That Kiss

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As my kiss lingered on your neck and you felt my hot breath along your throat. Your areolars tingled with excitement and Nipples protruded erect in anticipation as I slowly continued kissing down your bossoms.  Slowly, deliberately undoing each button until your breasts were exposed and I gently took those teats in my mouth one at a time…..
As you took my nipple into your hot mouth, electric sparks filled my body and coursed through the core of me. My hands found your shirt and pulled the ends out of your pants so that I could feel the skin of your back and torso with my palms and my finger tips. Arching my back towards you, needingly, I found your pelvis with mine and pressed myself against your hardness, my hands against your taut bottom. I gasp as you flick my nipples with your tongue…
She gasps as I take my mouth from her nipples and she places her hands on the top of my head… gently pushing me downwards I kiss her stomach and belly button releasing the button to her pants and slowly opening the zipper.  She lifts her hips as I slide down her pants and remove them from her body leg by leg.  She has black nylon panties on – that do nothing to hide the beginnings of her vulva.
I place my lips on her belly but she again forces my head downward.  Resisting I move my head to the side and kiss her inner thighs, and lick each side of her groin.  She moans and I rest my mouth on her clit and breathe deeply through her nylons – the wetness and womanly taste and scent of her intoxicating my mouth and nose….
Completely overcome by instinct, he tears off my panties with his teeth in one motion, exposing the deep pink of me, swollen and glistening with moisture. My heart pounds with excitement and my yearning intensifies as I watch him taking me in with his eyes.
He covers my labia with his mouth and flicks his tongue over my clitoris over and over again, building my arousal and taking me to the brink of climax, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy. With one more suckle of his tongue and lips, my core spasms wildly in orgasm and shock waves course through my entire being.
I cry out “More!” as my orgasmic convulsions continue. Looking down into his eyes, I see his delight as he sees my rapture. His lips are swollen and wet and I kiss him deeply, rolling his tongue in mine, tasting him, tasting me. I then push him backwards and he falls on the sand.
I can see the length of his penis straining against his jeans. I take off his belt, then his jeans, quickly and his boxer shorts. Completely naked, I take him in with my eyes, the colour of his erection and the hard smoothness of him I enjoy with my hands. He groans and gasps as I squeeze his hardness in my hand and I delight in his arousal.
There is precum capping the top of his penis and I devour it, placing my mouth over his penis and savouring the taste and smell of him. I breathe in the scent of him and release him. He lifts his hips off the sand, thrusting and groaning. My tongue, hot and wet, I lick up his entire length and feel him throbbing. I flick my tongue across his penis, flicking and sucking, all the way up to the top and then I envelop his penis again with my mouth. 
He is watching me and I hold his gaze as I Lolly-pop and suck him, filling up my whole mouth. Hungrily I devour his juices.
Watching her go down on me my lustful urges over take me and I force her further down on me feeling the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.  Her throat muscles spasm as her gag reflex kicks in sending shockwaves of ecstasy throughout my body as my dick becomes a solid rod off steel.
I rise and as one we rise in unison, she still hungrily devouring my erect penis.  I grab hold of her wrists and place them in my hand pushing her backwards.  She lay with me on top of her, her hands held tightly above her head.  Trying to move them I could see in her eyes she knew that there was no contest in strength and that she was mine in that moment to do with as I pleased.
Slowly, delicately I rubbed the tip of my rock hard cock up and down her wetness as she moaned.  Pushing her hips forward in what appeared to be an attempt for my cock to penetrate her dripping cunt I backed away just allowing the head to enter her velvety warmth.
Slowly and rhythmically I allowed the head to go in and out of her as she writhed her body in anticipation.  As the speed increased I allowed my dick to penetrate deeper and deeper within her.  She felt so good, hot, moist and began breathing heavier and heavier calling out to her god.
I began exploring her inside by changing my thrusting motions from side to side, going deep within her filling her and trying to touch all her inner boundaries.  Her heavy breathing turned to screams and curses as I felt her pelvic walls begin to contract….
There was no freeing my wrists from his firm grasp and surrendering completely to his desire only intensified my excitement. 
I wanted to be his, in that moment, to do with me as he pleased and more. To succumb to his every desire. To be his every living fantasy!
Filling me up with his solid rod of steel, stretching me further than ever before, pounding his way deeper and deeper inside me. And with every thrust I cry out in wild abandon. His strong hard body moving over me is glistening with sweat and I inhale the fragrance of our unison, my ears fill with his moans and grunts and I feel his body quaking over mine.
Our bodies move as one, pounding and slapping together, faster and faster, his groans getting louder and deeper. I scream in ecstasy as my vagina contracts and convulses, just as he  pounds inside me in the pinnacle of orgasm, kicking his head back and straining every fibre in his body as he releases hot jets of cum inside me. My orgasm milking his and we ride the waves of climax together. Both our bodies quivering with release.
My body quivered in spasms, in jolts after my orgasm.  Uncontrollable yet somehow satisfying.  I remained inside her feeling our fluids mix together the wetness like home.  We smelt of sex and what an aphrodisiac that scent was.
We lay together, our sweet sweat cooling our bodies and kissed.  Passionately, deeply.  Our tongues exploring each other.  I lick her lips and she smiles.
I can’t help but be aroused as we continue to kiss whilst she turns her back to me in the spoon position.  I hold her tight as I entered her again.  Slowly, deeply…
Rubbing my bum against his still wet and hard penis, he grabs hold of my hips from behind me and enters me, slowly and deeply. He fills my deliciously tender core and I breathe in deeply, becoming intoxicated by the smell of our sex.

