She talks to me again like this and I lose all my control. I get up from the tub, naked and erect in all my glory as she is shocked pleasantly again. I lift her in my arms and climb into the tub filled with warm water. I cup my hands, fill them with water and trickle it upon her soft breasts. I caress that firm and smooth ass like marble. She gets all wet by the water, her curves looking even sexier. She loved my moves as she put more soap between her cleavage, looking all wet and smiling.
“Are you happy?” I ask, hugging and pulling her even closer
“I'm going to be,” she says before smooching me for what seemed like the most erotic kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
I tore off every lace that covered her body, ripping apart the garter belt until she was butt naked. We bathe and touch every
The next day I woke up completely relaxed and rested. I have the energy to go on a lion hunt. I came downstairs to have my breakfast and there she was, Angelica, in her bathing suit, wearing a wide-brimmed white hat and a skimpy bikini that barely managed to cover her. As she saw me approach, she looked at me like she wanted more. I stare at her ass with a great desire to grope it and caress those long tanned legs.I smile. I breathe. I turn around to see if my boss is around, but no one is. I lie across one of the beds across the pool. I unzip my pants, pull my cock out and start rubbing it in front of her, teasing her with my erection. She comes over quietly like a cat, sits on top of me, spreading her legs on either side. Guiding my cock inside her warmth, she greets me smiling, “Good morning!” As she rides me into yet another strong orgasm, I relax and enjoy the view of her pretty face and
I open up the door angrily to find Angelica posing seductively in front of me meowing, “Hello handsome”. That sexy kitten voice, that sound was music to my ears. Big dark sunglasses on. A black short leather biker dress with towering high heels. She comes in walking like Uma Thurman in KillBill. She takes off the sunglasses and I instantly get lost in those amazing dark deep eyes again.She smiles saying, “my husband perceived our chemistry when you came to visit us. The sharp dog that he is, he whiffed out I had feelings for you. But he didn’t realize things had changed ever since I saw you. He wanted me to stay at home forever waiting for him, on him while he cheated on me multiple times thinking I would never find out. But finally, enough was enough, two can play this game.`` She licked her lips and kissed me deeply. We smooched like two long lost lovers for thirty minutes,
It's only been a month since I moved in and I swear someone is watching me. I know it may sound paranoid as a statement, but ever since I moved to this small neighbourhood where everyone looks the same and people are replaced by robots or actors like in 'The Truman Show', I am quite convinced that someone is watching me at night when I undress.I moved for work and honestly that's all I care about. I don't have much time to waste with a weak little man who doesn’t have the confidence to face me. Besides, virile men, I don’t like them as well, they are overconfident, insecure and patriarchal. I like men who are tender, who rely on you, whom you can dominate, whom you trust to be faithful or else they will be punished. That sort of thing.Anyway, the other day, someone was watching me. I was sure of it. I was in my underwear and I turned around
“AHHH..”. I screamed loudly gasping, so scared that I was still shaking.“That’s Mila and this is where I keep her kennel…(petting her) Mm-hmm. She is my little dog. I absolutely love her.” he says.“Sure. Definitely.” I reply quietly embarrassed about what I thought these past few months that I don’t even dare to look him in the face. I keep my gaze down as he says to me, “Hey, are you okay? Are you afraid of dogs by any chance?”'No, no, no' I say retreating as I start climbing downstairs. He follows me smiling and asks if I'm having fun. I nod. I finally look up, in the face and find myself in front of two beautiful, crystal clear, pure blue eyes.I am pleasantly impressed by my neighbour's handsome lo
He says, “Alexander” in a voice so deep it seems to come from hell“It turns me on if you tell me what you're doing” I continue torturing him asking him for more.“What? Ahhhh… He replies that he is touching his balls.“I wanna kiss you. On the forehead. Good boy, be this obedient. You turn me on, little man. I want you to lick my mouth. I want you to bite my lips. I'm not touching you, but you close your eyes and imagine...as if I were touching you. I have a velvety hand. A soft hand that takes it in slowly, my fingers warm, my nails cool, sharp, caressing you. Then, I lower myself. And I make you feel my lips. As I get closer you feel the warmth of my mouth. Then, at a certain point, you feel warm...and then Warmer. Hotter. And then your sex is in my mouth. I like it beca
A thrill runs through his body. I watch him as his two hands tremble at his throat, in the throes of a nervous tremor, undoing the knot of his tie, with a lot of difficulty. He lifts it over his head and places it on the coffee table in my living room. Then he stands up, still a bit quivering, and unfastens his belt. His pants fall to his feet, revealing a pair of slightly thin legs. A little boyish. The shirt flaps protrude from the jacket and dangle in the void.Alexander swallows again, looking undecided. But a raising of the girl's eyebrow is enough and his hands reach the boxers, and then the pants on the floor.The man's breathing had become more laborious now. He rests both hands on the big table of my living room and climbs on it, on all fours down on it in an unmistakable doggy style.I take a
He begs as I move his finger relentlessly across that erogenous zone, which I know drives men beyond crazy. Those bundles of live nerves guarantee unforgettable pleasure and pain.He abandons himself entirely in my hands. He knows that I am wise in my gestures, that there is no deliberate cruelty in my movements, that every detail is designed to give him pleasure. Even the lashes, I tell him, have been served to excite him, so that he gets used to not feeling pain but pleasure when his Mistress acts. To trust her. And soon enough, the throes of passion make their way through his limbs.At that point, I approach him, kiss and ask if he's okay. He replies in the affirmative. That he wants to fuck. I slap him and go back to put a collar on his neck. I fill a bowl with milk, put it on the table, he instantly sits awaiting my orders while I keep him on a leash. I ob
I order peremptorily enjoying the shocked look on her face, she doesn't want to, it's obvious BUT I insist. She continues to hold back. I clap my hands giving her a hard stare, to scare her. From a distance, I could sense that Alexander got petrified as well. Rose then starts licking because she realizes it's convenient. Watching her pink tongue on my boot-covered ankle gets me all wet. I am aroused and eager as I help her get her up, instantly kissing her so deeply that she lets out a sigh.Rose calms down, sensing the moment as a gesture of affection and as I have her lips in my mouth. I pluck on her lips ferociously making her bleed a bit. She realizes things are getting serious. I instruct both of them to follow me. Alexander immediately comes after me like a loyal puppy. Rose stands still in the living room, upset. I give her a nasty l