Our mouths that mingle

Our mouths that mingle

I hesitate for a moment, take off the polo, mark a new waiting time, quickly slide the shorts and dives in my turn. The water is delicious, we make a few fathoms, then we come out.
– It’s nerd, I did not take a towel, we’ll have to dry in the sun. Do you mind putting sunscreen on me?

She sits at the end of my deckchair, I straddled behind her, still naked … I cover my hands cream, begins to penetrate on the back. She unhooks her shirt top, releasing her heavy breasts which I see the curve. I try to penetrate the cream thinking of something else, but its movements bring us closer, and the contact of her buttocks causes me an erection easily perceptible. She gets closer, plays a moment and then stands up, eyes on my stick at attention.

– I see that you are not quite foreign to the attraction of women … It’s curious, I thought you were exclusively attracted to men … Because something tells me that you like men do not is this not ?
– What makes you believe that? Uh … I actually had some homosexual adventures, that’s a long time ago, but I’m more focused on the female sex I tell him.

– Really ? Imagine that I thought you and Marc … Spend so much time alone … I imagined that you would frolic together … to go head to toe spade .. .
– No, believe me …
She laughs, and finally decrees not wanting to stay in the sun. She slides her bra, puts on her white dress, then gives up her wet hand briefs to the floor. Naturally, her wet body is clinging to the dress; her nipples draw the fabric, her buttocks deliciously mold the dress, and when she turns, her fleece appears in transparency, at the height of my face. Needless to say, my erection is only reinforced .

– Do not stay there like an idiot. Dress and follow me in the living room; let me show you something …
The time to spend polo and shorts, I am, intrigued. I sit beside him on the couch; the remote control in hand, she turns on the TV.
– I work in a video surveillance company, so the house is largely equipped with cameras, she tells me.

I like to watch people without their knowledge, it’s a little voyeur, but it amuses me … and sometimes excites me too.
She sends a file and we are at the edge of the water. My eyes riveted on her wet buttocks, my erection watching her go away make her laugh. I laugh less, me … Where are the cameras in this house?
As if reading in my mind, she clicks on another file and we are in the bathroom of the guests.

A brunette, naked, comes out of the shower; she caresses her breasts long, erect nipples; a hand goes down on her fleece, her middle finger slips between her lips, and she caresses gently, eyes closed …
– It’s crazy what people can be shameless when they think they are alone … I pass you later, it’s a little boring … Now you, she said smiling. Let’s see how you use your time in the bathroom … It does not bother you, I hope?
I become peony.
– Well, Helen, it’s pretty embarrassing … Finally, the intimacy of people, you can not do that .

– Well, that’s a late modesty. It did not bother you to undress at the edge of the pool … You even showed me arrangements … flattering to me … So you do not risk much, she says activating the file.
We appear with Marc, naked, as we enter the shower. We understand quite quickly that the idea was not to save water.

Our mouths that mingle, our caresses and our sexes erected under the hands of each other, everything is clearly visible … She even allows some zoom effects coming out alternately my cock erected in the hand of Marc, my hands massaging gently his balls … I now appear pressed to the wall, while Marc begins to penetrate me with a finger .

I am between the discomfort and excitement, so images are hot and memories still burning in my memory … I feel like reliving the caresses, and I start to bend again … Here is a few minutes already that the film is held in silence, … We come out of the shower and I support the washbasin at the request of Marc, arched buttocks … I look in the direction of Helen, worried about his reaction .

The thighs widely apart, the dress up, she strokes noiselessly; his other hand plays with his nipples. Conscious of my eyes, she launches me while continuing to caress:
– This is the passage I prefer, when Marc takes you in front of the mirror; you are beautiful as everything and very exciting … And this is a first … the first time I record frolics between men.

Sketches of your body and your sex

sketches of your body and your sex

Two days later, Alice suggested that I go home after the meal. I knocked on her door around 8:30 pm She had dressed in a kind of blue kimono very short and under which she was certainly naked.
– Be nice, she told me, undress, I want to do some more sketches of your body and your sex.

I did as she asked me and took the desired positions.
As she wanted my sex to be in a perfect erection, she came to jerk me without way. For her I became a complacent model and more and more a man object. This situation was not to displease me.

While working she spoke:
– During drawing classes I thought of you. We had two male models. The first must be in his twenties, tall and athletic. The second to at least sixty, a little paunchy, certainly a pensioner who found this work to round off his pension. The problem is that the young had a ridiculous tail and the second a pretty big cock. The opposite would have been better.

