An orgy, why not.

We were enjoying the view at the terrace. Far from the others that gathered at the pool, but not really out of sight. I was searching for some silence and cold wind to help me get back on my feet after that much great drinking and feasting. He came along with me.

-I never really imagine one day I could be here, you know...! .I remember it was at least the first nonsense comment I made about the night, the weather, unicorns, horns, horny.... All I do remember is that we raised one last toast over something probably meaningless, and then he started kissing my neck.

I closed my eyes and moaned, his large bites massaging my shoulders and giving me that kind of chills. his both hands filled up with my boobs, and I just couldn't say "stop". I opened one eye: everybody was still distracted on the other side of the garden and swimming pool. And we were an adult couple, anyway. It was a private party.

I closed my eyes again, surrendered to the urge of kissing him, as my hands moved on his jeans, feeling that hardness to grow. He moaned when my hand first grabbed from over his pants, and I immediately got soaked. Still he was grabbing hard on my tits. I spreaded my legs open, not minding the miniskirt that completely rolled up to my waist, as the movement coundn't be contained by the clothing. But he didn't want to let go on my tits, squeezing them hard and sucking them whole, making my nipples delightfully sore, and red marks all over my breasts.

Just on the other side of the pool, the party was getting hotter, too. My friend was sucking one of the guys and a booze bottle at the same time. The others were watching and cheering. "Do it again!". They dared and she accepted, but wanted to make a selfie doing that. I've never seen someone so happy in posing with a mouthful of sin like that.

It was funny to watch, but I couldn't really focuse on the shit she was doing, while I was reaching for that big cock I could feel throbbing through my lover's pants. I was so damn eager to feel that hot meat stabbing my insides, but his hands wouldn't even touch my pussy yet... I was spreading my legs the wider I could and I was almost sure he could spot the wet sparkle through the lace of my white string...

Patty was on her fours in the jacuzzi already, laughing that drunk bitch's laugh as cherishing the way the jets in the tub were massaging her cunt. one of the guys untied her bikini botton and, well, I guess I wouldn't have anything to be ashamed anymore in case someone would notice my own situation at that point; my blouse was opened, and breasts exposed off the white bra.His hands were all over my chest and neck, pulling my hair, grabbing my tits and squeezing my pussy, spreading its moist over my asshole and teasing it with his fingertips.

-You're tightened back... - he whispered to my ear, while introducing his thumb into my asshole.-I'll have a lot of work to gap it opened again.
That excited fingers were exploring me good, and more than once I had to deep breathe not to cum so fast. The party also went hotter across the pool, where Patty was getting her pussy licked by one of the guys as she had her face fucked by other.
-Are you envious of your friend..? - he smiled, noticing I was indeed fascinated by the live show that was just going on. -I am kinda envious of mine, that one fucking your friend's beautiful face. Look how she's enjoying it... I'd love to see that expression on your face...

I was so carried away I just bit my lip and almost beg him to do it.  In less than a second, he freeds that juicy cock from the pants and rubs it against my mouth and face. The manly taste of precum makes me even hornier and I can feel the hot moist dripping. He spreads my legs open, holding me like that while deepthroating me to the root. I couldn't see, I could barely breathe with his balls delightfully suffocating me.

So I couldn't scream when I actually felt a tongue licking up my cunt, up to down. There were two persons touching my body now, and one of them I had no idea whom could be. I was gagging in the cock of someone who was holding me spreaded for someone else's hungry tongue.

-"Eat her pussy, man."- I've heard him saying, and his enthusiasm was felt as he'd stroke my throat deeper. One of his hands released one of my legs and kinda gently slapped my face. : "-Good girl."

 I tried to hold my head up to see who was eating me, but he kinda had my head locked between his legs. Well, it didn't matter, I was surrender. The soft sucking over my clit became a curious hand exam. Long fingers were introduced, one at a time, first in my pussy then in my asshole, as I feel my clit being kissed.

My lover released my shoulders and smiled at me, stucking his moisted fingers to my mouth. tasted like pussy, but not even sure if it was mine, as Patty now was suddenly closer, riding the cock that she was swallowing before. I could see her overswollen pussy getting drilled by that dark, juicy dick, a touch away.

The guy who was eating my pussy started going dipper and eager, grabbed my whole body by the waist, upside down, and buried his face to my wet pussy. My guy was also grabbing me, sliding his toungue and fingers into my asshole. And I was literally hanged, upsidedown, with two cocks to my face. I then dipped as a pornstar.

"-Hold these holes open" - he commands. I'll fill you up. His friend bended me and held my arms against my back, so I couldn't move as my buttcheeks were spreaded and my hole got slowly penetrated by that huge throbbing meat. one of his hands grabbed my ass and the other squeezed my cunt as if he could milk a squirting orgasm out of it.

"I'll cum..!" - I finally said, as I felt I couldn't hold one second longer. He immediately inserted one finger deep into my pussy and said "Go on, I want to feel you."

I came, and kicked , and moved to hard I almost got loose on the other partner's grip (well, he wasn't holding as thigh anymore as Patty started stroking his cock). "Stay there, bitch.. its my turn now..." he said, going into deeper and faster moves.

My asshole was getting sore, now I could feel it as my body started to cool down from the orgasmic peak. And his cock was pulsating harder, I could feel it was close. I reached with my fingers to his balls and gently held it. With a loud moan, I felt the first squirt of his load hit the deep of my ass. He pulled out fast enough so the rest would drip over my buttcrack, as he spreaded the cum throught in between my legs, stroking with his still enhardened cock. The pressure on my back also ended with the moans of our mate cumming over Patty's lips and breasts.

In fantasies, everything counts. A party. Or orgy, why not.

Day #183. Or #184. Or whatever.

Life changes, and nowadays I hardly have time to compose my most beautiful fantasies in this blog.But this does not mean I haven't been fantasizing it.

When one has a written sex life, however, at some point it starts to feel i'm running out of creativity... All in all, it's just fucking. It will be always about me being penetrated, licked, choked, slapped, kissed... It's always about my dripping wet pussy,sometimes hiding under a lacey lingerie, sometimes exposed, wide openly served at my man's will,  deeply explored by his fingers, devoured by his hungry mouth, raped by his tongue, blessed with that hot load of cum I feel his cock splashing inside my asshole.

Even if reality sounds sexy in these occasions, it doesn't go beyond my puffed pussy, drooling over some mental image as the ones previous described. And the ways I'll find to satisfy its moisted lust. My small fingers might be not as glorious as my lover's, but they know exactly where to go and how to move to give me exactly what my body wants to feel, in contrast with the pleasant torture of pushing a toy into my tight ass. Just so it will take a massive meat without ripping, when he bangs me merciless in our games.

It's always the same story I tell you, and it always makes my panties soaked. And thats precisely why I  share it, wishing this note will make your cock as hard as I want it to be when I sit rough on it.

How does it feel to know the reason I'm this wet is because I'm dreaming on your cock? Or do you even understand how much I eager for you? I fucking love your soul, but everything about your body is scandalous sexual. Excuse me for craving you so much. I can't control it. You flood my senses and that's just orgasmic in all possible levels.

If only I could guide your hand in between my legs now...you'd feel my enhardened clit through my wet cotton panties. Again. And I can feel it a zillion times, and describe it a zillion thousand times and will still feel the same urge. The almost painful demanding of your skin crushing against mine, your cock buried between my legs to the root...