After Hours!

Escort Sex

To be fair, I hadn’t broken any rules. She had crossed the bar to come and talk to me. Why she was in that particular bar, at that particular time, was beyond me. After all, I was legally obliged to not even acknowledge her at first.

She was a customer at my place of work; an adult shop. In the past two months, she had spent easily a few grand on toys. As is my personality, and a job requirement, I had made no judgements. More than anything, I had been concerned that I was selling her toys that weren’t doing the trick. But yet she kept coming back to the store.

At the bar, after she had introduced herself as Michelle, none of our conversations at work were brought up. I can barely remember what we spoke of that night, in detail, except that we connected. We whined about exes, spoke of possible futures and dreams. She told me about her two children that she was raising alone, their ages seemed far beyond comprehension with how she looked. Gorgeous, blond, Instagramably curvy.

I remembered on her visits to the store the way she would linger at the counter after her purchases and how we chatted. And I certainly remembered that, without agenda, I had mentioned where I relax after work with a drink. In the back of my mind, some part of me kept reminding me of that moment. Was that why she was there that night?

Michelle was being text-book flirty that night; laughing at my stupid jokes, regularly touching my shoulder, my thigh. I palmed it off to that time of night, because we’re all flirty by then, right up until she asked what I was going to cook her for breakfast.

She took my hand as we walked back to her flat, stealing an occasional kiss that made me feel like a teenager all over again. Historically when I go home with someone that finds out where I work, shit gets kinky real quick.

But not with Michelle. None of those toys came out to play. Not the under-bed restraints. Not the Njoy Pjur Wand she told me had made her squirt, nor the Doxy Number Three wand. Not even the WeVibe Sync she bought in a pack with a Womanizer Premium. It was the most vanilla sex I’d had in a long time.

And it was amazing. Our clothes came off slowly as our lips devoured each other. Explorative hands lingered and stroked, lips followed shortly thereafter, or were entangled within each others. Her pussy was like salted French fries; I couldn’t get enough. I engorged myself like she was a free for all smorgasboard. The folds of her vulva were delicious parentheses to sucking on her clit.

Oral sex was not some demanded reciprocal act, she noursished herself on my cock like a trooper. She sucked hard on my shaft, but progressed to tracing her tongue along my shaft, my balls, my perineum. Mindfulness makes sex so much more enjoyable, but I had to take myself out of the moment lest our evening ended with me exploding in her mouth.

The addition of some Super Slyde lube helped me ease into her pussy. Or more accurately, helped her to slide down onto my shaft. She knew what she wanted, and sure wasn’t afraid to tell me that going cowgirl was guaranteed to get her off. She was right. Within two minutes, she was waking the neighbours as she revelled in an explosive orgasm, before resting her shuddering body on top of mine.

But then things took a very different vibe. She rolled onto her side, with me still inside her, and we just gently rocked back and forth. Our lips were either locked or our foreheads pressed together, gazing into each others eyes. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her fingers combing through my hair as I cradled her hips, my fingers running along her back. With our rhythm slow, I was hyper aware of each and every movement. Enough so I could even differentiate between the silicone lube and her natural juice.