I had a lot of trouble concentrating on something other than their sex that I really wanted to draw. Finally, especially the tail of the second, thick, long, with big balls hanging down below; this sex was something particularly elegant.
– My cock does not have this elegance?

– It’s not that. You are young and you are well hung … You would be a perfect model. It’s not just your sex that’s beautiful: your whole body is admirable. And what’s good with you is that you do not hesitate to hard, which allows me to do a thorough study of your member.
– But, Alice, my darling, am I for you only a tail to draw or do you feel for me other feelings that an artist may have for his model.
– Did not I reward you well on our night of love.
– I do not like your words. Have you made love with me only out of interest, to be able to continue to draw me?

– What are you going to think about it? I like to draw you, I love your body, I liked making love with you. Now you ask me if I love you. This is a serious question. I do not know you enough yet, my inclination for you, is certain, but I can not pronounce on the love that I could have for you … Well, I think that we have discussed enough and I have enough work.

She filed her drawings, her pencils and came to curl up against me to indulge my caresses. She was totally naked under her kimono. Once again we made love with as much passion as the first time.

Between two hugs she asked me:
– Would you like me to shave my pussy so that you more easily access my privacy. I know that a lot of girls are melting.
– No, it would be sacrilege to cut a single hair of this divine red pussy, it is an absolute delight. I have nothing to forbid you, it’s your body and you’re the only one to decide what you want to do with it.

But I think that if you did, I would not reverence you anymore.
– Well my love, I would not do anything because I like you so.

Two weeks later she told me that she had a present for me. On a small easel, in a corner of her tiny room, was a painting, covered with a sheet. She made me sit on her bed and went to remove the sheet.

I was seized: the canvas represented a naked couple hugging. Now, the man was none other than me. In this work I weighed the breasts of the woman, while the hand of it caressed my cock swollen. Alice used her sketches to make this painting, including studies of my erect penis.
– You like ?
– A lot, it’s very realistic. But who is the girl? Why did not you make a self portrait of yourself?

– It’s a girl who posed during drawing. If I had a big mirror, maybe I would have done a self-portrait, but then I did not dare. I do not want to picture myself naked and everyone sees me that way.
– You do not want others to see your body as you draw and paint the bodies of men and women that everyone can see.
– It is the role of the model to undress in front of the artist and it is the function of the artist to show his paintings to the world. Do you fear being recognized in the street if someone is interested in watching my painting carefully.

– It is undeniable that I am very similar, there is nothing to say. But I do not believe that one day I am told in the street or in a vernissage: “It is you who are naked on Alice’s painting”. And even if it was, I do not have to be ashamed of it, and I could even get a lot of satisfaction from it. I do not have the opinion of others.
– What I wanted is to represent you in your manhood while you give pleasure to a female person. And I am well placed to know that you are able to give a lot.

I never saw a boy come to her house

I never saw a boy come to her house

Exactly, on the landing there was a man who worked all day and did not return until the evening. In the second apartment housed a girl, a student like me, but in another school than mine. She was red, freckles dotted her face and she always had a smile when I crossed. I thought she was cute. Apparently she did not have guys around her. I think that her stern look, with her outfits always very strict and dark, her hair pulled back, made her not very attractive.

I never saw a boy come to her house and she did not go out either. When she was not at her apartment, she was in class. I can not say I sympathized with her, it was just “hello” or “good evening” when we met on the stairs. We had only exchanged our first names; her name was Alice.

One day when I was strolling naked in my tiny room, there was a knock on the door. I cursed against this intruder and having no time to get dressed, I just tied a towel around my waist before opening. I found myself facing my charming neighbor:
“Oh, excuse me,” she said, seeing the outfit I was in, “I’m disturbing you.
– No, not at all, as it is hot, I put myself at ease. I did not expect you to hit home.

Alice did not seem embarrassed by the situation, though if I was not naked, I was not far and my towel did not hide much, if not my sex. Besides, she could not ignore, that I did not wear anything under it.
She had come to see me, because she missed him I do not know what element for the meal she was preparing. So I went to get in my kitchen what she asked me and on returning, involuntarily, my towel was loosened and fell at my feet. She looked at me, without looking away. Her pretty face with her freckles lit up with a beautiful smile and she said to me.

– Do not worry, I’ve already seen others. I am studying art. Among the classes there are drawing classes with models … they are naked, men as well as women. So, to see you there, it does not shock me.
– Will I be a good model? I asked him, entering his game without even trying to veil my nakedness.
– I think, she said to me always looking at me frankly and not only in the eyes. You never asked?
– No, never, it never occurred to me.