You like it, don't you...to own this pussy, inserting fingers and things and tongues. You can only really afflict it by keeping your touch away. I can beg to be attached to your cock by a sucking machine. Tied up in a forced orgasm belt with my mouth opened by some rubber ring. Lost in dreams in your arms, still dreaming in my sleep while you caress my butthole with a moisted finger and the hot head of your dick. 

I'll wake up in paradise feeling you grab me by the pussy and impale me harder. These boobs are handles for you to squeeze as forcing this cock deeper into me.

It's always the same routine, of hard fucking, sweat and cum. Its always the same cock I fancy, the same taste I crave, the same voice I want to listen.

Now tell me to shut up, and take it as a good girl.

This exercise-thing is only making me hornier...

Almost midnight, I'm the last to leave the gym. Been trainning mostly alone tonight: it was a busy day and I could only save my last hours for that, but no way I wouldn't work my body out a bit and give my mind a well-deserved rest.

One hour and a half later, I was full of endorphines, looking at the mirror. My spring-tanned body all sweaty in a gym outfit - ah, that athletic vanity! - is so ready for some inner action... 

The gym is full of equipments one could give new and more interesting functions to...Impossible not to think about one thousand hundred delighful positions to be tasted, touched, fingered, licked, fucked, banged, damned, pleased, wonderfully smeared. All the ways i'd like to surrender at my crimsom perversions on the abduction chair or the weight bench.

Hear me whispering to your ear...'C'mon, come closer, be my personal trainner for tonight. Make me sweat, loose my breathe, and then start all over again, until I'm dripping and begging you (not) to stop. Feel my tights, they're so hot, so in need of a massage...And maybe your cheeky pinky finger will poke a hole right in the middle of my outfit, in between my legs. And make me squat for you. Deep enough to swallow your muscle all the way in...'

You better be aware that I'm trainning to fuck you like an ironman.

Fit to fuck

This blog's name just make no sense at all. I should name it "Bitch In Heat", but instead chose this "Icycle Cycle" stuff, and I know exactly way: I thought the expression was funny, and made up at least 248 reasons to justify using that. Well, it's true that I somehow like ice and snow and also cycles, but...okay, let's just not get into that.

One hundred sixty six - says the calendar. A zillion years,in my account. Has been some crazy times, an for a while I wasn't even missing it. But now it comes back as spring opens. And as the weather gets hotter I can feel the heat taking over.

But these days... I don't give a shit. 

Day wasn't breaking yet, but anxiety kicked me out of the bed where I had already an almost-sleepless night. But somehow, I felt excited. Went to the porch and started doing some simple stretching exercises. The indirect light that came from the corridor let me barely see my silhouette reflected on a mirror.

Tennis shoes, a very adherent sports shorts and a sportive bra. Definitely, there's lot s of other women around that would look better than me right now in these outfits. But I was up to try and change that. And my mind started to get set on these crazy fitness inspo thoughts, like "uh, I'll soon look so great on this mirror, my butt will be a scandal, my legs will be a pair for one to die for. Just needed to work that little ass out a bit...

I started with the squats. Up and down. Could feel the muscles burning, and somehow that felt good. Up and down, making my legs stronger, so I could twerk on your dick like that. Up and down, and I'm getting sweaty, imagining your hard on right below my spreaded legs. Up and down and I can only think about how many times my pussy would've have swallowed your cock in that movement. On, two, ten, twenty five times, fifty... And the slower I go, the heavier it feels.

My legs start to hurt, but I couldn't stop the movement, as my mind was surrended to the fantasy. The muscle pain was similar to the sweet delight of bouncing on your lap. At some point, my whole body begs to stop, but my pussy, that drools for more. That's how I love to get sweaty, to get tired, to feel my body working. Might be the so-called endorphines, but I feel fucking fantastic.

To the floor, back to the gym mat, time for some abs. I force my body forward, as if reaching to suck. I wouldn't mind having your knees keeping mine together, my hands tied... I'd totally depend on my core strenght to project my body and feel how tasty you are...

Instead of holding together, my knees start to drift away. I feel my cunt throbbing, my breath getting heaviner, the bodywork is so much pain that feels arousing.  And the indecent idea of some nasty kind of gym sports comes to my mind. How many of that equipments could be used to find amazing positions to develop strenght and lust. Oh, you should fuck me from behind on the peck deck machine.. I would happily do the hack squats just the way I previously described, going up and down your hard juicy meat. And by the way, leg addution, abduction equipments have always inspired me naughty scenes...

On my lustful gymnasium, I'm already served, speaded, given, underpants ripped off, merciless finger raped, banged, exploited, flogged. I'm so damn horny, feel my clit so  hard, my lips so swollen and moist as my fingers play. One moist finger slips inside my ass, I allow myself to moan. Again, I resist the temptation of penetrating my vagina. Thats so silly, thats so self sacrificying, thats so kinky, sick and overwhelming.  I just need to cum. And its comes like a shock. I feel like screaming.

The kind of training my body needs.

Supposed to be a boring update but I got too horny to finish

I really haven't had time to update this blog properly with any of the lucious  stories that have been popped up lately. What doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it.
Just that real Hamalka has been quite under a stressful time, and having the free hours to dedicate to this writing is a very rare thing nowadays. And a quickie is usually easier to have than to describe...

Been missing it too much, tho...his breath upon my face while he kisses me so deep...going down to my neck, making my body shiver as hid hands strongly grab me by the hair and between my legs.

Always before I sleep I fantasize about how would he fuck me that night. In fact, theres an endless list of occasions when I already imagine how could we start some hard romancing there.

Really, someday I might consider convincing Red to record a little close-up video of us fucking to put on some adult sharing site just to see how many "likes" we get. His monster cock disappearing into my ass is a too glorious view to miss.

Yeah, I do think too much about sex. I know that. I've even thought if its not actually one of the reason I'm antisocial: I have the impression people might know whats on my mind

And my mind is dirty.
And my panties are wet.


...

Virgin again, waiting to feel your cock...

They say the vibes and energies of the people you have sex with, will remain on your body for 6 months. It's been over 4 since I last had sex, and its bit sad to think its most likely that the vibes and energies of it will totally leave my body before I have a chance to renew the load...

Yeah, I'm naughty. And I keep naughty pictures of you for my delight. Your enhardened cock portraited in eye-candy angles, makes me wet and wondering how come I can take all this deep into my butthole. Oh, I miss that. That hot throbbing meat is so much sexier to feel inside me than any toy.

My pussy drools at these thoughts. Ah, it's still untouched. Ever since the last time not a finger had been penetrating it. As a virgin afraid of ruining her own precious condition, I struggle to keep this sweet torture: and so far it's been paying off. My desire gets more demanding. My fantasies go wilder.

You, impaling me.

Quickie, Saltie, Wettie Daydreaming for Today:

Did I tell about that day at the beach..?

Well, it's not really a desert beach, but there's very little people going to it. Mainly because there's no beach restaurants or any commerce on that part of the shore. We had been there ever since early in the morning, enjoying the warm waves and the pleasant feeling of the sun shining upon our skin. Now we were sharing some contemplative moments under the shade of a big tree. I was laid down over a big beach towel, he was sitting by my side, smoking a cigarette, hair caught in a ponytail. His white skin had turned red on his shoulders and those sunburns could hurt later, but by that moment, the world was pure perfection.