The muscles of her pelvic floor gripped me like a fist, her words egged me on to come inside her. How she craved it. But I took my time. I couldn’t conjure a memory that felt as good as that moment, and I certainly didn’t want it to end any time soon. Beneath my fingertips, her skin was silky, welcoming.

For some reason I was drawn to her ear as I came. My breath heavy and laboured, my words boringly explaining that I was coming. Her enthusiasm to these remarks only drew me in further, her cunt draining every last drop of me. Even when there was nothing left to give, I still moved gently inside her, relishing every sensation, her dripping labia entangled around my cock, her short sharp kisses on my upper lip.

When I awoke at the breaking dawn, she was no longer lying beside me. My hands clung to the pillow, wondering if I had merely dreamt the whole night. But then I heard her. At the end of the bed, sitting upright, her slender legs slung over the end. She was crying. I lifted myself from the sheets and wrapped my arms around her waist.

‘I’m so sorry,’ Michelle finally let out.

‘What for?’

Her breath revealed she had more to say, but her silence had me concerned. Was she married? Had she farted? Had she been buying toys online?

‘I have to tell you something. And I understand if you hate me when I tell you, I’ll even understand that it will probably make you angry. But I have to tell you.’

She had my attention.

‘I really like you,’ she segwayed. ‘Like, a lot more than I thought I would. More than I should.’

‘I like you too,’ I admitted, my throat coarse, awaiting the bombshell she was about to drop. ‘A lot.’

Michelle shifted her body until her brown eyes held mine. Her eyes were filled with emotion, but not a single one that I could put my finger on. There was fear, but I didn’t know if it was for her or me. ‘I’m an escort,’ she finally said.

I watched her as she tried to read my response. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I held her gaze. Escorts, or as we refer to them in my industry, ‘working girls’, were our bread and butter. I’d helped many over my time working in the shop, suggesting a range of items to help them get through a twelve hour booking. Lingerie, bullets, wands, throat spray, sponges.

I pushed my brain chatter aside and finally, I simply said, ‘I wish you had told me sooner.’

Michelle could barely hold my gaze. It was clear to me she had no idea how I would react, or what I was to say next.

‘Because working girls get a discount in the shop,’ I added. She raised her head, holding back tears as her gorgeous smile returned to her face.

‘You don’t hate me?’

‘Are you kidding? Piecing together our conversations, with this knowledge, I am awed by you.’

I wanted to say more, but she threw her arms around me, held me so tight I thought I’d have to tap out of a choke. I could taste the salt of her tears when she kissed me, my hands tried their best to reassure her of my feelings.

Round two was nothing like the first. It was somehow more impassioned, my hand couldn’t leave the soft skin of her face. Even my finger managed its way into our kisses. With my mouth, my fingertips, my palms, my cock, I tried to express my heart as fully as I could.

That amazing night we had was a year ago yesterday, and I’m thankful for every night we’ve shared since.

Spy Sex Story Malaysia

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Arriving at Kuala Lumpur airport from Okinawa, Japan our spy made contact with ‘V’.   A short time later he arrived in a beaten up old car, a young man looking like he was trying too hard to be ‘in’.  Too much gel in his hair and wearing counterfeit label clothes he looked like any try hard.

It was not until they got to their base and he took off his shirt revealing a toned and muscular body with battle scars that one could see that ‘V’ was not what or who he appeared to be.  A seasoned mercenary ‘V’ and our spy had a chequered past that was from time to time when the opportunity arose also a sexual one.

Find out how these ‘professionals’ have sex in Malaysia…..

About Last Night!

Eating Ass

Friday night at the bar was busier than I expected that close to midnight. And as my friend mockingly pointed out, there were so many ladies in their forties even I’d be able to get laid. Not that I was out for that, believe it or not.

But Angela certainly was. I was barely a quarter way into my pint of beer when she first sidled up to the bar, making space for herself between my friend and I. The small talk came quick, the tequila shots even quicker.

Angela was a visitor from interstate, out drinking and staying with her friend, who was being her ‘wingman’ by keeping my friend occupied.

Within half an hour, the three of us were in a cab, my friend having gone home to his partner with a bunch of sex toys he had purchased from the Adult Lifestyle adult shop, and we soon arrived at the house Angela was staying at.

While she poured the two of us some wine, her friend excused herself for being too drunk and disappeared. Angela led me into the lounge room, and before my second sip of wine, her soft lips were pressed up against mine.