– What I propose is to come eat with me tonight, then if you want it I’ll do some sketches of you … Well, if that tells you, I do not want to abuse you.
“That suits me,” I replied, “but on the condition that we keep up with each other.
– Okay, but it is in all good honor, you are the model, I the artist, nothing more.
“Of course,” I replied.

Yet I thought that artists sometimes went much further with their models than simple pose sessions. So the famous Michelangelo, who was homosexual, had a love for a young Roman gentleman, Tommaso. He made his portrait for him to yield to his advances. Similarly, the young woman who exposed her sex widely open before Courbet, for The origin of the world was, according to some critics, the mistress of the painter.

Two hours later I knocked on Alice’s door. I had put on light pants and a polo shirt, telling myself that the sooner I was naked, the easier it would be when I should undress in front of her. Because it was a kind of challenge for me: to be able to put myself naked in front of this girl, without it being and without that there is anything sexual between us, since such were her desires, even if mine were less pure.

She had put on a red summer dress with thin straps on her bare shoulders. She was so sublime. Besides, she had undone her hair, which was usually wisely tied up. It gave him both a savage attitude and a good-natured air that I did not know him. At his sight, I felt in my pants a certain stiffness. The beauty of the girl and the idea of ​​stripping me were enough to excite me.

“It starts badly, I say to myself, if I’m already erect, what will it be when I’m going to have to undress. Models of drawing classes, in what situation are they: are their sexes at rest or in full erection? If I judge by most of the works, the naked men are always represented without the slightest excitement … Except perhaps for Picasso. But I do not have enough artistic culture to be able to say it. ”

The meal was simple, but excellent. The discussions between Alice and me, remained innocuous. It is only once a small dessert swallowed, she says to me:
– You always agree to ask for me.
– Of course.

Announcing the arrival of an orgasm

announcing the arrival of an orgasm

You have put on a black dress, short, thin, with a seductive cleavage, revealing more than reasonable this chest that you already have a hard time to hide. For the occasion you put on your last pair of heels with which you are a little larger than me, but gives you a feminine look and divinely refine your legs well.
I’ll meet you in the bathroom to see where you are. You are finishing makeup and when you see me, your smile and the glow in your eyes are not insensitive to me.

I’m wearing straight pants and a white shirt. Of the two of us, I do not know who devours the other’s eyes the most. The evening looks promising.
I stand behind you, embrace you and put a kiss on your neck. My hands are not too portable, I want to leave the suspense on the underwear that you have chosen.
After kissing the kids, we get in the car and leave.

Once on the national, I ask you to put your dress on the hips and caress you.
– You have a little more than ten minutes to make you enjoy, I tell you stroking your thigh.
– I’m fine, but without putting on the dress.
– Please my love, I want to take a look now and again.
– Let’s say that what annoys me is not to go up the dress is that I have nothing under and everyone could see me.

The car makes a slight difference to this news.
– Well, if nothing that knowing that I have nothing under my dress disturbs you so much, what will it give if you have full view of my pussy while I masturbate!
– It’s almost night and promised I do not look, but I want to hear you enjoy.
You move on your seat and put your dress well at the level of your hips. You spread your legs, going even to put yourself in a suit and let you slide a little forward, just to have a position a little more comfortable.

You carry your right hand to your mouth and moisten your finger generously. You place on your sex shaved and gently caress your pussy. It does not take long to open and moisten. Your finger spreads your lips a little to caress your love button. You make movements up and down, and very quickly your finger slides in your slot with each descent. Moans start to escape from your mouth. You turn your head towards me and ask me:
– It makes you hard to know that I caress while you drive?
– Oh yeah ! Besides, I have to give the material a little space.
I join the gesture to the word.

You go back and forth with your finger on your pussy glistening, and put your left hand on my cock, as if to verify the veracity of my remarks.
– Indeed, my darling. Not too tight ‘
You leave your hand on my cock and the masses as you continue your caresses on yours.
You carry your right hand to your mouth and lick your index and your middle finger.

– It’s very exciting as a situation, I’ll do good with two fingers … to start.
Under your left hand, you feel a little shake, as if my sex had come to life and he no longer wanted to be trapped under my clothes.
– Oh oh, do you say tightening your fingers on my cock, we rebel? We will have to wait. I take care of myself, and only of myself. Only my fingers will make me cum.

Only my fingers have permission to penetrate my pussy eager for pleasure. Only my fingers will feel the contractions of my pussy when the orgasm will cross me.
Saying this, it’s three fingers that you had stuck in your cave and your pelvis was doing movements up and down to facilitate as much penetration as the rise of your pleasure.