I pulled up my sunglasses a bit, and started to admire his looks. I guessed his eyes lost into horizon under that exotic sunglasses, and started making plans for the night. Then he noticed I was staring, turned around and smiled.

-I can feel the weight of your stare.
-I am feeling something else.

He smiled. Gosh, I absolutely love that smile..!

-Do you wanna go home?
-No, I want you to do me right here.
-Really? - he laughed. I frowned.
-Awww...yes. But I know reality is strange from fantasy.
-Maybe we can play on safe grounds. - he said, already pulling the lace of my bikini bottom.

I laughed, slapped his face and tied back the bikini. But as soon as I laid back again, his hand started caressing my lower belly, softly and teasefully (if this word even exists). I closed my eyes. The whole world was only his fingertips sliding over my belly and hips. The sound of the waves. The refreshing breeze. His hands going lower. I feel his fingers touching the edge of the bikini. That was just too hot.

-I'll stop if someone approaches. - he promised.

I trusted him and relaxed, feeling my pussy pulse as he grabbed it with a handful. That massage was getting me irreparably wet.

"-I'm a-check if there's sand in your bikini.." - he joked, and listening to his voice over the waves brought me back the reality of his presence there. I opened my eyes as his fingers explored in between my legs. pulling the bikini a bit, ticking my clit. sliding up and down the moisted crack.

I was moving my hips in frenzy as I felt him reaching into me. I heard voices approaching and saw another couple, with a kid, walking along the waterline.

-They'll see us.- I said.
-They can't figure out what's going on.

He didn't stop, instead went deeper. It was hard to hold the moans. The family walked past us without any shock.
Then he reached to the cooler and got a quite big ice stone, as the ones we were using to cool our drinks, rounded shaped, kinda capsule-like. He put that to my mouth and I sucked it. Then as he kissed my cold lips he pulled the ice inside my pussy.

-"Hold it in" - he commanded.
-"I can't" - I mumbled, feeling it quickly melting.
 I could never predict what came next: he just grabbed me and pulled my hips up, pulled my bikini and quenched his thirst of that water flowing out of me. His feverish hot lips against my iced cunt, was enough to make me cum - and I felt his tongue deep inside as my pussy throbbed.

From afar, I could see the happy family walking back along the shore.

-Let's go some...'safer grounds' - I said.
-In a minute. - Red smile. - Right now, I can't really walk anywhere...

Your cum-guzzling whore (II)

There, leaning over that balcony, the city was mine. I was on top of the world, higer than DiCaprio in "Titanic": the ocean of city lights below me was impressively silent from the second last floor of the hotel tower.

You came from behind me and gave me a demanding hug, pressing my tiny body against yours. I love the way you feel huge around me.
The step on the porch's design was so fitting, that climbing it got me in the very perfect height to rub my trunks against your hips and feel you getting hard inside your pants. You were breathing hard on my neck, licking my ear, biting my shoulder, as if about to devour my flesh, literally.

Your hands reach for my cleavage, claiming for my breasts to grab. Ah, your moans were making me soaked, I could feel my panties drowning between my feverish pussy lips.

There, invisible in front of the capital, you'd fill your hands and my holes. Locked between your manhood and the rail, there's no escape. One of your strong hands goes down to pull my underwear aside, and I feel your fingers exploring my inside.  The other grabs my neck, my hair, keeps me tamed, under your total control.

You cover my mouth to keep me from screaming as I feel your throbbing cock diving into me. Ah, that hot meat belongs sliding in and out of my dripping wet holes. In which one of them will you pump your tasty load into, tonight..?

I'm begging on my knees to be your slut.

Another story about drunk sex in public

Apparently, it happens a lot. Maybe I should ask a psychiatrist about that.

It was a nice pub, European style. Kind of place you go for drinks with your friends and watch unusual games like rugby or hockey or that thing USA calls football. Beautiful people around, but no one we knew. At least not that I had seen.

We've been sitting there all night having drinks and snacks with  some friends that had left us by then. We got distracted with each other at the table, he was telling some funny story that happened to him last spring, and we ended up deciding to have one more drink.  I really can't recall the conversation (I tend to imagine it was about some common friend that almost chopped off his dick on the sliding door of a van, or so ).

Well, thing is that at some point the conversation started to get lewd. Who knows who started that, I just have pretty much no self control when he's around. I can't  pretend I'm not interested. 

I feel a heatwave down below, and pulled him closer for a kiss. He corresponded with the same passion and I could clearly feel the silky string getting wet between my legs. I wanted so bad to spread it, but we were in a public place, of course I wouldn't do it. I just confessed it to him, in a whisper close to his ear.

"I think you should do it." -he encouraged me, holding one of my knees with that big hands that could sure handle me in many ways.

"One can think you're abusing a drunk woman"

"I think I am, actually" - he smiled- that motherfucker dirty smile! - without stop kisdsing me. I could feel I was kinda exposed, as if I was drunkier than I actually was, and had no conscience of my stance.

"Feels better?" -he asks, that voice teasing my ear. I nod and moan in accordance. I don't really want to stop kissing him, not sure if I'd like to open my eyes and realize we weren't alone and there's at least three or four federal laws against what we were doing, that we could go to jail, that someone must film it and put it online, send the pictures to my family, coworkers, University colleagues, my friends...(well, I think my friends wouldn't be that shocked ).

"You think too much" - he whispers in my ear -"It's just a fantasy, we're not even here."

I bet he felt my legs relaxing, one to each side. And kissed me deeper. I eagered to have his fingers in me, but his both hands were busy, softly caressing my breasts from over the blouse.

His tongue moving inside my mouth and his firm hands provoking my tits were driving me crazy. My pussy was sure ready, still he didn't touch it, and I moaned a little louder, revolving my hips a bit to make clear I wanted some attention down there.

He started playing with my panties. Pulling it aside, out, inside even. I was soaked. At last, he covered my pussy the better he could with the white lacey mini-string I was wearing (that was already turned transparent of soaking on pussy juice). 

He kept teasing me, in between my butt cheeks. Massaging my ass with my own moist, lubing it to slide a finger smoothly in.

"For how long have your pussy been missing a fuck..?"

"Over a hundred days, since you last pounded it with your cock.."

"But your asshole seem to be taking quite a lot..." - he was shoving two fingers alternatedly slowly in and out. Felt so good I moved my hips around, pressing it against the invader hand, trying to swallow it deeper.

"Will this slutty ass take two fingers at same time..?" 

"Will have to try and find out.."  - And with this permission he started forcing my asshole. I tried to relax the more I could to enjoy that ride through spectrum of pleasure and pain.

That was making me so drooling wet. My pussy was so envious, while he was testing my ass. I let my hand check out his crotch, and of course it's easy to feel his hard rock cock struggling inside the pants and underwear...

"I need to have you fucking me right now..!" - I was almost begging, ripping off his pants and sitting on him right there. I guess the situation had gone far over control. "Its a quite dark corner..."

There couldn't be much preparation, I just freed his pulsating dick and had to hold my impulses of sucking it. Almost all at once, I let it disappear into my ass, sitting on Red's lap, leaning a bit over the table as if very interested on the live jazz trio that was performing on the small stage. That hot meat was throbbing inside me as I moved my hips in the rythm of the music. He leaned over and started playing my pussy in the rythm, too.

"I can't hold much longer" - he said

"Me neither".

