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
A paperback fairytale
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Friday, July 27, 2018
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
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.
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Friday, July 6, 2018
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.
"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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)