Blonde in stockings posing in kitchen.
Her hourglass figure is highlighted against the brilliant red paint of my Porsche. Her back lying on top of the hood, fingers pulling her clit’s hood taut, I watched her tits bounce as I pounded my cock into her tight pussy. In essence I was fucking both of my mid-life conquests at once. I guess I am living a typical forty-year-old’s dream: a new convertible sports car and a nubile 20 year-old for an extra-marital affair. It’s labeled a crisis; I just call it getting what I deserve.
She was a student in one of my general ed science courses I taught at the local university. She tried her best to seduce me; wearing her shortest skirts, tightest tops, and sitting front and center in the lecture hall. Quite a few times she flashed me her panties in hopes of getting a rise out of me. But I was used to the old tricks, and frustrated her with my inattention. Finally, half way through the semester it was obvious she needed help to pass the class. The tables had turned and I was now the one with the power.
Jan came to my office for help in preparing for the next test. Being a softball player and Art major she didn’t need science, but she needed to pass my course to ultimately graduate. She walked in wearing a spaghetti-strapped spring dress, and sandals. A light, unbuttoned sweater draped over her shoulders. Her firm, round breasts proudly riding high on her chest accentuated by the bodice cut of the dress. Shoulder length auburn-red hair was tied back with a coordinating scrunchie. I smelled her lovely perfume 10-feet away.
Having deferred her earlier advances, she did not come in with a sexual agenda, figuring I was not interested. I told her to sit, and then sat on my desk, looking over her, confirming my dominance. We discussed her needs and goals, keeping our conversation light, and optimistic. But I emphasized her lackadaisical study habits were her downfall, and admonished her for her exhibitionistic behavior during class. Her eyes dropped submissively. She asked for some one-on-one tutoring, and if I was available. She said she would be willing to do what it takes to pass my class.
I scooted my butt to the edge of the desk, tightening my pants against my package to emphasized the point I was about to make. Her eyes were drawn to the outline of cock and balls, and then she looked up to my face. I could see the confusion, so I made my point a little clearer.
“Are you willing to do as I say? No matter what,” I asked, with a slight smile and a twinkle in my eye.
“Yes, I understand what you expect from me,” she replied, a glint flashing across her eyes. She sat a little taller in her chair, and leaned forward.
“Let’s see. Stand up, and go lock the door. Raise your dress so I can see your ass sashay across the room,” I commanded.
She smiled, and immediately complied. Her ass was perfect: round, and defined with plenty of bounce when she walked. She was wearing a floral-patterned satin string bikini that had naturally ridden up her crack. She made no effort to straighten it, somehow knowing that’s what I liked. As she locked the door, she “accidentally” dropped her pen and bent down at the waist to pick it up.
(tale # 27) get full text ... Blonde in stockings posing in kitchen.
Lez stockinged domina torturing her pain slut.
We had met in an Internet chat room. Nothing special for a lot of people out there, but I'm in my fifties and this was all very new to me. It was strange being able to talk so frankly with someone I had never met face to face. In fact it was so open that I found myself sharing things that I had never spoken about with anyone. It was such a freeing experience, yet frustrating at the same time.
We maintained fairly regular private chats and got to know each Other’s desires. Sharing fantasies and sex in cyber space. That some of our sexual bents coincided made things even better. I had confessed my desire to wear women's panties while making love, and she, the exhilaration that came from thinking about a sexual encounter with a man wearing women's clothes.
Once, I wore a pair of thong panties while we were chatting. This was my first experience with cyber sex. The newness of stroking myself while reading each line she would deliver to me describing what she was doing to me. The pace, slow and deliberate. Allowing my mind the time to savor each step in our virtual lovemaking. The excitement I felt waiting for the next line to appear in my chat window. The images flowing through my mind, anticipating what she would do to me next.
She had started our encounter in a small, candle lit room. Only a table, supporting the candle, and a futon cushion on the floor. I was lying on my back with legs bent at the knee, feet flat on the mat. She knelt on the mat between my legs. Looking down at me I was suddenly aware I was submitting to her. She had instructed me to wear nothing but a pair of thong panties. Something she knew from our earlier conversation excited me.