As the music got faster, I twerk'd against his cock, deep and skippy. His fingers went more intense, too. He was too deep into my ass, I'd have to make him cum first, because if I reached the orgasm before he did, my gapped asshole would start to feel.

A few hard sits on daddy's lap, and I could feel him spilling a heavy, warm load inside my ass. And when I felt it, I couldn't hold any longer.

I came, and I squirted, I couldn't hold that creampie, and I accidentally banged on the table and spilt our drinks. The mess was complete. Not only people looked, but the waiters rushed to notice there was a spill. We laughed. Red still had his pants opened when I noticed the cleaning agent approaching.

"Come on...let's go out for a cigarette!" - I suggested.

Romantic

How can it be that today all I can think about, is your smile at the altar, you watching me approach in a bridal gown.
"Do you really consider being on a serious relationship with me?" - a memory of your voice still echoes, as the answer warms my spirit.
I dunno how to be anyone else's, but yours only.
I never wanted anyone else, but you only.
I dunno love, without you.

 <3

Morning dreams

I could indeed be here for hours.
Spreaded legs, pussy opened, tied to your will. And I who was the one full of initiative and domination games, am now like a toy. Accessible,available, with my dripping holes served.
I wanna know what happens when there's no limits.

My pussy would be chewing your cock right now...

It's been almost 100 days since my pussy had last been fucked good. After being banged by that beloved massive cock, nothing was ever worthy enough to penetrate his domains again. Silently in the middle of the night a big cold dildo has been filling up my asshole while my fingers are playing along my enhardened clit, sliding across my dripping pussy, that begs to be banged.

I feel my cunt so hot and swollen, so hungry for your dick... I can think about a thousand ways and situations I could be sitting on it right now.  With my tits jumping on your face or being squeezed by your outrageous hands...

I am wearing nothing from the waist down, with my pussy I can feel the texture of the towel I covered the chair with. It's getting wet, I knew it would...It could be your pants instead. Your underwear. Your tights. I'd rub my pussy to your tight so you can feel how wet I am. And I didn't even touched anything, both hands busy with writing.

I spread my legs and force more juice out. Feel it dripping over my asshole. With a fingertip, I spread the moist carefully . Tingling my clit so it would keep flowing. I needed to lube it good to start the insertion.

With my fingers slowly moving in and out my anus, I am all ready to have my butt penetrated. The cold head of the dildo forces its way in. My pussy is so envy ,it contracts, making it difficult for the rubber dick to fuck me. I take a deep breathe, relax. hold the dildo firmly and move my hips up and down, swallowing it with my ass. I am enjoying every milimeter that it pounds into my asshole. The mirror reflects the image of the penis shaped object being buried between my buttcheeks.

My pussy is drooling, crying, as the moving fingers just pretend they'll penetrate it. My ass is now completely filled, throbbing around the toy dick. Another one comes to action and I rub it against my pussy and clit. I can only resist shoving it in because it's not the cock I want inside me. The eager for that hot pulsating meat to bang my juicy soaked pussy, wouldn't be satisfyed by a toy.

Yeah, I'm still thinking about your hand, pushing the dildo inside my ass, while the other teases my cunt while you lick my clit. I'd scream in pleasure, but I'm choked on your cock, feeling your precum taste on my throat, with your balls hitting my face. You're forcing into me and slapping my cunt, calling me a slut and saying I must be loving it. That you'll make me beg to have cock inside my pussy, but you were going to rip loose my other holes first.

Again you'll slap my pussy, then take your cock out of my mouth. Make up is ruined, face is smeared on body fluids, you violently rub your dick against my face, slapping my cheeks with it. And with your hand, before turning around and taking position between my spreaded legs. Only this vision almost makes me cum... would you fuck me at once, roughly and deeper than ever... or would you do it slowly... a bit at a time... And then make me scream, make me beg, feel me fight and convulse over the need of having your cock inside me, fucking my pussy, banging the hell out of me as if you didn't care if I would like.

You'd finish then by fucking my gaped ass until you creampie me - and I can't hold your hot load in, I I can almost feel it dripping down my legs... 

I open my eyes and see in the mirror just the loneliness of the room, and my asshole getting red of swallowing the toydick up and down, glittering in pussy juice. One touch and I will cum...

I moan, as I imagine your own voice moaning close to my ears. Your every sensorial memory can turn me on. Your voice, and the sensation between my legs. The dream of holding you close, of dripping your sperm, of being your princess and your slave, as long as always your fight partner and your best friend, your little slut, your fuck doll. Spit on my pussy as you finger fuck me just to enjoy me suffer the aftershocks. I know you are that kind of guy.

I know I am your kind of girl.

Привет, Россия!

Спасибо за аудиторию и извините Mario Fernandes...

Girls Night In

He wasn't home. And that night, I decided I was going out of my antisocial shell, too.
"Gotta have fun, life can't be all about work", I thought. Remembering the days when life was a party, I started to question myself if I was becoming just a bitter hermit who'd always prefere to be working and studying as a nice excuse not to take any invitations to go and have some irresponsible times a little. Ok, not irrresponsible, but at least some time for me, for not having to worry about anything else.
I decided to call this one close friend, whose invitations I'm always declining - although nowadays she's pretty much the only that still insists on inviting me.

"- So, are you up for a wild party or just a cup of coffee? - she cheerfully asked, happy that we would finally meet after a long time.
"-Gee, I dunno...I don't even know any places to go nowadays, so long I've been stuck at this desk..."
"- Well, do you have to be back home soon?"

I looked at the clock. It wasn't even 6 p.m.

"-Nah." -I told her -"I have the whole night."
"-Have you had dinner already?" - she asked.
"-Nope. In fact I hadn't even thought about that."
"-Good, then I have an idea: why don't we go out to dinner and see what happens next?"
"-I..." - I sighed -"I actually have a lot of food here, I haven't been bothering to cook , due to all this rush...What do you think about coming over, I can prepare something to us, we have some wine , catch up on the gossips, and then we think about where to take the party to..."
"- Deal, then. I have a nice Carmenére for us. What time should I show up?"
"- Oh, you can come anytime. I just showered and am here kinda doing nothing."
" - Same here...Should I go rightaway, then?"
"- Sure, I'll be waiting."

 I called the front desk and made notice I was waiting for my friend's visit, that she could come right upstairs. Then I  went to the kitchen to take a look of the available ingredients, and think what we should cook. While preparing the kitchen, my phone vibrated and I smiled at one more of that sweet messages. "How is your night, babe? " followed by a couple of kissing emojis. " A friend is coming over, we're having dinner here, and probably will go out for a drink or dancing bit later..." - I answered. "Night is still young there" - he added with a winking emoji. "I love your cooking, maybe I should rush home and join you..."

"Yes, I wish..!" - I thought. I was craving so bad for his return already. The insane amount of work I had to deal with in the past days was actually distracting me for the painful longing of his skin against mine. Now that everything was in its places, the empty apartment had plenty of room for missing his presence in every little corner: his perfume on his clothes in the closet. Our pictures framed on the walls. His silent guitar resting on the living room. His pillow dressed in untouched silk case on his tidy side of the bed. From the shelves, I pick one of our favorite albuns and let the music pay me company.