Your fingers, still squeezing my cock, release a little pressure. I’m terribly hot and you know it. You know that such a speech can make me think so much that you wonder if I’m going to stop the car on the down side, get you out of it and take you savagely on the hood.
But no I’m good, you see that the idea crosses my mind when our eyes meet, but I continue to roll.

However, the idea of ​​getting caught has only increased your pleasure and your desire to enjoy. Your fingers on more straight and precise on your clit. You let go of my cock and bring your hand to your pussy. Your right hand continues to take care of your clit, while the fingers of your left hand sink straight into your sex heavily lubricated. Your legs do not take long to shake announcing the arrival of an orgasm.

I caress your hair and whispers to let you go, I like to see you on the point of enjoying, I love to see you and hear you enjoy as if we were alone in the world.
You do not need more for your body to stiffen and a scream pass your red lips.
You fall back on your seat, soothed, and open your eyes. I’m looking towards you, my eyes full of envy.

His gasping breath accelerated and a little shiver ran through my body

his gasping breath accelerated and a little shiver ran through my body

He was very attentive to me, did not rush anything, on the contrary, he applied himself to be an affable and helpful host, kindly proposing to me to have a drink or to eat something before, depositing on the table a box of Chamonix to the ‘orange. He offered to sit in an armchair, before going upstairs. For the first time I saw in him something other than a cash drawer, I saw a human being.

Even if I played the fires-a-bras, I did not lead wide internally. It was my first time with a man of such age difference. I was 17, he was 55, I had inquired. I had chosen a mature man with no experience, rather than a little vicious person who I would not have had trouble lifting. I just wanted to do something different, more exciting by defying the ban conventions. It’s been five years since I braved conventions yet.

-Let’s go ? I asked softly.
-Okay, we go up.

He picked up the gray phone first and put the handset on the living room console.

The wooden stairs creaked, my heart beat, I was erect for nothing. I went straight into her bedroom, the only room open. I would have proposed a shower before because I sweat and he probably too, but no, all in all I wanted a real smell of man and give him my sweaty body. I could well believe that a young, dripping body had to be very exciting for him.

The storm rumbled louder and louder, it was still not raining. The window was open and the shutters were drawn. I felt a very slight warm breeze caressing my face in this dim light. The room was like the rest of the house, old but clean and in excellent condition.

It smelled like naphthalene or cedarwood like my grandfather’s, old stuff that was passed from old to old. The bed was immaculately done, it had everything ready for it to be nice, the sheets were clean, thick cotton, I love it, changed in the morning it smelled fresh. At the end of the bed there were two squared and even ironed towels. On the night table he had put condoms, a bottle of water, glasses. Maybe it would have needed a little lubricant if he knew. Fortunately, I had what was needed in my backpack.

There was a little gloomy side in the situation that was not to displease me, I loved it! Despite my apparent calm, I was already very excited in my jeans, and we could see my forms through. It was surreal! The storm was almost over us now, the lightning flashes flashed through the holes of the shutters. All that was missing was the rain. The heat was overwhelming, my pants came back in my ass so it was wet.

I walked near the bed. He followed me. His breathing quickened, betraying his inner tension, and my heart was beating and I was doing my best to make sure it did not feel. I wanted him to believe me a regular of those old people who loved little kids.

I removed my Paraboots that I pushed under the bed without loosening the laces. It was the only piece of clothing that nobody removed in my place. In general the foot smells bad and I did not want him to have that image of me just before. Jacky told me he was 56 years old, and told me that if I wanted to, I could still say no and refuse the transaction that I had proposed to him, and that he had a room of friend. So, I answered that I had just turned 17, which he did not know. When he knew my age, he recoiled, he said to me:

– Oh I did not know, are you a minor? I thought you were 18 years old.

I tried to reassure him, insisting that I was consenting, that I wanted to, and that nobody would know anything. I excited him even more, he told me, and curiously he apologized in advance for what we were going to do. That he really wanted to. He was guilty of guilt.

I reassured him again that I was doing it for the money. I invented a beautiful story. My minority did not seem to disturb him more than that now. The truth is that this man excited me a lot, perhaps more than I had ever experienced.

He stood behind me.

I only wore jeans, a t-shirt, two ankle socks and a pair of underpants. Nothing else.