As I visualized this in my minds eye, I could feel my erection harden. My breathing began to quicken, anxious as to what might happen. She placed her hands on my knees and began to slowly move them outward, exposing my growing, panty covered, erection to her steady gaze. Her hands left my knees and began to move sensuously along my thighs. Still moving my legs farther, and farther apart. I suddenly felt her fingers tracing the outline of my cock as she grazed the fabric of the panties covering it. A moan escaped my lips as the continued to stroke me through the silky fabric.
Her gaze never moved away from mine. Her half smile promising pleasure, and maybe pain. Her finger then began to trace circles around my cock head. I could tell my pre cum was leaking through the fabric and she was spreading it in ever widening circles. I watched in rapt attention as she slowly raised that finger to her mouth and gently spread the wetness on her lips. She then stuck her tongue out to slowly lick the length of her finger.
Her eyes still locked on mine, she leaned forward, her breasts grazing my thighs as she came closer to my face. She placed her glistening lips against mine, her tongue piercing my lips invitingly to share a wet kiss. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue. During this exchange, my cock involuntarily jerked. Her hand still stroking me, when she felt my reaction, she pulled back from my face. Her smile now full with the pleasure that comes from the recognition of accomplishment.
Once again in a kneeling position, I could feel her hands at my hips, grabbing my thong. She began to pull it up my raised thighs, and over my knees and down to my ankles. For the moment, at least, I was at her mercy, as she had my legs entangled with the panties at my ankles.
Suddenly, she leaned forward again, her face touching me, lying against my cock. Rubbing her cheek against me, spreading the slickness along the side of her face. She turned her head, licking along it's length, pausing to purse her lips over the crown.
(tale # 28) get full text ... Lez stockinged domina torturing her pain slut.
Beautiful teen in black stocking with naked hole.
It was one week before Christmas and I had invited some of my girlfriends over for drinks while my cuckold boyfriend, James, was out doing my last minute shopping. I so abhor crowds, and shopping in general, that I always have him do it for me.
But I had taken one giant leap and did venture out to buy his Christmas present one that I too could enjoy. I bought him a blowup doll. I thought this was a wonderful gift for him. I could watch as he feebly tried to please this doll with his tiny penis as she lay there with this ho-hum expression waiting for him to satisfy her and her orifices being too big for even her to feel him pumping his little instrument in and out. I was like a child waiting for Christmas morning so I could enjoy that gift.
My friends and I were having a great time talking about the fun times we had shared and the men we had conquered. It was a lot of amusement, listening to all the stories and reliving the memories of our fun times.
Then James came home… the girls got a little quiet and somber and I thought this wouldn't do. So I told James to go make some hordevours and mix us some more drinks and I told him that I wanted him to serve them in that new pair of pink panties I had bought him last week.
He went into the bedroom and put the packages away and came out with nothing on but his panties; he looked so sweet in them; all the girls loved it. They started giggling and saying how cute he looked in them.
This made me smile with delight and James turned red with humiliation. I thought, "Hmmmm, wouldn't it be fun if we all teased him about his tiny penis!"
So while he was in the kitchen preparing our food and drinks I huddled with Mary, Norma, and Bonnie and we decided when James came out of the kitchen that we would strip him off his pink frilly panties, tease him and play with his little penis.
I thought it would be fun to milk him too, so I got up and grabbed a wineglass so we could catch his cum as it drizzled out of his tiny dick.
When he entered the room, about twenty minutes, later we had all stripped down to our underwear and were all sitting there with coy little smiles on our faces. James' jaw dropped; he knew he was in trouble.
(tale # 29) get full text ... Beautiful teen in black stocking with naked hole.
Hot blonde in pantyhose.
I sat at home, bored, watching some dull sports show, sprawled across the couch. So far my day had been exceedingly dull... work, break, more work, lunch, more work, head home.. nothing at home but the TV. I let out a hefty sigh, wishing my wife would hurry up and get home. At least then I could have conversation while being bored enough to start digging my grave. I flipped the channel, but nothing was on.. sad.. nothing on when I pay for satellite and receive over 150 channels.