"Someone's in such an 80's mood tonight..!" - My friend's cheerful voice is heard through the song . I turn over and there she is, opening arms in a hug, carrying a bottle one hand and a bag on the other. "I dunno where we are going afterwards, so I brought a dress to change, in case the occasion demands" - she explained about the bag. She was already pretty dressed to kill, with a long, light skirt and an outrageous cleavage. "Well, yeah, I was thinking about going to the midnight mass at local church..." - I laughed.
"C'mon, I want the congregation to see how open-hearted I am..!"  "Excuse me, dear...I guess you mistook open hearted with breast naked..!" - I answered, trying to make up a priest's voice.

She left the bag aside, went to the kitchen and, feeling comfortable enough, found the glasses and started serving the wine. "Where's your lord, then? Busy somewhere, as always..?"
I nodded, taking the glass and smelling the wine. "He must be heading home tomorrow, today was the last day of working there and he went out with his mates to celebrate."
"We celebrate too, then." -she said, raising a toast. We both took a sip. "So, what's on the menu?"
"Well, since you mentioned Carmenére, I think pasta with tomato sauce will be an easy and pleasant choice to harmonize."
"Nailed it. And what about some provolone appetizers while we cook?"
"-Perfect. The cheese is over there at the board, you can cut it"

One hour and two bottles later, we had already finished dinner, and the dessert subject turned out into a rather funny story she was telling about her last date, who gifted her a box of chocolates, and when they ended up in bed later, he started inserting the candy into her pussy to melt, so he could lick it from her.
"Ohmygosh..!" - I laughed
"No, really..! At first I thought that was weird as hell, but then, who cares... I never had such a deep facefuck as that. His tongue was reaching up to my ovaries, I swear...I was only disappointed because he didn't leave one single chocolate for me to actually eat later..."
"But if he fucked you afterwards, you must have tasted it from his cock, I presume."
"Oh yes, I did... And it was great quality chocolate, I tell you. I sucked him so eagerly he ended up cumming in my mouth. And of course I swallowed it all..."

As we stepped into our bedroom, I was proud to see my friend was quite mesmerized. It was sure the most opulent room of the small apartment.  Angled mirror in the ceiling, indirect light, bondage hooks on the bed corners, virgin white furniture, clear flooring...and I had to show her all the indecent effects of the coloured lights and projections. As we shared a whisky from our very private collection, I was showing her the secrets of our playground. And that was actually making me wet.

"-You guys have a real dungeon here..."
"- A fancy-architectured one, yup."

We both fell silent. Looking at the lusty surroundings and the toys all over the bed, each one of that would bring at least one lascivious memory to my mind. And judging by my friend's looks, her imagination was going wild, too.

"This room makes me hot..!" - she gulped, finishing her whiskey.
"You want some more?" - I offered.
"No, thanks, I'm already drunk." - she refused, still short of words. I wondered if she was feeling the same, or at least kinda like me. Alcohol then filled its role: if she dared to enter my realms, maybe she could enjoy it a bit, aswell.

"-Do you...do you wanna cum?" - I asked, feeling the moist spreading on my cottom panties.
"-I'm not into woman, Hammy, I'm sorry..!" - she laughed. I smiled, thinking that if I was into her, I'd probably be pretty heartbroken by her answer. But my proposal was merely practical:

"I'm not talking about having sex with you, I just think we could play a little...I have a lot of fun toys and I know you'd like to use them, too..."
She said nothing. I took one of the dildos on the bed, dipped it in the whiskey on my glass and sucked it. She was watching me, a bit intimidated. I was in fact trying to make her comfortable, but that wasn't working.

"-So, you wanna know how I deal with loneliness while he's away.."

From the closet, I took out the white box , with some writing in japanese. And started assembling what at first sight can be taken for a sewing machine.  "What's this?"  my friend asked.
"Oh, the last anniversary gift my baby got us from his trips..." - I rapidly finished, and as I conected the dildo, she knew what it was. I turned it on, and the fucking machine slowly started to thrust the air.

My friend still said nothing, and I was starting just not to mind her presence. From the bedside stand I took a blister of scented lube, took of my skirt and pulled out my panties, feeling quite relieved in having my pussy free of its cotton mask. I was so wet that I had to be careful while touching it. I didn't want to cum yet.
I blasted the lube, and that flower-candy-ish smell filled the air.

"When he's away" - I explained, almost didatically, as i rubbed my asshole with the lube - "I don't ever penetrate my pussy, so I can keep it tight and hungry for his cock. But I love to keep my ass stretched... so he can fuck me roughly anytime."

Bare naked from my waist down, I regulated the machine's angle, feeling the pleasant menthol effect of the lube. Then I bended over the chair, spreading my legs and holding my buttocks open wide, feeling the dildo's head touching its target. Once I had aimed it perfectly, I relaxed my body and pushed the chair closer to the machine, feeling it go deeper.
Moaning as I was getting used to the stick sliding in and out, I took my phone and texted him "Dinner is over..." along with a selfie where he could guess what I was into.

My friend poured another dosis, probably just to do something, since she had refused one minutes before. I could see she was fascinated, but trying to look away. "Can you do me a favor?" - I asked her, bit panting, between the thrusts.- "Yes?" - she was kinda surprised that I was talking to her.
"-Open up this drawer and get me the nipple clamps, please?" -I asked
She opened the drawer where I keep my jewelry and seemed  confused. "I'm not sure what I'm searching for" - she said.
"-There are few pairs of them. Small thingies connected by a chain..."
"-Like these?" - she raised a silver-plated pair of clamps, pending from a strass-decorated chain.
"-Perfect." 

She handed me the exotic jewelry and watched closely as I put it on. "Doesn't it hurt..?" - she asked. "Not more than I enjoy" - I smiled at her. "Can you get me a pair of handcuffs, too?"  - there were some over the bed. She took the black ones, then looked again, and changed for the silver ones.

"-You're choosing. It's good..!" - I giggled. She smiled. I took the nipple clamps chain and held it up, between my lips. My nipples were starting to feel bit sore, and the pulling, combined to the slow, steady ass penetration, forced me to take a deep breath. "Help me with these...", I asked her to close the cuffs as I had my hands onto my back. I felt a shiver when I heard the click of the accessory closing.

"Thank you..!" - I said, making an effort not to drop the delicate chain from my mouth. "Now... can you take a picture, please?"
She took the phone, aimed the camera. I relaxed and faced the lenses, showing how good I was feeling. Rolled my tongue around the clamps chain and opened a slutty smile. She took a couple of shots and was putting the phone down, but I ask her to go on. "Keep shooting... now the fun is actually starting..!"

Well, she smiled. That bitch was finally comfortable at last. And so was I. She went for another angles, as I kept looking straight to the camera while I could - because at some point, she approached from behind me. I could see her then reflected on the mirror. She was crouching pretty close to my behind, clicking the details of the massive rubber cock that never stopped invading me. My dripping pussy was staining the chair, and she let me know it was a worthy click.

"Your butt hole..it doesn't close anymore." - she watched it so closely I could feel her breath on it.
"Pour a little lube on it, please..!" I moaned. "Film it while you do it."

She pressed the tube from up and I felt the cold drops running down my buttcrack, as the dildo was pushing its way in again. Then I noticed the machine was going faster- my friend increased the speed without an ask or a warn. I couldn't think, anyway. I was flowing out in pleasure and felt I was about to cum.
It came like an earthquake, and I screamed. Tied up and stuck between the chair and the fucking machine, I couldn't move much. For about ten seconds, I lost conscience of everything around me - including the neighbours, that surely could hear me roar.