Sloppily, but gently, he put a hand on my shoulder that he let down on my shoulder blade, and to the hollow of my loins, an uninsured hand that tickled me a little but I managed to control myself. In my neck, his gasping breath accelerated and a little shiver ran through my body. He, like me, played on unstable nitroglycerine! I grabbed her other bored hand and put it on my lower abdomen just above my belt.

The last chance of his life

the last chance of his life

Jacky dreamed of other things, but he was not in the right place, not at the right time, or just did not have the courage to take on his abominable Deviance of Leviticus. Quickly, he returned to that rank he had never dared to leave. He did not have the life that would have suited him, but he never complained, entangled in this routine so politically and socially correct, he never experienced orgasm. He remained alone all his life.

The time and place had finally changed! The hour of his revenge seemed to have come to him. She was there, in front of him, she held out her arms with this 17-year-old kid at hand, as long as he found courage.

This indecent boy that I was, came to exhume and revive his fossil memories, reactivate this pink chromosome trotting in his genes. It was almost by chance that I saw him glance quickly at the bright object of his desire, fixing my crotch. He blushed so hard when he looked up and met mine, that no doubt remained in my head.

Therefore, against all odds, I realized that it would be him who would open the ball again, since he wanted me and could not hide it from me. I was as troubled as him. I did not know if it was pity, the desire for the forbidden, unconsciousness, or simply the way to make a little more money than the 8000 francs that I was offered for two months working. I decided to cash my body, to increase my small capital with this man by investing a little liquidity, and today, I still do not know why.

I managed to get past him at a time when he was alone. In fact Jacky was always alone. I got on my way with my little smile and mischievous eyes and a sock curled in my pants. He froze, surprised and destabilized. He did not expect this face-to-face. Disturbed to find himself brutally so ready for the object of his desire, I cut him off in his tracks, he looked at me with his smug air wondering what would come out of it. I knew he was looking for a loophole, but there was none.

He could not escape my gaze, which stared at him. I gathered all my courage to play the proud-to-arms, to give me a countenance, but I did not lead wide either and I attacked immediately, to overcome his last moral barrier and my last hesitations:

– 100 francs you can look everywhere, 200, you can touch everywhere, 500 is no limits.

The message was clear. He looked at me surprised, taken aback, taken aback. He understood where I was coming from, but he could not articulate a word. In order to reassure him and unlock him, I gave him a wink and a small smile, to show him that he feared nothing, that he was in friendly territory. I felt his lost gaze, his desire to lower it lower, but not possible, too many witnesses, too much risk of being confused, and always this fear of taking responsibility.

Finally he looked down for a split second and instantly blushed at the sight of this larger shape than usual. Then I turned his back on him again. He froze for a few seconds, but not enough for anyone to notice our improbable transaction. He continued his way to the sanitary, undoubtedly disturbed by my self-confidence and his vision of happiness and “boner”. I imagined what was going on in his head, and even more so in his underwear now that he finally had a really clear opportunity, was he still able to have an orgasm?

As long as I do, I too would like to have fun with this unlikely man! It only remained for him to gain confidence, to find enough courage now to not miss this last chance he had to realize his fantasies, caress a body so young, the last chance of his life.

I had regained my place when he returned to the jar. Not a look at me, not even one of those quick glances in which he was a master. With the drops of urine that he had on his shoes I could see that I had strongly disturbed him, unless it was the early manifestation of an age disorder, but I doubted it. Visibly I had hit, it had to cogitate seriously in its chunk, the one above as the bottom one. I watched him from my place.

His head still down on his pallet, pretending to be interested only in his work, but too clumsy in his gestures to hide his confusion. Jacky murmured inside. I saw his lips vibrate frantically as the silent image of his thought. I was sure that if someone had put a pencil in his mouth, the words he would write would have made sense. Obviously he was not mature enough yet. So I decided to bring him the blow so he finally decided to take a risk of confidence.

My first impression is the surprise

My first impression is the surprise

Canal Plus still did not broadcast porn, but my entrance to high school, gave me access to a bibliography for the least … confidential, a mandatory passage in a technical high school 90% male. I discovered that there were other ways to consider pleasure, sex, well before 50 shades of Gray, that we could also “spice up” a little the game. When I flipped through these magazines, I saw these little whips, these swifts and other accessories still reserved for a certain “clientele of enthusiasts”, something indefinable excited the kid that I was still. A little voice that said “go ahead, try, try before everyone else! “. There was something more. Controlled, desired, and accepted pain seemed to be a source of immense pleasure if it were neither constrained nor exaggerated.