I bolted upright, hearing the chink of keys turning the lock, and set down the remote. My wife walked in, a shopping bag in one hand, purse hanging carelessly from one shoulder. Everytime she walks in the door she reminds me of why I pursued her in the first place. She is tall, thin yet built, with red hair that waves down to her waist, and crystal green eyes. Her legs seem to stretch into infinity, and her breasts are hefty, almost too big to fit into my hands. Tonight she stood there, wearing a work suit, blouse, jacket, skirt, slingback sandals. I appraised her, giving her a long once over, then stood and went to welcome her home.
"I bought you something, love." She smiled, tossing back her hair and handing me the bag. Once I'd taken it she sauntered off into the kitchen. I arched an eyebrow and reached into the bag, growing hard almost instantly. What I felt was something small, silken. I peered down into the bag and amid the ruffles of tissue paper I saw a satiny pair of women's underwear, leopard print, just my size. With a grin I hurried into the kitchen. My wife just smiled, suggested I change into the gift and get washed up for supper. I practically ran into the bedroom to change.
Dinner was an act of futility as I sat, fully clothed, but the panties on underneath. My wife would say nothing of the gift and acted as if it was a normal night. I tried to eat, but my mind was on the satiny softness that clung to my cock and balls, pulling them tight within the friendly material. I kept shifting in the seat to feel the material move against my nether regions, my hands drifting down to try and feel. Every time she saw me reach my wife would scold me and return to eating her dinner. I finally gave up and just sat there, waiting for her to finish, and she teased me with her dainty eating and slow style. As soon as she set her fork down I grabbed the plates and sped to the dishwasher to stuff them in, whirling to face her.
"I think we should go out and get some dessert, hmm?" She grinned, playing with me, and I folded my arms, shaking my head. With a gay laugh she headed to the bedroom, me following her like a love-sick puppy. She got in and removed her jacket, unbuttoning the blouse slowly, teasing me with every move. I threw my pants to the floor and tossed my shirt aside, standing there in just my panties with a raging hard-on. She smiled, pulling off her blouse and folding it, putting it away, removing her bra and taking the time to put it in the basket. By the time she started pulling off her skirt I was ready to just leap on her. She tugged it down slowly to reveal a matching pair of underwear. I about came, it made me so horny. She pointed to the bed and I jumped into it and started to reach for her. She just shook her head, nodding at my panties. Instantly my hands slid down, rubbing myself through the sexy material.
"I love my gift," I smiled, slowly beginning to jack myself off through the material. She didn't answer, climbing onto the bed and straddling over me so that I could see how the sheer, sexy material clung to her pussy. The material glistened softly as her moisture seeped through. I lifted one hand, moving the panties to one side of her shaved mount and beginning to finger her. She moaned, pressing her hips against my touch and I used my other hand to continue the ministrations on myself.
After a minute I scooted forward, letting my tongue explore her inner depths, playing with her clit. I used my free hand to spread her pussy, diving in deep with my tongue, feeling her spasm against me. Finally she had had enough. She kneeled, straddling me, and pushed me back into the bed. She pushed aside the crotch on my panties and maneuvered me inside of her. I let out a groan of enjoyment, lifting my hips to enter her more deeply. She began rocking against me, fucking me, and I let her ride me, moaning, feeling both pairs of panties slipping against each other. I filled my hands with her breasts, squeezing them hard. I loved the feel of the muscles of her vagina, squeezing against my cock, milking me. I drew her close and rolled over, putting myself on top so I could fuck her with wild abandon. I heard her moaning, but didn't care as I started to cum, filling her with my hot seed. I could feel her cumming too and my arms gave out, my face falling to a rest buried in her lovely breasts.
"I.. I take it you like the panties?" She grinned, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, yes, I definitely do." She smiled at my response.
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Slutty brunette in black stockings.