"Turn it off..!" - I begged. "Turn it off..!", I repeated, even when she had already did it, and was then releasing me from the handcuffs. ( I swear I didn't tell her the trick of how to open it without the keys, which makes me think she wasn't that unfamiliar with some of my tricks...)

 I fell upon the bed. Panting. Laughing. That was just great. "Give me the phone, I want to see how it went..!" - I started scrolling through the pictures and short clips she had made, while sipping on the whisky that she served, but never touched. "Ohmygosh, that's soooo delicious..!" - I laughed. "Are you sure you don't want to try a round?" - I insisted, as if we were talking about a carousel.

"-Okay, you convinced me..!" - she surrendered. I cheered like a teenager :
"-So, choose your weapon and get in position!"
She undressed her skirt, laid in bed and took off her panties, exposing her totally wet, glossy pussy. I connected the toy of her choice and rearranged the machine angle to fuck her in a gynecological position.

"Handcuffs?" -I offered. "No!" -she laughed. "But I guess I could try the nipple clamps..."

She freed her big, firm silicon breasts out of the cleavage, her perfect nipples already popped hard. I helped her put on the accessory and she bit her lips when she was all ready. Spreaded her legs and grabbed the pillow tight from behind her head, smirking and pressing her eyes as if waiting for something tad painful.

"-I'm ready, fuck me, Mr. Machine!" - she laughed one second before the whole massive dildo she chose was all at once shoved into her cunt, and then withdrawed covered in moist, to get back in again.

Her scandalous way of moaning and laughing was actually exciting, but I'd have to recompose myself a bit before trying to cum again. I left her having fun at the bedroom, closing the door behind me because of the noise. What a surprise it was to find Mr. Red sitting at our couch, watching the video I had just sent him, of me being mechanically banged by the sex robot..!

"-What...When..how come..?!" - I asked confusely, as I jumped into his arms and start covering that beloved smile with kisses. "We finished the job a couple of days earlier, and  thought about making a surprise for you. I texted you when my plane landed, and since you said you were going out, I rushed to be here by the time you'd arrive..."- he said with his arms deliciously embracing me.

"-But it seems that I am who's most surprised here..!" - he laughed, pointing to the bedroom door from where we could still hear her laughing and moaning out loud. "What's happening in there?"
I answered with a funny gesture, as she interrupted her moaning to yell : "Hey, Hamalka, you have the best cock of the whole world..!". We laughed. I put my hand to Red's lips, for him to be quieter, as she was sure we were alone in the apartment. I didn't want to spoil her fun.

"-Marry meeee..!" - she was yelling at the machine again.
"-She's drunk as a cow... I bet she'll cum and pass out. Let her rest a bit before I introduce you two..." - I giggled. 
"-So, what should we do in the meanwhile?" - he asked, shining that glacial eyes onto me.

"-I guess I have an idea..." - I whispered, as my hands started to unbotton his jeans.

Empty bottle (a failed tale)

Another one down.

I think twice about opening a new. What doesn't keep me from the decision already taken: lid off. The liquid flows out with that characteristical sound, 'til the glass is filled. I don't care if it's too early, or If I already drank too much. I'm alone and this is my only comfort. I know it makes no sense, but suddenly I understand the drama of the alcoholics, and raise my glass to it, in a disrespectful, nasty toast.

Maybe I'm just not that confident as I'd like to pretend. And with the world falling around me, I can't pretend I don't see it. I wish I did. But ignorance is a good place where I can't afford a trip to.

One more long, big sip. Almost a liter, and it's not even 9 a.m. I know that soon there will be consequences, but I couldn't care less by now. Firecracks. The World Cup of Football is on, and nobody seems to give a fuck about anything else. Evil may overcome. Injustice will prevail. They'll mourn it in the morning, but not before the games. But then everything will be lost.

Lust over dejection. All pornography seem so shallow. Toys as torturing devices that only reminds me how far away you are.My pussy is dry, my eyes are wet. I drown my griefs. The devil talks dirty, and this turns me on.

But not today.

I'd fall back to bed - I fall for you instead. The work can wait but the word is urgent. Another dose of inspiration, and I spill myself over poems on your beauty and your thrill. All non suitable for publishing, all too sweet to get one blushing.

Not my style.

I pour another glass, and notice I'm starting to get nauseous. Over two liters of water, and it's not even 10 in the morning.

Inked Passion

The studio was light and clean, with all white furnishings and colorful art hanging from the walls in stunning designs. I squeezed his hand a little harder, communicating my bit anxiety as we entered the room. The artist was already waiting for me, wearing an all black outfit that contrasted with the white apron, bandana and mask. Without a word, a hand already covered by blue rubber gloves indicated I should take my place at the chair.

I took a last sip of Jack Honey, and handed Red my bottle and purse. Laid down, I tried to relax as I felt the cold of an alchohol-soaked tissue being rubbed against my skin. "Can I put some music on?" - Red asked. "As loud as you wish, bro. This room used to be a rehearsing studio, the doors and windows are pretty soundproof"- was the answer.

So, he dropped my stuff over a glass side table, and went to deal with the sound system. I took a deep breath, trying to get more comfortable. one window, behind me, had its curtains opened to a probably beautiful view of the city from the 7th floor. In front of me there was another big window from where one could see the studio reception lobby, with its vintage-futurist decoration that reminded a mix of old fashioned drive-in restaurants with some kind of harbour side cabaret. There was a bunch of people there (and they were all as unique-looking as the scenario), but they couldn't see inside the room we were, because of the one-side mirror effect of the glass.

He put some music on, walked a bit and stood beside me, taking a peek at the work. "This is going to be really beautiful" - he said. "Yes" I answered. The artist was silent, concentrated. Red walked a bit around the room, took a look outside through the windows, and stopped in front of the chair, staring at me with a sweet smile. He opened the bottle and took a sip of my whiskey, making an interesting expression: "I still prefere the original shit" - analyzed him.

I gave him a bit nervous smile back, uneasy with the pain that was starting to get tad annoying. "You want a sip?" - he offered. I reached with my right arm in his direction and he came closer to handle me the bottle.

-Is it hurting? - he asked, and the bright in his eyes was already changed.
-A bit... - I answered, staring him back while I felt his fingers softly caressing my thigh. - But I'm a big girl. I can take it.

-I know you can take it. - his fingertips were moving up to my hips, careless about lifting part of  my skirt. His touch was soft as a feather, and now directioning to my inner tighs. I bit my lips. I felt him smoothly touching my pussy from over my panties, in slow up and down movements. As my bean was getting hard, he'd circle it, tickling its arounds, without taking those hypnotic eyes from me.

"Is that pain and pleasure..?" - he'd affirm, more than ask. One finger lifted up the corner of my panties, and another one slided into my soaked pussy 'til I felt the pressure of his hand against my labia. I let escape a muffled groan, that was probably inaudible, through the music and the typical noise of the tattoo machine. With one finger way deep inside me, he offered another sip of the drink and softly kissed me.

I could feel the moist starting to flow out, as his thumb touched the top of my clit. I felt a small shock and bit my lips again. He smiled, made a deeper pressure inside me, before slowly taking out his now smeared finger, and sticking into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it, tasting my own pleasure, and teasing my instincts.

He pulled a bench to the front of the chair I was, took a sit and gently bended my legs, caressing all along them, without any rush. When his hands got to my hips, he pulled off my panties, kissing my naked ankles as he freed me from the lingerie. Then he bended my legs up, spreading it in a gynecological position, as he pulled himself closer.