Difficult in these times and in the environment where I was evolving, to find and the material (except the martinet), and someone able to give me these little lashes for the sole purpose of making me enjoy. I could not talk to my friends, especially not to François, my wonderful lover of high school since the second, my little redhead to me who loved me too much to hurt me. At home, I had whipped my buttocks with the family swift in use at that time, but the pleasure was limited by inflicting myself. Yes I loved, but I was hungry, the red buttocks of a naughty little boy!

This year the holidays were ahead with this bac of French which was nothing exceptional. I was 17, so I was going to work this summer. It’s still a little money for the little pleasures of the terminal that loomed on the horizon. The family was leaving alone, and I stayed to keep the house because I had a summer job at an electronics company near the station, which would also allow me to go by train. Well, it was not terrible as a taf, but at least in this business, there must have been many more young people than old, and then it was money first and foremost! I was cute, I knew it, so I could only do “interesting” little meetings. With François we had agreed, we loved each other, maybe too much, but this summer, it was all the more free quarter that we could not hope to see us because of the distance and it was difficult to 17 years to rent a hotel room halfway.

My first day of work began. Arriving in this workshop, I realized right away that I was not going to go unnoticed, but especially, that I was going to do a lot to me … to speak vulgarly.

My first impression is the surprise, we do not have to wear work clothes, we can stay as we are. It’s true that the work is not very messy, but I’m still given a blouse that I put on the back of my chair. It’s too hot.

And then the drama begins, they were not partridges or partridges of the year, there were some other contracts like me, but neither for girls nor for boys, I could not find anyone at least my age. The youngest must have been at least 20 years old, at my scale, they were all old! What to feel good alone.

With my little mouth bearded minot, my skinny jeans and just a Levi’s teeshirt, here I am in the center of the interest of all these quadras in bad wheat budding! From my age, it was pathetic! That cougars gentrified in hope, threatened by a menopause that was already approaching their shores less and less blushed, which threw like semaphores of pathos SOS to this kid who had just arrived. Now I understood how the worm was wriggling at the end of a hook.

Virtually all had come to ask me from the first day if I was the son, the nephew, or whatever family member of the company. To my negative answer, I felt a relief that seemed to give the start of a race of which I was the first prize. It was flattering, amusing, but most often pitiful to see them wiggle like slugs on salt, put on makeup, make so much pitiful effort to look as they were and will never be again. Their derisive hopes amused me, and I decided to play a little role of pervert, dressing as tight as possible to excite them a little, to make them drool. Yes, it was funny. I was a little junk!

I saw that they wanted to touch, feel, caress, but not touch! I felt so powerful at this moment. I resigned to the desire that had crossed my mind a few weeks before. Maybe this was an opportunity to formulate my demands, as they were all demanding and I was what they wanted! I needed a vicious one.

She had her very first orgasm under her tongue

She had her very first orgasm under her tongue

She then saw him digging in a drawer and he pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs. Without a word he passed behind her and brought his hands back. He tied his thin wrists in the handcuffs. He did not squeeze too much so she would not hurt. She found herself handcuffed in the back, at her mercy.

He passed in front of her and admired her breasts which were better put forward with this posture. He took them with his hands, kneading them with a desire more than obvious.
“You really have a lot of breasts”
“Thank you,” she said, feeling her lips blush.

The slap that followed was little supported. But she brought her back to earth. Before she has time to react he tells her:
” Thanks WHO ? ”
He had explained to her that once she was her submissive, when she would wear the necklace she would have to call him and call him “Sir”. She had forgotten, but her act had just refreshed her memory in the most efficient way possible.

” Thank you sir ”
“That’s better” He punctuated his sentence with a light kiss on his lips before speaking again.
“So, what’s it like to have a cock in your mouth for the first time? ”
“I liked that … sir”
“And the end my bitch? ”
“I was surprised but it was nice sir”
“So much the better because believe me your mouth will serve a lot”
She found nothing to answer that and just smiled, both proud and embarrassed to have become a sucker and a submissive slut in such a short time.

He put her back to the bed without a word and with a gesture on the chest he pushed her and made her fall lying on her back on the bed. She did not dare to move, her hands tied behind her back. He was overhanging her with a small smile.

“Come on, you’ve discovered the pleasure of sucking and swallowing. You will discover something else now »
She was sure he was going to spread her thighs and impale with his big cock. And indeed, a machine of this size in her little kitty would be a discovery for her.
So when he grabbed her legs to open them she could not help but smile. The following cons surprised. He knelt at the foot of the bed and he put his head between his legs. He looked into her eyes with a small smile. Then he put his mouth close to her pussy.