Mary and I have been seeing each other for years. I would say about 7. In that time I have taught her how to spank me. It took me years. I should say I thought I taught her. But you will see. If you have never been spanked by someone that knows, and that is knows, how to spank you, then you do not know what I’m saying. I have been spanking woman for years. And it does take time to learn. To soft and it does not work. To hard and a person that is getting spanked has to much pain. I have had a woman spank me for about one hour. Just the right amount can make a person cum. Mary and I have a few friends that like spanking. We never and I’ll say that again, we never have sex. Someone might make the person they are spanking masturbate them or them self in front of us. But the rule is no one is to have sex. You are able to spank someone else if they say it is okay. A wife or husband could not make the other take a spanking from anyone else unless they wanted to. That way we all stay friends.
It took me some time to teach Mary how to spank me. She never was the hard bitch or dominate that I liked. She would never order me, tie me like I liked. She was good but I would have liked her to be harder. Most of the time the club, would met once a month. Then we would spank someone or a wife might spank her husband in front of us. She would tell him what he had done wrong and then he would have to let her spank him. Mostly it was the men spanking the wife’s. But at lest one man got it a night. Most of the time Mary would like to spank me in front of the others. She told me that it made her hot. Then I could spank her later.
About a year ago Mary started to go to Kathy’s house on Tuesday afternoon. She told me that it was for coffee and that she would never have sex because of the club rule. I never thought of it. But at the club spankings she was getting better. Then it hit me what was going on. I should say that one night at the club it hit me. Kathy was teaching Mary how to dominate a man. And best of all to spank and dominate a man. ME......
One night at the club Mary told the others that she would like to show off what she was learning. She went out of the room. Before she left she bent over and kissed me. “Bob you are going to love this. I have been going to class for almost a year and I think you are going to go nuts”. With that she left and soon came back in with a black lace bra on. She had on a skirt not to big but baggy. It looked like she had on stockings. She was holding a soft cat-and-nine-tails. She has used them on me before but never the way we liked it. It was always to soft. That is why I would let other spank me from time to time.
Mary walked over to me and just looked at me. “Stand up and strip”. I looked at her and a smile came across my face. SLAP. Her hand came down across my face. I wasn’t ready for that. “I said stand up and strip. For years you have been telling everyone here that you wished that I could spank you the way you like. Tonight you are going to get just what you have asked for. Now strip”.
I stood up. My face felt hot. I do not know if it was from the slap or that my girlfriend was doing what I wanted. I took off my shirt and then went to put it on the chair. SLAP. I got one more across the face. “Just drop it. I told you to strip. NOW STRIP”. I dropped it and then came my pants and underpants. I stood in front of Mary nude. My cock was getting hard. (it always does when I get a spanking). Mary took hold of my cock and pulled it up and out.
“For years you have been spanking me and then sticking this thing in my mouth, pussy and ass in front of everyone. Now you are going to know what it feels like. Turn around and bend over the chair. And if you say anything I’ll slap you ass harder then what you think I can”. With that I bent over a chair. Someone in the room said. “Right.... Mary slap his ass hard. She has been a pussy for years. She would never know how”. With that I got about 5 hard and great slaps. The room went quiet. No one moved or said a word. My ass was hot and red. I felt Mary start to spank me. First with her hand then with the cat tails. I must say it did feel good.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me. Now I’m going to show you trick number two”. I did as I was told. “Pull my dress up and kiss it”. Mary knows I love to eat pussy and she shaves herself three times a week. I pulled her dress up and looked right at a 6.5” dildo. Mary had a strap on dildo on. I looked at it and then up at her. The next thing I felt was a slap across my face. I fell over to my right.
“Did I tell you to look up at me. I said kiss it. Suck it like you have me suck you in front of this club. You have told everyone her that is what you wanted. A woman that could take charge. Tonight is that night. Now suck”. Mary knew that this is what I have dreamt of. We have talked of it for years. Mary took hold of her cock and put it to my lips. Most of the other wife’s have done this to the husbands in the past and I have told her I loved to watch it. Soon I was sucking her cock. After about 10 minutes she pulled it out.
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