The one-way mirror window was right behind him, and the impression I got was that everyone outside could see the scene, which was at the same time uncomfortable and exciting, like the pain in my arm as the tattoo needles hurt my skin. As if part of the machine, the artist just kept going, eyes on the drawing as if nothing unusual was happening. As I turned my head to see how the work was evolving, I felt Red's breathing between my legs as the tip of his tongue tickled my clit. His stare was profound and intimidating, and I closed my eyes as his mouth was getting hungrier, sucking me greedily.

I firmly grasped the sides of the chair with my hands. The artist then delicately tapped to my forearm, making a sign to relax the arm muscles. I tried to apologize, but again was deeply penetrated by one long, decided finger, as I felt the palm of his hand cupping my whole cunt, pressing my sensitive spot.  His finger started moving inside me, teasing and stretching, as another one was tickling my butthole, and spreading over the juicy drips of my fluids.

He got a second finger into my gash, revolving as the other hand was now pressing the bottom of my belly. I was now moaning out loud, twisting my toes inside the high heels, trying to keep steady. Sometimes the tattoo artist would rub a tissue to my wounded inked flesh to wipe the blood that was probably running hot through my whole body. This was terribly painful and still would make me even more sensitive to the stims down my intimate sites. A woman approached the mirror to check out her newly got tattoo. Her friend came closer, and they were cheerfully talking and pointing. I couldn't listen to them, they couldn't see me  there, kinda hostage of that kinky scene.

He spreaded my legs even more, exposing my puffed up glossy pussy.  He stepped aside, again searching for the bottle. I felt too vulnerably and put my knees together. " Keep it opened" - he firmly commanded, taking another sip. I just obeyed, and reached again with my hand, silently asking for the bottle.

He came to me, pulled my head up a bit from the chair headrest, but didn't let me hold the bottle. Instead, he put the bottleneck to my lips and lift its bottom. There was a bit too much, and some of that honeyed tennessee spilled from the corner of my lips, dripping over my neck and cleavage. He forced me to drink all the rest of the liquor - there might had a whole dose left or more, counting the wasted. "Good girl". - he said, still holding the now empty jar in front of me - "Now suck it."

I looked down to his pants and noticed he had a hard on . My eyes questioned, his firm gesture pushing me the bottle was the answer. I then holded it with my right hand - the left arm was almost numb, the fleshy canvas for that focused artist - as Red was grabbing the back of my neck, keeping my eyes on him, as his other hand slapped my pussy.

I started licking and sucking the cold bottleneck as if it was his hardened cock. "That's it..!" - he complimented, and slapped my cunt again, this time harder. "Deeper, bitch, I want to see you deepthroathing it." - he said, louder than the music, careless  of the presence of a third person there...Well, definitely that didn't matter any longer.

I could notice a few people occasionaly passing through or even stopping by the one-sided mirror. The heavily pierced receptionist fixing her pink hair. A young couple admiring their matching tattoos. A group of drunk motorclub members arriving for some celebrative inking. I could only have quick glimpses of them while Red's fingers worked hard on me. One, two, three...revolving, exploring, as if he wanted to retrieve something from the depths of my welled pussy. I could no longer hold the bottle, I left my arm rest aside, still holding it by the bottleneck, moaning out loud as I was being extremely fingered.

A whorish-looking women was retouching her lipstick as Red leaned over me and whispered: "Keep sucking this shit if you don't want this bottle to end up on your asshole..!" - he then took his hand out of my pussy, slapping it even harder. My body shook for a second and even the tattooer seemed to have had a little jump scare, stopping to draw for a second, then wiping off the excess of ink and blood and continuing the work.


Red then slapped the bottle from my hand, that went to the floor into zillion pieces. I could notice a reaction from people outside as if they heard that noise of shattered glass, but then I felt my arse being merciless penetrated by his fingers. Deeply, slowly and strongly. All in. All out. He let go on my neck and had his two hands grabbing me, loosening my butthole with both thumbs, tickling my vagina with his index fingers .

"I'm almost done" - the artist said, loud enough to be heard  throughout the music and moaning.  "Time to cum" - Red smiled a pervert, delightful smile, drumming his fingers on my cunt as I could still feel his pinkies holding my hole gaped.

In seconds, I felt the shaking. An exploding orgasm shocked my body and again the tattoo machine stopped working on me. A big amount of moist was spitted out my pussy, almost in a squirt, and I did suffocate a louder cry.

"It's done" - the artist announced, and rubbed me with the tissue one last time. Then said, begining to thake the gloves and mask off : "I'll have some water, you can suit yourselves, I'll be right back. Nevermind the mess, someone will come to clean it later" -and left the room.

Red reached the tissues and handed it to me with a passionated kiss. I cleaned myself,  put on my painties and pulled down my skirt.  He  disconnected his phone from the sound system and then helped me to get off the chair, after another of his sweetest kisses. We both were staring at the mirror, admiring my new tattoo. Admiring ourselves. We are a hell out of a great-looking pair.

-Did you like it?
-I loved it.
-I love you.

That would be forever under my skin.

See Me Masturbate ( Dirty Talk II)

Later, I was telling him about my unexpected masturbation adventure with the dirty talking strange in the video.
-Do you like dirty talking porn? - I asked.
-Sure! Hard to find good...- he lamented.

Of course the idea got fixed in my mind. But what would him call "good" dirty talking porn?
I have no idea. Im too self-conscious about my dirty talking. I've noticed in previous videos, that I tend to start talking childish and baby like, and it kinda embarrasses me. But I guess there's only a few things that a woman willing to spread open to a camera could be really embarrassed of...

It was easier just not to show my face. I positioned the camera in a good angle next to the mirror, and was watching the screen instead of the reflected image. I wanted to see what he'd be seeing.

All set, I could sit and focus in getting wet. Time to fantasize. It was bit hard to stop wondering about what should I say...

"Hey, sweetie...you know what? I just can't wait to see you..."- I tried to start somehow, but almost whole of my attention was being drained by the finger movements on my vagina. Back to mind came the majestic picture of his hard on. I moaned out loud, feeling my fingertips getting humid.

" I can't wait to have this cock fucking me again.." - I thought, but didn't vocalize. Damn it, my mind was in a storm of memories of epic fucks back to over a decade and a half ago, which my whole body remembers every single move. Like the night he filled me so good from behind, that even after overflowing my hole with cum, he went on drilling me hard, making me drip all over the sheets.

By this point, I could feel my pussy starting to water.  Looking at the phone screen I could see the glossy pink spot getting hungry for action. My long nails gently touching my clit.

"This is soo good... You wanna feel it? I want you to feel it... Will you pull my panties aside and finger me discreetly anywhere, just to check me wet..? I'll be all so wet for you...can you make my pussy cum, please..? I want you so bad..!"

It's so easy to make this pussy drippy soaked whenever imagining its about to get his attention. Another sexy situation just popped out mind: what if instead of taking me at once, he would decide to be patient and torture me for hours, having me wide open and bonded, touching, licking, fingering me, inserting things - but not fucking.

Again my moaning went louder, imagining how many things he could do to my exposed body without treat me with his cock inside my cumming  holes. My fingers got more intense imagining me immobilized, with a vibrator stuck to my ass, having him faceraping me deep. I almost feel his huge, strong hands holding my jaw straight and gagging me with his dick until I feel his balls smashing against my face.