I’m pretty sure I’m not naive, but for some reason I really didn’t see that coming (well not at that time anyway). She didn’t kiss me like a typical one night stand does, something usually either free of tongue and passion or sloppy and messy. She kissed perfectly. Right amount of pressure, right amount of tongue, and oozing with passion.

Maybe a minute later, she shimmied closer and climbed onto my lap, her soft lips never leaving mine, her tongue probing. She tasted of agave and raspberry, an odd combination, but given the skills of her mouth, I really didn’t care.

She shifted her weight back, her curvy ass pressing hard on my knees. She pulled her parakeet-green blouse over her head, along with her bra, and tossed them aside. Somehow I had not noticed earlier, maybe with the flowing material of her top, that she was packing a fantastic, augmented rack in there.

For a moment, with these big tits staring me in the face, and how quickly she was moving ahead with everything, I had started to wonder if there was a hidden camera somewhere, and I was a surprise guest in an amatuer porno!

Angela grabbed the back of my head, forcing my very willing face onto one of her erect nipples. I assumed she’d spent good money on them, because while they were perky and full, they were still softer than I was expecting. Well, that, and also because she demanded feedback on what I thought of them.

I simply replied with affection and attention, licking, sucking and fondling those bad boys as much as I could. Briefly, the inner child in my mind contemplated giving them a ‘motorboat’, but thankfully I restrained from such a silly (yet entirely fun) act.

When she shifted forward and started grinding on my lap, I knew she could feel my eagerness pressing hard against her. She pulled my shirt over my head, and her lips moved from my mouth down to my neck, kissing and nibbling as she went, and continued to go until she found my nipple and latched on. Not usually my thing, but like I said, Angela was talented with her mouth.

Her hands then started undoing my jeans, made possible by sliding off my lap and wedging herself between my thighs. Her mouth continued down my body, along the curve of my hip, just as she let my cock out into the fresh air. Her soft petite hand snapped me up at the base just as her mouth engulfed the head. The skills of her mouth translated well to her new task, and I was left with no choice but to let my head roll back, let my eyes close, and feel each and every sensation.

Angela’s gift brought me very close to ending the night far sooner than I hoped. She never took a great deal more than my head in at any one time, but she made sure she was extra sloppy and she perfectly used her hand in unison. A well trained version of feeling like deep throating, without the bruised larynx.

She yanked my pants all the way off, and kept working my shaft with her lapping tongue. As she nudged my legs further apart and her mouth travelled south, once again the idea I was an unwilling participant in an amatuer porno crossed my mind. Analingus can be tricky enough to ask your long term partner to do, let alone have an almost complete stranger dive right into it.

That definitely isn’t a complaint. With her nose nuzzled beneath my sack, she rimmed me with her tongue like a pro, her hand keeping my cock well satisfied as she did. Given the work she was putting in, I think she was enjoying it almost as much as me. Just as I thought I was about to empty myself, she withdrew with one more loong lick along the front of my shaft.

When I felt her pull away from me, I looked down and saw her climbing butt-naked onto the lounge. I must have missed seeing her pulling her slacks off while I was lost in the blowjob. But I definitely didn’t miss her pasty rump as she slid onto the lounge, tucking her knees beneath as she offered herself, propped in the air.

Who was I to reject such an offer? She was well wet before my tongue pressed into the folds of her labia. Her night out partying strengthened the sweetness of her juices, and I was hooked. I lapped her up, with broad strokes starting at her clit and dragging my tongue firmly against her labia until I penetrated her with the tip. She moaned, and sunk herself closer to my face, seeking greater depths.

I obliged by raising my chin, where my tongue found her tight little booty hole, and driving two fingers into her pussy. I hooked my fingers towards her belly until I found her g-spot, and latched on.

‘Fuck yea, eat my ass,’ she gasped from ahead.

I didn’t need the push, but fuck it’s hot when a woman talks like that. Especially when it comes to anything anal. I don’t know if eating ass is so hot because of the long held taboo associated with that end of town, but either way, I’m down.

Angela started rocking her hips back and forth. She was clearly keen to rush things ahead, but I was having way too much fun. I felt her fingers push my thumb aside so she could work her own clit over. Fair call, I had my hands full elsewhere.

And judging by the noises she was now making, she was definitely doing a better job than I had been, and I was happy just to be concentrating on her holes. Relishing the taste of her sweet ass, feeling her pussy juice macerating my fingers.

