extreme femdom

Dear Nina –

“Rules?” Rick asked as he tore his shirt off, leaving only his blue gym shorts to hide behind. He had a thin, muscular body and his chest sprouted nearly invisible blonde hair.

I began to play with myself intentionally at 8 years old. It seems a little young but I dont think so. I usually did it in the bathroom or my room. At age 9 I was snooping in my parents closet and found some playboys. I was immediately addicted to them. I would even reach what I have heard called a dry orgasm. I use to get a dribble of clear semen from my tip. This went on at least until puberty. I was jacking off regularly when I turned 11 and puberty took over. I constantly had erections and thought of girls naked. One day a major change to masturbation routine happened. I jacked off an out came spurts of sperm and a newer feeling of orgasm.

Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.

I arrived at the Museo Archeological Regionale promptly at nine a.m. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to see the museum and some other sites in Palermo before one o’clock when everything shut down for the afternoon.

Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

Ms Eggers: “Yes. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Mayeve Reeves, recently married to John Reeves, the Montana rancher, galloped into the yard of her huge, mansion- like ranch house. Chickens and men scattered before the sharp hooves of her Arabian stallion. In a flurry of swishing material, she slapped the quirt against her leg in annoyance as she stormed up the front steps. She burst inside just as the Mexican cook threw open the door.

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes; I am in my mid fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass, long straight legs and a tight partially shaved pussy.

Angela stretched and turned off her alarm. It was 10:00

Sure, I had my husband trained to eat pussy on command. That was easy and followed his own already-present personal tendencies. He already loved to eat pussy and as I had only recently discovered, he had some deep submissive kinks.

I hadn’t meant to fuck my wife’s yoga instructor, but it just kind of happened. I had stopped by about 30 minutes before that class started, to drop off a check and explain that my wife wasn’t going to be able to make it that week, but she looked so damn hot in that tight workout outfit which really emphasized her lush, squeezable breasts, so large for such a skinny and barely five foot tall woman. I must have struck her as inviting as well, because soon our lips were locked and I was peeling that top down off her shoulders, hoisting her tight round ass on her desk, my pants on the floor, her legs wrapping around me and pulling my cock into her moist love canal, it’s muscles clamping like a velvet vise, both of us lost in our frantic, passionate lustmaking. I was on the verge of coming when I noticed, in the mirror behind her, other women looking on us, their faces a mix of aghast distaste and voyeuristic delight. It was far too late to shut the damn door, far too late to suggest a hotel rendezvous, far too late do anything but let loose and squirt my seed into her ever so lovely cunt, as she cried out in release as well. Abashedly, I tried to slink out as it become readily apparent that her entire class, consisting of half a dozen or so of my wife’s friends, had observed us. Oddly, she didn’t seemed bothered – in fact, she seemed to secretly enjoy the audience. But I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

A small red headed woman stood in the back of the church and sent of book hymns flying towards the casket that lay covered with roses underneath the altar at the front of the church. The book hit the casket, hard, and bounced onto the floor, sliding to a stop at the feet of the man who was currently speaking. He knelt, a grin hidden beneath his veil of blonde hair, and picked the book up, cradling it to his chest. People stared in disbelief at the small woman and a few women cried with renewed tears but the woman paid them no mind, maintaining a cold glare at the blonde man, hands firmly on her hips and lips pursed. Even though she was incredibly red with anger she was still gorgeous…

It was summer vacation. I was alone at home since everyone from my family had gone to pune. My mom requested our neighbor Shikha to give me food for those 15 days. Shikha was a very good lady; by nature as well as by looks. She came to live in the flat next to ours couple of months ago.

This started way back. My passion and desire for watching two gorgeous evenly matched women go at it in a nude hairpull catfight was growing. I wanted to get into it with an evenly matched guy but it was going to be very hard to find this perfect matchup. I searched and placed ads for months with no success. But then I found him in a wrestling directory called the Amfem. This fight took place three years ago in the summer. Let me set this up right because it’s important to the sensual erotic nature of our match.

My job as a consultant takes me all over the country and I’m sometimes away from home for a week at a time. This is really difficult because I have a girlfriend at home that is so sexy and so horny, it’s torture not being able to fuck her every day.

“Yes, Mr. Coleman, I’m ready for my test.”

Russ loved to give his girlfriend oral. In fact, he could never get enough of it. She thought it was great until about 3 weeks into it when her pussy was getting REALLY sore and sensitive and she just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was dark in the room, I glanced around me at the shapes forming in my mind, shadows dancing in front of my eyes from the wind tousled trees outside the bay window, nothing was clear or in focus, lack of sleep and the drinks I had before I went upstairs and made me nervous. I was sure I had heard a noise coming from downstairs, but as yet I had not seen or heard anything out of place since I had ventured out of my room.

Our First Fuck Party

“Excuse me, I think that’s my seat!”

I squinted up at the clock hanging between the two bay windows. Damn, it’s eleven o’clock already. I couldn’t get my lover out of my mind and definitely couldn’t focus on my paperwork. I needed to get it done or my boss would give birth to a full grown cow. This merger was huge and I was left with all the contracts and minor details. Of course this meant I was dealing with tons of money hiding in the words cleverly crafted by lawyers. No pressure, ha! I’d been getting home from work late the past week and I knew Chelsea understood, but I wanted to be there with her. Her soft skin, her delicate kiss, the way she smelled, and the way she moaned lightly into my ear as I played with her sweet pussy. I shook my head. I couldn’t get her out of my mind.