I feel another thick drop of pussy juice sliding down to my asshole. Oh, fuck, I'd cum right now if only I felt the tip of his dick touching my pussy..!

"Fuck me, please..!" - and the voice came almost as a mourn - " I need to cum soooo bad..!"
"You'll cum when I want to" - I imagined he'd answer, and took it as a relieving promise. With that man, the battle was always trying not to cum too soon or get too sore before the fun even start.

I had to slow down the clit fingering. I was dangerously on the edge and it was too good to end yet. With a finger, I started massaging my asshole.

"Oh yeah..!" - my voice sounded how delighted I was- "I'm so horny..! I want to sit on your cock with my buttcheeks open wide, but I need to stretch my ass first...would you help me..? Could you be gentle..?" I said as my fingers slided in and out my moisted hole. On the screen and the mirror in front of me I could double-see the scene of my long nailed fingers massaging the borders of my asshole, and hoped the vision would make him as horny to fuck me as I was right then for having his cock buried in my butt.

"Wanna see this dildo fucking my asshole, dear? I can take it all inside, after a while, I swear..!"

Carefully, very carefully, I rubbed the dildo against my pussy to make more moist come down, but I had to use light gestures not to explode already.  The expectation of being filled in the ass made my heart beat faster. "Aw, it hurts..!" - and it actually did, while the dildo's pink head started forcing the entry.

"It hurts..!" - I went on mourning, feeling my asshole throbbing against the insertion - "I'd need a little kiss to take the pain away, a little kiss in my pussy... Can you please kiss my pussy? Please..?"

Dripping moisted, the head of the dildo started to open its way through my asshole, while one of my fingers carresed my labia and helped me dream about his mouth covering my pussy while he'd prepare my butt to be roughly pounded.

"Please, fuck me...I need your cock...I'm so horny for you.." - I was shamelessly begging. Even fantasizing about having him so close and still having to wait to get that dick stuck on me, was insanely torturing.

Fuck that, I wouldn't hold back too much longer. Changed position, leaving my butt way up, with my head down. "Look at it, Red, look what you've done to me...I'm a slut, on my knees, holding you my gaped asshole and begging you to fuck me..." - I pushed the dildo all inside with a loud moan. Took it out and slowly back in,  filming the scene up close so he'd notice the dripping gloss.

"I'm all ready for your cock now...my slutty ass is so hungry to swallow your dick to the root...I want to scream so loud on your hard-on, Red..! Come fuck me like this..." - and moved the toy faster and stronger , as my lust  was increasingly out of control.
"Fuck this whore's asshole, brake it loose, I want to fell your cum dripping outta me..!"

My swollen red cunt was pulsating in fever as I had four fingers exploring the gap left by the violent masturbation. The scene in the mirror reflected a detail the camera couldn't register: a pair of sweet stationary paperclips were been used as nipple clamps. And the pleasant pain on the breasts made the whole feeling even kinkier.

But when my mind pictured him taking his cock out and actually start rubbing it against my gap, I felt I wouldn't hold anymore... One last deep stock with the dildo to my ass, and when its fake balls touched my cunt, I could feel the cum starting to squirt.

"Oh, no, no, no... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..!" - I almost cried, and a strong squirt came out and actually reached the mirror, leaving some drops on the image. I slapped my pussy to calm its espasms, feeling that hard toy in my insides.

I was totally sweaty, messy, upside down, impaled, disgraced. Turn on the vibrator and my pussy contracts and squirts again. The juice flows down to my legs, but also down to my belly, chest and  neck, reaching my mouth. In that weird position,  I felt trashy drinking my own cum. With it still dripping from my chin, I'd lick my lips looking at the mirror,proud of being this filthy slut.



I need you to fuck me real, fuck me hard. And if you don't like my dirty talking, you can shut me gagged on your shaft....

Assfucked By A Stranger ( Dirty Talk I )

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Live show

And then, of course, I had totally lost account on how much wine I've had. And we started to talk about the videos I sent him.

-They're very good, I love them!  - he cheered.
-Well, it's probably the best I can do considering the..."structure" I have. - I laughed. - You know I have a thing for porn.

-I can understand that. - he gave me that malicious smile. And without drifting his eyes away from mine, I felt his hand coming from behind me and grabbing my ass.
 I wasn't wearing any underwear. His fingertips went straight to my asshole. He forced it a bit, just to feel its reaction.

-I want you to show me, as you do in your videos - he said .- But this time I'll be the one filming.
-Right now?
-Yes. - he pointed to the couch at the reading corner of the room. A strong and large couch with a spotlight right on it.
I went to pick up my toys, and when I came back he was setting his phone's camera.

-Anytime you're ready. - he invited.
-I'm ready.

I got all on my fours upon the couch and arched my ass as high as possible, making sure I'd be completely exposed. The spotlight was a bit blinding and I could only guess his focused expression , approaching the camera to my bottoms and to my face alternately.

My fingers begin to caress my wet pussy. Gotta be really careful not to cum too soon... My eyes looks hungry for the camera, but more than ever to the man behind the lenses. The idea of having him so close, really watching my every move, was driving me sexually out of control.

I'm so wet I could easily skip the lube. But the sensation of the cold wet drops on my eager buttocks was just too good to miss. I massaged it good and fingered it a bit before reaching to the white dildo I use on the scenes.

He's silent and committed, and that somehow makes it feel even dirtier. I looked straight to his eyes while introducing the whole dildo into my ass. Noticing his breathing was changing was really increasing my mood, and in a couple of minutes I'd be swallowing that whole dildo at once  with my ass, and panting like a cow to be impregnated.

He found a good angle and stood there a while, driving his eyes off the screen and focusing on the real scene. He started caressing my butt and hips, letting his fingers slide on my fluids.
He's still filming. He takes the dildo out of my hands and proceeded the fucking, alternating the speed and intensity of the moves.

I'm all loose and can just enjoy the feeling of being impaled like that by his hands. Panting, sweaty and mesmerized by the lust  in his expressions, I dare to close my eyes for a moment... Its when I feel a hot pressure against my pussy.

I moaned, a bit for the pain. He was trying to force his huge hard on inside my pussy, with the dildo still buried in my ass. I'd even be up for the double penetration challenge, but with two big fillings like that, not a chance.

He then took the dildo out of my ass and shoved all that massive erection all at once deep into my pussy. The loud squeaking mixed with his heavy breathing and my moans. Fuck, that was good. That was way too good.

-S..stop, or I'll cum..!
-Not yet. - he pulled me to himself even harder once more before switching my pussy to my asshole.

Now I was feeling it. A pulsating member throbbing inside me, forcing its way deep into my ass. Not a cold fake hardness, but a hot blooded cock to gap my ass broken.

-Is this want you wanted, bitch? You were craving to have my cock raping your ass...

I couldn't answer. The window glasses reflected the most perfect scene: he was behind me, filling my butt with his dick, that I could feel that was about to come...

The phone was left on the bedside desk. It was just us, and we were that centimeters of flesh we so eagerly rub against each others.
-Cum with me...! - he mumbled, trying to be firm on his order. His fingers worked on my pussy and clit. His cock going in and out my asshole. I could feel it coming. His breathing was maddening for the nympho in me.

Once more I'd feel that hot tide creampie me full. And feel it coming down with all the juice my pussy squirted in its raging lust.