Quickly after, and with even greater volume, she came with a howl, gyrating herself back against my hand and face, sinking her head into the cushion of the lounge to try to muffle herself.

‘I need you inside me now,’ she panted back at me.

Given her reluctance to move, I assumed she was after doggy-style. Again, no arguments from me. I raised myself onto my knees, using her secretions to lube my shaft up, before gently entering her.

She moved herself forward, ‘Hey, wrong hole!’

Her statement confused me, more so when I looked down to double check. I had definitely gone in her pussy.

‘Fuck my ass,’ she demanded.

Again, not something I typically come across (pun intended) in a one night stand.  I eased into her tight ass. She flinched for a moment, before relaxing herself, and the resistance of the muscle lessened. I let some spit drip from my mouth onto my cock for some extra lube, and continued to gently thrust inside her. I figured it was the best way to go until she let me know she wanted it harder.

Again she shifted her weight down onto her elbows and moved her hand onto her clit, furiously rubbing away. Finally, she sent the signal, pushing herself hard back against me, increasing the pace I was giving nearly tenfold.

I grabbed her by the hips and drove my cock deep and hard into her ass. Her breath heaved, curse words and blasphemes dribbled from her lips. I leaned forward and shifted my grip to her swinging tits.

‘Oh yeah, you like my tits?’

‘I fucking love your tits.’

Angela raised her body up somewhat, so I could better grope those bouncing beauties, and still occupied her clit with her other hand. She dipped her head back towards me, the silky sheen brushing against my chest. One of those sensations you forget how much you love when out of a comfortable relationship and it’s all just a race to the finish.

‘Harder, deeper’ she moaned.

I wasn’t quite sure how to get deeper, but gave it shot by shifting position once again, hooking one of my legs over her thigh, and using both hands on the opposing thigh. Given how sharply she fell back onto her elbows, I guessed that had done the trick.

‘Yeah yeah, like that, keep it going,’ she ordered.

I listened, maintaining the motion and speed, listening to her raising moans as she raced towards climax. Everything about this night had me so turned on, so horny, and listening to her building vocals, I found myself nearer and nearer to coming.

‘Don’t you dare come inside me,’ she managed between heavy breaths. ‘Tell me when you’re there.’

Thankfully her fresh orders put a bit of a dampener on my excitedness, and I was no longer spinning on the brink. On the other hand, she continued to spiral headlong into her orgasm, still leaning forward on her elbows, still furiously massaging her clit while I pounded her sweet ass.

‘Fuck yeah, I’m there, I’m there, I’m coming…’

Her words faded into a heavy moan, a long loss of breath, and finally, a deep guttural groan. It was the hottest combination of noises I’d ever heard, and was ready to follow behind her.

‘I’m gonna cum,’ I relented, pulling myself out of her ass and tugging my rock hard cock, ready to explode all over her back.

But Angela had other plans. She quickly twisted herself round, and in the low light seeing her tits wobble about spurred my surge along beautifully. She grabbed a hold of my shaft and took my length deep inside her throat, far deeper than her earlier attempt. Her mouth was a deliciously wet and soft change from her ass, and had me explosively shoot my load into the back of her throat.

She moaned again as she took the whole lot and swallowed it deep, gently fingering my balls to ensure she got each and every last drop. I struggled to keep my eyes from closing in exquisite pleasure and keep them transfixed on hers staring up at me, almost my whole cock held within her lusty lips, and those huge tits pressing against my knees.

Angela drained me like a succubus, before rolling her tongue up along the front of my body, making all my hair stand on end, until she brought her lips to mine. Again with that amazing kiss. My arms slipped around her, pulling her tight against me.

At length, she led me into the spare room where she dragged her suitcase off the bed. We crawled into bed, and she immediately turned her back to me and pulled my arm over her for a rather oddly forced spooning.

By morning, my legs felt like jelly, and my head a little worse for wear from the tequilas. Angela was already dressed in a daggy, stay-at-home tracksuit and despite the still early hour of the day, quickly got me up and towards the front door.

Right there, in broad daylight, and her friend being anywhere nearby in the house, she kissed me passionately. The kind of kiss you know will be the last time you enjoy, but wish you could get everyday. Her body pressed against mine, my cock reacted once again, pulsating and protruding against her. She sank to her knees and blew me, enough to make my legs wobble, but not enough to do much more than tease me.