It had never been licked but again she had seen it in videos. She dreaded what was going to happen even if she was sure she would like it. He opened his mouth, looked at his pussy with big lips so fine that he spread with the fingertips to reveal his clit. He was cute, he said to himself. Nobody, except herself, had ever stimulated this organ. So he was going to do it.

The tip of his tongue came tickle her pleasure button. He looked straight into her eyes at the moment of this first contact. He saw his eyes flutter. And she let out a sigh that left him no doubt. He sucked his clit and played with his tongue on, caressing him, turning around, giving him big licks and then fast licks alternately for several minutes.

She moaned without restraint, he felt her belly contract in an uncontrolled way, her thighs open and close under the pleasure that rose in her. He loved seeing her like this. He knew she had never enjoyed and there he was willing to make her scream with pleasure.

She had never felt that way. She was sure now, she had never enjoyed. Even though she still had not enjoyed it. The heat in his lower abdomen became unbearable. She felt the pleasure rise by wave.

He ate her pussy and she was in seventh heaven. It was more than delicious. She did not even notice that she was moaning like crazy, that her simple hollows that she tried to hold back had become real cries of pleasure. She did not care if we could hear her at that point.

It was at the same moment that he decided to bring him the coup de grace. He slipped two fingers into his slot and very quickly he found the area so sensitive right after the entrance. This famous point G. This area so different when you had it under the fingers that you could not miss it. Provided you look for it of course.

The effect of her tongue coupled with those two fingers in her just became unbearable for her. She braced herself, her hands still tied behind her back, her thighs violently closing involuntarily around her head. Her belly contracted louder and louder. She tried to resist but she only held for a few seconds.

She had her very first orgasm under her tongue and on her fingers. She enjoys in a cry that could make believe that a mad was there. His body contracted up and down. He continued, accelerating even what only sent a second wave of pleasure even more powerful in his belly. Her orgasm grew and continued.

He continued several times.

Several more centimeters entered his mouth

Several more centimeters entered his mouth

It was at this moment, in this situation, that she realized for the first time this aspect of submission. Whatever happens, whatever he does or asks, she would do it because he asked her. She might want to, if remorse came to appear, she could always say that she did not do it herself. To understand that made her lighter. She was a slut from now but it was not her fault, she said, smiling inside.

His reflections were interrupted when he tied a leash to the collar. For once, no doubt she was his dog. Then he unbuttoned his pants. Without a word he dropped him on his feet, making him discover a boxer well filled and very stretched given his state of excitement. He did not waste time and pulled his cock in front of his face.

She was impressed. His only sexual experience had been most disappointing and his partner was far from having a machine of this size! In judgment, she told herself that he had to make nearly 20 centimeters. And above all, how wide! She had in front of the face a tail of a more than respectable size.

Without a word, almost like an automaton, and without leaving his yard eyes, she put her hand on it. Her first remark was to see how hard she was. Hard as steel, she says to herself. Then she closed her fingers on this machine. Finally she tried. His fingers did not meet, far from it. There was at least two inches between the end of his thumb and that of his index finger.

He was looking at her with a smile. He saw that she was impressed what was flattering to his ego even though he knew perfectly well that he was very well endowed by mother nature. She had revealed to him during their conversations that apart from a botched missionary she had never done anything. No fellatio, no sodomy and nothing like that. He could not help smiling as he thought of the program he was giving him.

He put his hand behind his head and pressed lightly. She did not take long to understand what he expected of her. He was going to deflower his mouth. She was going to do her first blowjob. With a tail of this size she was just hoping to succeed. She opened her mouth and put her penis on his lips. The sensation was sweet and warm. Quickly she slipped a little lick between her lips parted and dripped his tail.

Again, she appreciated the feeling. She could almost feel his cock throbbing under her tongue. She felt his hand behind his neck but he was not supporting. He gave her time to apprehend the situation and to tame this queue that would fill it soon in all possible ways.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little more. Enough for his penis to slip between his lips. His tongue resumed his exploration more strongly. She slid the tip of her mouth appendix on all the recesses and bulges of this sensitive body.

She played, felt her penis react under the tip of his tongue. She felt the pleasure she gave him. She understood why her girlfriends liked it so much. She had the initiative, she felt her desire in her mouth and she knew she was the only one responsible for that. It excited him to the highest point.

She played for several minutes with her tongue on her glans when she felt the pressure on her neck. Suddenly several feelings of that penis stiff as oak came into his mouth. His lips were stretched around this sex so it was thick. He paused, letting her taste and discover.

