against the wall.

I can’t see why you man wouldn’t want you Adam said, you have firm tits and a tight wet pussy, you have come on my cock three times and now I’m going to cum inside you….

He pulled me to the ground so that we were in the missionary position and he started to kiss me passionately , I tried to stop the kiss so I could tell him not to cum inside me but Adams kiss was so passionate and then i felt his cock swell inside me and I heard a grunt as Adam ground himself as deep inside me as he could go…I felt him pump his cum as far into me as he could and then he fell back panting.

Yep no idea why he wouldn’t want you Adam said…..

You idiot I said to him, I’m not on the pill.

You know what the dick said….

Excellent…and he pushed his semi hard cock back into and started grinding backwards and forwards…. what are you doing I cried…

“getting hard so I can cum inside you again he laughed… I would love to impregnate you after all these years….”

What the fuck???? You men are crazy!

Thats only my opinion but I think she is the bee knees and I would love to be one of he co-stars

Answer this girls questions and watch her strip. Its very clever.

Shay is her name

This is not my experience but something I found on the web. Very exciting if you ask me. I just love the story.
Who else likes this story?

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There’s something surreal about being bound and immobilized. Tugging against restraints can unleash a torrent of lust that wipes me out even before any sexual activity. Combined with a feeling of helplessness, bondage is elating! However, sometimes a little freedom can intoxicate just as much.

Last night I was laying on my back with a pair of handcuffs tethering my arms over my head to the leg of the couch. Lying on the floor I looked up at the three men who were waiting to f_ck me. Minutes earlier, they were cinching the cuffs tight on my wrists and musing over how vulnerable I looked. I felt that vulnerability as one of them stroked my hair before slapping me across the face. The metal cuffs hurt as I pulled against them. Another guy squeezed my tits and asked if I was ready to get banged.

Did it matter? Was my readiness a factor or were they just finishing up a few beers before using me? The latter, I was certain. As I waited, I realized that a single pair of handcuffs wasn’t really bondage. It was fairly tame by all accounts, but something was making me very horny. As my first partner crouched over me, I realized what it was.

My arms were bound securely in place, but my legs were free! This let me feel my captivity and inability to prevent their upcoming defiling of my soft wet holes. At the same time, I could willingly spread my legs exposing everything they wanted in one subliminal act of permission. Part of my fantasy is loosing control and being ruthlessly used over and over. The other part is my desire to make that happen.

I feel his breath against my neck as his c0ck slides inside my pussy. I pull against the cuffs as I imagine him raping me. I spread my legs wider boldly cognizant of how much I want to be used like a piece of meat. He pumped my c_nt harder and harder as his breathing invades my senses.

He pulled out and gave my tits a rough squeeze with a painful nipple pinching. His c0ck poked me as he sought my other opening. As he felt his prick opening my tight anal ring, he smiled at me as he filled my a$$ with c0ck. The delighted look on his face excited me. I lay there as he gave my a$$ deep strokes with increasing force. Soon he was madly f_cking my a$$ then he made a face and I watched him intently as he came inside me. He put his c0ck back in my pussy and called me a dirty f_cking slut as he slowly penetrated my wet lust-tunnel.

Our second guest immediately mounted me and pushed his large c0ck into my pussy. My legs were still spread wide from his predecessor. He propped himself up with his hands on my tits, mashing them against me. He looked straight into my eyes as he f_cked me. We had no connection – no magical chemistry between us. He was simply on top of me using my c_nt to get himself off. That thought made me cum as he stabbed my sticky hole harder and harder. He too adjusted his stance to push open my delicate rosebud and lay claim to having “f_cked her a$$hole”. Wanting me to be repulsed, he pulled out and told me he was going to “Do my c_nt again”. He said he hoped I like being f_cked like that. I pulled on the cuffs to reassure myself that I was his captive whom he would violate as he pleased. His eyes glared into mine for nearly thirty minutes as he f_cked my holes. That look of evil never flinched even as his c0ck spasmed and sent his cum surging deep inside my tw_t.

Master knelt between my legs and pushed into my cum-packed hole. He takes particular joy in f_cking me after others have had me. My disheveled appearance after withstanding their cum being dumped inside me makes him hungry for my sloppy holes. He too did my a$$ and pussy, switching from one to the other seeing how hard he had to slam against me to elicit a cry. He had me barking like a dog as I focused him as my third attacker. After he came inside me he called me a dirty f_ck pig and spit in my face.

That concluded the first of three rounds in which they tied me up and used my body repeatedly. Each time I felt progressively more mauled as I let them have me. Restraint gave the illusion of helplessness, but desire made me crave their repeated abuse. I loved watching their faces as they used me and came inside me.7