When she returned her lips to mine, inching me towards the door, I noticed something that she was wearing that she definitely didn’t have on last night.

The diamond caught the sunlight, which is what drew my attention to the two rings on her left ring finger. Angela caught me spotting them, and gave me an odd look as I walked out. I’m still not sure if it was a look of apology or guilt, but I thought long and hard about it on my walk home.

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What I Experienced During My First Bondage Session

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When I was a teenager, my curiosity about sex was at an all-time high. If a woman walked by wearing a low-cut shirt, my mind would explode. When I’d go to the beach, half-naked women would flood the area, and I’d spend most of my time trying to calm myself. I was young, shy, and full of fresh testosterone, spending my days learning how to control it. But my self-discipline soon ended after accidentally coming across some bondage videos.

 

My nights were usually the same, one after the other. After my parents would go to bed, I would grab my phone and slide under the covers to explore the world of porn. While my friends were busy masturbating to music videos of Katy Perry or Nicki Minaj, I was one step ahead of them. I did this every night; however, I usually stuck with my standard porn videos. I’d warm up with some girl-on-girl action, work my way through a couple of squirting videos, and end with anal play. With every video, my eyes became bigger, and my imagination wilder. I didn’t want to change the routine, why would I? I slept like a baby every night and woke up feeling revived and excited about what the next night held. I found my sexual outlet and wasn’t about to change it for anything or anyone.

 

One night, I was doing my usual routine when I accidentally pressed the screen of my phone, leading me onto a section of the website I never saw before. At the top of the page, it wrote, “Bondage.” Underneath were videos of women and men being handcuffed, tied up, and gagged. At the time, I had no idea what this was.

At first, I was terrified and quickly turned off my phone. What the hell was that? I thought to myself. The most scandalous thing I saw online was squirting or facial cum shots, and for me, it was a big deal. But within seconds, the fear subsided, and I was back online, scrolling through bondage clips like it was my last day on earth. I was consumed, obsessed, and I knew it wouldn’t stop there.

 

Though my obsession with bondage continued, it wasn’t until a couple of years later when I decided to make my fantasy a reality. I was tired of watching other men fisting and eating out women who were tied to their beds or chairs. I wanted that guy to be me. After careful research, I discovered a BDSM community in my city, and I knew I had to join. But could a shy guy like me be able to handle a bondage session? I wasn’t so sure. I figured only alpha-type of guys were able to take on that role.

 

Online, I ended up chatting with a girl named Katie who was somewhat of an expert in bondage. I told her my experience with bondage, and she replied, “don’t worry, come over, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Well, with an offer like that, refusing would have been rude.

 

I went over to her place for my first-ever bondage experience. And though I thought she was going to greet me in latex and tell me to do whatever I wanted, that’s not how it went. She sat me down on her couch and explained the rules I had to follow. Our safe word was goat. “We’re not going to go wild this time,” she said as she undressed. “You’re going to learn the basics and then next time, we can take it up a notch. Okay?” Was this what I wanted? No. I wanted what I saw in porn videos, but I knew I couldn’t rush the process.

 

She handed me a dog collar and leash, “let’s start with this.” I went behind her, locking it around her neck, while whispering, “you dirty, dirty slut.” She smiled mischievously. “Kneel on the edge of the bed,” I directed. She slowly moved to the bed, “faster!” I said, spanking her ass. For a split second, I was shocked at what I had done. Was that me? Did I just spank her ass as punishment? But my self-doubts quickly subsided; I felt liberated.

 

She was on all fours on the bed, with her ass fully exposed in front of me. With one hand grasping the leash, I pull it back, as I ate her ass. I could hear moaning from pleasure, “did I say you could moan?” She shook her head as her voice trembled, “ n-n-no you didn’t.” I pulled the leash a little harder, “turn around and suck my dick.” She quickly flipped around, grabbed my hard cock, and jammed it into her mouth. I wasn’t going to last much longer; in fact, I knew this session was going to be over faster than I wanted it to be. I couldn’t control myself, and after a couple of minutes, I came right into her mouth.

 

I was huffing as if I had just finished a marathon. “Fuck,” I said out of breath, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s your first time, don’t worry about it.”

With my hands on my hips, I took a deep sigh.

“Did you like it?”

“Katie, it was amazing.” I wasn’t lying. Though it wasn’t what I had imagined, it opened something inside of me that had been locked away until that very moment.

“Just wait until next time,” she said as she winked at me.

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