His tongue continued his exploration but more difficult so his mouth was filled. She did not know how much he had put but there must be a little less than half. She was trying to do her best when he resumed his push. He was firm, his thrust did not leave him the choice to back down. Several more centimeters entered his mouth.

She was really at the maximum of what she could swallow when he stopped. She was on the verge of having a high heart so much he had stuck in his mouth. His tongue could not even move. She opened her eyes and realized that she was far from having her entire mouth. She saw that there was still 7/8 centimeters. She would never manage to swallow that!

She felt his hand grip her hair at the back of her neck and began to gently move back and forth. He guided her. She realized he was teaching her how to suck. She was getting her first lesson! As a good student she allowed herself to follow the rhythm imposed by her hand. She was trying to move her tongue up and she felt that she salivated as ever on this big cock.

For a few minutes he just gave him the rhythm to show him how to do it.

When she saw her hands she felt like a little doll

When she saw her hands she felt like a little doll

He was tall, 1.90m as he had told him, broad shoulders signs of a rugby past not so distant. Brown but the more charming style on him than dark. “And those eyes! ” she says to herself. Deep brown eyes, powerful. Well, not so much his eyes as his eyes. He pierced her with his eyes and at the same time made him feel that he would protect her. But what impressed him the most was his hands. When she saw her hands she felt like a little doll.

“Is it me who makes you silent? “. He made fun of her and she understood him right away.
” No no. Hello Alex “.
“Have you been waiting for me for a long time? ”
“No, no more than ten minutes”

A waitress approached and without asking what she wanted he ordered for both of them. He was so confident that she did not even dare to protest. She took advantage of the waitress’s attention to better detail. Frankly, she was anything but disappointed with what she was seeing. She had been afraid that he lied to her by describing himself, but if he had lied it was in a good way. He exuded a true charisma.

The kind of man who was in command of troops in battle, she said to herself. Even if she did not know what a fight was. She was really charmed. She did not regret her lows even if she did not know yet if she would have the opportunity to show them.

When her attention returned to her, she decided to take the lead.
“Did you recognize me right away? ”
” Yes. You were perfectly described and your dress with. ”
“And you’re not disappointed? “. This question increased his stress.

She took the risk that he rejected her. Especially that he liked her.
” Absolutely not. On the contrary, even. Her smile made her understand that she was perfectly to his liking. The fact that he did not return the question only made him feel more confident.

“So Chloe, how much time did you hesitate today before coming? ”
She did not know if he had read it in her eyes or if it was still her experience that spoke but she was destabilized to the point that she almost could not answer.
“A quarter of an hour … but I did not really hesitate in fact”.
“Happy to learn it”

They then quoted a quarter of an hour while enjoying their drinks. Throughout this discussion, she had felt the heat pass from her cheeks to her belly. She could not deny that he was completely what she expected. But she still did not know if she could go after things.

He decided that for her. They had just finished their drinks when he said, in an authoritarian tone allowing no reply:
“Get up, we’re going there”
She did not dare to answer and got up without saying a word, as an obedient little girl thought herself.

They left the terrace and walked together in the street. She took a breath and decided to ask the question that burned her lips.
” Where are we going ? ”
“According to you, where are we going?” She took five seconds before answering.
” At your home ? ”

“Do you worry? “. He did not even bother to confirm. She felt the stress rise in her. But the heat still had not left her lower abdomen. She did not know what to answer.
” Yes. Actually no. No, I do not think so. ”
“So everything is fine, right? ”
“Yes” She looked at him. No, she was not afraid. She would follow him and obey what he would ask. She just hoped to be up to it.

They arrived at his car and he opened the door for her to come up. She greatly appreciated his gallantry. “He definitely has all the qualities,” she said to herself.
He started and after a few minutes he entered an underground car park. He parked his car and again he came to open the door to help him out. He stopped, blocking between him and the car.

He was looking straight at her. She saw that he was waiting for something but she did not know what. He spoke, extending his hand, his palm open,
“Your pants”.

She took a few seconds to realize what he was asking. He wanted her to take off her panties here and right away. She took a breath, closed her eyes to gather her courage then she lifted the bottom of her dress, slid her thong black lace and she gave him back without daring to look at it so she felt her cheeks blush.
He immediately noticed the slight trace of moisture in the spot where his little slit was a few seconds earlier. He could not help smiling. He took her hand and without a word they went to the elevators.

The time to his apartment seemed incredibly short, his heart was beating fast. He opened the door and she entered. She was so stressed that she had the same effect as if she had been drinking. Also when he put it back to the wall in the entrance.